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

The most eye-catching thing is the altar in the middle.

There stands an ancient statue.

The statue has a strange shape and a hideous face.

It was an old monk with his eyes closed, his body covered in blood, his internal organs churning, and his intestines hanging on the ground.

The surface of the body was covered with a layer of dark red marks, and there was no skin, as if it had been directly peeled off, which was chilling.

At this moment, his eyes were closed, as if he was sleeping or meditating.

But his expression revealed an unspeakable pain and struggle.

Ye Yang walked closer slowly and saw more clearly.

The material of this statue looks like some unknown metal.

The surface is covered with traces of time, mottled and colorful, revealing an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

At this moment, there are several figures hidden behind the huge statue.

At this moment, the reef was smashed to pieces by Ye Yang's sword, and several figures quietly emerged behind the statue.

"who is it?"

"How did he find our hiding place?"

……

All kinds of sounds were heard at once.

But some people keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Because from the sword energy that had just leaked out, the smart ones sensed an extraordinary sword intent.

The power contained in this sword intent is completely different from that of ordinary cultivators.

It seems to be able to touch the most primitive fear deep in people's hearts.

A cultivator who possesses this kind of sword intent is definitely not an ordinary person.

"Could it be that the masters from Feitian Sect are here to kill us?"

An old man said in a deep voice.

Although his voice was low, it was clearly heard by everyone.

As soon as these words were spoken, the people around him suddenly became frightened.

A monk next to him looked pale, as if he had thought of something.

This sentence was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, immediately causing an uproar.

The crowd suddenly fell into panic.
Many people began to flee in all directions.

After all, Feitianmen is now considered a dominant force and is very famous.

Especially those who can possess this kind of sword energy.

I think he is definitely not an ordinary person in Feitian Sect.

At this moment, we saw people fleeing in all directions.

Ye Yang frowned slightly.

Stretch out one hand with your fingers slightly pointed forward.

Countless sword beams and sword auras immediately surged out from the mighty Niu Mo River.

The next moment, these sword beams and sword energy turned into surging rivers, interweaving into a dense network.

Soon.

It covered the surrounding space.

In an instant, it enveloped all the fleeing people.

"die!"

Ye Yang's voice was cold and firm, and every word seemed to come from under an iceberg, carrying an irresistible force.

The temperature around him seemed to drop sharply as he spoke.

With just one word, the world changed. A layer of ice suddenly filled the area around the Niu Mo River.

The sword energy in the endless water flow made everyone feel even more nervous.

The monks who were trying to escape saw this.

He suddenly stopped.

But it is already late.

In the sword net, they felt as if their bodies were bound by invisible chains and could not move.

The sword auras and saber energy around them were like a dense rain of needles, piercing through their bodies.

At this moment, a fierce blood light suddenly surged up from the scattered rivers and heavily hit the big net composed of sword light and sword energy.

Wherever the blood passed, the web of sword and saber energy was shattered.

It was like paper being torn by a huge force, making a harsh friction sound.

This sudden change caused the scene to fall into a brief silence.

A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Yang's eyes.

But he immediately regained his composure, his eyes fixed on the source of the blood.

It was a figure wearing a blood-red robe, with disheveled hair, and countless blood lights emerging from his body. The light was revealed, and his cultivation was not weak.

“I didn’t expect there would be a big fish here.”

Ye Yang said softly.

For a moment, he did not continue to take action.

The man in the blood-red robe stopped, revealing a handsome yet fierce face, with evil eyebrows and a pair of eyes like burning flames, staring directly at Ye Yang.

"It's really amazing, worthy of being a disciple of Feitian Sect."

He praised softly, and although his voice was low, it was clearly heard by everyone.

His appearance undoubtedly brought new variables to the situation on the field.

The monks who were originally fleeing in all directions seemed to temporarily stop their chaotic steps and cast hopeful glances.

But there were also some people who secretly showed surprise.

Because people who have been making a living near Feitianmen for many years have already recognized the identity of this ancestor.

He knew that with his own abilities, it would be difficult to compete with the other side.

Therefore, after this figure appeared, they sped up their pace of escape.
Afraid of being dragged into this inevitable conflict.

At this time, only the man in the blood-red robe seemed to have just come from another place and had not yet reacted, so he continued to speak.

"What happens today may not be decided by you alone."

After saying that, he waved his hands.

A powerful blood energy emanated from him, and the air around him seemed to tremble slightly because of this force.

"I am Xue Jue from Alan Temple in the Western Regions. I have come here today to ask for your advice."

The man in the blood-red robe sneered.

"Although your Feitian Sect is powerful, our Alan Temple is also a big sect."

Ye Yang could see it.

The other party is not very old and should have just broken through to the realm of true person. He is at the age when he is ready to do something big.

Extremely ambitious.

Unfortunately, everything in this world does not change direction according to the ideas of the monks.

"Alan Temple, I have heard of its great name for a long time."

Ye Yang smiled slightly and changed the subject.

However, Ye Yang couldn't help but frown slightly. He had heard that the Blood and Bone Cult had some connection with the Western Region Demonic Land.

Looking at it today, it is indeed the case.

Although I haven't heard much about the Alan Temple, I think it should be extraordinary to be able to cultivate monks who have reached the realm of true person.

When Xue Jue heard this, his eyes turned stern.

His gaze grew firm.

"Then let us see whether your sword is sharper or my blood is stronger!"

Ye Yang smiled and pointed his finger. A sharp sword energy came out like the dawn, instantly splitting the mighty rivers and striking the man directly.

At the same time, the Red Maple Sword rose up without wind and flew out, hidden among the thousands of sword auras, carrying a devastating force.

The man didn't even have time to react.

The sword energy pierced his chest and he fell to the ground.

"This……"

"Run away! It's that Master Ye who is an expert in both sword and saber."

……

There were exclamations all around; no one had expected this to happen.

Many people thought of something and recognized Ye Yang's identity, with awe and surprise in their voices that were difficult to conceal.

They had never expected this to happen.

It was originally thought that it would be a long confrontation, and it might even turn into a fierce battle.

But the result was so swift and decisive.

It became a one-sided massacre.

Ye Yang stood there, looking around calmly.

At the same time, there was a sudden rumbling sound in the sky.

The wind blew.

The whistling sound was like a mountain or sea approaching, and the entire world was churning.

Suddenly, there was a sound of explosion in the air.

It seems like an ancient call from the depths of the sky.

Along with the sound came a giant beast, so huge that it looked like a small mountain.

Its wings fluttered and its body was extremely huge.

(two)

The wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun, like a moving golden cloud.

The small ray that Feitianmen once obtained has now evolved into a golden ray, its wings like clouds hanging from the sky, reaching as high as the fourth level.

This is a realm that the Great Sun Star Beast did not reach when it was alive.

At this moment, there were several monks standing on the back of the ray.

Yan Qingying stood at the head of the ray, her long hair fluttering and her eyes looking straight ahead.

As for the monks behind him, there are even more of them.

Whether riding the wind or flying swords, or walking on clouds and mist, it is obvious that they are well prepared.

It gathered from all directions like a meteor shower, and soon covered the surrounding space.

The appearance of the flying ray.

The already tense atmosphere became even more tense. Everyone's attention was attracted by this sudden giant.

"It's... the Flying Manta Ray from Feitian Gate!"

At this moment, we are surrounded and it is difficult to escape.

A cold sweat appeared on everyone's face.

As Yan Qingying and others slowly landed, the atmosphere on the scene became more tense.

Those monks who tried to escape during the chaos now couldn't find even a chance to escape.

He could only look in despair at the monks densely packed around him.

Everyone's face was covered with a layer of cold sweat, and their hearts were filled with fear and anxiety.

Yan Qingying walked up to Ye Yang and asked with a serious look.

"Brother, how do we deal with these thieves?"

Ye Yang pondered for a moment, his eyes swept across the besieged crowd, finally landing on a few leaders.

He spoke slowly.

"How many members are there in the Blood and Bone Cult now?"

The leader didn't say anything.

"In that case, I cannot keep you here."

Ye Yang grabbed the man in mid-air with a single move of his hand, and his spiritual consciousness frantically invaded him, ready to search his soul. The cultivator immediately felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

He thought of something, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

Once a monk is searched by a powerful monk.

The spiritual consciousness runs rampant in the mind, causing mental disorder or even idiocy at best.

In severe cases, the soul may be scattered, the limbs may become incontinent, and there may be no chance of reincarnation.

Thinking of this, the man's face turned even paler and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead.

"Grandmaster, please... please don't search my soul. I am willing to tell you. I am willing to tell you!"

The man collapsed, unable to bear the coming terror any longer, and shouted loudly.

Ye Yang raised his brows slightly and loosened his grip.

The man took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then spoke.

"There are currently about a thousand monks left in the Blood and Bone Cult, led by Venerable Blood and Bone. They are scattered in different places, but most of them are concentrated in the Black Stone Mountain in the east."

Ye Yang's eyes flashed slightly, obviously the number was more than he expected.

"Go on, what are your plans?"

"We gathered this time to respond to the call of the Blood and Bone Venerable and prepare to launch a large-scale attack on the night of the full moon."

"The purpose is to take advantage of the Star Conference of Feitianmen to collect the remaining souls and bodies of the powerful people in the Realm of True Beings, refine the Blood Demon Pill, and supply it to the Venerable to swallow."

"Blood and Bone Venerable."

Ye Yang repeated these key words, with something in mind.

"Do you know what this person's strength is?"

The man shook his head, sweat dripping down his cheeks, obviously having learned all he knew.

He wanted to say something, but he stammered and couldn't speak.

Suddenly, he screamed and his body began to tremble continuously.

An imperceptible force suddenly rose from within his body.

His body was instantly compressed and twisted, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

"no, do not want."

But that force showed no sign of stopping, instead it became even more powerful.

His body swelled up, and soon it expanded to about ten feet in radius. The next moment, it was about to explode into blood mist.

Seeing this scene, Ye Yang frowned slightly.

The Blood and Bone Venerable actually attacked him directly from across who knows how many miles of land.

The other party obviously doesn't want to reveal his information.

Ye Yang reacted, quickly formed seals with his hands, chanted a spell, and countless sword beams and sword threads filled the air. Then the sword and the sword combined and flew up, forming a mysterious light shield.

Envelop this person in it.

In Ye Yang's light shield, the man's body, which had expanded to the limit, was slowly compressed to its normal size.

But, the next moment.

Finally, it could not withstand the internal pressure and let out a deafening explosion.

Bang!
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, turning into bone fragments.

It immediately turned into a blood mist that spread out.

"What a cruel method!"

Ye Yang's voice was solemn.

"He is indeed not an easy person to deal with."

However, when he used this man's body to fight, he had already found the opponent's position.

now.

In an unknown dark space, blood was surging like boiling lava, and countless resentful souls were wailing and dancing in it.

A figure hiding in the darkness suddenly opened his blood-red eyes.

As his eyes opened, the entire space seemed to become an endless purgatory.

suddenly.

An extremely sharp sword energy suddenly emerged from the sea of ​​blood, and then passed through the waves.

Like a sharp blade that broke through the void, it rushed straight to where he was.

"who?"

When Venerable Xuegu felt the sword energy coming, an unprecedented sense of panic surged in his heart.

The sword energy was so sharp that it seemed to be able to break through the space.

In addition, he felt a sense of familiarity.

That was the aura of the cultivator he had seen on Niumo River before.

He understood immediately.

This is the monk who just traced back to his own location through the death of that person.

"How can it be!"

The body of the Blood Bone Master trembled involuntarily.

He hurriedly mobilized the power of the surrounding sea of ​​blood, trying to build layers of defense to resist the sword energy.

However, it was all too late.

The sword energy suddenly split into two, two into four, and then four into eight, just like a fairy scattering flowers. Soon, the infinite sword light filled the entire space.
It penetrated through layer after layer of blood-colored barriers and went straight into the body of the Blood and Bone Master.

"what!"

The Blood and Bone Master roared in pain.

At this moment, countless sword energies penetrated into his body, wreaking havoc in his body, destroying everything they could touch.

This is not just an attack, it is more like a curse, a torment that can penetrate deep into the soul.

He felt that his vitality was being drained away bit by bit, and his strength was rapidly fading.

"Such terrifying strength, such a strong aura, could this person be the master of both swords and sabers from Feitian Sect?"

“Even a cultivator at the Tiangang realm would find it difficult to break through such a long space and directly cut the sword energy on me.”

"Unless, unless the other party has already touched the threshold of the Dharma Realm."

A thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

The realm of Dharmadhatu is the realm that countless cultivators are constantly pursuing.

In the vast world of cultivation, there are countless cultivators like a swarm of fish crossing the river, and only a very small number of cultivators can touch this level.

Once entering the Dharma Realm, the cultivator's power will undergo a qualitative leap, and even be able to affect the space itself.

At this moment, the reason why these thousands of sword energies were able to cross the long distance and hit him accurately.

This means that the other party is just getting in touch with this field.

Thinking of this, an unprecedented sense of crisis arose in Venerable Xuegu's heart.

"damn it!"

Venerable Xuegu gnashed his teeth, his heart filled with anger and unwillingness.

But he also knew that now was not the time to be angry, but to find a solution as soon as possible.

This sword energy is not just a simple attack, it also carries a special mark.

This imprint can continuously track and locate one's position.

Just when Master Xuegu was feeling desperate.

A dark and ghostly figure suddenly emerged from the void, bringing with it a suffocating and cold aura.

Accompanied by the appearance of this figure.

The temperature in this desolate land dropped suddenly, and even the air seemed to freeze.

"Venerable Blood and Bone, I told you not to act rashly, but you didn't trust me, You Ming Huang Quan. Now look what happened, you've been beaten up like a drowned dog."

The man who had just appeared casually extended a hand.

With a slight flick of his fingertips, the sword energy that was wrapped around the Blood and Bone Master was dissolved and turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated into the invisible.

Venerable Xuegu felt the restraints in his body disappear, and he heaved a sigh of relief. He quickly bowed to the man.

"Thank you for your help, if you hadn't arrived in time, I would have been unable to escape this disaster."

The man nodded slightly, but his eyes became sharper: "The person who can make you feel so threatened must be no ordinary person. Tell me, who is he?"

Venerable Xuegu was startled and did not dare to hide anything: "This man's name is Ye Yang, he is Feitian Sect's master of both swords and sabers, and it is said that he has touched the threshold of the Dharma Realm."

Upon hearing this name, Venerable Netherworld Huangquan's expression changed slightly.

This name has long been famous in the world of cultivation, not only because of his cultivation as Tiangang Zhenren, but also because he has reached an extremely deep realm in the way of swords and sabers.

Both the way of the sword and the way of the knife have amazing killing power, especially when the opponent is a practitioner of both sword and knife.

The power that erupts from this is by no means as simple as one plus one equals two.

"Ye Yang..." The man pondered for a moment.

"It seems that you are in big trouble this time." However, the other party is now entrenched in Feitian Gate, and the Netherworld Huangquan army can hardly advance an inch. I, Netherworld Huangquan, will naturally not sit idly by. "

Upon hearing this, Venerable Xuegu felt a little calmer.

He knew very well that there were countless masters in the underworld and the Yellow Springs, and there was also a Taoist ancestor in charge, so there might still be a glimmer of hope.

……

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(End of this chapter)