Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

If Zhang Yifeng and others were cautious, then the people of the King Kong Sect were simply non-disputes.

When the door is opened, they will follow it in. If it cannot be opened, they will not go up to help. This is their way of life.

Fortunately, enough people stepped forward to inject immortal power. After absorbing enough immortal power, the door made a loud bang.

Then the door slowly opened, revealing a dark and spacious avenue behind it.

The moment they saw the door open, the figures of the three evil cultivators who were still staying in place flashed, and they jumped directly past the people in front of the door and rushed into the passage.

Seeing someone rushing in, the evil cultivator at the door sighed.

The next second, the two figures rushing into the passage suddenly felt stagnant as they marched, and their feet were missing.

The moment they realized something was wrong, the two evil cultivators were ready to fly away from their location.

However, suddenly two huge columns fell from the tops of the two evil monks, directly knocking them down along the trap that appeared at their feet.

Seeing this scene, the only remaining evil cultivator stopped his progress and stopped in place with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Oh, I haven't finished speaking yet. Why did I rush in in a hurry? Although I have awakened very little Su Hui, I also know that there are traps here. Without me at the front, you would be easily trapped. of."

The evil monk said this with a hint of smile in his voice.

The surrounding sect monks also looked at him with cold sweat on their foreheads. If they had rushed in in a swarm just now, they might have been taken away by a trap.

"Everyone, please come with me and remember the trajectory I take."

The evil monk shook his head and smiled, walked into the passage, passed through the passage step by step, and arrived at another gate on the opposite side of the passage.

But even if they saw the evil monk walking over, the scene of the two evil demons falling into the trap was still vivid in their minds, and no one dared to take the first step.

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng suddenly walked out of the crowd and quickly passed through the passage following the route that the evil cultivator had just taken.

"There is no need for this guy to trap us here. Since he wants to take us in, he must have a place to get us. You don't have to worry about traps."

After passing through, Zhang Yifeng glanced at the evil cultivator beside him, turned his head and spoke calmly to the disciples of various sects in front of the gate.

Listening to Zhang Yifeng's words, the evil cultivators on the side showed interest in their eyes.

"This fellow Taoist from the Mingyue Sect, it seems that you are not only profound in cultivation, but also thoughtful in your thoughts. I happen to have heard of some of your deeds, and I am afraid that you will be a very powerful opponent for me in this Sword God inheritance."

As the evil cultivator spoke, he looked at Zhang Yifeng unscrupulously through the two eyes exposed by the black energy on his face.

"Excuse me. I don't deserve to be called a fellow Taoist. If you are interested, we have plenty of time to communicate slowly."

Zhang Yifeng specially emphasized the word "communication" when he spoke, and the implication was self-evident.

"Then I'll take my time and look forward to it."

The evil cultivator also smiled strangely and looked at Zhang Yifeng tacitly.

With Zhang Yifeng as the first person to eat crabs, the monks from other sects also passed through the passage one by one and came to the gate.

The remaining evil cultivator also wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and gritted his teeth and passed the passage.

"I don't know what I will face next, but what is certain is that the agency is indeed gone."

The evil cultivator waved his hand and said, then reached out and pushed open the door in front of him.

The weathered door was pushed open, and a creaking sound was heard. After the door was pushed open, an empty hall appeared in front of everyone.

Except for a huge sword placed in the middle of the hall, there was nothing around.

Even so, Zhang Yifeng still keenly sensed the dangerous atmosphere and cautiously walked into the hall.

The disciples from various sects behind him also walked into the hall. Apart from the giant sword, there was nothing in the hall, not even a door.

"This giant sword has no immortal power at all. It seems to be just a mortal object."

A Yuyi Sect disciple frowned and walked towards the giant sword.

Zhang Yifeng's pupils shrank when he saw this, and just as he was about to stop him, he saw that the Yuyi Sect disciple had already arrived in front of the giant sword, and reached out to hold the hilt of the giant sword.

Then with a slight exertion, he easily pulled out the giant sword.

The moment the giant sword was pulled out, a clicking sound came from under the hall, and Zhang Yifeng's expression suddenly became embarrassed.

In such an open place, there was a bright big sword, which was obviously intentionally pulled out by someone.

Zhang Yifeng originally planned to study the peculiarities here, but he did not expect that the Yuyi Sect monk was so reckless and directly pulled out the giant sword.

As the clicking sounds continued, the hall was still shaking slightly. Suddenly, the walls on both sides of the hall rumbled and began to rotate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wall turned, and six figures wearing armor and holding long swords appeared in the hall.

Six consecutive loud noises were heard, and blue formations lit up at the feet of these six figures.

The next moment, six sword-wielding figures disappeared from the spot and charged towards all the sect monks present.

These sword-wielding figures seemed to have specific goals, and the three of them restrained the other sect disciples.

The remaining three people attacked Zhang Yifeng together, and the swords in their hands lit up with green light.

Zhang Yifeng's eyebrows narrowed when he saw this. The aura of these figures did not look like living people. They should just be manipulated puppets. It seemed that this was also a test left by the Sword God.

These figures were very fast, rushing from the wall to Zhang Yifeng in the blink of an eye.

Three green swords came to kill, Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hands, and took the Sky-Splitting Mark and the Immortal Sword at the same time, blocking the three incoming swords.

The next moment, two of the three figures seemed to be stabbing Zhang Yifeng in the back with swords, while the other figure was stabbing Zhang Yifeng in the heart with a sword.

"Can you still use the art of combined attack? The inheritance of the Sword God is indeed not simple."

With a murmur, Zhang Yifeng marveled at the three puppets' ability to use the combined attack technique, and at the same time blocked the Sky-Splitting Mark backwards with one hand.

The fairy sword in the other hand thrust forward, blocking the green sword of the puppet in front of him.

The attacks of the two figures behind him were also blocked by the Sky-Splitting Mark. Zhang Yifeng did not lose at all with one against three.

Seeing that the flanking attack failed, the three figures each took a step back and threw out the green swords in their hands.

Qing Jianfei turned into a sword shadow in the air and flew towards Zhang Yifeng. The three figures did not stop and attacked Zhang Yifeng with their bare hands.

Even if they lost the green sword in their hands, the three puppets still used their fingers as swords, and sword energy continued to fly out from their fingertips.

The two swords danced out, but there were very few places that the sword dance could defend against. Zhang Yifeng's cheek was inadvertently scratched by the flying sword shadow.