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

Chapter 1003 The Majesty of the Dao Ancestor of the Nine Yang Pavilion (Two in One)

Blood Demon Sect, in the Blood Sea Hall.

White flags were hanging down in the hall, and thirty-six soul-guiding lamps flickered in the gloomy wind. The lamp oil seemed to be mixed with uncoagulated blood beads, and every explosion splashed out tiny bloody red spots of light.

The dragon's mournful cry that tore through the sea of ​​blood three days ago still pierced deeply into the ear canals of every Blood Demon Sect disciple like rusty needles.

It was a sign that the connection between the sect's ancestor, the Blood Demon Saint, and the Blood Dragon Mace was extinguished.

As soon as this voice sounded.

This means that the ancestor of their sect, the pillar of countless people and the pride of heaven, has turned into a dead soul.

Taoist Zhu stood on either side of the spirit hall, his index finger unconsciously stroking the scabbard at his waist.

This sword is called Lingjiao. It is made from the spine of the Ghost Dragon King in the Blood River of the Blood Demon Sect. It is a magical weapon of the same origin as the Blood Jiao Mace of the Blood Demon Saint.

In the past few days, the Lingjiao Sword seemed to have sensed the collapse of the treasure of the same origin and began to tremble as if it was on the verge of death.

In particular, the snake-shaped sword pattern cracked into a spider web shape, oozing out black blood.

A dry sound came from Taoist Zhu's throat, like a dried leech wriggling.

"Don't even mention the seniors who are at the Daoist level. I am the only cultivator at the True Person level in the Blood Demon Sect right now. If the Holy Son dies again today, how will the Blood Demon Sect cope with the future?"

He sighed secretly and glanced around, and found that except for him, many people in the sect were dejected at the moment. It was obvious that the death of the Blood Demon Saint was a huge blow to them.

Just at this time.

The left wick suddenly burst into flames, and a sword-cut crack on the gilded tablet of "The Seat of the Blood Demon Holy Son" was particularly glaring.

"It's the aura of the Nine Suns Pavilion, our sect."

A disciple's sobbing could be heard from the corner, the last sound of his voice trembling with the smell of blood.

"shut up!"

The elder of the Punishment Hall slapped out his palm, and nine chain shadows condensed in the blood mist.

"If you dare to make irresponsible remarks again, I will cut out your tongue and feed it to the dragon!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud noise of rocks breaking outside the hall. A disciple stumbled into the hall, the sect token on his chest broke into three pieces, and seawater mixed with blood dripped down his chin.

"Master! Here they come, someone is coming, above the sea of ​​blood!"

The copper furnace in front of the spirit tablet exploded with a loud bang, and the incense ash rose three feet high.

Upon hearing the news, everyone's faces turned pale.

In particular, Taoist Zhu felt that the scabbard of the Lingjiao sword in his hand suddenly became hot, and the black blood oozing out of the cracks actually corroded the blue bricks and produced sizzling white smoke.

The elder Chishi, who had the most violent temper, even overturned the altar. Eighteen bone spurs broke out from his back, shining coldly like iron under the candlelight.

"This is too much! Saint Son, you acted like this right after you arrived at the Nine Suns Pavilion. Do you think there is no one in my Blood Demon Sect?"

"sit down."

Taoist Zhu's voice suddenly changed, like a blade soaked in ice water, falling from the high platform.

The sect leader who had been in seclusion for many years was wearing plain white mourning clothes today. The blue veins on his wrists under the wide sleeves were bulging, but they looked paler than the clothes.

When he raised his eyes, the blood surging in the depths of his pupils almost ignited the sea of ​​blood outside the hall.

"Who is coming from Jiuyang Pavilion?"

"I don't know, but he looks quite young."

The disciple who reported the news lay on the ground and did not dare to look up.

"But behind him, there is a shadow of the Heavenly Question Sword!"

The temperature in the hall dropped suddenly, and the flame of the soul-guiding lamp instantly shrank to the size of a bean.

Everyone felt the hairs on the back of their necks stand up, as if a pair of eyes looking down at ants were staring at here through the clouds.

Jiuyang Pavilion is a sect adjacent to the Blood Demon Sect. The strength of the two sects is similar. In fact, the Blood Demon Sect has a higher combat power because many of its disciples practice fierce methods.

For a period of time, Jiuyang Pavilion was under the jurisdiction of the Blood Demon Sect.

Just a few years ago, a Taoist named Wentian appeared in Jiuyang Pavilion. This man was extremely powerful. After practicing Taoism for only a few hundred years, he made rapid progress and became a Dharma Realm Master. He was only one step away from the Taoist realm.

Therefore, the Blood Demon Sect has been suppressed by the other side.

The death of the Blood Demon Saint this time was certainly due to the demons, but it was also partly due to the Nine Yang Pavilion.

Under the opponent's coercion and pressure, the Blood Demon Sect had a hard time.

If the Blood Demon Sect does not produce a True Man of Dharma, it will be wiped out by the other side sooner or later.

That was why the Blood Demon Saint Son tried his best to break through to the level of Dharma Real Person and went into seclusion. However, he did not expect that he failed in the breakthrough and died.

And today, the other party appeared again while the sect was preparing for a funeral. This behavior is truly abominable.

"Master, we can't fight them anymore."

"Yes, we can't let them go no matter what."

"They have evil intentions. Don't think that just because the Taoist who asks about heaven is about to break through to the Dao realm, he dares to boss us around like that."

However, only Taoist Zhu had a gloomy face and said nothing. After a long time, he sighed again and spoke.

"You guys step back for now and prepare to take charge of the ceremony. Although the Nine Suns Pavilion has been spying on us many times, we cannot afford to be slandered at this critical moment and be caught by them."

Taoist Zhu walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back, but every step he took left a faint blood mark on the blue bricks.

"Even though the Nine Suns Pavilion is powerful, the rules of my Blood Demon Sect cannot be broken."

At this moment, outside the Blood Demon Sect.

Above the sea of ​​blood, the water solidified into a mirror-like red plain like a mad beast held down by an invisible giant hand.

The young man in green stood with his hands behind his back. The iron sword at his waist was not even sharpened, but he killed all the blood algae within a hundred feet radius.

Taoist Zhu noticed that three inches below his toes, the water in the sea of ​​blood was condensing into ice crystals at a speed visible to the naked eye. That was a sign of the Nine Yang Pavilion's "Frozen Sea Art". Although this man was young, he had already broken through to the Golden Core Real Person.

He sighed inwardly.

"In terms of high-end combat power, our Blood Demon Sect is indeed no match for the Nine Sun Pavilion."

At this moment, the young man looked at everyone and spoke.

"Master Blood Demon, how are you?"

When the young man opened his mouth, a blurry sword shadow appeared behind him. Nine sword marks on his back spanned the sky. One of them was particularly powerful. Although it had no blade or sheath, it seemed to be able to split the sky open and exuded a terrifying aura.

"It's a Yuanshen Dao weapon. Even if it's not a Dao weapon, it's probably close to it."

Taoist Zhu's knees went weak and he almost fell to his knees. The pressure from the sword made him feel suffocated.

He looked at the looming shadow of the Tianwen Sword behind the young man in green, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.

"I wonder what advice fellow Daoist from Jiuyang Pavilion has for you today?"

Taoist Zhu's voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

The young man in blue raised his lips slightly, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the iron sword at his waist. The sword did not move, but an invisible sword energy cut through the sea of ​​blood, leaving a deep mark three inches in front of Zhu Daoren's feet.

"I have come to inform the Blood Demon Sect in compliance with the will of the Heavenly Dao Ancestor."

The young man's voice was clear, yet it carried an unquestionable authority.

"Three days ago, Master Wentian had broken through the Dao realm and achieved the supreme Dao."

These words hit Taoist Zhu like a heavy hammer in the chest.

His body swayed slightly, and the fingers in his sleeves began to tremble uncontrollably.

The Dao Realm - that is the realm that many cultivators dream of. In the entire history of the Blood Demon Sect, there has never been a cultivator in the Yuanshen Dao Realm.

Now that Master Wentian has broken through to the Dao realm, the strength of the Jiuyang Pavilion will completely crush the Blood Demon Sect.

"Congratulations to the Taoist Ancestor Wen Tian."

Taoist Zhu uttered these words with great difficulty, feeling as if the tip of his tongue was pressing against a piece of red-hot iron.

The young man seemed very satisfied with Taoist Zhu's reaction and continued, "The Taoist Master is kind and considerate. Since your sect has just experienced a great change, he has allowed you to offer 30,000 high-quality spirit stones as a gift to show the harmony between the two sects."

"this?"

Thirty thousand high-grade spirit stones equal three million low-grade spirit stones.

For the Blood Demon Sect, this is a huge sum of money. If they pay it, they will suffer a great loss. If they don't pay it, I'm afraid the Nine Yang Pavilion will not let them go easily.

"Thirty thousand high-grade spirit stones?!"

A cry of surprise came from behind Taoist Zhu.

This amount is almost the total income of the Blood Demon Sect even without food or drink for five years. Even the current inventory in the sect's treasury is not so much.

Now that the sect is in trouble, it is the time when resources are needed. The Nine Yang Pavilion's move is tantamount to taking advantage of the fire. Zhu Daoren's forehead is covered with cold sweat. He knows that this is a test from the Nine Yang Pavilion - if he surrenders today, he will be pressed step by step in the future. But if he does not obey.
He looked up at the increasingly clear shadow of the Tianwen Sword behind the young man. The nine lines on the sword were wriggling like a living thing, especially the sword mark at the top that almost tore the sky apart, emitting a suffocating pressure.

“Fellow Daoist, our sect has indeed been doing this recently.” Taoist Zhu was about to explain when a roar suddenly erupted from behind him.

"fart!"

Elder Chishi rushed out from the air, and his eighteen bone spikes unfolded like sharp swords, making a piercing scream above the sea of ​​blood.

"Now that the demons are attacking, you, the Jiuyang Pavilion, instead of thinking of uniting against the common enemy, are taking advantage of the situation to rob. Aren't you afraid of being held accountable by the Jiutian Sect and the Taixu Dao Sect?!"

The young man's eyes turned cold, and the shadow of the Tianwen Sword behind him suddenly became brighter.

He just raised his right hand slightly, and an invisible sword energy instantly penetrated the protective energy of Elder Chishi.

"puff--"

Elder Chishi spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eighteen bone spurs broke one by one. He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and hit the ice surface of the sea of ​​blood heavily, splashing blood.

"Akaishi!"

Taoist Zhu exclaimed, but did not dare to act rashly.

The power of that sword far exceeded the Jindan realm, and it was obviously borrowing the power of the Dao realm from the Tianwen Sword.

The young man withdrew his finger and said coldly.

"The demons' attack was caused by your Blood Demon Sect's failure to prepare properly. What does this have to do with my Nine Suns Pavilion? As for the Nine Heavens Sect and the Taixu Dao Sect."

A hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Since Patriarch Wentian has entered the Dao, he is a guest of honor in the Dao Sect. Do you think the Dao Sect will offend a Dao Realm expert for a small Blood Demon Sect?"

Taoist Zhu felt dizzy.

The young man's words were like a sharp knife, mercilessly cutting through the Blood Demon Sect's last fig leaf.

In this world of cultivation where the strong prey on the weak, if you don’t have strength, you don’t even have the qualifications to seek justice.

He looked down at the Lingjiao Sword in his hand. The cracks on the sword had widened a bit. The black blood that had seeped out had corroded his palm into a bloody mess, but he did not feel any pain at all.

However, the pain in my heart has long surpassed the physical pain.

"Master Zhu, have you thought it through?" The young man took a step forward, and spider-web-like cracks spread across the ice surface of the sea of ​​blood under his feet.

"Ancestor Wentian's patience is limited."

Taoist Zhu took a deep breath, and the fishy smell of blood filled his lungs, but it was nothing compared to the bitterness in his heart.

He raised his head slowly, the bloodshot in his eyes had gone out, leaving only deep fatigue.

"Please ask the Heavenly Daoist. The Blood Demon Sect is willing to prepare generous gifts to congratulate you."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of the soul, carrying the weight of blood and tears.

The young man nodded with satisfaction, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped.

"By the way, Daozu said that we must see the spirit stone in three days. Otherwise..." He glanced meaningfully at Elder Chishi who was lying on the ground.

"The Blood Demon Sect may not even have enough people to mourn."

Before he finished speaking, the young man's figure turned into a streak of green light and disappeared into the sky, leaving behind only a solidified sea of ​​blood and the dead silence of the Blood Demon Sect.

Taoist Zhu stood there for a long time without moving.

It was not until a disciple came forward to support him that he realized he had lost the feeling in his legs.

"Sect Master." An elder's voice choked with sobs.

“We really want to”

Taoist Zhu slowly closed his eyes, two lines of blood and tears slid down his cheeks: "Prepare the gifts and count the warehouse."

"But then we won't even have the sect protection formation."

"I said prepare gifts!"

Taoist Zhu suddenly shouted, but his voice was hoarse.

He raised his bloody right hand tremblingly and pointed at the white flag floating in the sea of ​​blood in the distance.

"Do you want those things to be hung all over the Blood Demon Sect?"

Everyone looked in the direction where his finger was pointing, and saw countless broken white flags floating on the sect's mountain.

After a moment of dead silence, the elders quietly retreated and began to prepare the humiliating "gift".

However, they never expected that at this moment, they suddenly heard a scream.

However, he never expected that at this moment, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from above the solidified sea of ​​blood.

The green-clothed young man, who had originally turned into green light and flew away, suddenly fell from the sky like a bird with broken wings, and smashed heavily on the peak of the Blood Demon Sect, splashing a blood wave several feet high.

"what happened?!"

Taoist Zhu's pupils suddenly shrank, and the Lingjiao sword in his hand made a sharp buzzing sound.

I saw a bloody hole as big as a bowl appearing on the young man's chest, with a strange purple evil spirit lingering around the edge, corroding his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The demons are attacking!"

"No, things have changed."

"what--"

On the ground, the young man let out a wailing sound that was not like a human voice, and his fingers dug deeply into the ground.

He struggled to draw the iron sword at his waist, but saw a black shadow falling from the sky and stepping precisely on his right hand holding the sword.

Crack! The sound of bones breaking could be heard clearly.

"What a courage."

The cold female voice flowed like a chilly spring, and everyone could see clearly that the black shadow was actually a woman in a dark green silk dress.

As she tapped her toes, the meridians in the young man's entire right arm burst inch by inch, and tiny ice crystals mixed in the blood mist.

Taoist Zhu took a deep breath.

"Yan Qingying, the current acting leader of Feitian Sect?!"

This woman is none other than Yan Qingying, the Feitian Sect's prodigy who has gained fame in recent years. What's even more horrifying is that

A tall, pitch-black demon corpse was floating behind her, with scarlet demon eyes arranged in a triangle on its forehead. Just a glance at it was enough to make people feel a sharp pain in the soul.

"The realm of Yuanshen Dao."

One of the elders' voices trembled. The pressure surging from the demon corpse was several times more terrifying than the shadow of the Heavenly Question Sword displayed by the young man just now!
The young man's face was covered in blood, but he still laughed fiercely: "Hahaha, Feitianmen actually dares to raise a demon corpse! Wait for me to ask the Heavenly Sword."

"Noisy."

Yan Qingying frowned slightly, and the demon corpse suddenly opened its fang-covered mouth.
A purple-black magic light gushed out, and the iron sword on the young man's waist was melted into molten iron before it was unsheathed. The shadow of the Tianwen sword behind him made a crisp sound like broken glass, and three of the nine sword marks shattered in an instant!
"Ah! My Purple Palace!"

The young man rolled around wildly, with black blood oozing out of his seven orifices.

The shadow of the sword that day was the proof of his blood connection with the Taoist Wentian. Its destruction was equivalent to cutting off most of his cultivation.

Yan Qingying stopped looking at him and turned to look at the people from the Blood Demon Sect.

When her eyes swept over him, Zhu Daoren's blood seemed to freeze.

"Everyone."

Yan Qingying raised her hand slightly, and the demon corpse immediately sprayed out a black mist, wrapping the screaming young man into a cocoon. "This guy just extorted 30,000 spirit stones from you, is that true?"

Everyone was silent. But Taoist Zhu suppressed his fear and stepped forward: "Fairy Yan, it is true. But..."

Before he finished speaking, a teeth-grinding chewing sound suddenly came from the black cocoon.

A moment later, the young man exclaimed, and a blood-stained storage bag on his waist appeared in Yan Qingying's palm.

She shook her hands casually, and a mountain of spirit stones poured out, the number of which was no less than 50,000.

"Take it." Yan Qingying pushed the spirit stone towards Taoist Zhu with a snap of her fingers.

"It's their apology to the Blood Demon Sect."

"Also, Daozu has issued an order!"

"Today, Daozu ordered me to deliver two things."

Yan Qingying threw out the jade slip, and dragon-shaped patterns could be vaguely seen in the blood-red light.

"One is Requiem. Daozu said that this song can help the Blood Demon Saint Son to pass away peacefully and ascend to the immortal path in the next life."

"The second one is the essence of deep sea azurite. Daozu said that this essence can be used to refine Dao tools, and it is given to the Blood Demon Sect today."

(End of this chapter)