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

Bai Zizhen's face gradually regained some of its redness.

He felt the warm power flowing slowly in his body, repairing the scars accumulated over the years.

It also nourishes his vitality.

At this moment, my spirits were lifted.

As time goes by.

After swallowing the longevity pill, Bai Zizhen's originally haggard face gradually regained its color.

The breathing also became much smoother.

About half an hour later.

Bai Zizhen slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were bright and full of vitality.

"I feel that the Qi and blood in my body are gradually recovering!"

Bai Zizhen said softly, exhaled a breath, and felt much more comfortable.

Hearing this, Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and his worry gradually eased.

"Thank you, Masato."

Bai Zi is really grateful
Ye Yang spoke in a gentle tone.

"Uncle Bai, we have been friends for many years, so why do we need to say such polite words?"

"It is my greatest wish that you can be safe this time."

"It's a good thing that your blood and qi have recovered now, and your body is getting better, but remember not to rush things, and you need to take care of yourself gradually."

Hearing this, Bai Zizhen's eyes reddened slightly, and he held Ye Yang's hand tightly, unable to control himself for a moment.

After bidding farewell to Bai Zizhen, Ye Yang returned to the quiet room to practice in seclusion.

Although he didn't know when the trip to the Sea of ​​Blood would take place, according to Ye Yang's speculation, it would probably be soon.

In the quiet room, Ye Yang sat cross-legged and took out a yellow scroll.

Although the scroll is a bit worn out, an invisible sword energy still emanates from it.

Although it has not been taken out yet, the sword energy is fierce.

It is about to drift into the space.

As soon as he unfolded the scroll of Tianya Sword Finger, the sword energy rang out in the sky and earth.

It was as if countless sharp swords were crisscrossing in the air, making crisp metal collision sounds that were extremely frightening.

Ye Yang read it carefully, and an extremely sharp sword energy came towards him.

Each character is like a key, unlocking the hidden acupoints in the meridians in his body.

Ye Yang sat cross-legged with a focused look. At this moment, all the sword energy gathered at his fingertips.

Surrounded by spiritual energy, Ye Yang's fingers emanated a faint indestructible light.

A gentle breeze blew.

The grass and trees beside Ye Yang swayed gently, as if they were also affected by this spiritual energy.

Following Ye Yang's breathing.

The spiritual energy around him seemed to come alive, flickering with light and slowly sinking into his body.

"Tianya Sword Finger" ranks 93rd in the Taoist magic rankings. Every style and every move contains profound sword meaning.

He started practicing from the basics, feeling the sword energy flowing in his hands.

With every swing of the sword.

Ye Yang could feel the sword energy gradually merging with the magic power in his body to form a new kind of power.

Each move of "Tianya Sword Finger" is like a flowing painting, perfectly combining the sword intent with the power of nature.

Ye Yang closed his eyes and immersed his mind in swordsmanship.

Gradually, he seemed to be in a boundless ocean of sword energy.

In the darkness, a sword finger suddenly appeared in my mind, and then moved slightly.

Each sword was like lightning that cut through the sky, flashing through the air, sharp and precise.

In this dark world.

Ye Yang seemed to have transformed into a sword.

Every point of advice is a breakthrough to one’s own limits.

As time passed, Ye Yang's sword skills became more and more proficient.

Every move and every action is smooth and natural.

For a moment, all the natural forces in the world were at his disposal.

The stars change with the rising and setting of the sun.

When Ye Yang opened his eyes again, there was a flash of light in his eyes that he had never seen before.

He stood up and slowly raised the sword in his hand. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, making a slight sound.

He took a deep breath, then thrust his finger forward again.

This finger was like a sword, leaving a long sword light in the air.

The light was like lightning breaking through the air, striking a mountain cliff ahead.

In an instant, there was a "click" sound.

The huge cliff was split into two halves by a sword, but the sword's power was still there.

Continue to extend forward a few feet.

It flashed in the air and finally dissipated into the air.

Ye Yang kept adjusting his breathing, integrating his mind with the finger technique.

Gradually, each swing of the sword became smoother and more natural.

Wherever the tip of the sword passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a slight sound of breaking through the air, and even time began to fluctuate slightly.

"hiss!"

Ye Yang immediately felt the unusualness of this martial art.

This sword finger is not only extremely powerful, but also has the mysterious power to control space.

"Practicing the "Tianya Sword Finger" requires a very high level of spatial perception, which allows one to accurately sense the spatial fluctuations around him."

“It even requires predicting changes in space to a certain extent. This is an insurmountable obstacle for most monks.”

“In addition to spatial perception, one also needs to be able to grasp the subtle changes in the flow of time in an instant, which places extremely high demands on the mind.

"During the practice, any distracting thoughts may lead to failure or even to insanity."

At this moment, Ye Yang was calm and tried his best to eliminate all interference.

He would sit in meditation before each practice.

Let your mind reach a state of extreme tranquility.

In this state, he can better perceive the spatial fluctuations around him and capture the subtle changes in time.

As the number of exercises increases.

Ye Yang's understanding of "Tianya Sword Finger" is also deepening.

Every time he tried to draw his sword.

They all try to feel the distortion of space and the passage of time, trying to merge themselves with them.

Every successful attempt made Ye Yang feel as if he was controlling his arms with his body, his fingers with his arms, and the direction of his sword, as if he could break the shackles of time and space.

Gradually, each command was issued.

The air around them was rippling with visible ripples.

The space was cut by the sharp sword energy.

Tiny dust particles in the surrounding dust.

The moment he swung his sword was frozen, like the stars in the universe, dominated by his sword intent.

Ye Yang was immersed in this wonderful state, and he could perceive it clearly.

My connection with this world becomes closer and closer, and every breath I take can resonate with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

The sword finger was no longer just a cold weapon, but became an extension of his body.

Ye Yang closed his eyes and concentrated all his attention on the sword in his hand.

Feeling the increasingly close connection between the tip of the sword and space.

When Ye Yang opened his eyes again, they were shining brightly and an unusual aura emanated from his whole body.

"In that case, this time when the sword appears, I will try to see if I can affect the surrounding space-time structure while striking the sword."

Ye Yang muttered to himself, then took a deep breath.

The whole person seems to be integrated with the surrounding environment.

He flicked his finger lightly, and a sword mark appeared in the air. The sword mark was like a thin line, sharp and precise.

Space twisted slightly, forming a tiny crack, as if the tip of a sword had cut through space and time itself.

The sword mark condensed in the air and did not disperse.

(two)

The next moment, it suddenly expanded from one to three, then three to nine, and from three to nine, and nine became eighty-one.

The sword marks became more and more numerous, as if countless sharp swords intertwined and densely covered the air, forming a sword net.

Ye Yang stood with his fingers retracted, watching the tiny cracks left by his fingertips gradually return to their original state.

"It is indeed worthy of being a Taoist magical power. Even though it has not yet entered the door, it has such power. It is indeed extraordinary."

Ye Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Even so, the current tenacious fate still did not remind this Tianya Sword Finger that it had entered the entry level.

This shows that he has not yet practiced this to a certain level.

"It is said that if one cultivates the highest level of the Tianya Sword Finger, one can use one's fingers to cut through cracks in space and enter and exit at will. I really don't know what that would be like."

Ye Yang thought of the record of the sword finger, and a glimmer of longing flashed through his mind.

at this time.

In the distance, a white light came from the sky, fell from the sky, directly passed through the Feitian Gate's Yin-Yang Guixu Formation, and landed on Ye Yang's shoulder.

Ye Yang held the white light in his hand, and then a white jade slip appeared in the white light.

When the leaf was unfolded, it was written on it.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, the time for the Sea of ​​Blood has come, one month from now, on the night of the full moon. We will go there together then, so please don't break your promise. - Respectfully submitted by Zhi Tianji" After Ye Yang finished reading the letter, he was slightly shocked, and the jade slip in his hand had turned into powder.

"Sure enough, the day of the sea of ​​blood has finally arrived."

Ye Yang turned around and walked to a huge rock, taking out the Yinsui Knife from his waist.

At this moment, he held the hilt of the knife with both hands, closed his eyes, and felt the familiar and warm breath coming from the knife.

After a moment, Ye Yang slowly opened his eyes and his gaze became deep.

"Yin Sui Dao, you have been with me for many years. This time is very important. I hope you and I can make progress together."

At this moment, he seemed to sense Ye Yang's intention.

The blade of Yinsui's sword shook slightly, and suddenly a deafening dragon roar sounded.

Letting the Yinsui Knife float freely in front of him like a swimming fish, Ye Yang took out a small jade box from his arms and gently opened it.

Inside lay a piece of metal that was only the size of a finger and emitted a faint purple glow.

It was the Gengjin purple copper that he had accidentally obtained at the Star Conference not long ago.

This small piece of Gengjin purple copper is quite rare. Ye Yang put it aside and observed it carefully. He found that its surface was as smooth as a mirror, and there seemed to be countless flowing galaxies inside, which was mysterious and unpredictable.

next moment.

Ye Yang took a deep breath, placed the Yinsui Knife in his hand flat on the ground, and then placed the Gengjin purple copper on the blade.

Then, he sat cross-legged, put his hands together, and touched the blade and the Gengjin purple copper with his palms facing each other.

As Ye Yang's breathing gradually slowed down, the powerful magic power belonging to the Tiangang realm flowed out from his palms and gradually penetrated into the Yinsui Knife and Gengjin Purple Copper.

With the infusion of Tiangang magic power.

Subtle changes began to occur between the blade and the metal block.

A faint light gradually emanated from the place where the two touched.

As time went by, the light became brighter and brighter, as if an invisible force was driving the fusion of the two.

After a while, the Gengjin purple copper turned into a flowing, shiny copper slurry.

Then, the blade wrapped around the Yinsui Knife spread out.

The temperature in my hands gradually increased.

But Ye Yang did not retreat. Instead, he increased the output of his magic power, trying to better control the whole process.

The water flow formed by the light not only wrapped around the Yinsui Knife, but also gradually penetrated into the interior of the blade, as if it was slowly rotating in search of some specific path.

Ye Yang's heart beat faster.

He could feel that the material of the Yinsui Knife was undergoing subtle changes, as if an ancient rune had been activated.

Tiny points of light flickered inside the blade.

Amidst the dazzling light, a faint force of time filled the air.

The molten copper of Gengjin purple copper keeps flowing through the blade.

Constantly improving the material of the Yinsui Knife.

The sharp light became stronger and stronger, as if the space could not bear such a force, and tiny cracks began to appear.

These cracks are not real physical damage, but a phenomenon of space distortion.

It's like ripples in the river of time, gently spreading out in the void.

As time went by, the light became brighter and brighter, as if an invisible force was driving the fusion of the two.

Ye Yang closed his eyes tightly and concentrated on controlling the flow of magic power to ensure that every bit of power could act on the target accurately.

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from the intersection of the blade and the Gengjin purple copper, illuminating the surrounding mountains and forests.

Those lights are mixed with various colors, as gorgeous as a rainbow.

Ye Yang felt the blade in his hand vibrate slightly.

This moment is crucial, and any carelessness may result in all efforts being wasted.

The next moment, the Yinsui Knife vibrated slightly.

Like a dragon's roar,
A long dragon roar was heard.

Shake the sky.

Wait until the sound fades away.

The light around gradually faded.

The boundary between the blade and the Gengjin purple copper became blurred, and finally merged completely into one.

"Almost there, the last step!"

Ye Yang concentrated on controlling the flow of magic power.

The magic power of the Tiangang realm possesses endless power.

Ye Yang could clearly feel at this moment that the Yinsui Knife was like a long-awaited rain after a long drought, greedily absorbing the essence of magic power and Gengjin purple copper.

The light was like thin silk threads, weaving between the blade and the copper, gradually connecting the two tightly together.

Every bit of magic power injected is like building a bridge between the two.

Mysterious patterns began to emerge on the originally simple blade of the Yinsui Sword. These patterns contrasted with the texture of the Gengjin purple copper, as if an ancient totem was reviving.

The copper was also changing. Its originally hard edges were gradually softening, and the fusion with the Yinsui Knife seemed to be a natural whole, with no sense of incongruity.

Suddenly, the light became brighter, like a scorching sun blooming in Ye Yang's hands.

The strong light caused the surrounding space to fluctuate, and Ye Yang felt as if he was in the center of a vortex of spiritual energy.

He clenched his teeth, veins bulged on his forehead, and increased the output of his magic power.

At this critical moment, there is no room for slackness. He knows very well that if the fusion fails, not only will the Yinsui Sword be damaged, but he himself will also suffer backlash.

After an unknown amount of time, the light began to fade away, receding like the tide.

Ye Yang slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was the brand new Yinsui Knife.

The blade is as cold as frost, the sound of the knife is like a dragon's roar, and the water is cut into threads.

The colors are intertwined with blood and red, and the appearance is ferocious. The handle is as black as ink, while the direction of the blade is as bright as white snow, like the shape of a dragon. The sharp blades are all over the body and are slightly reversed, forming a perfect arc.

The blade becomes more slender, with smooth and elegant lines, like a dragon ready to strike.

Gengjin purple copper is perfectly inlaid in it, and extending from the handle to the tip of the knife is a lively purple-gold dragon pattern.

Like flowing liquid, it constantly changes its shape. It is both exquisite and mysterious, making it impossible to take your eyes off it.

The blade exudes a powerful and mysterious aura.

Ye Yang waved lightly.

A dazzling light burst out from the intersection of the blade and the Gengjin purple copper, seeming to be able to easily cut through the air, making a slight sound of breaking through the air and illuminating the surrounding mountains and forests.

The light is not dazzling, but instead gives people a gentle yet irresistible sense of power.

"Now, the Yinsui Dao is no longer the Yinsui Dao of the past."

Ye Yang stood up and clenched the Yinsui Knife in his hand. At this moment, it seemed that he was no longer just holding the knife, but holding a sense of confidence.

People say that the sword is the king of all weapons, and it is true.

In addition, there is a force of time surging into my heart.

That is the wisdom and strength accumulated over countless years.

It seems to allow people to instantly see through the changes in the world and understand the various possibilities of the future.

Ye Yang closed his eyes and felt the power brought to him by the Yinsui Knife.

His heart became unusually calm.

At this moment, the Yinsui Knife trembled slightly in his hand.

It seems to be responding to its master's determination and preparing to meet all the challenges that are coming.

"It has finally been promoted to a meridian-suppressing treasure."

Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief and felt more confident about his journey to the sea of ​​blood.

He knew that with this meridian-stabilizing treasure, the Yinsui Sword.

I will definitely be able to walk more steadily and further on the road ahead.

In the following days, Ye Yang has been practicing Tianya Sword Finger and Yinsui Knife. His life is simple and peaceful. He quietly waits for the reply from Zhi Tianji and others.

In the later stages, the Star Conference has become more of a platform for transactions and exchanges between major families and forces.

Ye Yang doesn't need to put in too much energy.

A month later.

early morning.

When the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and fell on the courtyard where Ye Yang lived.

He stood up, walked out of the house, and was about to head to the depths of the sea of ​​blood.

Just then, there were slight footsteps outside the door.

Ye Yang looked up and saw a strange unicorn with an elegant figure and covered in five-colored light slowly walking into the yard.

At this moment, this earth qilin has grown a lot, about the size of a lamb, with earth-yellow scales all over its body, reflecting a warm luster in the sun.

But when he walked, his steps unconsciously resembled those of a human, and his movements also resembled those of an animal.

Its eyes are like two bright ambers and its dragon horns are slanted horizontally, which is quite cute.

It was truly the Qilin, the five earth beasts possessed by the Lord of Spring and Autumn, the will of Heaven.

The Earth Qilin's steps are light.

Every step he took seemed to be stepping on the void, without raising a trace of dust.

"Fellow Daoist Ye."

When Tu Qilin spoke, his voice was like a mountain spring, clear and yet somewhat majestic.

"I am here to discuss something."

Ye Yang stood up.

"I wonder if senior has any advice?"

Tu Qilin looked around and confirmed that there were no outsiders before speaking slowly.

"If my guess is correct, you are going to the Netherworld Blood Sea this time, right? It is a very dangerous place. You will face many dangers when you go there."

Ye Yang was a little confused. The trip to the sea of ​​blood and the secret agreement between him, Zhi Tianji and others were not known to outsiders.

How could he know? (End of this chapter)