Chapter 5815: Refining of Luck

The illusion before his eyes began to fall apart, all the light gradually faded, and was replaced by the gradually clearer scene in front of the Demon-Slaying Sect.

Zhang Yifeng took a deep breath, feeling the vast magic power in his body gradually recovering. Zhang Yifeng knew that this time, he was truly free from the influence of the illusion.

If it weren't for the arrival of the golden thunder, which helped Zhang Yifeng regain some consciousness, the final round of trials would have been extremely difficult for Zhang Yifeng to make a decision.

As Zhang Yifeng escaped from the boundary monument illusion, the surging thunder and fire from heaven and earth around him instantly transformed into a tornado and hurricane, rushing up into the sky.

The roaring divine power isolated all the immortal saints outside. When the immortal saints, including Liantian Immortal Saint, saw the scene before them, they looked at each other in bewilderment.

"It's over. This is good. This boy's power has attracted the attention of three Immortal Emperors. No matter what, this kid has nothing to do with us."

Lian Tianxiansheng sighed. At this moment, a middle-aged man in the crowd who was not very well-groomed picked up the wine jug in his hand and took a sip: "I don't think so."

"What? Could it be that you, the Immortal Venerable, have figured out something?"

This person is an exception in this demon-slaying sect.

He was once hailed as the Holy Son of the Chaos Realm and known as the Nine-Spirited Saint. However, during a demon-slaying expedition, four of his fellow Immortal Saints died and his own cultivation level also fell from Immortal Saint to Immortal Venerable, from which he has never recovered.

Although he was not expelled from the Demon-Slaying Sect, he became a laughing stock in the Chaos Realm and the Demon-Slaying Sect.

Hearing the slightly joking tone of Liantian Immortal Saint, Jiuling Huasheng shook his head and said nothing.

At this moment, in the golden thunder divine fire, three phantoms appeared in front of Zhang Yifeng.

As early as when the illusion of the Demon-Slaying Sect just appeared, it was these three phantoms of the Immortal Emperors. Zhang Yifeng could feel a sense of familiarity in them.

Zhang Yifeng bowed and said, "Disciple greets the three seniors."

"Send your name."

"Zhang Yifeng."

"Lord of the Divine Court?"

The combined voices of the three Immortal Emperor phantoms shocked Zhang Yifeng.

Although the Chaos Realm was reorganized from the Ten Thousand Realms, it was also based on the Realm of the Immortals. But even so, Zhang Yifeng had never expected that the three Immortal Emperors of the Demon Slayer Sect actually knew his own name.

"Now the Divine Court has disappeared from this world and its whereabouts are unknown. Can the three seniors tell me?"

"It cannot be said, it cannot be said..."

As the voice fell, the figures of the three Immortal Emperors gradually dissipated, and a voice came from afar: "There are still two more trials, the rules cannot be broken, if you want to enter the Demon Slayer Sect, continue."

As the thunder and fire from heaven and earth completely dissipated, Zhang Yifeng's figure appeared in the sight of countless cultivators.

"That's him! That's him!"

"How come such a talented person has never been heard of in the Chaos Realm?"

"It actually attracted the three Immortal Emperors of the Demon Slayer Sect to come together. This, this..."

Countless fanatical gazes were locked on Zhang Yifeng at this moment, and in the crowd, Qing Yurou also stared at Zhang Yifeng standing in front of the boundary monument in mid-air and let out a long breath: "It really is this kid!"

"Having broken through the nine rounds of courage and insight training, this Saint has roamed the world for tens of thousands of years. Before the Primal Chaos Realm was formed, I had already entered the realm of Immortal Saint, but I have never seen a genius like you who is unparalleled throughout the ages!"

Even the Immortal Saint Tian was amazed and came to Zhang Yifeng.

Looking at the group of immortal saints in front of him, Zhang Yifeng cupped his hands and said, "Lucky, lucky."

"Don't talk about luck. Little brother, are you willing to follow me to Lotus Peak to practice?"

Lotus Heavenly Saint chuckled, and his charming eyes seemed to pierce through Zhang Yifeng's mind.

As soon as these words fell, the immortals and saints around him started arguing over Zhang Yifeng's affiliation, and they were ready to start a fight.

At this moment, Jiuling Huasheng whispered, "The three Immortal Emperors have all come forward, so how can it be your turn? What are you arguing about?"

All of a sudden, all eyes were fixed on Jiuling Huasheng, and Liantian Xiansheng snorted coldly: "It's not our turn, let alone your turn."

"That's impossible to say."

Jiuling Huasheng shook his head and raised his hand and said: "Since this young friend has escaped the courage and insight training of the boundary monument and set such an unprecedented record, this courage and insight training should also end.

This round of trials will prepare all the cultivators for the refining of their destiny."

Upon hearing this, countless cultivators in front of the Demon-Slaying Sect also looked solemn.

In the Demon Slayer Sect’s three levels of trial, no matter how talented a genius is, he cannot be promoted to become a Demon Slayer as an exception.

Even though Zhang Yifeng broke through the ninth round in the training of courage and was a well-deserved genius, if he could not reach the passing level in the training of luck, then Zhang Yifeng would never be able to join the Demon-Slaying Sect in this life.

“Between heaven and earth, there are countless fierce beasts, countless opportunities, and the luck is mysterious. But if you have luck, your practice will be twice as effective with half the effort, and the road to practice will be smooth.

All that is cultivated and practiced is to go against the will of heaven. The more luck one has, the lighter the calamities from heaven will be. Naturally, one can survive longer in this world and slay more demons.

This round of Qi refining is divided into 183 levels. In each level, there are foreign demons, monsters, or heavenly disasters waiting. Everyone's Qi refining is different. I wish all cultivators good luck. "

As Jiuling Huasheng spoke, he threw out an ancient bronze bell from his hand. The bell swelled in the wind, like a mountain hanging upside down, hanging above the sky.

In an instant, countless streams of light descended from the ancient bronze bell and poured into the bodies of every cultivator who came to participate in the Demon-Slaying Sect's training.

The next moment, dark demonic energy emanated from the ancient bronze bell. With the blessing of a group of immortals and saints, it condensed into a 183-story black tower that reached the sky in an instant.

The rolling evil spirits and demonic energy in it were surging like ink, which was extremely terrifying.

"Using your luck to guide the Hongyun Bell, you can trigger the bell to ring. The lowest is one bell ringing, and the highest is six bell ringings. If you hear six bell ringings, you can directly enter the sixth floor of the Black Tower without having to worry about the first five floors of the Demon Tower.

This is the refining of luck. You can play the bell for luck thirty times. Within thirty times, you can enter the ninetieth floor of the black tower and not be killed by demons, evil spirits, or disasters of heaven and earth. Only then can you pass this round of trials. "

As Jiuling Huasheng's voice fell, all the cultivators fell into excitement.

This trial of luck can be said to be the most difficult one in the Demon-Slaying Sect.

Zhang Yifeng took a deep breath and looked towards the black tower. He saw countless cultivators taking the Hongyun Bell, ringing the bell, and entering the black tower. Zhang Yifeng also closed his eyes.

The extremely mysterious and unpredictable destiny, under the guidance of the Hongyun Bell, caused the Hongyun Bell to ring.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

The sound of six bells echoed between heaven and earth, and Zhang Yifeng's figure suddenly appeared on the sixth floor of the black tower.

"Oh?"

The black tower in front of him made Zhang Yifeng raise his eyebrows slightly.

Not only is there not the slightest demonic aura, but it is also flowing with divine light, opportunity and blessing, like a blessed land.