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

Just as Yan Qingying was besieged by twelve demon cultivators and swords were flashing everywhere.

suddenly.

"boom!"

A brilliant golden light fell from the sky, like the rising sun, instantly tearing apart the evil spirit that enveloped the river!
Wherever the golden light passed, the demonic energy dissipated, and the vast demonic energy and the wailing souls turned into green smoke and dissipated.

After a while, a loud laugh was heard, and a small spirit boat was seen breaking through the waves in the distance, with two people standing on the boat.

"Fairy Yan, our Jianghai League is here to help!"

The man on the left, wearing a white robe and jade crown, with an elegant face, dressed in a Taoist robe, a feather fan and a scarf, is Mo Changhuai, the permanent elder of the Jianghai Alliance!

The Jianghai League is an alliance of many sects in Tongtian River. There are many monks in each sect, and the elders are often replaced. The permanent elders are the dozen or so most prestigious people in the Jianghai League.

No matter how other cultivators in the sect change, their identities and status remain unchanged.

At this moment, Mo Changhuai was holding a golden flag with a rising sun embroidered on it. The golden light that had just destroyed the devil was emitted by this flag!
There was a man on the right, wrapped in a black robe, with a sinister face, black mist all around him, and a pair of eyes as cold as a poisonous snake. In his hand was a pitch-black bone bead, and there seemed to be starlight flowing in the bone bead. A closer look revealed that it was not starlight, but tiny skulls.

At this moment, the two of them showed up, and with a joint attack, they actually broke through the demon cultivator's formation!

"Thank you two fellow Taoists for your help!"

Yan Qingying's eyes flashed, and she clasped her fists in thanks, but a trace of vigilance arose in her heart.

First, she knew in her heart that Feitianmen’s action this time would inevitably pose a threat to many forces along the coast.

On the other hand, it was a bit too coincidental that these two people came to rescue her right after she had a fierce fight with someone.

"Fairy Yan, you are too polite. We righteous cultivators should help each other."

Mo Changhuai smiled gently and waved the golden flag in his hand. Golden light burst out like a tide, forcing the remaining demon cultivators to retreat.

"These demon cultivators dare to cause chaos in Tongtian River. Our Jianghai League will take action to suppress them!"

Yin Wuyou smiled sinisterly and said nothing much. He just turned the bone bead in his hand slightly and looked at the demon cultivators with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"I hate you devil bastards the most."

However, what the two of them said did not make Yan Qingying let down her guard. Instead, it made her even more alarmed. However, she did not show it on her face and just nodded slightly.

"In this case, I would like to ask the two Taoists to join forces to wipe out these evil cultivators!"

"nature!"

Mo Changhuai responded loudly, and then waved the golden flag again. The golden light was like a sword, and it directly cut down the leader of the demon cultivators!
Yin Wuyou threw the bone beads in his hand, and in an instant, the bone beads turned into thousands of ghost shadows, rushing towards the remaining demon cultivators!
"boom!"

The demon leader was hit by the golden light, screamed, and retreated violently.

The rest of the demon cultivators were entangled by the ghost and were swallowed up in an instant!
The situation reversed instantly!

However! Just when Yan Qingying relaxed a little.

A brilliant golden light suddenly emanated from the side.

Mo Changhuai suddenly turned the golden flag in his hand, and the originally dazzling golden light suddenly turned into a raging golden flame, sweeping towards Yan Qingying!

At the same time, Yin Wuyou laughed grimly.

With a wave of his sleeves, countless black mists turned into chains, wrapping around Yan Qingying from all directions!

Sneak attack!

"It's really a scam!"

Yan Qingying was prepared, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she slammed the sword box at her waist.

"Zheng!"

With a sound of sword ringing, a white and crystal long sword shot up into the sky. The sword light like cold snow was like a rainbow piercing the sun, instantly shattering the surging golden flames!
At the same time, she clasped her hands together and demonic energy surged around her.

The magic of all demons mixing in the world is activated.

The three beasts, the white tiger, the lion and the wolf, were flying around with murderous aura, and they actually tore into pieces all the black mist chains that were entangled with the twelve Jindan monks!
"As expected of a genius from Feitian Sect, he reacts very quickly."

Mo Changhuai sneered, and the golden flag in his hand changed again. A hideous ghost face appeared on the flag, and it opened its mouth and spewed out monstrous golden fire!

Yin Wuyou also laughed sinisterly upon seeing this, and shouted in a low voice: "Xuanming Soul Devourer!"

He threw the bone bead in his hand, and in an instant, the black water of the river surged, and countless wronged souls crawled out of the water, pouncing towards Yan Qingying with bared fangs and claws!

"How dare a mere ghost like you act so presumptuous?"

Yan Qingying snorted coldly, and swept the long sword across, the sword energy soared into the sky, destroying all the evil spirits that were attacking.
But Mo Changhuai and Yin Wuyou were both well-known Dharma masters after all, and when they joined forces, their offensive became more and more fierce.

Although Yan Qingying could barely resist, her spiritual power was consumed very quickly and she gradually fell into a disadvantage!

"We can't delay it any longer!"

A hint of determination flashed in Yan Qingying's eyes, and she slapped the storage bag hard.

"rise!"

As her voice fell, a pitch-black coffin fell to the ground with a bang. The coffin was engraved with ancient runes and exuded a frightening murderous aura!
"This is."

Mo Changhuai's pupils shrank, and he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

Yin Wuyou's expression suddenly changed: "A demon corpse with the cultivation level of Yuanshen Dao Realm?!"

"It is said that Feitianmen recently obtained a demon corpse in the Yuanshen Dao realm. I think this is it."

"If it was a real Taoist Primordial Spirit, we would naturally not be his opponent, but how dare a mere corpse act so arrogantly?"

"Not bad!"

When Yan Qingying saw this, she slammed the coffin.

"open!"

Boom! There was a loud bang.

The coffin lid exploded, and a murderous aura rose into the sky!

The next moment, a giant winged demon corpse stepped out of the coffin. The huge demon corpse was several feet tall and pitch black all over. Its wings behind it covered the sky and were covered with barbs, looking extremely hideous.

Especially, each of his left and right arms holds a magic weapon, and his three eyes are as red as blood!

"kill!"

At Yan Qingying's command, the demon corpse roared to the sky, and instantly turned into a black shadow, rushing straight towards Mo Changhuai and Yin Wuyou!

"Damn it!"

Mo Changhuai's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly urged the golden flag to resist, but the demon corpse punched out, and the golden flag was knocked away!
Yin Wuyou was even more horrified. He hurriedly sacrificed the bone beads and turned into a ghost shadow hundreds of feet long, but the demon corpse swung all six arms and directly tore the ghost shadow into pieces!
As for the dozen or so demon cultivators rushing over, the demon corpse spread out its giant wings, and he was fighting twelve at once. His whole body was filled with powerful demonic energy, and every strike from his arms, fists, or palms, carried the power to destroy mountains and split rocks.

The two demon cultivators were unable to dodge and were directly blasted into a bloody mist.

The long sword in his hand turned into a sky full of sword light, and he fought with Mo Changhuai and Yin Wuya.

Although she was a woman, her moves were fierce and ruthless, and she did not lose the upper hand for a while.

"Everyone be careful, come closer to me and form a formation!"

The leading demon cultivator shouted loudly.

The twelve people suddenly changed positions, and the chains intertwined into a net, binding the demon corpse tightly.

What's even more terrifying is that the runes on the chains began to glow, and the corpse's aura was suppressed little by little.

Seeing this, Yan Qingying's eyes flashed with determination. She bit her tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the sword in her hand.

The sword light suddenly surged, and the sword energy rushed into the sky like a river of blood rolling back, forcing back the demon cultivators who were besieging her.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she formed seals at lightning speed and chanted obscure spells.

"boom!"

The demon corpse spread its huge wings, and with a roar, its body suddenly grew to ten feet tall. The terrifying shock wave directly blew a hole in the chain formation.

When the twelve monks saw this, they spat out blood, and the black chains in their hands broke into pieces.

"What a powerful demon corpse."

"How could a Dharma Real Person like him control such a powerful demon corpse?"

These people looked at each other, with a hint of fear in their eyes.

Yin Wuya and Mo Changhuai felt that the situation was hopeless, they looked at each other, grinned fiercely, and a small black flag appeared in their hands.

The flag was waving, and the wind howled all around. Countless wronged souls and evil spirits poured out from the flag and pounced on Yan Qingying, trying to hide her figure.

He and Mo Changhuai mingled among them and were about to escape.

"Want to go?"

Yan Qingying sneered, and the sword flashed again, slashing straight at the backs of the two men!
"puff!"

Yin Wuyou was hit by the sword light and spat out a mouthful of blood, but he gritted his teeth and crushed a talisman, and his body instantly turned into black mist and dissipated!

Mo Changhuai suddenly threw out a jade talisman, which exploded and turned into golden light to protect his body. He took the punch from the demon corpse and used the force to escape!

Yan Qingying wanted to give chase, but the two were too fast, and the other twelve demon cultivators, holding broken chains, rushed over again.

Seeing this, Yan Qingying glanced coldly in the direction where the two disappeared, with murderous intent still in her eyes.

"Jianghai League, Xuanming Sect"

She controlled the demon corpse again and quickly killed nine of the twelve cultivators, chained three of them, then turned around and stepped onto the spirit boat, saying to the disciples in a deep voice, "Report to the sect immediately, the Jianghai League and Xuanming Sect are colluding with the demon cultivators and have ill intentions!"

At the command, the spirit boat broke through the waves and sailed away, leaving behind only the demonic energy floating on the river, and the murderous intent that had not yet dissipated still echoing on the river.
At the same time that Yan Qingying was fighting fiercely with the monks from Jianghai League and Xuanming Sect.

In the upper reaches of Tongtian River, a more brutal chase is taking place.

A Feitianmen spirit boat was surrounded by five black shadows. Its hull was riddled with holes and its protective formation was crumbling.

On the deck, Zheng Yunsong, the deacon elder of Feitian Sect, was holding a green-bladed sword with blood dripping from the tip of the sword. Three corpses of black-robed monks lay at his feet.

"Elder Zheng, if you continue to resist, it will only add to your suffering."

A masked monk spoke coldly, his voice as hoarse as the friction between iron and stone.

"Hand over the Tongtian River water vein map, and I will keep your body intact."

Zheng Yunsong sneered, the tip of his sword shook, and green sword energy surrounded his body like a dragon.

"Just because you are a bunch of cowards who hide your head and show your tail, do you think you are qualified to covet the things of my Feitian Sect?"

"Stubborn!"

The masked monk snorted coldly and waved his hand.

"kill!"

In an instant, five black shadows attacked at the same time!

One person sacrificed the Nine Nether Cold Iron, and the surface of the river instantly froze into ice, with the cold air penetrating into the bone marrow.

Hundreds of silver needles flew out from the sleeves of another person, with the tips of the needles glowing with a dark blue poisonous light. The remaining three people formed seals with their hands, and three blood-colored flags exploded in the air, turning into blood blades all over the sky!
When Zheng Yunsong saw this, his face became heavy, he let out a long roar, and the spiritual power around him surged. Wind, fire, thunder and lightning flashed behind him, transforming into four rotating wheels of light, forming a vast space, and actually cut off all the incoming attacks!

"The Four Symbols of Heaven's Will of Feitian Sect? That's quite interesting."

A trace of fear flashed across the masked monk's eyes, but then he began to grin grimly.

"It's a pity that two fists can't beat four hands. You won't be able to hold out for long!"

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Yunsong suddenly groaned, and a trace of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He looked down and found that his arm had been entangled by a black thread as thin as a hair. The black thread drilled into his flesh and blood like a living thing, madly devouring his spiritual power!

"The 'Erosion Silk' of the Xuanming Sect?!"

Zheng Yunsong's pupils suddenly shrank, "Are you from Xuanming Sect?!"

"I know now, it's too late!"

The masked monk laughed and suddenly pulled the black thread in his hand.

"Pfft!"

Zheng Yunsong's left arm was instantly crushed and blood gushed out!

In severe pain, he bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the sword in his hand. The long sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling green light!
"Want to kill me? Then let's die together!"

He roared angrily, pointed the sword straight at the sky, and a piercing sword light tore through the clouds and slashed down fiercely!
"boom!!!"

Huge waves hundreds of feet high exploded on the surface of the river. Two of the five masked monks were unable to dodge and were directly split in half by the sword light!
The remaining three people were also blown away by the aftermath and vomited blood.

However, Zheng Yunsong has also run out of energy.

He staggered back, leaning against the broken side of the ship, and took out a jade tablet from his arms with difficulty. He carved a bloody pattern on it with the last of his spiritual power, and then crushed it violently!

"Want to steal the water vein map? Dream on!"

At the moment the jade token exploded, a hidden message of light shot up into the sky and disappeared into the depths of the clouds.

"Stop it!"

The masked monk roared, but it was too late.

Zheng Yunsong showed a last smile of relief on his face, and then a black light pierced through his chest and he fell heavily to the ground.

……

Soon after Zheng Yunsong's death, Feitianmen received the information.

In the sect’s ancestral hall.

A deacon elder suddenly opened his eyes, with a cold light like lightning in his eyes.

"Senior Brother Zheng... was killed?"

He stood up suddenly and waved his sleeves, only to find that the nameplate engraved with "Zheng Yunsong" under the ancestral hall suddenly exploded and then turned into countless fragments!
"Isn't Senior Brother Zheng on a mission in Tongtian River? Not good! Report to the sect immediately."

soon.

The bad news exploded like thunder, shocking everyone in Feitianmen.

The deacon elder Zheng Yunsong of Feitianmen was attacked and killed while escorting a batch of important materials to the East China Sea. Feitianmen quickly sent a special person to Tongtianjiangshan to search for Zheng Yunsong's body, but when the person saw the body, a group of people frowned.

There is a cliff on the bank of Tongtian River, which is extremely steep, like a sharp blade stabbing into Feitian Gate.

The wind was howling on the cliff. Zheng Yunsong's body was nailed to the cliff in a weird posture. His limbs were twisted and his face was horrible. His torn clothes were rustling, as if he was still telling the tragic story of his life. "Elder Li."

The accompanying disciple tremblingly handed over a photo-taking stone, his voice trembling so much that his words were almost inaudible.

"This was found next to Elder Zheng. He swallowed the image stone before he died, so the enemy didn't find it."

Li Bayuan slowly stretched out his hand and threw the Heaven-Shaking Demon Hammer aside, his fingertips trembling slightly. When he injected spiritual power into it, the image stone immediately projected an image.

In that image, Zheng Yunsong's spirit boat was being besieged by five masked monks on the vast river.

Even though he was holding a long sword, had a strong body and fought hard, it was obvious that the opponents were all skilled fighters, with good coordination and each move was ruthless.

The spirit boat shook violently under the attack, making a creaking sound as it could not bear the weight.

In the end, Zheng Yunsong was seriously injured and tortured to reveal the secret of the water veins, but he gritted his teeth and did not utter a word until his death.

At the end of the video, a blurry figure walks up to Zheng Yunsong's body, and the voice is disguised.

"Feitianmen has stretched its hand too far. This is just the beginning."

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, the spiritual energy around Li Bayuan suddenly surged, and with a "crack", the Shadow Stone turned into powder in his hand.

"check!"

Although it was only one word, everyone present felt the tremendous anger contained in it.

Feitian Gate, a thin mist like gauze covers the entire mountain gate.

The white flags fell, swaying in the wind, and the solemn bells echoed between the valleys, and every sound seemed to strike at people's hearts.

In front of the mourning hall, hundreds of disciples dressed in plain clothes stood with their heads bowed, chanting scriptures in a low and solemn voice.

White candles burned around the coffin, the flickering flames illuminating the intricate runes on the coffin. That was Feitianmen's unique soul-protecting spell, ensuring that the deceased's soul would not dissipate and would not be disturbed by evil spirits.

Suddenly, a clear crane cry was heard from the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw a group of cranes flying in from the clouds, each holding a pure white flower in its beak.

They circled down and slowly dropped the flowers onto the coffin.

Ye Yang stood in front of the coffin with a solemn expression. Zheng Yunsong's body had been tidied up, but the hideous wounds were still clearly visible.

Especially the penetrating wound on the chest, which was of a strange blue color, obviously caused by some sinister martial arts.

Gu Xuan also came back from the shores of the East China Sea. He stood aside, his hair and beard all white, his face solemn.

"Yun Song has devoted his entire life to the sect. Today, let him rest in peace."

Gu Xuan's voice was low.

After the funeral.

In a quiet room, there were only four people: Ye Yang, Gu Xuan, Li Bayuan and Yan Qingying.

Li Bayuan groaned for a moment, then spoke in a muffled voice.

"Brother, after examining Zheng Yunsong's body, I found traces of the Xuanming Sect's 'Nine Nether Cold Force' and the Jianghai League's 'Pure Void Finger Force'. Although the murderer tried his best to hide it, he did not completely wipe out the traces. Moreover, Deacon Zheng also shouted the name of the Xuanming Sect before he died."

At this time, Yan Qingying also spoke.

"Not long ago, I was also attacked on Tongtian River. The attackers were Dharma Master Mo Changhuai from Jianghai League and 'Impermanent Heaven' Yin Wuya from Xuanming Sect."

"Two Dharma Realm Masters and twelve cultivators above the Golden Core Realm. If it weren't for the Demon Corpse in my hands, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to escape with my life."

"Deacon Zheng's death was by no means accidental."

"I think they are acting on multiple fronts to get the Tongtian River water vein map."

"The Jianghai League is an alliance of many independent cultivators and families on the rivers and seas. Although there is a Taoist Priest in the sect to suppress one side, the various factions inside are fighting openly and secretly. How dare they attack the elder of my Feitian Sect?!"

"The Jianghai League has always lived by the Tongtian River and the East China Sea. It is understandable that they are hostile to us, but why does the Xuanming Sect want to get involved with them?"

Gu Xuan pondered for a moment and spoke slowly.

"No matter what, there is solid evidence that Jianghai League and Xuanming Sect are colluding. But if they really dare to kill the elders of Feitian Sect, we will be at loggerheads."

Ye Yang was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "They don't want to tear each other apart, but to force us to take action."

Everyone was stunned. (End of this chapter)