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

Chapter 1004: Daozu's Majesty

Hearing Yan Qingying mention the word "Daozu", everyone in the Blood Demon Sect was stunned at first, and then looked at each other.

In particular, the Lingjiao Sword in Taoist Zhu's hand suddenly vibrated violently, and the magic power in his body could not be controlled anymore, and it leaked out, and even wisps of golden light seeped out.

"Daozu? Could it be."

Taoist Zhu's Adam's apple rolled and his voice trembled.

"That Ye Daozu who is an expert in both swords and sabers?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole room was in uproar. The chains in the hands of the Punishment Hall elders fell to the ground with a crash, and the Red Stone elder struggled to get up from the pool of blood, forgetting to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth.

Those few words seemed to have a particularly great magical power.

The white flags above the entire Red Dragon Gate swayed back and forth in the breeze, especially in the Blood Demon Saint's mourning hall not far away, the thirty-six soul-guiding lamps suddenly shone brightly.

The blood beads solidified in the wick turned into the shadow of a phoenix with golden and red colors, dancing around the white flag.

An elderly elder in the corner suddenly burst into tears, his skinny fingers tightly grasping the front of his shirt:

"But... But is it Ye Yang Daozu, the master of both swords and sabers, who is resisting the invasion of Lianxu Tianmo on the shore of the East China Sea?"

Yan Qingying nodded.

"It is Ye Daozu without a doubt."

After she finished speaking, the demon corpse behind her suddenly knelt on one knee, and the demon eye on its forehead burst into brilliant golden light.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the evil body suddenly lost its blackness, revealing crystal-like jade bones.

"This is exactly the guardian demon that Daozu personally refined?! Now it is under my control."

Taoist Zhu fell to his knees, and the Lingjiao Sword automatically came out three inches from its sheath, causing everyone around him to exclaim in surprise.

"I have met Ye Daozu."

Yan Qingying gently stroked the top of the demon corpse's head, and the demon eyes immediately closed obediently.

The sword energy flowing from her fingertips outlined a green lotus in the void, and a longan-sized piece of azurite essence was suspended in the heart of the lotus.

The moment this essence appeared, the entire world was filled with a huge amount of spiritual energy. Although it was only a small piece of essence, countless blood-colored shadows broke out of the water around it and kowtowed to the essence frantically.

"Deep Sea Azurite is one of the main spiritual materials for a treasure weapon to be upgraded to a Dao weapon."

Yan Qingying's tone was as calm as if she was talking about the weather.

"The Dao Ancestor specially gifted it to the Blood Demon Sect, saying that it would be used for self-defense."

After finishing speaking, Yan Qingying raised her white hand lightly, and a brilliant light burst out from the mouth of the jade bottle.

In an instant, the temperature in the hall dropped sharply, and thousands of tiny ice crystals condensed from the void, freezing the blood mist into ice crystals suspended in the air.

The silver bell on her wrist rang softly, and a drop of deep-sea azure essence condensed with starlight fell to the ground, instantly spreading out green lines.

Yan Qingying's fingertips passed through the ice crystals, leaving behind a golden spell.
"This deep sea azurite can suppress evil spirits, become a treasure, and can also..."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at the young man from Jiuyang Pavilion who was kneeling on the ground and spoke.

"It can also stop some people from talking nonsense."

Yan Qingying suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction of the young man. The fourth eye opened on the forehead of the demon corpse, and the six wings behind it danced wildly and ostentatiously. Mighty demonic energy shot out from the pupils.

The demonic energy was so powerful that it shot out from it, cutting the surrounding clouds and blood neatly. The young man's expression changed drastically and his pupils shrank violently. He had never felt such a terrifying sense of oppression.

It was not just a crushing of realm, but also a kind of pressure and deterrence from the superior.

"What are you going to do? Even though Feitian Sect is powerful, my Jiuyang Pavilion is not a soft persimmon that can be bullied by anyone!" He shouted sternly, but his voice trembled slightly, and it was obvious that he lacked confidence.

next moment.

He suddenly grasped the huge sword behind him horizontally, the sword body hummed, and a dazzling sword light shot up into the sky. It was the shadow of the "Heavenly Question Sword" bestowed by the Taoist Ancestor Wentian himself!
When this sword came out, the sword intent was so mighty that it seemed to cut through mountains and rivers, split the sky, and even the surrounding space was faintly distorted!

however.

"Crack!"

A slight crisp sound caused the young man's expression to freeze instantly.

He looked down in disbelief, only to see that the shadow of the "Tianwen Sword" that he once was so proud of was actually covered with dense cracks under the pressure of Yan Qingying's demonic energy!

"This... how is it possible?!" His voice was hoarse, his eyes full of horror.

The Dao Sword Shadow bestowed by the Taoist Ancestor Wentian actually collapsed on its own under the opponent's pressure? !
"Daozu said..."

Yan Qingying raised her lips slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, "Since Master Wentian dares to call himself the ancestor, let him see what a true Dao sword hanging overhead looks like."

Before she finished speaking, the demon corpse behind her suddenly raised its head, and the third demon eye on its forehead suddenly opened -

"boom!!!"

A dark magic light burst out from the magic eye, and in an instant, the sky and the earth lost their color!
Wherever the magic light composed of the vast demonic energy passed, the void fluctuated and trembled slightly.

Even the phantom of the Tianwen Sword in the hands of the young man from Jiuyang Pavilion was completely shattered by this sword!
"Pfft!"

The young man's legs went limp and he fell to his knees, his face as pale as paper and his heart pounding!
He never thought that the trump card he was so proud of would be so vulnerable in the eyes of the other party!
What made him even more desperate was that the demonic light emitted by the demon corpse did not dissipate, but went straight into the clouds and hung high above his head.

The real magic light is hanging overhead!
"Go back and tell Wentian..."

Yan Qingying spoke calmly, her voice cold, "If you dare to usurp the throne and bully others again, next time, what we Feitian will kill is not the shadow of the Dao Sword, but his Dao Foundation!"

The young man was trembling all over, and he didn't even have the courage to look up and meet her gaze. He could only keep his head down, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.

At this moment, he discovered that his own Taoist ancestor Wentian seemed to be nothing in the realm of Yuanshen Dao.

On the other side, above the Blood Demon Sect.

Ye Yang walked in the air, the clouds under his feet spread out like stairs, and every step seemed to be on the veins of heaven and earth.

He looked down at the Blood Demon Sect's mountain gate. A sea of ​​blood was surging, white flags were fluttering, and thirty-six soul-guiding lamps were swaying with faint lights, as if seeing off the fallen Blood Demon Saint.

"The path of cultivation is ultimately against the will of heaven..."

He sighed softly, and the sound blended into the wind and no one could hear it.

On this path of practice.

He has seen too many geniuses rise and too many strong people fall.

The Blood Demon Saint was able to reach the peak of the True Person realm, and was a rare genius among millions. However, he still fell before the Dharma Realm in the end.

The higher you go on the path of cultivation, the more difficult it becomes. Every step is like walking on thin ice. If you are not careful, you will die.

Ye Yang stretched out his hand and flicked the clouds, dispersing them, revealing the scene deep inside the Blood Demon Sect.

He saw Taoist Zhu holding the jade slip of "Requiem" with a complicated expression.

I saw Elder Chishi kneeling on the ground, secretly looking at the essence of the deep-sea stone blue with eyes full of hope and admiration. I also saw awe and hope in the eyes of those Blood Demon Sect disciples.

"Wasn't I the same back then?"

(End of this chapter)