Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

Hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, the corners of Prince 22's mouth twitched.

I have seen shameless people, I have never seen such shameless people!

But unfortunately, he was unable to refute.

If the royal family knew about the things Wanyan Xiarong had done, his father would most likely depose Wanyan Xiarong from his status as prince, and it would also be very likely that Wanyan Xiarong would be held accountable for his crimes.

If it had been anyone else, he would have said nothing more, because in this matter, it was the wisest thing to completely separate himself from Wanyan Xia Rong, but this person happened to be Zhang Yifeng!

Zhang Yifeng had something he wanted, so it was naturally impossible for him to let Zhang Yifeng go so easily.

Thinking of this, Prince 22 snorted coldly and said: "Even if Wanyan Xiarong has committed many crimes, it is our Dali royal family who will judge him, and it is not your turn to convict him!"

"No matter what, it is a fact that you killed the prince of my Dali Kingdom. At this time, I will definitely pursue you to the end. The other princes of the kingdom will not sit idly by and watch you kill the prince of Pingluan. Reasonable."

As soon as Prince 22 finished speaking, Qiu Lin took a step forward, cupped his hands to Prince 22, and said: "Your Highness, what you said is wrong. Considering what Wanyan Xia Rong committed, Zhang Yifeng not only had no fault in killing him, but With meritorious service, I think chivalrous people like Zhang Yifeng should be highly commended."

After hearing Qiu Lin's words, Prince 22's face instantly became gloomy.

Among the major princes in the kingdom, he had won over many princes, but except for Pingluan Hou Wanyan Xia Rong, only two princes with little strength had taken refuge in him. As for the other princes, they had been recruiting him. Playing carelessly.

Among these careless princes were Qiu Lin and Xu Nantian.

It is precisely because of this that when Wanyan Xiarong planned to frame Xu Nantian, although he knew about it in advance, he acquiesced.

It can be said that over the years, Wanyan Xia Rong has been his right-hand man and a strong supporter of his future fight for the throne of the king. But now, with the emergence of Zhang Yifeng, all of this will come to nothing. How can he not stop thinking about it? I hate Zhang Yifeng.

But he didn't expect that Bai Zhanhou, who was usually as timid as a mouse, would openly talk back to him for Zhang Yifeng, which made him feel ashamed.

Thinking of this, Prince 22 sneered and said with sinister eyes: "Qiu Lin, do you also want to go against me?"

Qiu Lin shook his head and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Your Highness the Prince has misunderstood. I am not against you, Your Highness the Prince. I just don't want a chivalrous man like Zhang Yifeng to be misunderstood and chill the hearts of monks all over the world."

Having said this, Qiulin paused and continued: "His Royal Highness, you are a prince, I don't think you don't understand this, right?"

22 The prince was already in the wrong, but when he heard Qiu Lin's words, he felt speechless.

At this time, a creepy sound suddenly came from not far away.

"22 Your Highness's words are the will of the royal family. If anyone dares to disobey, I, Ghost Li, will take his life."

Hearing this voice, everyone turned around in confusion. When they saw the speaker clearly, everyone's pupils shrank.

The person who spoke was a man with a withered face.

The man was dressed in black, with his whole body covered in black clothes. He wore a ferocious mask with a ghost head on his face, which made him look extremely scary.

Everyone was stunned when they saw the man in black robe suddenly appeared.

They were horrified to find that whenever they looked at the man in black robe, they felt as if their souls were about to escape. This feeling was as if the man in black robe was the messenger of hell, and if they offended him, his soul would be taken away by him at any time. .

At this time, Zhang Yifeng's eyes gradually became serious.

He had a vague feeling that this man in black robe was more powerful than everyone present!

"At least it's the ninth level of cultivation in the out-of-body stage!"

After understanding this, Zhang Yifeng's expression suddenly became serious.

It can be heard from the cold words of the man in black robe just now that he belongs to Prince 22. In other words, this man in black robe came to him.

Unlike others, when Prince 22 saw the man in black robes, his face lit up and he couldn't wait to say: "Gui Li, you are finally here, help me capture Zhang Yifeng!"

The man in black robe nodded respectfully, and then his cold eyes focused on Zhang Yifeng.

"Boy, commit suicide. I will not kill unknown people under my sword!" the man in black robe said arrogantly.

Before Zhang Yifeng spoke, Prince 22 said from the side: "No, Gui Li, I want to live."

Hearing this, the man in black robe nodded, and a sickle as black as ink suddenly appeared in his hand.

Then, he laughed sinisterly and said coldly: "Since it is His Highness the Prince's request, Gui Li must comply."

After saying that, a black gas suddenly surged from the man in black robe, and then the black sickle in his hand came out, mixed with the black gas, and attacked Zhang Yifeng.

Although the black sickle seemed very bulky, it was surprisingly fast. Almost in the blink of an eye, the black sickle appeared in front of Zhang Yifeng's eyes and flew towards Zhang Yifeng's ankle.

It was obvious that the man in black robe wanted to cut off Zhang Yifeng's feet with a black sickle!

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yifeng sneered. Looking at the black sickle flying toward his feet, there was no panic in his eyes, but a hint of ridicule.

As soon as the man in black robe took action, Zhang Yifeng understood that the man in black robe was an excellent demon cultivator!

What the demon cultivator cultivates is not the aura of heaven and earth, but the domineering demonic energy. If it were anyone else, they would definitely be wary and afraid of the demon cultivator. After all, the demon cultivator has always been a very mysterious existence in people's eyes.

But Zhang Yifeng was happy and unafraid. The demon cultivators he had seen were much stronger than the black-robed man in front of him.

Therefore, facing the attack of the man in black robe, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and with a thought, the Sky-Splitting Mark appeared in his hand.

When the black scythe was about to fall on his feet, he gently shook off a sword flower. The next moment, a thick sky-splitting mark hit the blade of the black scythe.

Keng!

With a crisp sound, the black sickle that originally seemed extremely evil was knocked away and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

puff!

Almost at the moment when the black sickle was knocked away, the man in black robe spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You...there's something weird about your sword!"