Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"As you command!"

Although I don't know what the leader is going to do, the biggest official in Xiaoyu Pavilion is now the black-robed monk, and the remaining disciples dare not disobey him.

He quickly summoned a group of remaining disciples to the front of the sect's main hall. While everyone was watching Zhang Yifeng's movements with breathless voices, the sect's formation suddenly began to tremble.

After a while, the formation that enveloped Xiaoyu Pavilion began to break apart.

Zhang Yifeng had just analyzed how to crack half of the mysterious method when he felt that the formation in front of him had been artificially solved.

With a frown, Zhang Yifeng looked down and saw a large number of Xiaoyu Pavilion disciples looking at him in confusion.

It was obvious that this formation was not unlocked by Zhang Yifeng, so there could only be a ghost in Xiaoyu Pavilion who unlocked the formation.

And now all the remaining disciples have been summoned here, even the disciples guarding the core of the formation are no exception.

Only the one missing...

The left-behind disciple who was summoned at first thought about it and saw a green figure fleeing into light at the edge of the sect in the distance.

Obviously, the answer to all this is available. It was the leader who deceived him and asked him to summon all the disciples here.

On the surface, they were preparing for a life-and-death fight, but in reality, they were taking the opportunity to escape, leaving them here as scapegoats to delay Zhang Yifeng, who was breaking the formation outside.

Zhang Yifeng did not continue to pursue the black-robed monk who escaped. His primary goal was never to hunt down this person.

Zhang Yifeng has not forgotten his most important goal, which is to get He Yajiao back.

In that barren mountain just now, Zhang Yifeng deliberately let the black-robed monk go, otherwise he would never have the chance to poison himself.

Now that the main sect of Xiaoyu Pavilion has been found, the black-robed monk is naturally useless to Zhang Yifeng. You can get rid of him anytime you want.

After all, Zhang Yifeng had already placed spiritual consciousness on him, so even if the black-robed monk ran to the ends of the earth, Zhang Yifeng could still find him.

He lowered his eyebrows and looked down at the remaining disciples of Xiaoyu Pavilion. None of these people's auras were very strong, and those with the highest cultivation level were only in the early stage of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

Moreover, none of these disciples were stained with blood. They all looked like newborn calves, and the hands holding the weapons were trembling slightly.

It can be seen that these left-behind headquarters should be the killers that Xiaoyu Pavilion has just begun to train. Upon seeing this, Zhang Yifeng gave up the idea of ​​​​killing them all.

Zhang Yifeng had been breaking the formation for a long time, but he didn't see the leader of Xiaoyu Pavilion, Black Wing, coming out. Obviously, the real combat power of Black Wing and Xiaoyu Pavilion was not in the sect.

In this way, Zhang Yifeng had no need to attack these people. On the contrary, he had something to ask them.

"I have no interest in killing a group of helpless monks. Answer my question now to save you from death.

If the answer dissatisfies me, or if I hear that you are lying to me, don't blame me for being ruthless.

You all know what kind of sect Xiaoyu Pavilion is. I never show mercy when I kill evil monks. "

Zhang Yifeng said coldly.

Looking at the left-behind disciples who kept their mouths shut and did not dare to speak, Zhang Yifeng continued to ask.

"Have you ever seen someone bring a female nun here?"

After Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, no one answered for a long time. They all looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Zhang Yifeng's face became slightly gloomy when he saw these people's unwillingness to cooperate.

Just when Zhang Yifeng was about to use some tactics to teach them a lesson, suddenly a disciple raised his hand.

"Senior, I seem to have seen it before."

The disciple quickly walked out of the crowd. Seeing his innocent appearance, Zhang Yifeng motioned for him to continue speaking.

The disciple then described to Zhang Yifeng the appearance of the female cultivator he saw. Zhang Yifeng's heart tightened as he heard that it was undoubtedly He Yajiao that the disciple saw.

Zhang Yifeng stared at the disciple and asked.

"Then tell me where she was put!"

Zhang Yifeng faintly lost control and shouted at this disciple.

"No, I don't know. She was not placed in the sect. It seems that she was taken away directly by the sect master."

When the disciple saw He Yajiao's appearance, he looked at it for a while, and happened to see He Yajiao being led away from Drizzle Pavilion by Black Wings.

After listening to what his disciple said, Zhang Yifeng's expression paused, and unknown fire surged in his heart.

These few times, why do people always do bad things when he is about to find He Yajiao? This Black Wing is really damned!

The anger in Zhang Yifeng's heart caused a mental imbalance, and for a while, the originally calm demonic energy in Zhang Yifeng's body began to surge.

Waves of black mist kept pouring out of Zhang Yifeng's body, and at the same time, the fragment of the demon embedded in Zhang Yifeng's left hand seemed to have finally found a chance.

No longer as silent as usual, the fragments of the demon began to arouse the emotions in Zhang Yifeng's heart.

It was only a small burst of anger at first. Instigated by the fragments of the demon, the anger gradually covered Zhang Yifeng's mind.

Waves of black mist continued to spread from Zhang Yifeng's body, and streaks of scarlet color also rose in Zhang Yifeng's eyes, making others look like he was crazy.

The surrounding Xiaoyu Pavilion disciples, seeing Zhang Yifeng's strange behavior, were so frightened that they backed away and looked at Zhang Yifeng tremblingly.

The powerful coercion emanating from Zhang Yifeng made these Xiaoyu Pavilion disciples unable to move at all, and could only let the demonic energy cling to their bodies.

A large amount of life force began to come from the bodies of the surrounding disciples. After entering Zhang Yifeng's body, it then poured into the fragment of the demon on his left hand.

This demon fragment, even if it is just a fragment without its own consciousness, is still trying to repair the fragment by relying on Zhang Yifeng's body.

Just when Zhang Yifeng was about to become obsessed with anger, a clear bell suddenly sounded.

The surging bells shook the demonic energy in Zhang Yifeng's body and retracted it back into his dantian.

At the same time, under the influence of the bell, Zhang Yifeng also regained his sanity in an instant. After noticing the change, he sealed the demon fragments on his left hand with his fingers.

He quickly withdrew the demonic energy pipes inserted into each of the disciples of Xiaoyu Pavilion. In a short period of time, the demon fragments had sucked most of the life out of these disciples of Xiaoyu Pavilion.

These Xiaoyu Pavilion disciples, without exception, collapsed to the ground after losing the support of the demonic energy channels, with their skin shriveled and their faces haggard.

Looking at these Xiaoyu Pavilion disciples who collapsed on the ground, Zhang Yifeng looked remorseful. These people became like this because he lost control.

Zhang Yifeng had no murderous intention from the beginning. After all, none of these people seemed to have joined Xiaoyu Pavilion voluntarily. Zhang Yifeng never killed innocent people indiscriminately.

Seeing the pain of these Xiaoyu Pavilion disciples, Zhang Yifeng took out the pills and drank them one by one, and then transferred his life force to these Xiaoyu Pavilion disciples.

Zhang Yifeng wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead, looked at the disciples of Xiaoyu Pavilion who had recovered and become more energetic, and nodded with satisfaction.