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

The first voice was as steady as a mountain, carrying an unquestionable majesty. Upon hearing this, Ye Yang couldn't help but furrow his brow.

It was actually the voice of the Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor.

The moment that sound appeared, all the human cultivators who were still fighting bloody battles were immediately shaken.

Immediately following, a second, clear sound, like the ringing of a sword, pierced the sky:

"Regardless of race, those who fought against the demons are all heroes!"

"From this moment forward, let us wipe out the remaining demonic forces, restore order to the demon race, and jointly protect all living beings!"

Then, another voice sounded.

It's the voice of the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal!

The two voices intertwined.

It instantly dispelled the gloom that had been hanging over everyone's hearts.

Ye Yang was jolted.

This sudden news caught him somewhat off guard.

However, he soon figured it out.

The demon race is powerful and not to be underestimated.

The fact that this battle was able to advance so quickly is clearly due to factors other than the human race in the cultivation world.

Clearly, other groups also intervened.

At this moment, the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword in Ye Yang's hand shone with a surge of azure light, as if in response to this earth-shattering good news.

The Nine Netherworld Saint Venerable is a supreme being in this world.

He is also the Demon Lord who has stood for thousands of years among the demon race, and the fear that is etched into the bones of countless human cultivators!

At this moment, even this person has perished.

This means that the calamity of the Demon Realm that has plagued the Dao Alliance for years has truly come to an end today.

not far away.

The heavily injured Void Refinement Demon Cultivator heard the two voices.

He struggled to lift himself up from the sea, his eyes filled with disbelief and despair.

He stared at the demonic blood falling from the sky, making strange hoarse noises.

"Impossible... How could the Holy Venerable have perished? How could our race have been defeated?!"

But before he could finish speaking, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his body completely lost its support.

As it plunged back into the sea of ​​demons, the crimson light in its eyes gradually dimmed, eventually turning into utter silence.

The Nine Netherworld Saint Venerable is dead, and the Demon Realm is leaderless.

A demonic cultivator like him naturally reached his dead end.

He had already had his illusion broken by Ye Yang, and was struck in the chest with a sword, resulting in damage to his chest and abdomen.

Upon hearing this news, his crimson eyes suddenly narrowed.

His pupils were filled with utter despair and resentment.

The Nine Netherworld Saint Venerable died.

There is absolutely no chance for the game to turn around in Demon Realm.

He still refused to believe it.

"No...impossible!"

His scarlet eyes suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

But dark red demonic blood kept dripping from the sky.

The dissipated primordial power, upon landing on the sea surface, transformed into wisps of black smoke and dissipated.

That was a strange phenomenon that only occurred when a demonic cultivator at the Thunder Tribulation Realm perished; he had no choice but to believe it.

now.

His survival instinct overwhelmed all his resentment; he no longer cared about the glory of the demon race.

He bit his tongue hard and spat out a mouthful of black blood containing fragments of the demon core.

He forcibly activated the remaining 30% of his magical power.

A dense black light erupted from his body, and he transformed into a streak of black light, fleeing madly towards the depths of the Demon Realm.

Only a blurry black shadow flashed across the sea.

See this.

A cold glint flashed in Ye Yang's eyes. The next moment, he immediately circulated his internal magic power, and the azure sword light around his body suddenly surged.

The void behind them was slightly distorted.

Soon, a pair of "Wind and Thunder Sword Wings," formed from cyan-blue sword energy and with wind and thunder swirling around their edges, suddenly unfolded.

The sword's wings were about ten feet long.

Each feather-like sword aura gleamed with a sharp light.

Countless wind and thunder surged between the sword's wings, emitting a crackling sound of electricity.

"Shh!"

Ye Yang had a sudden thought.

The wind and thunder sword wings flapped violently.

Immediately afterwards, a strong gust of air spread outwards.

Ye Yang transformed into a streak of azure lightning, closely following the demonic cultivator.

With the flapping of its sword wings.

Countless tiny cyan wind and thunder sword energies scattered and flew out like raindrops.

These sword energies intertwined rapidly in the air.

In just a few breaths, a blue-green sword net several miles in front of the black-robed demon cultivator was formed.

Above the sword net, countless winds and thunderbolts constantly roamed.

It exuded a chilling pressure, blocking the demonic cultivators' escape route like an insurmountable chasm.

"court death!"

The black-robed demonic cultivator's eyes flashed with ruthlessness when he saw his escape route blocked.

He knew that if he couldn't break through the sword net at this moment...

Once Ye Yang catches up, he will surely die.

He immediately stopped holding back and suddenly opened his mouth, spitting out a mouthful of black essence blood.

The essence blood fell into the demonic flames and instantly transformed into a raging black demonic fire.

The Void Refining Demon Cultivator formed hand seals and swung them fiercely at the sword net.

There was a "boom".

The black demonic fire surged towards the sword net like raging lava.

It collided with the azure wind and thunder sword energy on the sword net.

A violent surge of spiritual energy erupted instantly.

The black demonic fire and the cyan sword energy eroded each other, emitting a "sizzling" sound.

Countless tiny fragments flew in all directions, stirring up the demonic sea below.

Several fine cracks appeared on the sword net.

The light of the wind and thunder dimmed slightly, but it did not shatter and remained firmly in front of the demonic cultivator.

Ye Yang hovered in mid-air.

"Such speed! Completely beyond imagination."

That demonic cultivator at the Refinement of Emptiness realm.

Looking at the enormous wind and thunder sword wings behind Ye Yang, a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

next moment.

Just as the demonic cultivator gritted his teeth and gathered his demonic power again, trying to forcefully break through the stalemate of the sword net.

A series of rapid whooshing sounds came from the distant horizon.

Ye Yang glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

Two figures led a large group of cultivators and sped toward them.

A red sword light, as dazzling as a raging fire, appeared on the left; it was Huo Bingshuang.

She held the Red Maple Sword, its blade shimmering with red spiritual light, and was followed by dozens of cultivators.

These cultivators were all at least at the Purple Mansion Realm, their magical power was highly refined, and they were all elites.

On the right is the Valley Master of Hundred Flowers.

The Valley Master of Hundred Flowers held a round Hundred Flowers Mirror in his hands.

Pink light patterns shimmered on the mirror's surface, and countless tiny petal-shaped lights swirled around it.

Dozens of True Person Realm cultivators followed behind him.

These cultivators all held magic swords or talismans in their hands, and their auras were calm and composed.

"Master, we're here to help you!"

Huo Bing Shuang's voice came first. Seeing that the demonic cultivator was trapped in front of the sword net, she immediately activated the Red Maple Sword.

Soon, a hundred-foot-long red sword light slashed towards the side of this person.

This forced the demonic cultivators to distract themselves from defending themselves.

The Valley Master of Hundred Flowers was equally decisive, and the Hundred Flowers Mirror in his hand flashed with light.

Countless pink petals flew towards the demonic cultivator.

These light petals may appear delicate, but they contain a powerful paralyzing effect; once touched, they can instantly erode magic.

For cultivators at the Refining Void Realm.

In his prime, these people were no different from ants in his eyes.

But at this moment, he was already seriously injured.

Even facing dozens of cultivators at the True Person realm or above, he still felt a headache coming on.

Two groups of people, one on the left and one on the right, quickly surrounded the black-robed demonic cultivator.

For a while.

Countless cyan, red, and pink magical powers and weapons intertwined in the air, forming a huge encirclement that trapped him in the center.

Above the encirclement, countless sword lights and magical seals flickered, radiating a suffocating pressure. Sensing the fierce aura emanating from the encirclement, the black-robed demonic cultivator finally revealed a hint of fear in his crimson eyes.

He knew that this time, he was truly trapped with no way to escape.

He looked down at the wound on his chest that was constantly bleeding.

Feeling the magic power within my body flowing away like sand through an hourglass.

In his crimson eyes, despair was gradually replaced by madness.

He knew very well that once he was captured...

All that awaits me is annihilation of my soul and body; rather than that, I might as well take one last gamble.

"Although I am seriously injured, you have underestimated the strength of the Void Refining Demon Clan!"

next moment.

He suddenly burst into wild laughter, a sharp and piercing laugh filled with a desperate madness.

He suddenly raised his head and quickly formed a series of strange magic seals with his hands.

He muttered incantations, the obscure magic words echoing in the air like a spell.

As the incantation rang out, the demonic aura surrounding him suddenly surged.

The black mist that had been swirling around him began to churn and boil like water.

It even started pouring into his body.

Ye Yang's pupils suddenly contracted.

He had seen records of forbidden secret arts of the demon race in ancient books.

The strange phenomenon of this demonic cultivator at this moment is exactly the same as the description of the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique"!

These secret techniques require burning one's own cultivation and essence, sacrificing one's very essence in exchange for several times the power one would normally possess.

It can even unleash an attack that surpasses its own level when it is on the verge of death, which is extremely dangerous.

"Stop him! This technique will unleash several times his normal power, and he might break through!"

Ye Yang shouted sharply, his voice tinged with urgency.

If the demonic cultivator completes the secret technique, there will likely be casualties among the cultivators present.

Before he finished speaking, Ye Yang launched the first attack.

The next moment, he slashed out with the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, a cyan sword light, tens of feet wide, carrying the power of wind and thunder, appeared.

Like a meteor, it hurtled towards the demonic cultivator, its sharp sword wind aimed directly at the demonic cultivator's hands that were forming hand seals.

Huo Bing Shuang and the Valley Master of Hundred Flowers also realized what was happening.

Huo Bing Shuang activated the Red Maple Sword, and the red sword light swept out like a raging fire, targeting the demonic energy surging around the demonic cultivator.

The Valley Master of Hundred Flowers then raised the Hundred Flowers Mirror high above his head.

The mirror-like surface shone brightly with pink light, and countless pink light blades, condensed into a bundle, shot towards the demonic cultivator like a rain of arrows.

The other cultivators also launched their attacks.

Dozens of attacks enveloped the entire space, approaching the demonic cultivator from the side.

For a while.

Countless golden lightning talismans and red fire talismans exploded in the air, and countless bolts of lightning and fire fell towards the demonic cultivator.

The entire airspace was filled with fierce attacks, and even the air itself seemed to be torn apart.

"late!"

A hint of smugness and madness flashed in the eyes of the Void Refining Demon Cultivator.

His body was swelling at a visible rate, and his originally withered skin turned bright red.

The blood vessels bulge out under the skin like earthworms.

The concentration of demonic energy around him reached its peak, even forming a black protective shield of demonic flames.

"Heavenly Demon Disintegration, Explode!"

He let out a sudden roar.

The speed at which his hands formed hand seals suddenly increased, and the protective shield of demonic flames around him shattered instantly.

"boom!"

A violent explosion erupted instantly.

Black shockwaves spread outwards like a tsunami.

Ye Yang and the others' attacks landed on the air blasts.

Although it broke through the outer layer of demonic flames, it was shaken off course by the core air wave.

In an instant, the cyan sword light, the red sword intent, and the light blade were all swallowed up by the shockwave.

Only a few attacks landed on the demonic cultivator.

Several deep, bone-revealing wounds were slashed across his swollen body.

Black demonic blood and bits of flesh splattered out.

The shockwave forced everyone to retreat.

Huo Bing Shuang staggered and steadied herself, the Red Maple Sword trembling slightly in her hand.

The Hundred Flowers Valley Master's Hundred Flowers Mirror dimmed slightly, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The shockwave had actually caused her minor injuries.

Although Ye Yang was protected by the Wind and Thunder Sword Wings.

He was pushed back several feet by the blast wave, staring at the center of the explosion with a solemn expression.

The black mist generated by the explosion shrouded the airspace like dark clouds, reducing visibility to extremely low levels.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and the aura of demons.

Ye Yang hurriedly activated his divine sense, attempting to penetrate the demonic mist and locate the demonic cultivator's trail.

He didn't believe that the demonic cultivator could escape unscathed from such an explosion and attack; he must be trying to use the demonic mist as cover to escape.

However, the demonic mist contains a strong disruptive force.

Ye Yang's divine sense was like being stuck in a quagmire, only able to detect a range of a few feet around him, unable to pinpoint the demonic cultivator's aura at all.

Just then, a thin black light, like a ghost, flashed past the edge of the demonic mist and sped towards the depths of the demonic realm.

The black light was extremely fast, almost turning into a blur.

It was the black-robed demonic cultivator who was seriously injured but escaped under the cover of the demonic mist!
"Chase!"

Ye Yang gave a low shout, and the Wind and Thunder Sword Wings flapped violently.

A sudden burst of wind and thunder erupted around him, and his figure transformed into a blue lightning bolt as he chased after the black light.

But the black light was extremely fast, and it kept changing direction under the cover of the demonic mist.

Within moments, it vanished into the distant demonic mist, leaving no trace.

Ye Yang stopped and hovered in mid-air, gazing at the distant, misty landscape with a furrowed brow.

"Just let him get away like that?"

Ye Yang shook his head and said in a deep voice.

"The interference from the demonic mist is too strong, and he is also proficient in the art of concealment. Pursuing him now is futile."

"However, he was seriously injured and used the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, which severely damaged his essence. Only a demonic infant escaped."

"It is unlikely to recover in the short term and does not pose a threat for the time being."

"The most urgent task is not to pursue this demonic cultivator, but to wipe out the remaining demonic bandits along the coast of the Demon Sea and defend the Spirit Island."

Ye Yang's tone was firm.

"Fellow Daoist Baihua, you and Bing Shuang will lead the group to clear out the demon nests along the coast."

"I will lead a group of cultivators to the center of the Demon Realm aboard the Sky-Piercing Spirit Ship to provide support."

After making the arrangements, Ye Yang turned and flew towards the harbor at the edge of the Demon Sea.

After learning that Ye Yang was going to use the Heavenly Spirit Ship.

Dozens of cultivators at the True Person realm or above had been waiting there for quite some time.

Two lightning dragons coiled around the sides of the Heavenly Spirit Ship.

It hovers and circles endlessly, flying back and forth, sometimes soaring into the azure sky, sometimes bathing in the shimmering water.

These people held their respective magical artifacts in their hands, their eyes resolute.

Upon Ye Yang's arrival, everyone bowed in unison.

"Greetings, Dao Ancestor!"

Ye Yang nodded slightly and said in a deep voice.

"Alright! Success or failure hinges on this. Time is of the essence, let's board the ship immediately."

Everyone responded and boarded the spirit ship.

Suddenly, the golden runes on the surface of the ship lit up.

A stream of azure light flowed from the runes, enveloping the entire ship like water and forming a sturdy protective shield.

"Activate the spirit ship!"

Ye Yang gave the order.

The cultivator in charge of controlling the spirit ship turned the helm, and the array at the bottom of the spirit ship was instantly activated.

The Heavenly Spirit Ship sped towards the center of the Demon Realm like an arrow released from a bow.

The ship left a faint blue trail at the stern before quickly disappearing into the mist of the Demon Sea.

Ye Yang stood at the bow of the ship, letting the sea breeze brush against his face, his hand tightly gripping the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword.

Accompanied by the journey of the Heavenly Spirit Ship.

Ye Yang looked down at the Demon Sea through the ship's window.

The sight before him made him clench his fists involuntarily, a sharp pain shooting through his heart.

Below, on the sea of ​​demons, countless corpses floated.

Some cultivators gripped their broken magic swords tightly, their faces still bearing the grimaces of battle.

Some demon soldiers were cleaved in two by the sword light, their black demon blood spreading across the sea like filthy, dark silk.

On a small spirit island not far away, demonic fire still burns fiercely.

The charred tree trunks lay fallen on the ground, and the once lush green grass was stained dark red. (End of Chapter)