Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

The dull sound continued to ring out, and the Lord of the Sea God Temple stared in amazement at Zhang Yifeng in the distance who was constantly suppressing Wen Lan unilaterally.

Even though his body was beginning to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye, the Lord of the Seagod Temple still showed no intention of coming to his senses.

If he could just lie still on the ground and try his best to suppress the loss of his magic power, he would still have a chance of survival.

But he simply couldn't do that. The shock brought to him by the scene before him could not be erased at all.

The thing he had been pursuing for half his life was now being shattered before his eyes without reservation. The Lord of the Sea God Temple could not remain calm at all.

"monster……"

Finally, with a whisper from the Lord of the Sea God Temple, the man, covered in sins, turned into a whisk and disappeared.

As time passed, Wen Lan finally lost all his strength to resist after being hit by another heavy punch from Zhang Yifeng.

His eyes slowly closed, and the strange and powerful aura on his body gradually dissipated.

The injuries that were forcibly suppressed by the flesh broke out at this moment, and horrible scars began to appear on Wenlan's body.

The accumulated injuries exploded in an instant, enough to take the life of Wen Lan, a man with low cultivation.

Zhang Yifeng was quick-witted and quick-handed. He immediately raised his hand and pressed Wen Lan's shoulder, steadying his body in front of him.

Then the magical power flowed into his body through his palm, quickly healing his injuries.

Such timely treatment saved Wen Lan from dying from the sudden outbreak of injuries.

Soon, he brought the unconscious Wen Lan back to the Sea King's Palace.

Hai Wen hurried forward, took the person from him, and nervously checked Wen Lan's condition.

After confirming that Wen Lan was not seriously ill, Hai Wen turned to look at Zhang Yifeng with a complicated expression.

"Mr. Zhang, I underestimated you before."

"If Mr. Zhang hadn't taken action this time, I really don't know what I would have done."

As Hai Wen spoke, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Wenlan is the last male of the royal bloodline. If Wenlan died here today, he would be too ashamed to face the previous kings of the sea clan.

Even if the princess is still alive, if Wenlan dies, it will be a huge blow to the development of the sea clan.

"Senior Hai, you are too kind. Didn't the Hai Clan provide me with a lot of help?"

Zhang Yifeng waved his hand and smiled, then walked to Su Zhirou's side and looked at her with concern.

"I'm fine, I just lost some mana."

"It is the safety of the people in Neptune City that is worthy of attention."

Su Zhirou shook her head slightly and replied in a serious voice.

Although she had previously asked Hua Manyu and others to go and support the patrolling generals, the number of these Poseidon Temple monks was astonishing, and she was afraid that the people of Sea King City would suffer an impact.

"Don't worry, I asked Xuanyuan and General Lan Yun to deal with these people when I came here."

"Now that the main enemy is dead, those guys won't be able to hold out for much longer."

Zhang Yifeng stroked Su Zhirou's hair and spoke softly.

When Zhang Yifeng returned to Neptune City, he noticed the monks who were burning, killing and looting in the city.

For this purpose, he directly asked Xuanyuan Li and the other two to take Lan Yun to support the patrolling generals who were under siege.

On the way, you can also clean up the monks who are causing trouble in Neptune City.

Now that the main culprit has been dealt with, those guys probably won't be able to hold on for much longer.

Sure enough, a group of patrolling generals soon came from afar, including Xuanyuan Li and Lan Yun.

After landing, they hurried to Hai Wen and looked at Wen Lan and Wen Ping who had fainted with nervous expressions.

"Foster father, we have captured all the guys who were causing chaos in the Sea King City."

"These guys claim to be from the Sea God Temple, saying that their master is going to harm the Sea King."

After Lan Yun landed, he hurried to Hai Wen to report.

"Don't worry, Yun'er, the crisis has been resolved."

"This time, thanks to Mr. Zhang, Hai Wang and Wen Ping are just asleep now."

Hai Wen shook his head and briefly told Lan Yun and the other patrolling generals what had just happened.

"First, take His Royal Highness the Sea King and Wen Ping into the palace to rest, and then imprison those who caused chaos in the Sea King City."

After Lan Yun and his group understood what had happened, they were given new instructions.

"Yes, foster father."

After Lan Yun nodded in agreement, he began to carry out the task assigned by Hai Wen.

On the other side, Mingyue, knowing that she was powerless to turn back, no longer had the thought of running away.

He stared at Hai Wen blankly for a long while, then suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "Hai Wen, I hope you and Wen Lan can lead the Hai Clan to grow stronger again."

As soon as the words came out, light burst out from Mingyue's chest, and the Heart of the Sea flew straight out.

After losing the Heart of the Sea, Mingyue's figure gradually dissipated and turned into starlight and disappeared in the deep sea.

Hai Wen looked at the Heart of the Sea floating in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

After that, Zhang Yifeng and others stayed in the Sea King Palace for a while, while Hai Wen came forward to appease the people in the Sea King City.

After a while, Zhang Yifeng received a notice from the maid in the Sea King's Palace.

After waking up and understanding the situation, Wen Lan specially invited Zhang Yifeng to the front of the palace for a talk.

After Zhang Yifeng asked the others to continue resting in the room, he came into the hall alone.

"Your Highness Wenlan, I'm sorry."

"It seems that I was too heavy-handed earlier."

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyes slightly and saw Wen Lan, whose face was still red and swollen, sitting on the throne.

Wen Lan was stunned when he heard this, then shook his head with a wry smile.

"Mr. Zhang is really a joker. I invited you here to thank you for your great help to the sea tribe."

"Besides, I never thought that my body would be in such a condition."

Wen Lan sighed, obviously having learned from Hai Wen the truth about the blockage in his spiritual veins.

Now, after the violent stimulation of the Sea God's bloodline, all the blockages in his spiritual veins have been eliminated.

From today on, Wenlan will be able to practice normally like other members of the sea tribe.

However, as a price to pay, Wenlan might fall into that state of rage and dementia again in the future.

"Your Highness the Sea King, if you encounter any troubles in the future, you might as well use this skill to suppress it."

Zhang Yifeng groaned, raised his hand and a beam of light flew into Wenlan’s brow.

Out of trust in Zhang Yifeng, Wen Lan did not refuse the spiritual light from flying into his sea of ​​consciousness.

After closing his eyes for a while, Wen Lan finally digested the extra volume of martial arts in his mind.

This method has the effect of concentrating the mind and calming the spirit, and can help Wenlan balance his mind on the path of spiritual practice.

Those with low cultivation level can achieve twice the result with half the effort, which is just suitable for Wenlan's situation.

This set of skills is of no use in Zhang Yifeng's hands, so it is just right for Wen Lan to practice.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your contribution."

Wen Lan opened his eyes, stood up and thanked him respectfully.