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

"The three ships that guard the Feitian Sect?"

Mo Sangeng's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his right hand, which was missing an index finger, unconsciously reached for the wine gourd at his waist. The words "Feitian" engraved on the surface of the gourd were slightly hot.

This was the souvenir he received when he went on a diplomatic mission to Feitianmen on behalf of Haijiao Pavilion sixty years ago.

It’s a pity that the sect no longer exists.

"Yes, each of these three giant ships is very powerful. The Thunder Crossing Devil Ship controls the starry sky, the Sky-reaching Spirit Ship controls the heaven and earth, and the Demon Phoenix Ship controls the ocean."

The hoarse voice of the old cultivator was drowned in the tide of spiritual energy.

"Three ships gathered together. Feitianmen integrated land, sea and air, forming its own unique combat system."

“It can be said that as long as there are enough cultivators controlling them, these three giant ships are equivalent to three cultivators in the Yuanshen Dao realm.”

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Suddenly, a clear bell sounded between the sea and the sky. At this time, everyone discovered that the bronze chimes on the six-story pagoda of the Tongtian Lingchuan were moving without wind.

Every ring of the bell created silver ripples on the sea.

"Look at that Demonic Phoenix!"

at the same time.

Elsewhere, a young female cultivator named Liu Qingmei suddenly screamed, and the "Strange Stories from the East China Sea" in her hand flipped automatically and stopped at the page with a picture of a black battleship.

The joints on the spine mast of the Demon Phoenix lit up one by one, and different runes emerged from the ship.

Some sharp-eyed monks saw sticky blood mist seeping out from the gaps in the black scales on the huge demon ship, dragging a ten-mile-long red cloud at the stern.

“No wonder Feitianmen has developed so rapidly over the years.”

"For ordinary sects, a giant sky-patrolling warship is hard to find in the world, but they have gathered three of them."

"Especially the one in the middle that's flashing with lightning. Could it be the Thunderbolt Deliverance Boat that made a big splash in the starry sky not long ago?"

"Look, Ye Daozu has appeared."

Someone called out "Doctor" and looking forward, everyone saw that the thunder wings of the Thunder Suffering Boat were shaking at the same time.

The star patterns on the three hundred and sixty pairs of wings were projected onto the clouds, drawing brilliant streaks of light on the sky.

Ye Yang's figure was looming at the intersection of the light marks. Starlight was flowing in every strand of his hair, and running star track patterns appeared on his robe.

"The stars are shifting!"

A casual cultivator in the distance took a gulp of strong liquor. At this time, the spiritual power vortex formed by the three spirit ships began to collapse inward, and a three-dimensional array diagram with a diameter of more than a thousand feet emerged directly on the sea surface. Each array pattern was composed of flowing starlight.

At the center of the formation, Ye Yang's soul baby became more and more brilliant.

“This is not a simple stop”

A young girl next to the old monk raised her eyebrows slightly, suddenly grabbed her master's sleeve, and her voice trembled.

"They are reconstructing the laws of heaven and earth!"

As if to confirm her judgment, the Demon Phoenix suddenly shot out hundreds of blood lines, accurately piercing the thunder wing joints of the Thunder Suffering Boat.

The frequency of the bells on the Tongtian Spiritual Ship suddenly changed, turning into a materialized chain of music that entangled the two ships.

Above the sky on the coast of the East China Sea, the triangular formation formed by the three giant ships became increasingly stable.

Ye Yang stood at the bow of the Jinglei Du'e Boat, with his infant soul suspended above his head. His little hands formed seals, which attracted the tide of spiritual energy within a radius of hundreds of miles.

"The three ships share the same origin."

Stars flowed in Ye Yang's eyes, and he suddenly raised his hand and pressed it.

The three hundred and sixty pairs of thunder wings of the Thunder Suffering Boat vibrated at the same time. The star runes on each wing broke away from the hull and intertwined into a large starry net in the void.

The bronze chimes of the Tongtian Spirit Ship moved without wind. Six layers of sound waves turned into physical chains and wrapped around it. The spinal mast burst out with blood-colored magic patterns and clung to the starlight network like a living thing.

The moment the three completely different forces came into contact, a circle of spiritual power ripples visible to the naked eye exploded between the sea and the sky.

The nearest rocky islands were instantly reduced to dust, and the sea water evaporated to create a hemispherical vacuum zone with a diameter of a thousand feet.

"Retreat! All monks retreat a hundred miles!"

Ye Yang, however, stood still in the center of this spiritual power storm.

His soul baby suddenly opened his eyes, and the Void Red Lotus Sword suddenly slashed out. A sword intent containing the power of the void slashed out, and it actually split the violent spiritual power turbulence into two.

The sword that the Green Lotus Sword Immortal used to cut through the void appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the trajectory of the sword light perfectly coincided with the node where the energies of the three ships in front of him converged.

"Congeal!"

Ye Yang put his fingers together to form a sword, and the power of his soul exploded.

The three giant ships simultaneously lit up with dazzling light. The Jinglei Du'e Boat turned into a purple thunder ball, the Tongtian Ling Ship condensed into a blue light ball, and the Mofeng Ship shrank into a blood-red crystal core.

The three of them revolved around Ye Yang, and every collision tore open spider-web-like space cracks in the void. The water of the East China Sea suddenly rolled back, forming a thousand-meter-high circular water wall.

The mountains on land began to twist and deform, as if a pair of invisible hands were kneading the world.

The monks watching the ceremony were horrified to find that the spells they cast began to go against common sense. The fire spells condensed ice crystals, and the earth-escape spells made people float in the air.

"He is using the void method to reconstruct the boundary between the mountains and the sea!"

Ye Yang has entered a mysterious state at this moment.

The thunder patterns of the Thunder Crossing Devil Boat, the heaven and earth array of the Tongtian Spirit Boat, and the magic blood light of the Demon Phoenix. These originally mutually exclusive attributes actually began to merge under this void.

"Click."

With a crisp sound like broken glass, the three-color light balls finally collided with each other.

The dazzling white light swept across the area.

When the light faded, a unique triangular field was formed with a radius of ten miles centered on the three ships.

The starry sky above was upside down with lightning snakes roaming, the sea of ​​clouds in the middle was rolling with the sound of bells echoing, and below was filled with blood mist with the devil phoenix howling.

The three laws coexist harmoniously, and a unique void ripple flows at the intersection of each other. Many cultivators are in this void ripple, only to find that they don't know when, their cultivation has been completely compressed below the warrior realm.

"The starry sky locks the sea, and our sect prospers."

Suddenly, a cold female voice came from the clouds.

Everyone looked up and saw a female cultivator with a cold sword under her feet floating above the three spirit ships. She was wearing a plain white Taoist robe embroidered with the flowing cloud pattern of Feitian Sect. She was as cold as ice and her eyes were as bright as stars.

"From today on, I will guard this place."

The wandering cultivators on the beach gasped in shock; this person was actually Huo Bingshuang from Feitian Sect.

It is said that this Master Huo is the fairy of the moon. Ever since he entered Feitian Sect, he has been favored by Ye Daozu, who is an expert in both swordsmanship and saber. His swordsmanship has now reached perfection.

At this moment, not only her, but under the void ripples of these three giant ships, the magic weapons of all the cultivators on the coastline emitted a buzzing sound of submission.

"My sword is bent."

"My magic weapon is also out of order."

Many people were surprised to find that the magic weapons in their hands could no longer be used.

"With these three spirit ships guarding it, Feitianmen can still prosper for at least another thousand years!"

“Not only that, don’t forget that Ye Daozu of Feitianmen is still young.”

"Feitianmen's second-generation disciples, such as Huo Bingshuang and others, have also risen to prominence, but there aren't many outstanding third-generation disciples at the moment."

"Hiss! That's true. Although they are not bad, the main reason is that the seniors are too outstanding. To a certain extent, they are suppressed."

Ye Yang tried to use the power of the void that he had just comprehended and the three spiritual ships as guides. The space around him did indeed undergo drastic changes.

This indicated that he was getting closer and closer to the realm of refining emptiness.

At this moment, the Qilin Ancestor came on the cloud and spoke.

"Sanzhou Zhenshanhai, you Feitian Sect are going to incorporate this junction of mountains and seas into your own sect."

"Ancestor is so complimentary."

The stars in Ye Yang's eyes gradually disappeared.

"These three spirit ships are extraordinary. It's not easy for them to appear together. It would be a waste if we don't use them. We are just relying on the legacy of our predecessors."

"Hahaha!"

The Qilin Patriarch suddenly laughed loudly, and his laughter caused waves hundreds of feet high on the sea surface, but when it touched the shadow of the spirit ship, it turned into spiritual rain all over the sky.

In the rain, fish turned into dragons and plants turned into spirits.

"I have to return to Lei Ze temporarily. We had a pleasant cooperation during this trip to the enclave. I hope we can travel together next time."

After he finished speaking, he flipped his palm and took out a jade slip, which had two purple and green lightning patterns wrapped around it.

"This is a gift I give to Daoist Fellow Ye before we part. I hope you can accept it."

Ye Yang took the jade slip, and as soon as his fingertips touched it, he felt a subtle fluctuation of spiritual power coming from the slip.

The entire jade slip was translucent, with purple and green lightning patterns moving like living things, sometimes interweaving, sometimes separating, faintly revealing the pressure of thunder from heaven and earth.

With just a slight sense, he realized the vast amount of information contained within the jade slip.

"This is..." Ye Yang raised his eyebrows slightly and looked up at the other party.

Qi Mo Patriarch stroked his beard and smiled, a hint of profoundness flashed in his eyes. (End of this chapter)