The magic weapon of palm fan speeds, Zhang Yifeng sat upright on it, his body of fairy energy was turbulent, and most of it turned into the blessing of the power of the human world. In this chaotic world, Zhang Yifeng had reached a transcendent state.

However, no matter how fast the three-folding fan was, Zhang Yifeng still felt slow and was anxious.

I had just learned from Qing Yurou that the Beiwu Ao tribe was in big trouble.

There is no time in Guixu Yuyuan. Zhang Yifeng only practiced for a while and entered the Great Perfection of the Immortal Lord, but half a year passed in this chaotic world.

About three months ago, a strange monster came to find trouble for the Beiwuao clan. The demon's strength was probably to reach the Great Perfection of the Holy Realm and was extremely powerful. He killed several Beiwuao clan members with one move.

It has already experienced a great disaster, but now there are few people in the Beiwu Ao clan. How can they bear this?

Xuan Qingxuan immediately took people to chase and kill them. All the powerful men in the Saint Realm of the Beiwu Ao clan left the Guixu Sea, but three months passed and they were completely gone.

Fortunately, before Xuan Qingxuan left, she ordered her clan members to not take action without permission before Zhang Yifeng left the customs, so she did not make the entire Beiwu Ao clan in chaos.

On the three-folding fan, Zhang Yifeng held the night pearl the size of a palm in one hand and the Chaos Realm Star Map in the other.

This night pearl is Xuan Qingxuan's life lamp. If the night pearl is extinguished, it means that Xuan Qingxuan is dead.

Although the night pearl was not extinguished at this time, the light flowing on it seemed extremely weak, and there might be big trouble.

This night pearl could vaguely point out where Xuan Qingxuan was. Zhang Yifeng drove the three-fold fan and galloped along the star map.

"Boy, don't be anxious. If the enemy of the Beiwu Ao tribe is attacked, you don't know who the enemy is and what methods do you have. Wouldn't it just add to your worries?"

Master Tong flew around Zhang Yifeng and spoke out to persuade him.

Zhang Yifeng shook his head: "There are so few people in the Beiwu Ao clan. If Xuan Qingxuan makes trouble again, the entire imperial clan will be destroyed."

After a pause, the firmness in Zhang Yifeng's eyes became even more serious: "Emperor Xuan has kindness to me, so I naturally cannot watch the Beiwu Ao tribe with such hardships."

From entering the deep sea of ​​Guixu, whether in the posture of a demon saint or the posture of a human race, Emperor Xuan never neglected himself at all, and was more helpful.

The Demon-Slaying Armor and the Tianshi Art have both had great effect on themselves. Even with the name of the Northern Wuao clan, there will be many shortcuts in the future when they set foot in a mountain and sea. Zhang Yifeng naturally remembers this appreciation in his heart.

The Northern Wu Ao tribe has a heritage in this Chaos Realm, so Zhang Yifeng naturally cannot let this inheritance disappear.

"Have it!"

A very powerful aura suddenly came from the Night Pearl, and it immediately looked like a bright lamp in the darkness, pointing the direction for Zhang Yifeng.

Following the direction above the star map, he ran away with a three-fold fan under him.

At this moment, above the boundless sea area.

A warship wrapped in flames floated on the sea surface. The flame separated the sea water, but the burning high temperature, even if it was isolated, burned dozens of miles of sea water.

If a monk who is good at fire-type spiritual energy is here, he may be ashamed to himself when he sees the flame.

Zhang Yifeng stepped into the void and looked at the warship under him, Xuan Qingxuan, and several other members of the Beiwuao tribe, on the warship.

"Who broke that blood curse?"

Deep in the warship, there was a prison, Xuan Qingxuan was covered in blood. The armor on her body was now broken. Her skin was so tender that it could be broken, and her skin was covered with thick burn marks.

The other people, such as Xuan Qing Teng, were even worse than Xuan Qingxuan, and they only had the inlet and no qi out, and they were dying.

The violent flames burned under this prison, baking the few people in the cage.

He was originally a demon cultivator in the water. Under such a fire of fire, he was even more tortured than the most painful punishment in the world.

"What do you have to do with you?"

Xuan Qingxuan frowned, her beautiful eyes were full of resentment at this time, and she shouted softly, but she still refused to surrender.

The demon in front of him seemed to have something to do with the blood curse of the Beiwu Ao clan, and this time it was for this matter.

Xuan Qingxuan knew in her heart that Zhang Yifeng's intervention in this matter was caused by the cause and effect of the Northern Wu Ao tribe.

If you pursue the matter afterwards, you will definitely torture Zhang Yifeng.

Because of this, she did not reveal any news about Zhang Yifeng.

"Yes, it's the Demon Killing Saint. If you look for it, go find him..."

At this moment, Xuan Qing Teng said this as if she had used all her strength.

A hint of disbelief flashed in Xuan Qingxuan's eyes, and then his beautiful face seemed to be like a volcano erupting, revealing a ferocious anger: "Stop it!"

In front of him, the demon cultivator, who was covered with a layer of lava, seemed to be covered with a layer of lava on his skin, suddenly smiled and showed his sharp teeth: "Wouldn't you just say it long ago?"

"If we let us go, the blood curse has nothing to do with us!"

Xuan Qingteng was talking, and aside, Xuan Qingxuan's face showed a burst of anger and indescribable bitterness.

This younger brother of his family regards the Northern Wu Ao clan more than anything else. Even if Zhang Yi is the savior of the entire Ao clan, he will not put Zhang Yifeng's interests before the Ao clan.

However, the demon cultivator in front of him is clearly the one who is unrest with the Ao clan. How could he let them go?

"I'll say it earlier, don't you have to endure these tortures?"

Fenhou grinned and pointed out his slender fingers. A nearly scarlet flame instantly rose from under the cage, wrapping the Xuanqing vine. In an instant, the Xuanqing vine turned into the nutrients of the demon fire and burned into a fire ball.

Xuan Qingxuan was furious and roared wildly, with anger on her face that was completely inconsistent with her appearance. On the side, the demon fires that rose one after another burned several other powerful people in the holy realm, leaving Xuan Qingxuan alone.

"Compared with those wastes, the aura of the Zhenwu Emperor in your body is powerful. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, just right for replanting the burning magic spell!"

As he said that, a fire appeared in the palm of the Self-Fun Hou's palm. In the fire, thousands of dense blood vessels and tentacles were squirming, exactly the same as the poisonous curse that Zhang Yifeng took out from the bodies of the Beiwuao clan.

"So it's you! You did all this!"

"How could it be me? I am just a little immortal saint, and I am just running errands to the big people in the sky. As for the Demon Saint who kills the Heavenly Demon, I will go and meet him. If I break the plan of the Fire God, how can I make him feel better?"

Fen Hou smiled grimly, and the fire in his hand climbed into the void bit by bit, towards Xuan Qingxuan, who had no movement at all.

At this moment, a muffled sound of gold and iron sounded: "Who do you want to meet?"
Chapter completed!