Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Brother Hanyue, don't be so quick to get angry. Let's heal your injuries first."

"As for the origins of those people... let me tell you in detail."

Zhang Yifeng put away his swords, came to Han Yue and the others, and pushed them to the ground.

Immediately he began to tell the story of the Evil Alliance Leader and others, as well as the origins of the Emperor's grandson and the Human Emperor.

Han Yue and the other two sat cross-legged on the ground with tangled expressions, listening quietly to what Zhang Yifeng said.

After a while, Zhang Yifeng explained everything clearly.

When Han Yue heard that the Evil Alliance Leader and his gang came from the outside world to the world where the Rebel Clan lived, she couldn't help but have a look of astonishment on her face.

"How is this possible? Grandpa Jinghong also said before that except for us rebels, outsiders cannot enter this world at all."

"Why is this evil leader able to bring people into our world by force?"

Han Yue said in disbelief, and looked at the solemn-looking old man Jinghong beside him in surprise.

At this time, Jinghong looked solemnly at the entrance to the Immortal Tomb, which was broken by the light curtain.

Suddenly hearing Han Yue's exclamation, he sighed and turned around, shook his head at Han Yue and said: "Boy Han Yue, I didn't tell the whole story before."

"Some powerful monks, even if they don't have the key to our world, can still use their great magic power to forcibly open the space."

"Zhang Xiaoyou also said just now that those two are monks in the Immortal Realm. It can be said that it is easy to break through the space barrier of our senior sister."

"I just didn't expect that those evil spirits could actually find such powerful helpers."

After Mr. Jinghong said this, his face was full of loneliness.

Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly when he heard this and felt the malaise coming from Mr. Jinghong.

"Senior Jinghong, aren't you thinking of quitting now?"

Zhang Yifeng asked in a solemn voice, his sharp gaze piercing Jinghong's heart.

"I don't want any more casualties."

"And in the Holy Land, Zhang Xiaoyou should have seen everything that is going to happen. I want the Rebel Clan to leave more blood."

"So, can Xiaoyou Zhang promise me not to enter the Immortal Tomb?"

Mr. Jinghong sighed, raised his head and looked at Zhang Yifeng, with a hint of longing in his eyes.

For Jinghong, his own life and death no longer mattered.

But he didn't want more people from the Rebel Clan to die, and he didn't want to see the prophesied scene happen within the Rebel Clan.

Listening to what Mr. Jinghong said, Zhang Yifeng's eyes flickered slightly, and the answer he had prepared to give before could not help but emerge in his heart.

As for Han Yue and Yuan Qing, they had no idea what the two of them were talking about at this time, and could only keep looking around them with puzzled faces.

After a while, Zhang Yifeng suddenly raised his head, his bright eyes facing Jinghong.

"Old senior, I cannot agree to your request, and I, Zhang Yifeng, have never believed in fate."

"If the Rebel Clan is really going to be wiped out in the future, I, Zhang Yifeng, will definitely be the first to stand up and stop this disaster for you!"

"If I violate this oath, I, Zhang Yifeng, will be in the ninth level of purgatory and will not be able to escape!"

With a low shout, the moment Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, a thunder sounded from the sky, confirming his oath.

Mr. Jinghong never thought that the situation would develop to this point, and a complex expression suddenly appeared on his old face.

"Farewell!"

With a solemn voice, Zhang Yifeng strode into the immortal tomb.

Su Zhirou, who was behind him, also followed without changing her expression, and the two figures soon disappeared from the sight of Mr. Jinghong and others.

Han Yue saw Zhang Yifeng entering the Immortal Tomb and wanted to stop him, but she was unable to do so.

The severe injuries suffered previously had not yet fully recovered, and neither he nor Yuan Qing had the strength to stand up.

"Oh, it's true that this fate cannot be violated!"

After a long time, Mr. Jinghong let out a long sigh and walked straight to Han Yue and the other two.

Reaching out to help them up from the ground, Mr. Jinghong took one last complicated look at the entrance to the Immortal Tomb.

Then he turned his head resolutely and was about to help Han Yue and Yuan Qing go to the rebel city's stronghold.

"Wait a minute, Grandpa Jinghong, don't we go in and stop them?"

Seeing this, Han Yue raised her head anxiously and asked.

"No, it's not necessary."

There was a sense of powerlessness in Jinghong's voice, which made Han Yue's face look full of disbelief.

He couldn't imagine why Grandpa Jinghong, who was so confident in front of him, turned into what he is now.

"What about Wanjin? Are we just going to ignore him?"

Anger was rising in Han Yue's heart at this time, anger towards Mr. Jinghong for doing nothing.

"He has his own destiny and does not need us to interfere."

"I only have one idea now, and that is to protect you and the other tribesmen."

Mr. Jinghong gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

"No, I'm going to save Wanjin!"

"And those intruders, I won't do any of them..."

Hearing this, Han Yue could no longer suppress the fire in her heart and shouted angrily.

However, before he could finish his sentence, Mr. Jinghong pointed directly at his neck.

Immediately, Hanyue stiffened and fell asleep.

After doing all this, Jinghong turned his attention to Yuan Qing.

Just as he was about to take action, he saw Yuan Qing waving his hands at him repeatedly.

"Grandpa Jinghong, don't worry, I know you are doing it for our own good, and I won't resist."

Yuan Qing said calmly, not as excited as Han Yue.

Seeing that Yuan Qing was so sensible, Jinghong's tense expression relaxed.

"Oh, you are still sensible, Yuan Qing."

Youyou let out a long sigh, and Jinghong immediately took them to fly towards the walled city.

At the same time, the evil alliance leader and others, who entered the Immortal Tomb first, discovered something astonishing.

That was all of them, and they all scattered after entering the Immortal Tomb.

The space inside the Immortal Tomb will naturally not look like the cave shown on the outside.

The moment the Evil Alliance Leader stepped into the Immortal Tomb, he felt a powerful pressure sweeping over him, directly dispelling his protective shield.

Fortunately, once we truly set foot in this dirty land, the land that all monks dream of, the terrifying pressure disappeared.

But after looking back at the surroundings, the Evil Alliance Leader's face looked a little ugly.

Of the twelve ghosts he originally brought, only Long Xie was still with him, and the rest had disappeared.

"Lord Leader, it seems that we have been scattered randomly throughout this fairy tomb."

"The unique sensory abilities of our twelve ghosts cannot be used here. I am afraid that we will not be able to contact them in the short term."