Chapter 5911: Difficulties of the Ao Clan

The cattail leaf fan magic weapon was flying, and Zhang Yifeng sat on it. His immortal energy was surging, and most of it turned into the power of the human world. In this chaotic world, Zhang Yifeng had already reached a transcendent realm.

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

I have just learned from Qing Yurou that the Beiwuao tribe is in big trouble.

There is no time in the Guixu Abyss. Zhang Yifeng only practiced for a while and reached the great perfection of the Immortal Lord, but in this chaotic world, a full half a year has passed.

About three months ago, a strange monster came to cause trouble for the Beiwuao tribe. The monster's strength was probably at the great perfection of the holy realm. He was extremely powerful and killed several members of the Beiwuao tribe with one move.

The Beiwuao tribe has already suffered a great disaster, and now there are only a few members in the tribe. How can they endure this?

Xuan Qingxuan immediately led people to hunt and kill them. All the powerful saints of the Beiwuao clan left the Guixu Sea, but after three months, they were nowhere to be found.

Fortunately, before Xuan Qingxuan left, he ordered the tribesmen that no one was allowed to act on their own until Zhang Yifeng came out of seclusion. This prevented the entire Beiwuao tribe from falling into chaos.

On the three-fold fan, Zhang Yifeng held a palm-sized luminous pearl in one hand and a star map of the Chaos Realm in the other.

This night-shining pearl is Xuan Qingxuan's life lamp. If the night-shining pearl goes out, it means 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 a big trouble.

This night pearl can vaguely point out where Xuan Qingxuan is. Zhang Yifeng controls the three-fold fan and speeds along the star map.

"Boy, don't be anxious. The Beiwu Ao tribe has an enemy coming to attack. You don't even know who the enemy is or what methods they have. If you rush forward blindly, won't it just cause you more trouble?"

Tong Ye flew around Zhang Yifeng and tried to persuade him.

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

After a pause, Zhang Yifeng's eyes became more determined: "Emperor Xuan has been kind to me, so I naturally cannot watch the Beiwu Ao tribe suffer such hardships."

Ever since he entered the Guixu Deep Sea, Emperor Xuan had never neglected him in the slightest, and had even helped him a lot, no matter whether he was in the form of a Demon Saint or in the form of a human.

The Demon-Slaying Armor and the Heaven-Dividing Art were both of great use to him. Even with the name of the Beiwuao tribe, he would have many shortcuts when he set foot in the mountains and seas in the future. Zhang Yifeng naturally kept this appreciation in mind.

The Beiwuao clan left a legacy in this chaotic world, so Zhang Yifeng naturally couldn't let this legacy disappear.

"Have it!"

A very powerful aura suddenly emanated from the night pearl, which was like a bright light in the darkness, pointing the way for Zhang Yifeng.

Following the direction on the star map, the three-fold fan under him flew rapidly.

At this moment, above the boundless sea.

A warship wrapped in flames floated on the sea. The flames separated the sea water, but the scorching heat, even if isolated, could still boil the sea water for dozens of miles.

If a cultivator who is good at fire-related spiritual energy were here, seeing this flame, he would probably feel so ashamed that he would want to end his life.

Zhang Yifeng stepped into the void and looked at the warship below him. The auras of Xuan Qingxuan and several other members of the Beiwuao tribe were on this warship.

"Who broke the blood curse?"

Deep inside the warship, in a prison cell, Xuan Qingxuan was covered in blood, the armor on his body was now in tatters, and his skin, which was originally so tender that it could be broken by a baby's touch, was now covered with a thick layer of burn marks.

The others, such as Xuan Qingteng, were in even worse condition than Xuan Qingxuan. They were only breathing in but not out, and were dying.

Raging flames burned beneath the prison, roasting the people inside.

He was originally a demon cultivator in the water, and being burned by such strange fire was more tormenting than the most painful punishment in the world.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Xuan Qingxuan frowned, her beautiful eyes filled with resentment. She growled, but still refused to surrender.

The monster in front of him seemed to be related to the blood curse of the Beiwuao tribe, and he came here just for this matter.

Xuan Qingxuan knew clearly that Zhang Yifeng's interference in this matter would lead to him being entangled with the Beiwuao clan.

If the person behind this incident were to be held accountable later, Zhang Yifeng would certainly be tortured as well.

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

"Yes, it's the Demon Slayer. If you are looking for him, go find him..."

At this moment, Xuan Qingteng seemed to have used up all his strength and uttered these words.

Xuan Qingxuan's eyes flashed with disbelief, and then her beautiful face was like a volcano erupting, revealing a ferocious anger: "Shut up!"

In front of him, the demon cultivator, whose body was full of lust and fire, and whose skin seemed to be covered with a layer of lava, suddenly smiled, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Let us go. Breaking the blood curse has nothing to do with us!"

As Xuan Qingteng was speaking, Xuan Qingxuan on the side showed waves of anger and unspeakable bitterness on his face.

This younger brother of his own values ​​the Beiwu Ao clan more than anything else. Even though 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 them was clearly determined to fight to the death with the Ao Clan, so how could he let them go?

"If you had told me earlier, wouldn't you have to endure all this torture?"

Fen Hou grinned and pointed with his slender fingers. A ball of almost scarlet flame instantly rose from under the cage and wrapped around the Xuan Qing vine. In an instant, the Xuan Qing vine turned into nutrients for the evil fire and burned into a ball of fire.

Xuan Qingxuan was furious and roaring wildly, with a look of rage on his face that was totally inconsistent with his appearance. At the side, demonic fires rose one after another, burning several other powerful saints to ashes, leaving only Xuan Qingxuan.

"Compared to those pieces of trash, the aura of the Great Emperor Zhenwu in your body is much stronger. Tsk tsk tsk, it's just right for replanting the Burning God Curse!"

As he spoke, flames emerged from the palm of the Self-Immolation Marquis. In the flames, there seemed to be thousands of densely packed blood vessels and tentacles wriggling, exactly the same as the poisonous curse that Zhang Yifeng had taken out of the bodies of the Beiwuao tribe members.

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

"How could it be me? I'm just a small immortal saint, and I just run errands for those big shots on the top of the sky. As for that so-called Killing Heaven Demon Saint, I will go and meet him. How can I let him have a good time if he ruins the Flame God's plan?"

Fen Hou grinned grimly, and the fire in his hand climbed up the void little by little, heading towards Xuan Qingxuan who had no intention of leaving.

At this moment, a muffled voice like the sound of metal clashing rang out: "Who do you want to meet?"