Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

The hungry ghosts roared, and the space where the sword cut through was torn into a dead and silent place.

Countless gray hungry ghosts waved their shriveled arms and rushed out from the dead silence like crazy, heading towards Ling Yunxiao.

The scene before them made all the saints look surprised.

"How is this possible! Is that the power of the hungry ghost realm?"

"No, it's impossible. The Hungry Ghost Realm is as famous as the Heavenly Realm. How could it be controlled by the immortal cultivators?"

"Look! That's the aura of the Emperor!"

Following the words of the Saint Realm elder, three phantom images of Ghost Emperors also emerged from the dead silence.

Now, in the forbidden furnace, the three phantom images of the Ghost Emperors and the three origins of the hungry ghost world have all been refined by Zhang Yifeng. Even if they cannot be integrated into his body, they can still be driven and controlled.

A black skin that covers the sky, a mountain of flesh interspersed with bones, and a pale white head supported by a spine that stretches out from the dead silence, form an image of complete purgatory.

Zhang Yifeng held the Sixteen Saints of Silence in his hand, and like a ghost messenger holding a mourning stick, he controlled these hungry ghosts and attacked Ling Yunxiao together.

In front of Lian Tian Xian Sheng and others, he naturally could not use the Great Way of Nothingness.

But on that day, the Sixteen Saints of Ji were disguised as demon soldiers. Now they have devoured and absorbed the hungry ghosts and drawn the power of the hungry ghosts. Naturally, the saints could not find any clues.

In Zhang Yifeng's opinion, relying solely on the Sixteen Saints of Silence was enough to deal with Ling Yunxiao in front of him.

Faced with this overwhelming attack and the looming power of the emperor, cold sweat broke out on Ling Yunxiao's forehead.

They had just started fighting, but in just a few moves, Zhang Yifeng had already used such means. Where had Ling Yunxiao seen such a scene before?

Although the phantoms of the three ghost emperors were unable to display true imperial methods, the pressure brought by the phantoms alone was terrifying enough to affect Ling Yunxiao's control over the demonic power at all times.

Zhang Yifeng's figure floated and landed on the pale white head. He looked at Ling Yunxiao and said, "Do your people agree with you when they see you in such a mess?"

Facing Zhang Yifeng's ridicule, Ling Yunxiao's face turned pale and red. Now with this human body, his strength of the Great Perfection of the Immortal Realm has reached its limit. Even with the blessing of the Golden Thunder Thousand Machine Soldiers in his hands, he can't do anything to these overwhelming hungry ghosts.

Not to mention defeating Zhang Yifeng, there was no chance of even getting close to Zhang Yifeng.

With this move, Ling Yunxiao can be said to be completely at a disadvantage. If Zhang Yifeng presses on and attacks, he might even be able to suppress Ling Yunxiao to the point where he has no power to fight back.

The man in front of him, just sitting cross-legged on the pale man's head, had already brought him unspeakable pressure.

"You are too arrogant to think that you can win by such means!"

The Golden Thunder Thousand Machine Soldier turned into a giant sword, which dragged the thunder and swept away all the hungry ghosts in front of him. Ling Yunxiao flashed backwards and retreated dozens of miles away.

Zhang Yifeng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards Ling Yunxiao. The next moment, the entire Jiuhua Fairy Peak suddenly changed.

On the nine mountain peaks, golden thunder suddenly surged.

The golden thunder that was like a swimming dragon intertwined together in an instant, and the point of fusion was exactly where Ling Yunxiao was.

Nine golden thunders merged into one, and bursts of dazzling divine light shot up into the sky. Ling Yunxiao's body grew feathers, flashing with indestructible brilliance. His head also became like a bird's head with a sharp beak. His entire body suddenly swelled and became a hundred feet long.

This is Ling Yunxiao’s true form, the real demon body of the Wind and Thunder Holy Clan.

"Does this mean we have to use our trump card?"

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows. In front of him, nine golden thunders transformed into a thunder ball like stars in the air. From it descended the power unique to the emperor realm and poured into Ling Yunxiao's body.

"You are so arrogant, I will make you pay the price!"

Ling Yunxiao's hand, which was more like a claw, grasped the Golden Thunder Thousand Machine Soldier. The next moment, a dazzling golden light, dragging the power of thunder, intertwined a thunder net in front of Zhang Yifeng.

In the sky, the thunder ball hummed, and a golden thunder that was a hundred feet thick hit the thunder net. The two collided, and the golden thunder spread in an instant, filling wherever it passed. All the hungry ghosts were turned into dust and dissipated.

"Come die!"

Ling Yunxiao roared angrily, and a dazzling golden light pierced towards Zhang Yifeng. In less than a blink of an eye, tens of thousands of attacks had already rolled up around Zhang Yifeng, almost tearing the space around Zhang Yifeng apart.

Every strike would draw out a stream of lightning from the lightning ball, bringing down the might of the emperor.

Countless golden thunders enveloped the space where Zhang Yifeng was. The phantoms of the three ghost emperors were also affected by the attack of the emperor's power and could no longer affect Ling Yunxiao in the slightest.

At this moment, Ling Yunxiao revealed his true self, and his cultivation level had reached the great perfection of the Immortal Saint.

Even the saints present would have to pay a huge price to deal with Ling Yunxiao. Faced with such an unavoidable attack, Lian Tianxiansheng and others showed regret on their faces and slowly closed their eyes.

Even if they were faced with such an attack, they would not be able to fully resist it.

Zhang Yifeng is just a small immortal master, how can he resist?

"The Holy Son's Divine Power!"

"The Holy Son's Divine Power!"

"The Holy Son's Divine Power!"

The voices of the Wind and Thunder Holy Clan rang out from the Jiuhua Fairy Peak, and their unison sounded like thunder, resounding through the sky.

There was a flash of disdain in Ling Yunxiao's eyes. At this moment, he could no longer detect any trace of Zhang Yifeng. He thought that Zhang Yifeng must have been shattered by the golden thunder and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Just when Ling Yunxiao was about to stop and end the fight, a series of crunching sounds were heard.

The crackling thunderstorm came to an abrupt end, and the leaping electric arc seemed to be frozen in the void, unable to move.

A figure slowly stepped out from it. It was Zhang Yifeng.

At this moment, the Sixteen Saints of Silence in Zhang Yifeng's hand split into two halves. The sharp sword edge was like a wriggling big mouth. An indescribable devouring intent swept out from the sword edge, swallowing all the golden thunder into it.

As the last ray of golden thunder was absorbed into the Sixteen Saints of Silence, the sword edge that was originally wrapped in golden light suddenly flashed and returned to its original appearance, and all the golden thunder disappeared.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't even used 50% of my strength yet."

Zhang Yifeng swung the Sixteen Saints of Loneliness in his hand, glanced at the nine peaks, and suddenly smiled.

In the distance, Ling Yunxiao's heart was shocked. Under this golden thunder, let alone a cultivator in the Immortal Realm, even a strong man in the Saint Realm would not be able to remain unscathed.

"He could never have done this with just that strange Taoist weapon!"

Ling Yunxiao roared in his heart, and then he was filled with fear.

Although the human being in front of him is only as powerful as an Immortal Lord, his means and strength are probably comparable to those of a Great Immortal Saint!