Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"This man is still alive. It seems that the only way to save him is to remove the black mucus."

Zhang Yifeng groaned, he could still feel the faint vitality coming from the middle-aged monk.

Thinking about it, this black mucus is slowly changing his physique and draining his vitality.

Unless the mucus is separated from the heart, the vitality of this middle-aged monk will be completely replaced by the death breath released by the mucus.

"Sir, do you need our help?"

Qinggu stepped forward and asked cautiously.

After a brief period of peaceful coexistence, he could probably tell that Zhang Yifeng was the kind of person who would take the soft side rather than the hard side.

If he gets along harmoniously with him, the other party won't embarrass him too much.

On the contrary, if Qing Gu had maintained his look of preferring death over surrender, Zhang Yifeng might have killed him on the spot.

"Well, I really might need a little help from you."

When Zhang Yifeng saw Qing Gu coming forward, he immediately said in a deep voice.

"Sir, if you have any orders, it doesn't matter. I will do my best to help you."

Qing Gu nodded quickly and patted his chest.

"It's simple, you just need to freeze this black mucus with your own cold energy."

Zhang Yifeng chuckled and pointed at the black mucus wrapped around the heart of the middle-aged monk.

"This... Sir, I can only say that I will try my best."

Qing Gu was stunned, looking at the squirming black mucus, and said bravely.

It is very laborious to control the natural cold energy of the Snow Tribe people, and it seems even more difficult to freeze such things.

Qinggu was not sure that he could definitely freeze the black mucus.

"Don't worry, I will help you."

Zhang Yifeng waved his hand and said calmly.

Now he can be regarded as doing his best to obey fate. Whether he can rescue this middle-aged monk is still open to question.

"Okay, then just follow what the adults say."

Qinggu swallowed, a look of determination appeared in his eyes.

He immediately called on the brothers behind him to come forward, each stimulating the cold energy in his body.

Pieces of cold mist poured out from the palms of the Snow Tribe warriors, and then under their control, the weapons gradually condensed into water and flowed into the black mucus.

After the black mucus came into contact with the liquid condensed by the cold air, it twitched visibly to the naked eye.

Lines of frost condensed on the mucus, gradually freezing it.

Seeing that everything was developing in a stable direction, Qinggu couldn't help but show excitement on his face.

However, this situation did not last long. The black mucus suddenly trembled and actively cut open the frozen parts.

At the same time, it drilled towards the heart of the middle-aged monk at an extremely fast speed.

Under the invasion of black mucus, the vitality exuding from the middle-aged monk was also rapidly weakening.

"Sir, it's not good!"

Seeing this, Qing Gu hurriedly raised his head and shouted loudly.

"It doesn't matter."

Zhang Yifeng waved his hand. He had already guessed that it couldn't end so easily.

In the astonished eyes of Qing Gu and other Han warriors, they saw a large amount of cold mist suddenly pouring out of Zhang Yifeng's palm.

This cold mist quickly condensed into the form of ice crystals, and then penetrated deeply into the black mucus.

Different from the slow freezing method of Qing Gu and others, the part where Zhang Yifeng's ice crystal penetrates into the black mucus will quickly freeze.

In the blink of an eye, all the black mucus that was about to penetrate into the heart of the middle-aged monk was frozen by Zhang Yifeng.

Then Zhang Yifeng put his hand on the frozen black mucus and pulled hard.

Along with the broken ice crystals, black mucus was frozen into a line and was thrown to the ground by Zhang Yifeng.

"puff!"

The black mucus fell off the body, and the black substance on the middle-aged monk's body immediately began to fall off.

A large amount of black blood also continued to spurt out from its mouth.

Although the situation was a bit more miserable, the heart of the middle-aged monk had resumed beating.

The newly created blood surged crazily, flowing into the blood vessels in the body that were previously occupied by black blood.

"Almost."

Zhang Yifeng looked at it carefully for a long time and saw that all the black matter on the middle-aged monk's body fell away and returned to its original state.

Just now he raised his hand and waved a burst of spiritual energy, restoring the scar on his heart to its original state.

"hiss!"

The frozen black mucus on the ground was twisting wildly, trying to break free from the shackles of the ice crystals.

However, Zhang Yifeng didn't even look at it. After pinching his fingertips twice, a ball of flame enveloped it.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, the black mucus gradually turned into a black gas and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Sir, why do you use the cold energy of my Snow Clan?"

"And seeing that the coldness in your body has reached the level of a royal family, sir, could it be that you..."

Qing Gu swallowed, with a look of panic on his face, and immediately knelt down to salute Zhang Yifeng.

"Don't think too much, I'm just imitating your Snow Clan's natural coldness."

"As for what you are thinking about, it is absolutely impossible. The only royal member of your Snow Clan is Princess Wan."

Zhang Yifeng waved his hand, and a burst of spiritual energy flew out and lifted the person up from the ground.

"Is it just imitation?"

Qinggu's pupils tightened and he murmured in disbelief.

The other Snow Clan warriors beside him couldn't help but look at Zhang Yifeng with a little more admiration.

If they were originally just afraid of Zhang Yifeng's powerful strength, now they are completely convinced by him.

"Okay, this matter is over, you can go wherever you want."

"But I personally suggest that you don't go back to that Bai Mu. People like that will definitely be suspicious of you."

"Even if you tell the truth about what happened today, he will inevitably kill you in the end."

Zhang Yifeng looked at the middle-aged monk who was in a coma and breathing smoothly, turned his back and said to Qinggu and others.

Qinggu was also shocked when he heard this. With his understanding of Elder Baimu, he knew that what Zhang Yifeng said was not a guess, but a real drama that would be staged.

Elder Baimu is suspicious by nature. If he knew what happened here, he would definitely eradicate them after returning.

He would not even ask what happened in the process.

"My lord, I hope you can show us a clear way!"

Qinggu half-knelt on the ground and gritted his teeth and asked Zhang Yifeng.

"Well... I think you are not the kind of people who are willing to help the tyrants, and you still have a bit of good in your heart."

"In that case, I will show you a clear way."

"You go to Princess Wan Renxue, do your best to assist her, and you will be reused in the future."

Zhang Yifeng saw Qinggu and others were so sincere, and his eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice.

"My lord, the princess?"

"My lord, are you kidding me?"

Qinggu was stunned when he heard this, including the others behind him, who were also looking at Zhang Yifeng's back with astonishment.