Even though the body in front of me was only one-thirteenth of its ability at its peak, it was not something that ordinary cultivators could come to touch the porcelain.

The sword body of the Three Suns and Moon Flying Sword moved, shattering the blood on the sword blade, and flew back to Zhang Yifeng's side. The sword body buzzed and was stained with blood, as if it was still not satisfied. The cold light seemed like a haze, which filled everyone's hearts.

Just as Qing Yurou thought, Zhang Yifeng's strength was far beyond that of ordinary immortal saints. This sword naturally shocked an immortal saint on the spot.

No one spares his life, and no one wants to be the one who is ahead of him.

In Zhang Yifeng's eyes, these immortal saints and immortals who regard their lives as treasures and treat others as grass are not as precious as those mortals.

"You are ruthless."

"Just kill the chicken to warn the monkey."

Zhang Yifeng chuckled and responded to Qing Yurou. He has never been an indecisive, kind-hearted person, and his life for ordinary people is never because of his own charity. He only pursues his true heart.

The death of the strong man made these immortals change their view of Zhang Yifeng. I don’t know where such a powerful young man came out. Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted "Master Fengyi Peak". As soon as these four words came out, the immortals and immortals were even more shocked.

The young man in front of him was a human monk with supreme luck, the god man who turned the entire Chaos Realm upside down as soon as he was born.

"Sir, now there are dangers in this chaos world. Even the disciples of the Demon Slaying Sect protect themselves, just waiting to fight the Demon Clan to the death. At this time, let us take action. If we die in battle, wouldn't it weaken the luck of our human race and the ability of our human race?"

Among the immortals, someone plucked up the courage to speak to Zhang Yifeng. When Zhang Yifeng's eyes swept over, the man immediately shrank his neck, and the rest of his words were like a thorn in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

In the purple gold demon-refining tower with thousands of people, there was a silence, and everyone was waiting for Zhang Yifeng to speak.

After a long time, Zhang Yifeng said slowly: "There is no end to the nest when it is destroyed. I'm waiting for the monks of the Demon-Slaying Sect to save you? I'm delusional!"

As Zhang Yifeng slowly walked towards the demon-refining trial, he then spoke: "When the secret formation of the destruction world is opened, it will be a battle at the Immortal Emperor's realm. Are you all the immortals and immortals trying to make a glimmer of life in the battle between the Immortal Emperor? Do you believe this for yourself?"

Qing Yurou curled her lips and sneered, her face full of disdain: "To put it bluntly, isn't it just that she is greedy for life and fears death? Can she live for one day?"

The last fig leaf of these monks was unveiled, and all the immortals and saints were ashamed.

"But not everyone is as powerful as you. The immortal saint can only destroy it. Fighting with the demon clan is not just a death!"

Another person stood up and expressed the voices of everyone. The monks agreed, saying that the Dharma does not blame the public. Since some people spoke first, they still didn't believe that Zhang Yifeng could kill all the thousands of people here, so they naturally had the courage to refute Zhang Yifeng.

In the face of life and death, even if Zhang Yifeng is powerful, he cannot control their actions.

Zhang Yifeng is just the peak master of the Demon Slaying Sect. Speaking of which, these demon-slaying envoys have a very low sense of belonging to the Demon Sect. Not to mention the orders given by Zhang Yifeng, the peak master, even if the three immortal emperors of the Demon Sect come, there are countless offenders.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yifeng chuckled and said, "Of course you are not me. If all of you are me, the demon clan can only destroy it. But I can give you the opportunity to survive the battle between the Immortal Emperor. I wonder if you want it?"

As soon as this said, the entire Purple Gold Demon Refining Tower suddenly became silent. Zhang Yifeng made a random move, and the divine light was shining brightly in the Divine Light Palace. Countless magic weapons in the imperial realm filled the entire Purple Gold Demon Refining Tower, like a hill, flashing with dazzling light.

These imperial realm magic weapons were obtained by Zhang Yifeng from the Divine Light Palace. There are countless such magic weapons in the world of Divine Light hidden in the second level of the Divine Light Palace.

However, such magic weapons are no longer of great effect for Zhang Yifeng. He originally planned to return to the Demon Slaying Sect and send them to the Demon Sect's treasure house, but the continuous troubles interrupted Zhang Yifeng's plan. Now, taking out these treasures to inspire people to cultivate is an excellent choice.

Every magic weapon in the imperial realm is a divine object and treasure that these scattered cultivators could not meet. However, at this time, they were piled up in front of them like broken copper and iron. The eyes of countless monks were immediately filled with greed and fanaticism. However, due to Zhang Yifeng's strong strength, they suppressed the greed that was about to come forward to grab it.

Zhang Yifeng waved his hand again, and all the imperial realm magic weapons were collected into the Divine Light Palace.

"Three demon saints, change one, thirty demon saints, change one, everyone works together to surround and kill, and the credit is equal. So who else has any objection?"

Zhang Yifeng looked at the crowd of people Xiu, with a look of contempt in his eyes. Everyone Xiu felt his breathing was rapid and he could not imagine what he heard in his ears.

The rewards for tasks issued in the Demon-Slaying Sect, let alone the ten demon lords replaced one, even the rewards received by one hundred demon lords and one thousand demon lords are difficult to exchange for the qualifications to enter the Demon-Slaying Sect’s treasure house.

At that time, Zhang Yifeng obtained dozens of demon spirits and demon spirits of the Demon Saints and Demon Saints one after another. With the identity of the Master of the Demon Slaying Sect, he exchanged four imperial realm magic weapons from the treasure house.

The so-called "here is a brave man under heavy rewards, let alone the magic weapon of the emperor. For these casual cultivators, their value is indescribable.

Immediately, several immortal saints came forward and leaned over to salute Zhang Yifeng: "I would like to follow the Lord of Fengyi Peak and go through fire and water, and I will never refuse!"

Zhang Yifeng nodded with satisfaction. No matter whether these people were born for the rise of human race or for those imperial magic weapons, at least they are now under his control.

He casually made several imprints of the power of the human world, and even the immortal saints could not resist the power of the human world. From now on, the lives of these immortal saints were under their control.

This is only achieved by the supreme world, and the will of the world can only be achieved, but now the power of human Taoism in Zhang Yifeng's body has become its own world, and it is easy to do it.

These immortal saints don’t care about such imprints. Compared with the imperial realm magic weapon, what about a mere imprint?

Qing Yurou was smacking her tongue, looking at the appearance of these immortal saints, and couldn't help but say in her heart: "If the demon clan could afford to spend such a lot of money, I'm afraid that an imperial realm magic weapon would make these immortal saints slaves and servants, they would be willing to do so."

As these immortal saints surrendered, the immortal lords followed closely. One after another, the human powers turned into imprints and merged into the bodies of thousands of people. In just a quarter of an hour, Zhang Yifeng mastered a powerful enough force.
Chapter completed!