Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

In his arms, the dying Qin Ling made extremely weak sounds. Zhang Yifeng gritted his teeth, gently placed Qin Ling in his arms on the blood-soaked ground, and slashed at the man in the hall with a sword.

The long sword collided with the thin sword in the hand of the "Qin Ling", and the sound of metal clashing was endless.

"Brother! Don't believe this demon's lies!"

A look of astonishment flashed across Qin Ling's eyes in the hall, and she swung the rapier in her hand and spoke anxiously.

Zhang Yifeng sneered, "So many demons have rushed into Xunyu Sect, and even Master and his men are dead. How could my weak junior sister be able to handle this?"

"Brother Zhang! I am now practicing the secret technique of Xunyu Sect, how can I not be able to defeat these monsters! Don't let these monsters bewitched you!"

The two of them kept fighting. Qin Ling in the hall had a face full of anger and clenched her teeth. Zhang Yifeng looked at Qin Ling in the hall with a cold gaze, and the long sword in his hand did not restrain itself at all.

After a hundred or so blows, the long sword pierced into Qin Ling's chest. In Qin Ling's eyes of disbelief and mixed feelings of grievance and self-blame, Qin Ling's figure slowly fell to the ground.

Blood flowed from his chest and the light in his eyes gradually faded.

"Brother... take care..."

When the last voice of the zither player came from the hall, Zhang Yifeng felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, as if he had lost something.

At this moment, the dying "Qin Ling" slowly stood up, with an inhuman grin on his face: "Brother Zhang, well done!"

Zhang Yifeng's pupils shrank slightly, and his face lost all color in an instant. He turned his stiff neck and looked at the "Qin Ling" behind him. At this moment, how could she still look like his junior sister?

The demon's tentacles were wriggling and swaying, its head was almost turned sideways, the corners of its mouth were cracked to the back of its head, and it stared at Zhang Yifeng with a strange and ferocious smile.

"Brother Zhang, well done!"

The monster laughed and screamed strangely, and rushed towards Zhang Yifeng with its twisted body in an extremely deformed posture.

Looking at Qin Ling who died under his sword behind him, Zhang Yifeng showed anger on his face. With a crazy roar, the sword once again slashed towards Qin Ling, who was transformed into a demon in front of him.

With the help of powerful true energy, the sword effortlessly cut off the demon's head. The next moment, Zhang Yifeng swung the sword in his hand like crazy, chopping the demon's body into pieces.

Zhang Yifeng, breathing heavily, picked up Qin Ling from the ground, but at this moment, Qin Ling's appearance became extremely strange.

"Brother, do I look like your junior sister?"

As she spoke, Qin Ling's face skin began to droop, as if it was dissolving, revealing a bloody skull.

"Senior brother..."

Behind him, Qin Ling, whose head was chopped off, had the evil flesh and blood belonging to the demon on his head dissipated, revealing a face full of resentment and humiliation, muttering to himself.

"What is real and who is real?!"

Zhang Yifeng roared and kicked the demon in front of him away. He held the sword tightly in his hand and looked around.

The corpses that had fallen to the ground stood up one after another, and each corpse looked exactly like Qin Ling.

At this moment, all of these faces had hateful and strange smiles, and a pair of eyes full of resentment were staring at Zhang Yifeng.

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

Countless voices echoed in Zhang Yifeng's ears, accompanied by bursts of strange laughter. The sarcastic sneers gave Zhang Yifeng a splitting headache.

"kill!!"

Zhang Yifeng roared angrily, and the sword in his hand slashed through the bodies of all the people in front of him. At this time, Zhang Yifeng no longer cared about who was real and who was fake.

Everyone can be true, everyone can be false, he doesn't care.

He has gone crazy under such torture.

In a trance, faces that had been almost forgotten appeared on the heads of these corpses.

Su Zhirou, Hua Manyu, even Ji Dali and Xuanyuan Li, these companions who once followed him to conquer the world in that dream, died one after another under his sword.

Zhang Yifeng's face was full of fear and anxiety. He wanted to stop the sword in his hand, but his body seemed to be out of his control.

The collision of the two memories caused everything in Zhang Yifeng's sight to begin to fall apart.

Slowly waking up from the haystack, Zhang Yifeng looked at the endless grassland and a dozen fat goats in front of him, and reached for the whip beside him for herding the sheep.

"It was just a dream. It was so scary!"

Zhang Yifeng, who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, jumped down from the haystack. Seeing that the sun was setting, Zhang Yifeng chased the flock of sheep and sent them back to the landlord's sheepfold.

"Zhang Wazi, you've been doing better and better lately."

"That's right. Zhang Wazi is one of the best fighters in our village."

"She's already able to support a family at such a young age. Who knows, Mr. Qin might even marry Ling'er to Zhang Wazi in the future!"

On the way home, Zhang Yifeng listened to the villagers' teasing and couldn't help but smile and scratch his head.

Qin Ling is the daughter of the wealthy Qin, and is also the prototype of Qin Ling, the junior sister of Xun Yu Sect in his imagination.

Zhang Yifeng, a young man herding sheep in the mountains, had some basic books at home. He had learned to read, but could not recognize all of them. Occasionally, he would look at the books and use the few words he recognized to outline some fragmented memories in his mind, piecing together his dream.

More than ten years later, Zhang Yifeng was appreciated by the wealthy Qin. Unfortunately, there were no male descendants in Qin's family. So Qin Ling, along with the huge Qin family fortune, finally fell into Zhang Yifeng's hands.

It is a good story for the whole area.

The good times did not last long. More than ten years after the two got married, the country was in chaos and wars continued.

"Boss, what should we do? Our hundred acres of fertile land have been taken away by soldiers. We..."

Zhang Yifeng, who was wearing brocade clothes and a fur hat, had a worried look on his face: "What else can we do? If you want money, give it to me. If you want land, give it to me. Just save our lives and we can talk about other things later."

"You want your wife to give it to you or not!"

Outside the house, a rough voice was heard, followed by a lewd laugh.

In the room, when the two heard the voice, Qin Ling's pretty face was filled with fear, and Zhang Yifeng was even more frightened.

But before he could say anything, a long knife had already slashed towards Zhang Yifeng.

At this moment, everything around him began to fluctuate again, and the two worlds intertwined and overlapped. Zhang Yifeng stared at the scene in front of him in a daze.

The room was filled with Qin Ling's cries and the officer's foul language.

"Fuck you, you bastard actually married such a beautiful woman, let me come and have a taste of what it's like!"

Zhang Yifeng opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Seeing the officer in front of him bullying and humiliating his wife, but being unable to do anything, Zhang Yifeng tried his best to escape this feeling of being imprisoned. The next moment, he suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for breath, with panic written all over his face.

"What? I can't sleep well. I have to get up early tomorrow to plant rice. Go to bed early."