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

Seeing Yan Qingying and Li Bayuan descend from the sky and wipe out the demons with great ease, the besieged monks finally recovered from their shock.

"It's the senior from Feitianmen!"

An old monk with white hair looked at several people kneeling on the ground tremblingly, tears streaming down his face.

"I am Qing Xuan Zhenren, the outer sect deacon of the Burning Heaven Sect. Thank you two for saving my life!"

When he knelt, dozens of monks behind him knelt down in unison, and their foreheads hit the blood-stained ground heavily.

"Everyone, get up."

Yan Qingying raised her white hands lightly, and a gentle spiritual power lifted everyone up.

She glanced at these wounded monks and paused slightly when she saw several disciples wearing the uniforms of the Burning Heaven Sect.

"How many people in the Burning Heaven Sect are still alive?"

Master Qingxuan wiped away his tears.

"Reporting to the senior, I was out gathering herbs with these disciples, and that's how we escaped. When we rushed back to the mountain gate, it had been destroyed, and no one else was found alive except us."

When he said this, he was choked up with sobs and several young disciples behind him had already burst into tears.

"These demons are too cruel. They will pay for their crimes with blood sooner or later!"

Li Bayuan snorted coldly, looked around at everyone, and slammed the giant hammer to the ground. All the rubble within a ten-foot radius was turned into powder. Then a violent force of energy blasted towards the distant ridge.

"boom!"

As the rocks collapsed, three lurking monsters screamed and turned into bloody mist.

"There are still some fish that have slipped through the net." Li Bayuan curled his lips in disdain, "Senior Sister Yan, it seems we have to clean up the mess before we leave."

Yan Qingying's eyes turned cold and she raised her jade hand slightly.

The two lightning dragons immediately roared to the sky, and turned into two purple lightning bolts that pounced in all directions. Wherever they passed, the hidden evil spirits were purified by the thunder.

At the same time, Yan Qingying raised her white wrist, and a rosewood box flew out from her sleeve.

He opened the rosewood box, and immediately countless golden beans the size of fingertips poured out from it.

Those golden beans dripped from Yan Qingying's fingers, and soon scattered into the void like a pouring galaxy and fell on the ground.

There was a crash!
In an instant, the entire airspace was torn apart by dazzling golden light, and the beans suspended in the air suddenly expanded and turned into golden-armored warriors hundreds or thousands of feet tall.

The white tiger totems embroidered on their black cloaks spewed out lightning, liquid golden light flowed between the gaps in the tiger's armor, and the gilded spears in their hands reflected thousands of cold rays of light under the moonlight.

"break!"

Following the shout, these bean soldiers swooped down with the force of thousands of troops.

The strong men in the front row thrust their spears into the ground, and the golden light turned into an electric net that covered the demon formation, while the soldiers in the back swung their meteor hammers and swept across.

The monster's body was shattered like glass hit by a sledgehammer, splattering purple-black blood with a foul smell.

After a while, the bean soldiers continued to multiply as they stepped on the boiling pool of blood. The originally narrow valley was filled with the golden torrent. The huge war roars caused the cliff walls to break into pieces.

"This is the legendary magic of turning beans into soldiers!"

"Although it is just a spiritual technique, it depends on who is performing it. In Senior Yan's hands, these techniques of turning beans into soldiers are probably better than magic techniques."

At this moment, many disciples of the Burning Heaven Sect widened their eyes and their voices trembled.

I saw that each of the golden bean soldiers was more than ten feet tall, wearing golden armor and holding various magical weapons.

They moved as fast as the wind and formed a formation like a forest. In the blink of an eye, they strangled all the remaining demons.

The most amazing thing is that these bean soldiers can form mysterious battle formations with each other, doubling their power.

A high-level demon general waved his claws to tear open the void and summoned bone-winged demon crows that covered the sky and the sun.

After a while, Yan Qingying condensed a cinnabar talisman on her fingertips and drew a Tai Chi diagram in the air. The bean soldier formation was suddenly reorganized, and the golden-armored warriors crossed their spears.

The flock of magic crows crashed into the barrier and exploded into blood mist.

The remaining evil spirit was devoured by the white tiger mark on Dou Bing's forehead and transformed into spiritual power that nourished them.

After doing all this, Yan Qingying turned around and looked at Qingxuan Zhenren and others from the Fentian Sect.

"Since you are all alive, why don't you follow us back to Feitian Gate for shelter. I'm afraid this area within a thousand miles is not safe."

Upon hearing this, the monks looked at each other in surprise and suddenly bowed down together.

"I am willing to follow the two seniors!"

At this moment, a middle-aged monk in brocade robe flew out from the crowd.

He spoke excitedly.

"I am Zhou Ziling, an elder of Qinghe Sword Sect. I have long heard of the reputation of Feitian Sect. My Qinghe Sword Sect has also suffered heavy losses this time. I wonder if I can leave with you seniors."

After he finished speaking, he looked back and saw the disciples behind him staring at the Tongtian Spirit Ship and the Purple Lightning Dragon under Yan Qingying's feet with fiery eyes.

I don't know why, but I felt an indescribable sadness in my heart.

"I don't know when our Qinghe Sword Sect will be able to possess these treasures." Yan Qingying nodded lightly.

"You are too polite, Elder Zhou. Since you are willing, we will set off immediately."

She pinched her fingertips, and the Tongtian Spirit Ship slowly descended. Runes flowed on the hull, and a golden ladder of light extended in front of everyone.

"Is this the legendary Tongtian Spiritual Ship?"

A young monk stepped onto the ladder of light cautiously, and the solid touch under his feet was unbelievable to him.

You know, there are only a handful of flying magic weapons of this grade in the entire cultivation world.

Not to mention that the Burning Heaven Sect has been destroyed and the Qinghe Sword Sect no longer exists, even when the Burning Heaven Sect was still there.

"Let's all get on board."

Yan Qingying flicked her sleeves, and the bean soldiers in the sky turned into golden light and were retracted into her sleeves.

Zhou Ziling was stunned when he saw that the overwhelming Taoist soldiers on the ground were brought back by Yan Qingying.

"Is this the power of the Taoist soldiers?"

"It is said that this Senior Yan is in charge of Feitianmen's Bean-Scattering Soldiers and Flying Deer Soldiers. Today, I saw that it is true."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt dizzy, and it turned out that his injury had relapsed. The disciples beside him hurriedly supported him, but saw a green spiritual power already covering him.

Yan Qingying tapped her fingertips lightly, and a pill flew into Zhou Ziling's mouth: "Elder Zhou is seriously injured, and he needs to adjust his breathing immediately after getting on board."

Zhou Ziling felt a cool medicinal effect flowing through his body and bowed quickly.

"Thank you for the medicine, senior!"

"Senior, I will never forget your kindness. If I can be of any use to you in the future, I will never hesitate to die for you!"

Yan Qingying nodded slightly: "Elder Zhou, you are too kind. With the demons at our doorstep, the human cultivators should stick together as one."

The spirit ship pierced through the clouds and fog. Strong winds howled outside the golden light shield, but it was warm as spring inside the ship.

When she turned around, the ends of her hair brushed against Li Bayuan's giant hammer, and the undried blood on the hammer surface instantly evaporated into wisps of green smoke.

When the last monk stepped onto the ladder of light, the Tongtian Spirit Ship let out a long dragon roar.

The runes on the hull lit up one after another, forming a transparent light shield under everyone's feet.

A brave young monk lay on the edge of the light shield and saw that the mountains and rivers below were shrinking at an alarming speed.

"This speed"

They held onto the side of the ship tightly. He could clearly see the colorful rainbow light stirred up when the clouds in the distance were torn apart by the spirit ship.

This speed of escape is probably three times faster than their Qinghe Sword Sect's symbolic flying sword, the Lingshan Huanxue Sword.

After everyone was on board, the Tongtian Spiritual Ship slowly took off.

The runes on the hull lit up, and a golden light shield enveloped the entire ship.

Master Qingxuan stroked the ancient patterns on the side of the ship, feeling filled with emotion.

At this moment, not only True Man Qingxuan, but Zhou Ziling was also standing on the right side of True Man Qingxuan.

"It is rumored that a sect that can train Dao soldiers needs to provide a huge amount of resources for the Dao soldiers to consume, but the Dao soldiers are also very powerful. It is said that each Dao soldier has the power to move mountains and fill the sea!"

Master Qingxuan also nodded and spoke.

"These yellow bean Taoist soldiers are nothing. It is said that there is a corpse of a demon behind this Fairy Yan, which was refined by the Yuanshen."

After he finished speaking, when his eyes accidentally swept across the black iron coffin behind Yan Qingying, his throat suddenly seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand.

The coffin was as black as ink, wrapped with countless chains, and covered with dark golden talismans. It glowed with an eerie luster under the light shield of the spirit ship.

"What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Ziling noticed that the old man's body suddenly stiffened, and looked in the direction he was looking.

"It's just a coffin. Ah!"

But the next moment, his words stopped abruptly.

It was at this time that Zhou Ziling saw a wisp of black mist seeping out from the cracks in the coffin. The mist twisted as if it had life, and actually condensed into a blurry human face in the void.

What’s even more terrifying is the moment when the black fog appears.

The spiritual energy in his body suddenly flowed backwards, and his dantian felt as if it was pierced by thousands of needles.

"Don't look!"

Taoist Qingxuan waved his whisk and gently covered Zhou Ziling's eyes.

However, I couldn't help but shiver all over.

He had lived for two hundred and seventy years and had seen countless evil things, but he had never felt such pure evil—the coffin contained not dead things, but living horrors!
"Crack!" (End of this chapter)