Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

This is a sect called Xunyu Sect. In this sect, even the sect master is not much stronger than ordinary people.

From the moment he was pulled into this world, the memories in Zhang Yifeng's mind became increasingly thin, and were replaced by completely different memories, replacing all his original experiences.

"So it was just a dream?"

Zhang Yifeng was lying on a lawn, recalling his past battles in the boundless battlefield and galloping across the endless territory of the Realm of Immortals. He couldn't help but smile.

"Brother Zhang, what happy things have you remembered?"

"nothing."

Smelling the fragrant breeze blowing in front of him and the refreshing smile on the girl's face, Zhang Yifeng stood up and looked into the distance along the setting sun.

The girl's name is Qin Ling, and she is Zhang Yifeng's childhood sweetheart in Xunyu Sect.

The two of them practiced together in Xunyu Sect. Although they could not achieve anything significant, they were happy and at ease.

"Brother Zhang, you must not do those weird things again in the future, otherwise Master will be displeased and will put you in confinement again."

Qin Ling said, turning her head away with a blush on her face: "I don't know who to look for after I put you in solitary confinement."

"OK."

Zhang Yifeng reached out and gently rubbed Qin Ling's head. The latter smiled sweetly, and her eyes curved into crescents.

Not long ago, Zhang Yifeng was still wondering what had happened to him. However, the memories of his dreams and all the magical and powerful skills were clearly in his mind, but he couldn't use them at all.

The magical power in his body, which was as vast as the ocean, also disappeared. When the dream became more and more blurred, Zhang Yifeng realized that all his previous memories were fictional fantasies.

The world right now is the real thing.

"Brother Zhang, let's go back."

Qin Ling took Zhang Yifeng's hand, and taking advantage of the evening breeze, the two returned to Xunyu Sect.

In this way, five years passed in the blink of an eye.

This day also came for Zhang Yifeng to go down the mountain for training.

Before going to Xunyu Sect, Qin Ling's clothes were stained with tears, and she was like a pear blossom in the rain. Five years have passed, and the girl has become more and more beautiful, but today's experience has forced them to separate.

Before leaving, Zhang Yifeng held Qin Ling's hand tightly and said, "Brother, you will be gone for at least three to five years, or even a lifetime. Practice well with Master in the sect, and come to find me when you can go down the mountain to gain experience."

"it is good."

Qin Ling wiped the tears from her eyes, pouted, put her hands on her hips, and said with red eyes: "Zhang Yifeng! Don't mess around with other girls after we get off the mountain!"

"Hahaha! I will not marry anyone other than my junior sister in this life."

Qin Ling, who had been so tough just now, immediately blushed. After bidding farewell to his master and the elders of the sect, Zhang Yifeng, carrying a long sword on his back and walking lightly, went down the mountain of Xunyu Sect.

This time, another five years passed.

In five years, Zhang Yifeng traveled thousands of miles, and wherever he went, he helped people of justice. The name of the hero Yifeng spread in the world, and everyone praised him.

Occasionally, an envelope was sent to Xun Yu Zong. Qin Ling would look at Zhang Yifeng's handwriting and would think of him.

But compared to Zhang Yifeng's talent, Qin Ling is far behind. Even after five years, she is still far from reaching the level of going down the mountain to gain experience.

Five years passed, and now Zhang Yifeng has reached middle age. His angular face is full of the vicissitudes of life. Under the faint wrinkles are sparse stubble.

The linen clothes he was wearing were sewn by Junior Sister Qin Ling herself before he left. They were patched up so many times that they were full of patches.

"The world is in chaos right now, wars are ongoing, and even demons are roaming the mountains and fields."

In front of an inn, Zhang Yifeng picked up the wine jug and drank it all, then looked at the mountains in the distance.

This place is only a hundred miles away from Xunyu Sect. It has been nearly twenty years since he left the sect and he has traveled tens of thousands of miles. Now, Zhang Yifeng's name has resounded throughout the world. As the greatest hero, who doesn't know the name of Yifeng Sword?

This time when he returned to the sect, Zhang Yifeng sent a letter early, but now there are monsters everywhere in the world, and the war is endless, Zhang Yifeng is afraid that something might go wrong with the sect.

"Master and the others should be able to overcome the current difficulties..."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng filled another pot of wine, jumped on his horse, and headed towards Xunyu Sect.

The path in front of the mountain was rugged. Zhang Yifeng climbed the mountain slowly. After only a few steps, he heard continuous shouting and crying.

"not good!"

There was a flash of cold light, and the long sword fell into Zhang Yifeng's hand. After a few flashes, he rushed towards Xunyu Sect.

At this moment, flames shot up into the sky in front of Xunyu Sect. Dozens of monsters with animal heads and human bodies were waving their weapons and laughing wildly in Xunyu Sect.

The blood on the ground had already formed a small river, broken limbs were scattered all over the ground, and corpses pierced by spears and hung up were all over the front of the mountain gate of Xunyu Sect.

"Do not!!"

Zhang Yifeng's pupils shrank slightly, and he roared angrily. Veins on his forehead were exposed, and the palm of his hand that was tightly gripping the sword had lost its color.

The roar attracted the attention of these monsters, and they rushed towards Zhang Yifeng with strange cries.

Zhang Yifeng's face was ferocious, hatred had devoured his entire mind, he swung the sword in his hand, a storm of sword energy roared, he didn't even care about the consumption.

When the ruins of the sect appeared in Zhang Yifeng's sight, he had only one thought in his mind, to kill all these demons!

No matter how thick the skin and flesh of the demon were, it could not withstand the sword.

But, there are just too many of these monsters.

In half an hour, Zhang Yifeng was covered in blood. One of his eyes and half of his face had been cut off by the monster. His whole face was bloody. The long sword in his hand had a bent blade and was full of pits, as if Zhang Yifeng was holding a saw instead of a sword.

In front of him, countless demons were cut in half. Zhang Yifeng staggered into Xunyu Sect, looking for Qin Ling.

On the door of a hall, Qin Ling was stripped naked, her hands were folded and pierced by a big knife, and nailed to the door of the hall, just hanging in the air.

At this time, Qin Ling's body was covered with hideous bloodstains, with no intact skin or flesh. Zhang Yifeng let out a low growl, rushed forward, and covered Qin Ling with the linen robe he was wearing.

Zhang Yifeng was trembling all over, and tears of blood kept flowing from the corners of his eyes.

Qin Ling in his arms was still alive. He opened his eyes and saw the person coming. He forced a smile: "Senior Brother Zhang... I... I missed you so much..."

"Stop talking, stop talking..."

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng was crying inconsolably, but a familiar voice sounded from the hall.

"Senior Brother Zhang?"

In the hall, Qin Ling had tears in her eyes and an expression of disbelief on her face. At this moment, Qin Ling was holding a rapier in her hand and her body was covered in the blood of demons.

"this......"

"Brother... don't believe her... she is a demon..."

Feeling Qin Ling's dying breath in his arms, Zhang Yifeng suddenly raised his head, with tremendous anger in his eyes.