Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

This middle-aged man is naturally Ji Dali.

Otherwise, Zhang Yifeng would not be so angry.

Looking at Ji Dali's condition, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on much longer. He is already at the end of his strength.

At this time, Ji Dali was completely dehydrated. He looked no longer like a middle-aged man in his thirties, but like an elderly man in his sixties or seventies!

At this moment, the blood in Zhang Yifeng's body was boiling. He wanted to burn all the people from Zidaomen involved in this matter alive. He wanted them to die in fear and despair. Otherwise, it would be difficult to vent his hatred!

With a low roar, Zhang Yifeng rushed directly into the sea of ​​​​fire. The temperature was fatal to Ji Dali, but to him, it would not cause any harm in a short period of time. His body itself was strong. What's more, his body is still enveloped in Xu Nantian's purple aura.

After crossing the sea of ​​fire and reaching the boulder, Zhang Yifeng untied the cold iron chains from Ji Dali's body and carried him on his shoulders.

Not sure if he sensed Zhang Yifeng's aura, Ji Dali actually opened his eyes.

"City...city lord!"

Although he couldn't see Zhang Yifeng's face, Ji Dali still knew that the person who saved him was Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng nodded and said: "Stop talking, let's leave here first."

"No, City Lord, please leave quickly and don't worry about me. This is a trap. They want to kill you. Please leave quickly!"

Ji Dali didn't know where he got the strength to push Zhang Yifeng away.

But his strength lasted only in the blink of an eye, and he couldn't push Zhang Yifeng at all.

"Don't worry, they can't kill me. Instead, I will kill them. I am the one who has caused trouble for you, but don't worry, I will definitely vent your anger on your behalf!"

After Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, he hugged Ji Dali and left the cave.

"My dear son, how is the situation?" Xu Nantian's voice came immediately.

"If we had been half a day late, he would have died." Zhang Yifeng's voice was very cold, as if it came from Abi Hell.

If Xu Nantian hadn't protected him and wanted to avenge him, he wouldn't have known about Ji Dali's affairs, and the consequences would have been unimaginable.

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng really thanked Xu Nantian.

"What. He almost died. He should be killed. The entire sect should be killed! My good son, my father wants to kill him."

Xu Nantian immediately went crazy.

"Dad, of course you have to kill, but killing ordinary disciples is meaningless. If you want to kill, just kill the elders and the sect leader! Let's go directly to the main hall."

Zhang Yifeng spoke coldly.

"Okay, let's kill him right now!"

Zhang Yifeng held Ji Dali, who was unconscious in his arms, and went to the Zidaomen Hall with Xu Nantian.

Xu Nantian still did not let go of the disciples of the Purple Blade Sect he met along the way, and killed them all. The only blame was their bad luck, and they ended up in the gate of hell themselves.

"Quick, sound the alarm, an enemy is coming!"

Soon, the alarm bell sounded at Zidaomen, and all the elders and disciples gathered towards the main hall of Zidaomen.

There is a huge square in front of the Zidaomen Hall, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

When Zhang Yifeng and others arrived, the Zidao Sect leader, elders and five thousand Zidao Sect disciples were already waiting here.

Zhang Yifeng held Ji Dali in his arms and took the lead, slowly approaching the people at Zidaomen.

"Who are you? Why did you break into my Zidao Gate!"

The master of the Purple Knife Sect looked at Zhang Yifeng and Xu Nantian from a distance, frowning slightly. He didn't know these two people.

"Huh? What you have in your hands is..."

Suddenly, the master of the Purple Knife Sect saw Ji Dali in Zhang Yifeng's hand and was shocked. He asked in surprise.

"Do you know Zhao Dao?"

Zhang Yifeng wore a mask and magic weapon, so the other party naturally didn't know Zhang Yifeng's true identity. However, if the master of the Purple Knife Sect uses his spiritual sense to investigate, he can still see it.

After being surprised, the master of the Purple Blade Sect asked again.

"Have you been to the Devil's Cave? Where are the elders in the Devil's Cave?"

The master of the Purple Blade Sect suddenly had a bad premonition.

Zhang Yifeng said coldly: "We are standing here alive, and they have naturally laid down."

"It's just you?" Zidaomen looked ugly.

Zhang Yifeng did not explain. He looked at the five thousand disciples behind the sect master and said loudly: "Disciples of the Zidao Sect, I will give you a chance to survive. If you are not involved in this matter, retreat quickly, otherwise you will die later. Don't blame me. I didn’t remind you.”

"Ignorant kid, I don't know how you got out of the Devil's Cave, but since you came here, it's a dead end. But you can rest assured, I won't kill you, because I still have questions to ask you."

The master of the Purple Blade Sect suddenly gave a cold shout, and a violent momentum was released instantly, like the sea and the sky.

"Old bastard, who are you? You dare to threaten my good son and seek death!"

The cold shouts from the master of the Purple Blade Sect were still lingering, and Xu Nantian couldn't bear it any longer.

"My dear son, my father can't bear it any longer. Let's catch this bastard first!"

Xu Nantian is a madman, but in this world, only a madman would love his family crazily.

He tried his best to endure what the leader of the Purple Knife Sect said at first, but now he actually dared to yell at his good son and unleash a huge amount of pressure!

Who are you trying to scare? To scare his good son? It's simply courting death.

"drink!"

With the same cold shout, the pressure of the master of the Zidao Sect disappeared in an instant. At the same time, the Zidao Sect and all the disciples of the Zidao Sect immediately knelt on the ground. Some disciples with weak cultivation levels even bled to death on the spot. .

Xu Nantian's roar was like the anger of a god king, with astonishing power.

boom!

The lingering sound was still echoing, and the next moment, a muffled sound came. The body of the Zidao Sect Master was punched into the air by Xu Nantian. His chest bones were shattered, and blood mixed with internal organs spurted out.

Boom.

His body fell to the ground and it was difficult to stand up for a while.

"Senior, I have no grievances with you. You...who are you?" The leader of the Purple Knife Sect looked at Xu Nantian and was instantly frightened.

This seemingly crazy middle-aged man is definitely much better than him.

"I am your grandfather. My good son is your father!"

Xu Nantian snorted coldly at the master of the Zidao Sect, and then sat down on the master of the Zidao Sect.

"Why don't you call me grandpa and dad?"

Xu Nantian's actions made Zhang Yifeng and others laugh.

The anger in Zhang Yifeng's heart actually dissipated a lot. He shook his head and said, "Father, such a person is not qualified to be your grandson."

When Xu Nantian heard this, he felt that it made sense: "My dear son, you are right. I am confused as a father. How could I say such words to a person who is about to die? My dear son, I have already cleaned up the rubbish that scolded you. What to do with the others? Do you want to kill them directly? By the way, who is the person who hurt you? "

Xu Nantian pointed at the group of disciples and elders behind him.

Zhang Yifeng grinned and pointed at the great elder of Zidaomen.

"The foster father is him."