The Rise of the Sect: I am the most persistent person in the world of immortal cultivation

Chapter 1002: Death of the Blood Demon Saint

Ye Yang's eyes were as sharp as torches as he swept over Yan Qingying. He felt the burgeoning spiritual light around her and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, although you haven't made any breakthroughs in your cultivation over the years, you have already touched the edge of becoming a Dharma Real Person."

Yan Qingying was shocked. It was not surprising for her that her senior brother could see through her cultivation level at a glance.

However, now only you know what is going on inside your body.

She said frankly.

"To be honest, Senior Brother, although this is the case, this last step is like a chasm that stands in front of us and is always difficult to cross."

"Brother, how can I break through to the realm of Dharma Realm? I have been practicing hard day and night for these years, but I am always stuck at this critical step. I am really anxious."

Ye Yang looked serious and said in a deep voice.

"Although you are only one step away from becoming a Dharma Realm Master, this step is often the most difficult hurdle for a cultivator to overcome in his or her lifetime."

"Bingshuang, although you are diligent, you still lack experience. This war with the demon clan is a test of life and death, but it also hides a great opportunity."

"You need to fight with all your might in this battle, walk on the edge of life and death, and accumulate enough combat insights and strength before you can take advantage of the situation to break through."

Yan Qingying listened carefully with a serious expression, fighting spirit burning in her eyes, and nodded heavily.

"Brother, you are absolutely right. Bingshuang will definitely seize this opportunity and live up to your expectations!"

As she spoke, she couldn't help but look at the huge demon corpse behind Ye Yang, with curiosity and a hint of fear in her eyes.

The demon corpse was surrounded by inky black demonic energy, its face was twisted and hideous, and its eyes were empty yet revealed a chilling chill.

Wisps of demonic energy surged in the air like a living thing. Just standing there seemed to be able to devour all the life around it.

"This is?"

Even with Yan Qingying's cultivation level, under the pressure of this terrifying aura, her breathing became stagnant and her heart beat violently.

"This is the demon corpse I got by accident. It was already in the Yuanshen Dao realm when it was alive. If you can control it with the method of controlling Dao soldiers and comprehend the Dao rhyme in it, let alone the Dharma Master, it is not impossible for you to comprehend the Dao rhyme aura and break through to the Yuanshen Dao realm."

Yan Qingying's breathing became rapid, and she felt both excited and nervous.

Her eyes were burning as she stared at the demon corpse behind Ye Yang that was emitting a strong demonic aura, and her Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

"Brother, is this demon corpse... really that powerful?"

Yan Qingying couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, but there are dangers involved. If you are not careful, the evil spirit will backfire and you will be doomed. You must be prepared."

When Yan Qingying heard this, she felt excited and nervous. She clenched her fists and spoke firmly.

"Brother, Bingshuang is not afraid! No matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are, Bingshuang is willing to give it a try!"

Thinking of this, Yan Qingying's eyes suddenly lit up like sparks, the blood in her chest boiled, and she was so excited that she could hardly control herself.

"I can actually control Dao Realm Dao Soldiers?"

She took a few deep breaths, forced herself to calm down, and secretly vowed to practice hard day and night and never let down her senior brother's careful cultivation.

At this moment, Yan Qingying seemed to suddenly remember something, a glimmer of excitement flashed in her eyes, and she spoke hurriedly.

"Brother! Recently, I have a great event to report to you! Among the new generation of disciples of our Feitian Sect, there is actually a cultivator at the level of a True Person!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Yang's originally indifferent expression froze for a moment. His eyes fell on Yan Qingying, and his tone was filled with some surprise.

"Oh? Who is it?"

For the Feitian Sect today, cultivators at the True Person realm are not enough to turn the tide.

But whether sitting in the rear or participating in the negotiations between various forces in the world of cultivation, he can gain a voice for Feitianmen and is an indispensable force.

In addition, after a cultivator breaks through to the realm of true person, his strength will greatly increase and his lifespan will be greatly extended.

It also means that one has the qualifications and capital to participate in higher-level struggles.

In any case, it is a good thing for the sect. "Brother, the person who broke through is the descendant of the Blood Demon Saint!"

Ye Yang's eyes instantly lit up with surprise, and he remembered a figure covered in blood.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a gratified smile: "Good! It is true that a tiger father will have a dog son!"

Back then, the Blood Demon Saint was already on the Hidden Dragon List at a young age. He was invincible and swept through thousands of enemies. Ye Yang had known him for many years.

However, the method practiced by the Blood Demon Saint was to achieve immortality through pain. This path was unconventional and too difficult, so when Feitian Sect was recruiting disciples, he sent his descendants to Feitian Sect to practice.

"When I have time, I will definitely deliver the gift in person and congratulate you!"

Before Ye Yang finished speaking, he heard a faint sigh.

"Brother, I'm afraid you...can't give this gift."

The jade slip in her sleeve felt slightly hot.

"The Blood Demon Saint... has passed away."

"What did you say?"

Yan Qingying paused and took out a jade slip from the storage bag.

"Not long ago, the Blood Demon Saint passed away!"

The blood words on the jade slip were not dry yet, so Ye Yang did not take it.

"But he died in this demonic tide?"

Huo Bingshuang walked forward, his Adam's apple rolling twice before he spoke with difficulty.

"It has some relationship with the demons, but not much. It is said that when the Blood Demon Saint was fighting against the demons, he felt that he was not strong enough..."

Her voice became lower and lower.

"In order to protect the Blood Demon Sect, he practiced hard and became obsessed. He was eager to break through and his mind was unstable, so he died."

"This……"

Ye Yang swallowed a breath, and the image of the Blood Demon Saint in the past appeared before his eyes.

At that time, the two met on the shore of the East China Sea. The Blood Demon Saint was severely damaged by his opponent while refining the Dragon-Tiger Golden Wheel, but he laughed and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, saying "It is inevitable to fall on the road of cultivation."

Now, the man who said he would crush the stars has fallen on his way to pursuing power.

"I have practiced Taoism for my entire life, but I can't even protect my own life..."

"Was he...in pain when he left?"

Yan Qingying was silent for a moment, then handed the blood-stained jade slip forward again.

"He carved this before his meridians went backwards."

"He said...if you ask, he will tell you that 'on the path of cultivation there is no turning back.'"

The jade slip shattered in Ye Yang's palm, and an image appeared in the air.

The Blood Demon Saint sat cross-legged in the collapsed cave. The blood oozing from his seven orifices dyed his white hair red, and his skin all over his body cracked inch by inch.

But those eyes were frighteningly bright, and he was laughing at the void.

"My fellow Daoist, I have no regrets in this life, but my son is worried. I hope you can teach and tolerate him in the future. I don't ask him to achieve much in his cultivation, as long as he can live a peaceful life. I will go first!"

"If there is another life, we will meet again in the rivers and lakes, drink and chat happily. We will say goodbye now!"

"Three days ago, a dragon cried out in the sea of ​​blood."

Yan Qingying gently stroked the vibrating sword at her waist.

"Now that I think about it, his lifeblood dragon treasure must have been destroyed along with it."

(End of this chapter)