Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

Zhang Yifeng gained a lot from these three demon-refining towers, and his understanding of the secrets of the Chaos Realm became clearer and clearer.

Just as Master Tong said, this was a fight among the nine realms of mountains and seas, and the disappearance of Shen Ting and others seemed to be related to the eighth mountain and sea that had not yet been pacified.

Even though the strong ones in the Saint Realm cannot be compared with those in the God Realm, they are already extraordinary strong ones in the countless small worlds. Not to mention the identities and origins of these strong ones in the Saint Realm. Even if they are insignificant compared to those in the God Realm, some useful information can be found from their memories.

The most important thing is that the advantage lies in quantity. If one person knows a little bit of information, wouldn’t ten people know a little bit of information?

"The Eighth Mountain and Sea."

Zhang Yifeng looked up at the sky and whispered to himself.

The eighth and ninth mountains and seas of the Nine Realms of Mountains and Seas are now in ruins, and the ninth mountain and sea has transformed into a chaotic realm with the boundless small world as its guide, barely guarding this place. But according to the information Zhang Yifeng learned, the eighth mountain and sea has not yet taken shape.

In any case, only those who have ascended out of this world will be qualified to know this information.

Be it the eighth mountain and sea or even the first mountain and sea, Zhang Yifeng doesn't care.

The path of spiritual practice is always to move forward. As long as the old friends are still alive, we will meet again one day.

"I don't know what happened to Xuanyuan Li and Ji Dali."

At the beginning, the three of them returned to this "Realm of Immortals", but parted ways because of investigating the whereabouts of the Divine Court. Now, he has almost stood at the top of this chaotic world. He has also arranged people to look for Xuanyuan Li and Ji Dali, but to no avail.

Sitting on the palm-leaf fan, Zhang Yifeng shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

The Chaos Realm is so vast that finding two people is even more difficult than looking for a needle in a haystack, so Zhang Yifeng didn't take it seriously.

Zhang Yifeng landed in front of a purple-gold Demon Refining Tower. Looking at the majestic and magnificent purple-gold pagoda in front of him, Zhang Yifeng let out a breath. This was the fifth Demon Refining Tower on his journey of training.

After passing it, Zhang Yifeng was 90% sure that he could advance the Chaos Demon Sutra to the second level.

Only when he reached the second level did Zhang Yifeng have the foundation to truly control the power of chaotic gods and demons independently. Now he is just borrowing this power from Zhuanru.

As Zhang Yifeng stepped into the Purple Gold Demon Refining Tower, he felt that it was empty. There was no trace of the bustling scene of people coming and going in the Demon Refining Tower.

The waiter came forward to greet them. Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why is there no one here?"

"I heard that Peak Master Feng Yi wanted to undergo training, so the three emperors of the Demon Slayer Sect have issued an order to dismiss everyone else. This place is only for Peak Master Feng Yi to undergo the test."

Zhang Yifeng nodded when he heard this, thinking to himself that the Three Emperors were really thoughtful.

The demonic energy was surging in the demon refining trial ground. Chains as thick as arms dropped from the top of the demon refining tower and coiled around the entire ladder like coiled snakes, imprisoning the demons within.

"please."

The waiter bowed and saluted. Zhang Yifeng suddenly smiled, looked at the waiter and said, "It seems that such a trick can't fool me."

Hearing this, the waiter smiled back, but this smile seemed extremely strange and stiff, as if an animal wearing a human skin mask was imitating a human smile.

"If you were outside the Demon Refining Tower, you might be useless, but inside the Demon Refining Tower, you can't escape even if you have wings."

The waiter's voice became hoarse, and his facial skin fell off, and his entire body skin slipped off like a bathrobe, revealing the gray robe hidden underneath.

If it’s not the old man from Yinshan, then who could it be?

Now the plan of the Animal Realm is about to be implemented, and Zhang Yifeng is the key to it.

It’s not only because of Zhang Yifeng’s supreme luck, but also because of the Taiwu Ring in Zhang Yifeng’s hand, which is the thing the old man from Yinshan needs most.

As early as outside the Demon Refining Tower, Zhang Yifeng felt something was wrong. When Zhang Yifeng came to the Demon Refining Tower, under the illumination of Guixu's purpose, all the strange things before his eyes were revealed.

The old man from Yinshan was proud of his high level of cultivation. Zhang Yifeng could not see through his changes or disguises, but the surging demonic energy during this demon refining trial made Zhang Yifeng realize that something was wrong.

Under the eyes of Guixu, where is the demon refining trial? Hidden behind these thousands of chains are twenty demon saints!

It is precisely because of so many demon saints that such a terrifying demonic power is gathered together.

“It’s really a big deal.”

Zhang Yifeng's smile widened, and the old man from Yinshan looked at him with a smile: "After all, you are the most fortunate person in the human race. Even a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit. You are not a weak rabbit."

"Thanks for the compliment, but these guys are far from enough."

Having been seen through by Zhang Yifeng, these demon saints no longer disguised themselves, tore apart the illusion and broke out of the mirror.

There was mockery and ridicule on the face of every demon saint, and their eyes looking at Zhang Yifeng were full of disdain.

What is there to be afraid of for a young boy who has just entered the realm of immortal saint?

"Senior Yinshan, you are making a big fuss! This kid is not even worth the effort!"

At the end of this group of demon saints, a giant man covered with tiger stripes laughed wildly. His words caused the other demon saints to laugh even more.

This giant was at least ten feet tall, with a body as thick as iron covered with a layer of tiger skin. Although he had a human body, he had a tiger head. It was unclear whether he was a celestial being or a tiger monster.

There was still sticky blood hanging on the tiger whiskers that were like steel needles. As these demon saints appeared in Zhang Yifeng's sight, the illusion in the Demon-Slaying Tower completely dissipated.

In an instant, blood and energy surged into the sky, countless corpses lay on the ground, and the broken bodies formed a picture of hell. All the monks in this purple gold demon refining tower were killed!

Many corpses even had signs of having been bitten. Most of the people in this Demon Refining Tower were cultivators at the Immortal Venerable level. For these Demon Saints, blood was also a good food.

The cultivators at the Immortal Saint level are all in the Demon Slaying Sect. The ones here are just Immortal Lords. Facing so many Demon Saints, what can they use to resist?

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, Zhang Yifeng closed his eyes slightly: "Today, none of you can escape."

“Hahaha! What is this idiot talking about? You should think carefully about whether you can withstand the torture of us stripping your luck away and cutting you into pieces…”

Before the tiger-headed demon saint finished his words, a gray sword mark passed by, and the Sixteenth Saint of Silence slashed out, and the might of the Avenue of Nothingness poured out and merged into the incomparably tiny sword mark.

It was such a light sword, but the demon saints felt that the whole world was split into two halves and misplaced by this sword.

The tiger-headed demon saint's head and body were separated, and his tiger's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

The sword mark crushed his tongue into pieces, turning it into nothingness.

Looking at the black and white transparent power of nothingness wrapped around the severed head of the tiger-headed demon saint, not even a drop of blood flowed out.

"It's a pity that I don't have that much time to torture you. Letting you die like this will be a relief for you."

Zhang Yifeng put away his sword and stood up, looking at the demon saints in front of him with a look that was already filled with a coldness.