Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

The larger the family they come from, the broader the horizons of these young monks.

Watching Zhang Yifeng moving step by step towards the higher black tower, although Yu Zhuixuan and others felt a little dissatisfied, they were also happy for the great development of the human race.

"Just wait and see how far I can go!"

Yu Zhuixuan felt the urge to catch up. As the holy son of the imperial family, how could he be willing to lag behind others?

At this moment, the scene on the light curtain showed that Zhang Yifeng was also heading towards the 114th floor of the black tower.

"The black tower here seems a little different."

Naturally, Zhang Yifeng had no idea what was happening in the outside world.

Zhang Yifeng was secretly calculating in his mind how far he had come now. The 114th floor before him no longer looked like a fairyland. Instead, it was surrounded by ancient bronze walls. Bronze chains as thick as a man's waist were inserted into the shadow of the ancient bronze palace, as if imprisoning something.

"Finally, we reached the 114th floor, and the ferocious beast guarding this place appeared!"

Jiuling Huasheng let out a breath. If Zhang Yifeng could have an easy journey, as if he was undergoing a great opportunity, Jiuling Huasheng would even doubt whether there was something wrong with the Hongyun Bell in his hand.

Looking at Zhang Yifeng in the light curtain, all the immortals and saints concentrated their attention.

This was the first time that Zhang Yifeng took action in front of everyone. The first two tests, whether they were tests of courage or tests of luck, were ultimately inseparable from strength.

Only if you are strong enough can you stand out from the crowd.

But in the first one hundred or so floors of Zhang Yifeng's life, there wasn't even a hint of danger at all, which made it completely impossible for the saints to tell how strong Zhang Yifeng was.

"He is just an immortal boy. I am afraid he will have to stop at this level."

"I don't think so. This boy has extraordinary luck and courage. Looking at the Demon Slayer Sect, there is no such a peerless genius. His strength must be strong."

A bald and strong Immortal Saint shook his head, while Lotus Heavenly Saint was skeptical: "But according to the level of this black tower, when you reach the 114th floor, the foreign demons you have to face are probably all at the level of Demon Saint or Demon Saint. Even if they are suppressed by chains in the black tower..."

The Lotus Heavenly Saint had not yet finished speaking when the scene within the light curtain left everyone dumbfounded.

The nine-headed giant python imprisoned by bronze chains didn't even have time to use any tricks. It was instantly annihilated by the sword shadow formed by the demonic energy condensed by Zhang Yifeng.

Without even the slightest sign of a fight, Zhang Yifeng had already stretched out his palm to use his luck to guide the Hongyun Bell and stepped into the 120th floor.

The saints were dumbfounded. If they were asked to deal with the nine-headed giant python, it should be as easy as Zhang Yifeng's.

But what realm is Zhang Yifeng in? What realm are they in?

"This boy is actually a demon cultivator!"

"Could it be..."

"It's impossible. The three Immortal Emperors have just come here and have seen it. It's impossible for them to be from the Demon Clan."

After sensing the demonic energy cultivated by Zhang Yifeng, the eager expressions on the faces of these immortal saints, who were eager to accept Zhang Yifeng as their disciples, clearly subsided a bit.

In this chaotic world, even the immortals and saints have a natural aversion to the demonic cultivators.

At this time, all the saints and holy maidens of the imperial clan who had not yet entered the black tower of the Hongyun Bell to undergo training also showed disgust and rejection.

If they had looked at Zhang Yifeng with a bit of envy and jealousy just now and wanted to catch up, now these saints and holy maidens completely sneered at Zhang Yifeng.

"Heh, is this kind of idiot who associates with the devil worthy of mastering such good fortune?"

"Who says it's not true? Even if he has such strength, he is still a demon cultivator. I'm afraid he won't live long!"

"The prosperity of our human race has never relied on these crappy demon cultivators!"

A group of saints and saintesses spoke one after another. On the side, Saint Jiuling Hua glanced at everyone and snorted coldly, "A bunch of blind people. Even if they are demon cultivators, so what? Demon cultivators are also human beings. Isn't it better if they are not demons?"

Jiuling Huasheng took a sip of the wine, his face turned red again, and he spoke incoherently.

"On the contrary, you, as members of the imperial clan, are exempted from the training of courage and insight in the Demon Slayer Sect, but you still can't catch up with them!"

Naturally, no one took Jiuling Huasheng's words seriously. In the eyes of the other saints, Jiuling Huasheng's strength might not be as good as Zhang Yifeng, who was undergoing the refinement of luck.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

Zhang Yifeng's figure flashed continuously, and in just a few breaths, he stepped from the 120th floor to the 138th floor of the black tower.

In the original paradise, Zhang Yifeng still needed to slow down his pace to feel the opportunities there. But at this moment, the monsters and monsters in front of him could not withstand the power of Zhang Yifeng's sword.

Such powerful strength not only made the saints look at him sideways.

"It's just a magic cultivator. If I were a magic cultivator, I could do it too!"

I don't know which emperor's son muttered, but Lian Tian Xian Sheng shook his head: "If it were you, could you bear such a vast and majestic demonic energy with your immortal body without going crazy?"

The Saint Son wanted to refute, but the Lotus Heavenly Saint snorted coldly, "You are too ambitious. From what I have seen, this demonic energy of his is probably enough to rival the Demon Saint!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone took a deep breath.

The holy son of some unknown imperial clan remained silent, but he looked at Zhang Yifeng's figure in the light curtain with a bit more anger.

It was not until Zhang Yifeng stepped into the 144th floor of the black tower that a dark vortex appeared before his eyes.

This place is composed entirely of pure demonic energy, devilish energy, and evil energy that are intertwined with each other. It is the darkest place.

In this level, even the ancient bronze temple no longer exists.

Ever since the Hongyun Bell was refined by the three Immortal Emperors and became able to hold up the black tower as a treasure for refining luck, no one has been able to reach this place.

Not to mention that these saints didn't know what this place looked like, even Jiuling Huasheng and other immortal saints didn't know why this place had changed so much.

"Oh? This is novel. If I enter it with the body of an immortal or demon, it will be of great benefit to me."

Zhang Yifeng raised his arm and waves of mighty demonic energy transformed into layers of keratin and then into a layer of demonic armor, covering his entire body. At this moment, Zhang Yifeng's eyes were bloodshot. If it weren't for the vitality that suppressed the demonic energy, the countless cultivators who were staring at the light curtain would have wanted to cut Zhang Yifeng into pieces as if he were a demon.

"This is a crooked and evil way! It's not worthy of human respect!"

Even so, before the Demon Slayer Sect was defeated, there were constant curses.

But the next moment, Zhang Yifeng's behavior shocked everyone again.

Zhang Yifeng took a step into the evil vortex, and the next moment, he crossed this endless source of evil and entered the 150th floor.