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

Huo Bing Shuang and the Valley Master of Hundred Flowers had just received the message and were about to turn back to provide support.

Three black figures suddenly burst out from the demonic mist and blocked their way.

……

The leader wielded a bone staff and possessed formidable strength.

He exuded the pressure of an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

The other two wielded a demonic blade and a demonic whip respectively. Although their auras were slightly weaker, they were still at the Nascent Soul stage.

They were cultivators sent by the demon race.

"Want to leave? It's not that easy!"

Seeing the situation on the field.

The demonic cultivator holding the bone staff sneered.

The next moment, the bone staff lightly tapped the ground, and countless black bone spikes burst forth from the ground, piercing towards Huo Bing Shuang and the Valley Master of Hundred Flowers.

"Today, they shall surely die here!"

Upon seeing this attack.

The Valley Master of Hundred Flowers' face darkened, and he scattered a handful of flower petals.

Soon, the flowers shone brightly the moment they took flight.

In a short while, it transformed into countless pink petals, and flowers flew out of the mirror, blocking all the black bone spikes that were attacking.

"Fellow Daoist Huo, leave these three demons to us. You go to Zhenshui Island to rescue them first, and make sure they don't get close."

"In that case, please be careful, senior. I'll be right back."

After saying that.

Huo Bing Shuang nodded slightly. The next moment, she gripped the long sword at her waist with her right hand, while her left hand quietly reached for her storage bag.

The "Red Maple Sword" that Ye Yang gave her before he left is kept there.

This Red Maple Sword was used by Ye Yang in the past. It is not only a pure Dao artifact, but also, after being nurtured by Ye Yang for many years, its power far exceeds that of ordinary Dao artifacts.

Huo Bing Shuang's cultivation was already close to reaching the Nascent Soul Dao Realm.

With the Red Maple Sword in hand, a sense of confidence naturally arose in his heart.

next moment.

Huo Bing Shuang's figure flashed, like a white lightning bolt, directly approaching the demonic cultivator wielding the demonic blade.

Although she was only at the perfect Dharma Aspect realm, she had been fighting on the front lines for many years, and her combat experience far exceeded that of ordinary True Person realm cultivators.

As the Red Maple Sword was swung, the azure sword light surrounding him poured out like a torrential rain.

Each sword light carried a sharp sword aura, forcing the demonic cultivators to retreat repeatedly, unable to get close at all.

The Valley Master of Hundred Flowers was locked in combat with a demonic cultivator wielding a demonic whip.

The Hundred Flowers Mirror in her hand can not only defend itself, but also release pollen containing potent poison.

The leader of the demonic cultivators accidentally inhaled a small amount of pollen, and immediately felt dizzy and his movements became a little sluggish.

However, the leading bone staff demon cultivator did not rush to make a move, but simply stood aside, observing the battle with a cold smile.

He could tell that although Huo Bing Shuang and the Valley Master of Hundred Flowers were formidable fighters, they were ultimately just cultivators at the Dharma Aspect and Nascent Soul stages, respectively.

After a prolonged battle, his magical power will inevitably gradually weaken.

If time drags on, they will eventually die by his blade.

As expected, the Red Maple Sword, though in Ye Yang's hands for many years, was still incredibly powerful.

However, Huo Bingshuang was ultimately only at the Dharma Aspect Realm level, making it difficult for her to unleash the full power of the Red Maple Sword.

Half an hour later.

Huo Bing Shuang's breathing gradually became erratic.

Although she wielded the Red Maple Sword with impenetrable skill.

However, this also consumed a lot of magical power.

At this moment, even his forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat.

Just then, a demonic cultivator nearby noticed her exhaustion and a sinister smile flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, he raised the demonic blade in his hand, and the blade suddenly burst forth with endless black demonic flames.

Immediately afterwards, carrying a soaring momentum, it slashed fiercely towards Huo Bing Shuang's chest.

"Suffer to death!"

Huo Bing Shuang's pupils suddenly contracted.

She knew she could no longer completely dodge the attack.

In the critical moment, she suddenly took out the Red Maple Sword from her storage bag and poured all the remaining spiritual power in her body into it.

The Red Maple Sword instantly burst forth with a dazzling red light.

Countless maple leaf patterns appeared on the sword, and an aura far exceeding that of the Dharma Aspect Realm emanated from the sword, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield!

"This is... the Dao Ancestor's Sword?!" "Oh no, it has immense power. The one who left behind this technique is no ordinary Nascent Soul Dao Realm cultivator."

"He's probably at least a Void Refinement cultivator."

Upon seeing this immense sword light, soaring into the sky with a power that seemed to cleave the entire heavens apart.

The bone staff demon cultivator's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He never expected this.

It's astonishing that someone would expend so much energy and vitality to seal a wisp of their sword energy within this artifact.

now.

The crimson sword light emanating from Huo Bing Shuang's body was like the rising sun at dawn, dyeing the entire battlefield a dazzling red.

The oppressive aura, far exceeding that of a True Manifestation Realm cultivator, caused the demonic cultivators present to catch their breath.

Even the swirling demonic mist in the air paused for a moment.

The bone staff demon cultivator's sneer froze on his face, his eyes filled with horror.

For a moment, even the hand holding the bone staff unconsciously tightened, and the knuckles turned white.

"This...this is the sword intent of a Void Refinement cultivator!"

He cried out in alarm and staggered back several steps. The dizziness he had felt earlier from being injured by the pollen of the Valley Master of Hundred Flowers was now completely replaced by fear.

"How could a Dharma Aspect True Person possess a Dao artifact nurtured by a Void Refinement cultivator?"

Before the words were even finished, the crimson maple sword light had already clashed with the demonic blade.

With a crisp "clang," the black demonic flames were instantly engulfed by the red light.

The demonic blade shattered into pieces like fragile rotten wood, and amidst the flying fragments, the demonic cultivator wielding the blade was struck by the aftershocks of the sword light.

A bloody hole exploded in his chest, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto a distant reef, his breath instantly fading.

Although they did not die, they had completely lost their fighting ability.

This attack not only injured the demonic cultivator, but also shattered the confidence of the remaining two demonic cultivators.

The bone staff demon cultivator stared at the Red Maple Sword in Huo Bing Shuang's hand, which was still emitting a red light. His Adam's apple bobbed, and a hint of retreat flashed in his eyes.

"Retreat! This weapon is troublesome; let's avoid its sharp edge for now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and transformed into a black shadow, fleeing into the depths of the demonic mist.

Upon seeing this, the demonic cultivator wielding the demonic whip dared not linger. He disregarded even his seriously injured companion and followed closely behind, disappearing into the demonic mist.

In the blink of an eye, the three Nascent Soul demon cultivators who had been besieging them vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a mess of demonic bones and lingering embers of demonic flames.

On the battlefield, Huo Bing Shuang's hand holding the Red Maple Sword trembled slightly.

His magical power was completely exhausted, and his face was as pale as paper. If it weren't for his willpower, he would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

She gazed in the direction the demonic cultivator had fled and breathed a long sigh of relief.

His tense body instantly went limp, and he staggered back two steps.

"Fellow Daoist Huo!"

The Valley Master of Hundred Flowers quickly stepped forward to support her, his eyes filled with relief at surviving such a disaster.

The instant the demonic blade struck.

She was even prepared to rush forward and block an attack for Huo Bing Shuang, but she never expected that Huo Bing Shuang could unleash such amazing power.

Looking at the mess on the ground, and feeling the lingering pressure of the red maple sword light in the air.

She was still shaken, raising her hand to wipe the cold sweat that had seeped from her forehead due to nervousness, her voice trembling slightly.

“That was really dangerous... Luckily you had the Dao artifact left by Dao Ancestor Ye, otherwise we might have really perished here today.”

Huo Bing Shuang leaned against the Valley Master of Hundred Flowers, panting heavily, and put the Red Maple Sword back into her storage bag, smiling bitterly.

"I underestimated the resilience of these demonic cultivators. If it weren't for the sword intent of Daozu Ye hidden in the Red Maple Sword, I probably wouldn't have survived that attack today."

"It's more than just getting through it."

The Valley Master of Hundred Flowers gazed at the lingering red light of the Red Maple Sword as it was sheathed, his eyes filled with admiration, and his tone unconsciously became more forceful.

"Didn't you see the expressions on those demonic cultivators' faces just now? That bone staff demonic cultivator initially wanted to wear us down, but as soon as the Crimson Maple Sword appeared, he didn't even have the courage to resist!"

"Fortunately, we had the deterrent power of the Dao Ancestor, otherwise we would probably be dead without a burial place today."

Meanwhile, Ye Yang was lost in an illusion.

The bloody storm before them suddenly vanished.

Instead, there was an endless gray-white fog.

From within the mist came faint cries and sounds of fighting, like countless fine needles piercing his mind.

The next second, the scene suddenly became clear.

Ye Yang looked up and realized that he was standing on a dirt road in a remote border town, wearing coarse linen clothes and holding a rusty iron sword in his hand.

"The demonic cultivators are coming! Run!" (End of Chapter)