Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

The main reason is that Zhang Yifeng has no clue at all when it comes to looking for people. Instead, he found a place where the natives were showing off their reputation as ghosts and gods and oppressed the human monks.

Zhang Yifeng naturally couldn't bear this. As long as he closed his eyes, the human monks oppressed by the black-skinned natives would appear in front of Zhang Yifeng.

Although they are all monks in Netherworld City, at least they are still human beings.

Moreover, the only scope of their activities was Netherworld City. Since they no longer harmed the common people in the Eastern Fairyland, Zhang Yifeng felt that they were still worthy of being rescued.

Not to mention that as monks, their destiny should be to die at the hands of the enemy, not at the mouth of a monster that becomes a god.

His eyes became more determined. Zhang Yifeng felt that people can't live just for themselves. Under such circumstances, he can also fight for the human race.

Looking at Zhang Yifeng, Li Chong and Ling silently agreed with Zhang Yifeng's approach.

Mainly Li Chong, Ling completely follows Zhang Yifeng. As long as Zhang Yifeng wants to do something, Ling will follow him no matter what.

Li Chong also understood the anger in Zhang Yifeng's heart. What he saw in the aboriginal settlement just now made him feel angry.

"Junior Brother Zhang, don't worry and do whatever you want to do. I will help you unconditionally."

Li Chong patted Zhang Yifeng's shoulder, with determination in his eyes. He believed that Zhang Yifeng's decision would not disappoint him.

"Senior brother, you really trust me. In this case, I can't live up to your trust."

With a slight smile, Zhang Yifeng and the other three set off again, and within a short time they were back outside the settlement of this group of black-skinned natives.

This time, none of the three Zhang Yifengs were disguised, and they appeared in front of the fence gate of the settlement in a swaggering manner.

After seeing Zhang Yifeng and the other three people landing in the air, the black-skinned natives in charge of the guard panicked.

"You, who are you, and why are you so close to our settlement? Master Qimeng and Master Pika, come here."

The black-skinned native's words came to an abrupt end, because Ling on the side felt that he was talking too much nonsense and directly penetrated his head with a bloody light.

"It's strange, Brother Zhang, this guy doesn't have any Nascent Soul breath in his body, and he seemed to have died directly after being hit in the head by my blood light."

Zero said calmly, as if he had just done something very ordinary.

"Evil, the devil is coming!"

The remaining black-skinned native was so frightened that he dropped the gun in his hand, turned around and ran back.

It was a pity that Zero would not let him escape as he wished. A bit of blood emerged from the wound on the forehead of the fallen black-skinned native with his finger, and he quickly rushed into the back of the fleeing black-skinned native.

Bloody light passed through his heart, and the fleeing black-skinned native died on the spot. He fell to the ground and twitched all over, losing his breath.

"Too weak, really too weak."

Zero sighed. This kind of strength did not require Brother Zhang to take action at all. He could easily deal with all the black-skinned natives by himself.

After thinking about it, the Ling Cao envoy walked towards the depths of the settlement with blood in his hands.

Along the way, streaks of blood flashed back and forth.

Soon the few black-skinned natives were all killed by Zero, and the smell of blood was flowing in the air.

Until the last black-skinned native stopped moving at all, the godless eyes of the monks who were still doing heavy work in the settlement gradually regained their radiance.

Finally, the first monk who broke free from the control of his mind dropped the farm tools he was holding and covered his head with all his strength.

Then came the second and third, until the last monk also put down the farm tools he was holding tightly.

"It seems to be a large-scale mind control. I guess that thing is hiding in this ruins. Shouldn't this thing be a snake? Why can it control the minds of others?"

Zhang Yifeng murmured to himself. Logically speaking, there should be very few snake-like monsters that are good at mind-body control, but this thing has such extraordinary powers.

Could it be that this thing is really the legendary Soaring Snake?

With anxiety in mind, Zhang Yifeng and the other three walked towards the ruins gate.

The gate of this ruins towers into the clouds, but the entrance passage is smaller and can only accommodate one person at a time.

Just as Zhang Yifeng and the other two were about to walk down through the courtyard, the Netherworld City monks beside them, who were covering their heads, roared in unison.

The next moment, all the clothes on these monks exploded, and green vines bloomed from the heart and gradually spread to the whole body.

The vines spread so fast that Zhang Yifeng and the others had no time to stop them.

After a while, these Nether City monks opened their eyes again, and the lush green was flashing in their eyes. At this moment, there was no life in them.

As if controlled by something, these monks wrapped in vines howled and rushed towards Zhang Yifeng and the others.

Zhang Yifeng's eyes darkened when he saw this. Sure enough, these people were already hopeless.

The so-called ritual not only extracted their spiritual energy and immortal power, but also planted seeds in the bodies of these monks.

As long as the manipulator behind the scenes needs it, he can make these seeds explode and turn these monks into emotionless killing machines.

Maybe this was the backhand of the manipulator behind the scenes, thinking that doing so might make it difficult for the monks who came to attack.

However, if that controller really thinks so, he is totally wrong.

Zhang Yifeng would never be merciful to his enemies, not to mention that these people had completely lost their minds and had become the puppets of others.

After concentrating his eyes, the thin sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand burned with black and white flames.

As soon as he raised his hand, a wall of fire rose in front of Zhang Yifeng, and countless black and white flames splashed from the wall of fire.

The moment the monks who rushed over touched the wall of fire, the vines on their bodies began to burn crazily as if they had encountered natural enemies.

It doesn't take a moment to burn a True Immortal Realm monk into ashes.

Zhang Yifeng's black and white flames were a perfect match against this group of monks parasitized by vines. Even if the vines came into contact with just a little spark, they would instantly burst into flames.

Soon, the monks who were behind the scenes and used to delay the actions of Zhang Yifeng and the others were burned to ashes by the flames.

"Junior Brother Zhang, you..."

Looking at Zhang Yifeng, whose expression was obviously gloomy, Li Chong opened his mouth and prepared to comfort him.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yifeng raised his hand, shook his head at Li Chong and said: "Don't worry, senior brother, this little thing won't hit me. I'm just thinking about how to torture the manipulator behind the scenes when I see him. That’s all.”

Hearing Zhang Yifeng say such words in a calm tone, Li Chong felt a chill go straight to his heart.

At this moment, he was very happy that he and Zhang Yifeng were on the same side.