After picking up the soul, Zhang Yifeng took it over with the power of the sea of ​​consciousness. After several hours, Zhang Yifeng swept through all the memories of the demon saint since he descended to the Chaos Realm.
Apart from the weaknesses of the desert imperial clan, Zhang Yifeng did not get any useful information.
In other words, most of the useful information has become useless after hundreds of years.
As Zhang Yifeng's spiritual consciousness was withdrawn, his mind was swollen and painful. The life of a powerful man in the holy realm was too complicated for Zhang Yifeng.
With all the plans, Zhang Yifeng's time to embark on the road of cultivation is not even enough for this demon saint.
When Zhang Yifeng threw the useless memory out of his mind, his soul disappeared, and a passage appeared in the void space, and everything surrounding this desolate war zone disappeared.
At the end of the memory of the Demon Saint, this battle area was the place where he died in battle. His soul was banned by the three immortal emperors of the Demon Slaying Sect and imprisoned in this demon-refining tower.
As Zhang Yifeng stepped into the passage, he entered the second level.
At this moment, all the demon-slaying envoys in the entire Purple Gold Demon Refining Tower were boiling.
"How long does this last? How many hours?"
"No, it's not that long. Master Feng Yifeng stood in front of the second floor and stopped for so long. He was probably sensing the soul and memory in it."
"Wouldn't that mean..."
Everyone took a deep breath. If they said this, Zhang Yifeng didn't even take hundreds of breaths to kill the demon in the first demon refining tower.
"this......"
Everyone looked at each other, unable to imagine how capable Zhang Yifeng had.
Beside Qing Yurou, Sun Donglai's eyes were full of surprise, but he immediately felt normal.
I once heard too many legends about Zhang Yifeng. In Sun Donglai's memory, Zhang Yifeng was like a god.
Although there were doubts before, the doubts disappeared before this demon refining tower today.
During the demon refining trial, before the second level, a demon saint with a breath at its peak appeared in Zhang Yifeng's sight.
It was a thousand-legged centipede, each foot device was more than ten feet long and had an extremely huge body.
The Golden Chapter Demon Saint just now had a great fortune and met a powerful saint who was dying.
The thousand-legged centipede in front of you is the real opponent of the holy realm.
"Shit!"
A strange hissing sound came from the foot device that collided with the thousand-legged centipede. Countless foot devices hit the void and crawled towards Zhang Yifeng in the air at a very fast speed.
As the Sixteen Saints of Silence swung out, the Great Way of Void sprinkled out from behind Zhang Yifeng like a long river. With one sword, the sword energy turned into thousands of virtual wheels. The wheel rotated with the blessing of the sword marks and slashed through the void, like a dragon.
The Wheel of Transformation and Void Wheel mixed with sword marks, slashing half of the sky empty, and with half of the Thousand-legged Centipede.
The smelly and sticky green blood sprayed, Zhang Yifeng's figure flashed, and he stood in the air. The Sixteen Saints of Silence swung again, and thousands of sword marks turned into a sea of ​​sword shadows. The thousand-legged centipede roared, and a tender pink poisonous mist with a sweet and greasy aura sprayed out, coming straight towards Zhang Yifeng.
The fog spread thousands of miles in an instant, and in just one moment, Zhang Yifeng fell into the illusion.
Around them, tender pink and poisonous mists turned into a celestial girl, sticking to Zhang Yifeng's body, corroding Zhang Yifeng's flesh.
Zhang Yifeng, who was trapped in the illusion, seemed to be unable to detect all this.
In the air, the thousand-legged centipede's foot device hit and climbed into the void and came towards Zhang Yifeng. The sharp mouth device opened, trying to swallow Zhang Yifeng.
At this moment, waves of green vitality flowed into Zhang Yifeng's body, and the brilliance shone on the sacred tree of wisdom, dispersing all the confusion in the sea of ​​consciousness.
"Haha, can you really capture me with this method?"
The corners of Zhang Yifeng's mouth were raised. The trap just now was just an illusion that Zhang Yifeng pretended to be.
As this confusion was eliminated, Zhang Yifeng pointed out with a sword, and thousands of virtual wheels flew away. Wherever he passed, all the colors were swallowed by the world of nothingness.
This is the same with the Thousand-legged Centipede.
When the Whale of Transformation was mixed with sword energy, after the bloody mouth of the Thousand-Lead Centipede opened, the Thousand-Lead Centipede's head with scarlet tentacles was directly swallowed by the Sixteen Saints of Silence and disappeared here.
A huge body of thousands of feet fell from the air to the ground, shaking up smoke and dust in the sky. The countless foot devices were still swinging back and forth, but after a moment, the thousand-legged centipede, the dignified demon saint, also died under Zhang Yifeng's sword.
Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand and a soul memory floated into Zhang Yifeng's hand, which belonged to this thousand-legged centipede.
But when Zhang Yifeng searched, he shook his head secretly.
This thousand-legged centipede is not the inheritance of an imperial clan, but an ordinary centipede in the mountains and fields. However, she has received a huge opportunity and has practiced all the way to this day.
But even when I reached the holy realm, I had never mastered the most basic transformation.
"There are such monsters in the world. How many magical things should be there in the heavens and all worlds?"
The magical opportunity obtained by the Thousand-Lead Centipede is the juice of a divine vine. With this juice, the Thousand-Lead Centipede has achieved its current achievements.
But the juice has been used up by the Thousand-legged centipede. In the memory of the Thousand-legged centipede, Zhang Yifeng did not obtain any useful information.
As Zhang Yifeng entered the third trial, the entire Purple Gold Demon Refining Tower had completely fallen into a state of fanaticism.
"In less than half a day, Master Feng Yi Peak has been connected to two trials!"
"What methods did Master Feng Yi Peak master master have at this speed!"
"If I can kill two holy demons in a row in the Immortal Realm, if it were me, I'm afraid I can brag for the rest of my life!"
All the demon-slaying entourages showed envious expressions, and even Sun Donglai had sweat on his forehead.
"This guy is so evil..."
When fighting with a powerful man in the holy realm, it is easy to decide the outcome, but in this trial, life and death must be distinguished.
The powerful people in the holy realm are emerging in endless ways. Unless they are completely crushed, it will be normal for several days to fight.
But it was too terrifying that Zhang Yifeng climbed upward at such a speed.
For several days, the demon-slaying envoys did not even receive rewards, and only guarded Zhang Yifeng at this place where the demon-refining place was to see where Zhang Yifeng could finally reach.
At this moment, Zhang Yifeng had entered the 32nd level of demon refining tower.
As this soul memory fell into Zhang Yifeng's perception, in the blurry fragments, Zhang Yifeng clearly saw the chaotic torrent when the chaotic torrent first opened.
Under the chaotic torrent, a figure shocked Zhang Yifeng.
"Zhirou!"
Chapter completed!