Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

The Demon-Slaying Armor naturally has a great restraining power against demons, not to mention Zhang Yifeng's various methods, which are simply terrifying. This battle can no longer be fought.

Zhang Yifeng looked at the demon saints who were about to retreat and snorted coldly, "You want to leave? But you didn't take what I just said seriously!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yifeng crossed his arms, and in an instant, the suppression from the Nine Revolutions of Reincarnation around him disappeared, and the Chaos Demon Sutra began to run madly. The raging demonic energy burned like a wildfire, and the realm of immortals and demons was formed.

"What!!"

The scene before them left all the demon saints dumbfounded. The human being just now actually turned into a demon in an instant. How was this possible!

As the battle zone between immortals and demons was formed, Zhang Yifeng activated the law of summoning evil spirits and at the same time threw out the Three Corpses and Six Old Formations and injected demonic energy into it. The three ghost emperors, Emperor Peng, Emperor Lu and Emperor Xun replaced the remaining body of the great demon and became the core of the Three Corpses and Six Old Formations.

The Avenue of Nothingness mixed with the power of hungry ghosts continuously poured into the purple gold demon refining tower.

However, in an instant, the entire Purple Gold Demon Refining Tower became a world controlled by Zhang Yifeng alone. Not to mention not fighting, even if he wanted to escape, it would be extremely difficult.

"That's the Ghost Emperor! Yinshan! You're going to kill us!!"

If they knew that there was a powerful emperor here, no matter how high Yinshan's status was among the demon clan, these demon saints would not attack Zhang Yifeng.

The grand plan of the animal realm is the grand plan of the animal realm, and your own life is your own life.

"It's this move again!"

The old man from Yinshan had a cold look in his eyes, but he was not afraid at all: "If we were in the Falling Bone Holy Land, I would really fall into your trap, but don't forget, this is the Chaos Realm!"

Compared to the Fallen Bone Holy Land, there is no suppression of the Emperor Realm in the Chaos Realm.

As the old man from Yinshan slowly raised his hand, the hoarse and dry voice came from under the hood again: "With your world of your own, even if I take action, those three damn guys won't be able to detect it!"

A strange laugh was heard and Zhang Yifeng's face became solemn, knowing that the old man from Yinshan was going to use the secret method of controlling the passage of time again.

As a demon transformed from a mountain, the old man from Yinshan has an extremely long life span. Millions of years? Tens of millions of years? Even tens of millions of years are not enough to describe his life span. This is an innate ability.

It was during these endless years that the old man from Yinshan gained a more profound grasp of time, much stronger than any genius who had mastered the great way of time.

Under Zhang Yifeng's gaze, everything was moving backwards, whether it was the battlefield between immortals and demons, the Three Corpses and Six Ancients formation, or even the power displayed by Zhang Yifeng using the emperor-level magic weapon. There was no stagnation at all, as if a movie had been rewound.

However, the immortal energy and demonic energy used to mobilize these magic weapons and means were actually consumed.

This is the old man from Yinshan’s trump card. With such a secret technique, he doesn’t even need to confront the enemy head-on. He only needs to use the Avenue of Time and the enemy will be defeated without a fight.

"kill!!"

The Green Snake Demon Saint shouted again, moving its body towards Zhang Yifeng, while the Yinshan old man shouted, "Retreat!"

This retreat was not an order, but a cause and effect that transcended the rules. Everything had to be done according to the wishes of the Yinshan old man. The Green Snake Demon Saint turned back to his original place. The other Demon Saints did not dare to act rashly again and fled towards the outside of the Purple Gold Demon Refining Tower.

If a real fight breaks out, even with the help of the old man from Yinshan, the nail that sticks out gets shot. Since Zhang Yifeng can summon three Ghost Emperors, he will be able to kill them in an instant.

No one wants to be the first to get involved. This ambush has already gone wrong. In this case, we should stop the loss in time.

In the Purple Gold Demon Refining Tower, Zhang Yifeng sighed.

"I told you, you can't leave."

The figures of the demon saints flashed and they left the Purple Gold Demon Refining Tower and headed towards the sky in all directions. However, Zhang Yifeng's voice came faintly from the Purple Gold Demon Refining Tower.

"Oh, you idiot! Do you really think you have the power of an Immortal Emperor and can keep us here?"

Among the demon saints, the one who was as big as an elephant sneered in his heart, but felt a chill in his chest.

Looking down, I found that my heart was empty, followed by a hollow belly, left shoulder, right leg, palm, knee...

In just a few breaths, the demon saint disappeared between heaven and earth, as if he had never existed.

This scene frightened the few demon saints closest to the Giant Elephant Demon Saint. They didn't even see Zhang Yifeng, but the Giant Elephant Demon Saint just disappeared.

"Only when you die can the souls in the Demon Refining Tower rest in peace!"

Zhang Yifeng's voice was heard again from the Demon Refining Tower, accompanied by an overwhelming barrage of fist shadows.

Forget me with a punch!

This punch turned into a thousand punches, a thousand punches turned into tens of millions of punches, and tens of millions of punches turned into endless punches.

No one knew where the fist came from or where it went. East, south, west, north, sky, and ground, all directions were covered by the shadow of the fist, some were fierce, some were soft, some were strong, and some were ghostly.

There is no him, no you, no me, in this world, there is only one fist.

"retreat!!"

The old man from Yinshan roared angrily, trying to stop the power of Zhang Yifeng's move, but time was reversed, and even the surrounding space was distorted, and the fist shadow still did not retreat.

"what!"

The old man from Yinshan opened his eyes wide, his cloudy eyes filled with anger.

The figures of the demon saints were smashed to pieces under his gaze, without even their souls remaining, and this move left him helpless.

"escape!"

This was the only thought in the old man from Yinshan.

It is better for me to die than for my friend to die. This principle also applies to the demon clan.

Today, these are just demon saints. How can I, as the Demon Emperor, die in such a place?

As the old man from Yinshan controlled the strong wind, it blew it into the sky and away from the sea of ​​fists.

Millions of punches, or just one punch, were all the same. As Zhang Yifeng stepped out of the Purple Gold Demon Refining Tower, balls of blood mist exploded in the air and transformed into essence that madly poured into the Taiwu Ring.

"Don't! Don't kill me! I am the descendant of the Green Emperor! Your Great Way of Nothingness was created by the Green Emperor. You..."

Half of the Green Snake Demon Saint's body was smashed to pieces. If it weren't for the powerful vitality of the demon clan, he would have died long ago.

Listening to the Green Snake Demon Saint's argument, Zhang Yifeng remained calm: "If your ancestor knew what you did, he would probably sigh that it was a good thing to die."

This Green Snake Demon Saint in front of us is aiding and abetting Zhou to commit atrocities. How could he have inherited anything from the Green Emperor?

With a punch that smashed his head to pieces, his soul was extinguished. Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand and collected his essence.

It was unknown how long the fist shadows in the sky lasted before they completely dissipated. Only a faint aura of holy realm remained throughout the world.

Zhang Yifeng sat cross-legged on the ground, his face pale.

This selfless punch is really not simple.