Chapter 5881 Traces

After picking up the soul, Zhang Yifeng guided it with the power of his sea of ​​consciousness. After several hours, Zhang Yifeng swept through all the memories of this Demon Saint since he descended to the Chaos Realm.

Apart from the weaknesses of the Desert Imperial Clan, Zhang Yifeng did not obtain any useful information.

In other words, most of the useful information has become useless after hundreds of years.

As Zhang Yifeng's consciousness was withdrawn, he felt his head swollen and painful. The life of a powerful saint was too complicated for Zhang Yifeng to remember.

All in all, the time Zhang Yifeng had spent on the path of cultivation was not even a fraction of that of the Demon Saint.

When Zhang Yifeng threw the useless memories out of his mind, his soul disappeared, a passage emerged in the empty space, and everything around him related to this desolate battlefield disappeared.

At the end of the Demon Saint’s memory, this battlefield was where he died in battle. His soul was sealed 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 slayers in the Purple Gold Demon Refining Tower were in an uproar.

"How long has it been? How many hours?"

"No, it wasn't that long. Peak Master Feng Yi stopped in front of the second floor for so long. I'm afraid he was sensing the spiritual memory inside."

"Doesn't that mean..."

Everyone gasped. If that was the case, it wouldn't even take Zhang Yifeng a hundred breaths of time to kill the demon in the first level of the Demon Refining Tower.

"this......"

Everyone looked at each other, unable to imagine what kind of abilities Zhang Yifeng had.

Beside Qing Yurou, Sun Donglai's eyes were full of surprise, but then he felt it was normal.

He had heard too many legends about Zhang Yifeng. In Sun Donglai's memory, Zhang Yifeng was like a god.

Although I had doubts before, they disappeared today in front of the Demon Refining Tower.

During the demon refining trial, before the second level, a demon saint whose aura was at its peak appeared in Zhang Yifeng’s sight.

It was a centipede with thousands of legs, each of which was more than ten feet long, and its body was extremely huge.

The Golden-Seal Demon Saint just now was just lucky enough to encounter a powerful Saint Realm warrior who was already on the verge of death.

The thousand-legged centipede in front of him is the real opponent in the holy realm.

"Fizz!"

A strange hissing sound came from the centipede's legs. Countless legs struck each other in the air, and it crawled towards Zhang Yifeng at an extremely fast speed in the air.

As the Sixteen Saints of Silence swung out, the Avenue of Nothingness flowed out from behind Zhang Yifeng like a long river. With a sword blocking it, the sword energy transformed into thousands of Void Wheels, which rotated under the blessing of the sword marks and slashed through the void like a swimming dragon.

The Void Transformation Wheel, with its sword marks, cut half of the sky into an empty space, along with half of the centipede's body.

Smelly and sticky green blood sprayed, Zhang Yifeng's figure flashed, and he stood in the air. The Sixteen Saints of Silence swung their swords again, and thousands of sword marks turned the eyes in front of him into a sea of ​​sword shadows. The centipede roared, and a tender pink poisonous mist with a sweet smell sprayed out, heading straight towards Zhang Yifeng.

The fog instantly spread over thousands of miles, and in just a moment, Zhang Yifeng fell into an illusion.

All around, pink poisonous mist turned into a fairy, sticking to Zhang Yifeng's body and corroding his flesh.

Zhang Yifeng, who was trapped in the illusion, seemed unaware of all this.

In mid-air, the centipede's legs tapped and it climbed through the air towards Zhang Yifeng. Its sharp mouthparts opened, as if to swallow Zhang Yifeng.

At this moment, waves of emerald green vitality flowed through Zhang Yifeng's body, and the tree of wisdom shone with brilliant light, dispelling all confusion in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Oh, can you really capture me with this little trick?"

The corners of Zhang Yifeng's mouth rose. The previous entrapment was just an illusion created by Zhang Yifeng.

As the confusion was dispelled, Zhang Yifeng pointed out with his sword, and thousands of Void Wheels flew away. Wherever they passed, all colors were swallowed up by the void world.

The same goes for the centipede.

When the Huaxu Wheel mixed with sword energy rushed into the bloody mouth of the centipede, in an instant, the centipede's head with scarlet tentacles was directly swallowed by the Sixteen Saints of Silence and disappeared here.

The huge body, which was thousands of feet long, fell from mid-air to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Its countless legs were still swinging back and forth, but after a moment, this thousand-legged centipede, a 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. It belonged to the centipede.

But after Zhang Yifeng explored it, he shook his head secretly.

This thousand-legged centipede is not a descendant of some imperial clan, but just an ordinary centipede in the mountains and wilds. However, it has obtained an incredible opportunity and has practiced all the way to where it is today.

But even after reaching the holy realm, he has not yet mastered the most basic form transformation.

"There are actually such monsters in the world. How many wonders must have existed in the heavens and the worlds back then?"

The miraculous opportunity that the centipede obtained was the juice of a magical vine. It was with the help of this juice that the centipede achieved its current success.

But the juice had already been used up by the centipede. Zhang Yifeng did not obtain any useful information from the memory of this centipede, which did not have much spirituality.

As Zhang Yifeng entered the third level of trial, the entire Purple Gold Demon Refining Tower had fallen into complete frenzy.

"In less than half a day, Peak Master Feng Yi has completed two levels of trials!"

"With such speed, what kind of means did Feng Yi Peak Master master!"

"If I were in the Immortal Venerable realm and could kill two Saint Realm demons in a row, I would probably be able to brag about it for the rest of my life!"

All the demon slayers showed envious expressions, even Sun Donglai had sweat on his forehead.

"This guy is too evil..."

It is easy to determine the winner in a fight with a strong Saint Realm warrior, but in this trial, it is a matter of life and death.

The powerful people in the Saint Realm have endless means. Unless they are completely crushed, it is normal for a battle to last for several days.

But Zhang Yifeng's climbing speed was really too terrifying.

For several days, the demon slayers even stopped accepting the bounty and just stayed by the place where demons were being refined to see where Zhang Yifeng could eventually climb.

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng has entered the 32nd level of the Demon Refining Tower.

As this soul memory fell into Zhang Yifeng's perception, in the vague fragments, Zhang Yifeng clearly saw the beginning of the chaotic torrent.

Amid the chaotic torrent, a figure made Zhang Yifeng's heart tremble.

"Zhirou!"

The gauze robe that should have been clean on the figure was already stained red with blood. Above the sky, in the torn chaotic torrent, countless stars were shattering and disintegrating, continuously releasing an irresistible suction force.