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

At the same time, Ye Yang looked at the man who fell to the ground.

From what he just said, it seemed that this person's name was Chongyangzi.

Just now.

In the blink of an eye, Tianya Sword Master swung out, and a sword aura as powerful as thunder pierced through the sky.

It finally condenses in the void without dispersing.

Chongyangzi is also extremely powerful.

Otherwise, after he used the Qiankun Belly, those people would not have been swallowed into his mouth without even the slightest resistance.

However, this person is in front of Ye Yang.

He had no power to fight back and was knocked to the ground by Ye Yang with just one finger.

The gluttonous mouth, which was originally open, closed, and several human figures fell out from between its teeth.

After these people escaped from the tiger's mouth, they were all shocked.

After seeing Ye Yang, he quickly tidied up his messy clothes and spoke.

"Thank you, senior, for the rescue."

"We would like to thank you for saving our lives."

"I've met senior."

Ye Yang nodded, but did not focus his attention on these people. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the Taoist who fell to the ground.

"Are you the protector of the Taiqing Immortal Palace ruins?"

When Ye Yang heard the other party's self-introduction, he felt a little confused and spoke.

"Yes, it is me. Please let me go, senior."

"What you just said is not true."

Ye Yang took a step closer and pointed in the air.

After he pointed his finger, countless clouds and winds gathered between heaven and earth, as if pulled by an invisible force, and quickly gathered at Ye Yang's fingertips.

At this moment, the wind and clouds fell, and the whole space was filled with a sense of oppression.

Ye Yang's fingers.

It seemed to no longer be a finger, but an indestructible and extremely sharp sword.

Especially since the tip of the sword was only a hair's breadth away from his neck.

As long as Ye Yang is willing, he may die at any time.

Chongyangzi's expression suddenly became solemn.

"Senior, I."

Seeing that he was not answering sincerely, Ye Yang turned the sword in his hand slightly to another direction before he could continue speaking.

After a sword energy fell from his hand, it circled around the opponent's face.

The old Taoist priest's white beard immediately fell to the ground.

The skin on his face was brushed off, and it became bloody.

But what was strange was that after the skin on the other person's face was cut off by the sword energy, he did not cry out in pain.

Instead, there was a slight distortion at the moment of falling.

A strange smell emanated from his body.

After that breath appeared, his facial features suddenly became distorted.

At the same time, a strange breath emanated from his body, as if something was trying to struggle out of him.

Ye Yang immediately became alert and realized that things were not simple.

now.

Chongyangzi's face began to distort and his facial features became blurred, as if some power was trying to break free from his body.

His skin began to turn extremely pale, and the blood vessels under the skin became particularly obvious, as if they were about to burst.

Even the muscles and bones made crackling sounds, as if they were being reorganized.

His body gradually swelled and strange lines appeared on his skin.

These lines looked like some kind of ancient runes, emitting a dim light.

At this moment, in this faint light, his skin color changed slightly from pale to dark under the sunlight, with a strange luster.

One of his eyes was golden, and the other was purple-blue.

Completely different.

"It turns out to be a cultivator from the Illusion Clan!"

Ye Yang snorted coldly. At this moment, he already understood the other party's identity.

He was not unfamiliar with the names of the cultivators from the Illusion Clan.

They are famous for their ability to transform into various monks.

Often they strike and kill when the opponent lets down his guard.

Ye Yang no longer hesitated. He waved his finger with a resolute killing intent and instantly chopped down the monk.

But at the moment of death, a strange smile appeared on the corner of this monk's mouth.

Ye Yang's heart trembled.

I only heard the monk from the Illusion Clan utter a few words with difficulty.

"The Fantasy Clan from outer space will last forever..." Upon hearing this, Ye Yang's face instantly became solemn.

At this moment, I thought of what the Shanhai Diaoyunke from the Yin and Yang world had said before.

The races outside the universe want to harvest the spiritual energy of this world.

Then embark on the road to immortality.

Ye Yang thought for a moment and had made up his mind, especially now that he had broken through to the Dharmakāya realm.

After preparing to find Queen Yama and Zhi Tianji, he thought about returning to Feitian Gate.

After killing the cultivator from the Illusion Clan, Ye Yang turned around and looked at the cultivators who were almost swallowed by Chongyangzi.

These people are not very old, Ye Yang said.

"How did you get in?"

There was a hint of doubt in Ye Yang's eyes. The appearance of the Taiqing Immortal Palace ruins was not as simple as he had imagined.

These people are not very strong.

It is not necessary to enter the Taiqing Immortal Palace.

One of them plucked up the courage, walked over, looked at Ye Yang and spoke.

"Reporting to the senior, after the Taiqing Immortal Palace came into being, the blood sea was shaken, and I don't know how many people got in."

Ye Yang nodded, knowing that the appearance of Taiqing Immortal Palace would undoubtedly attract a large number of cultivators.

I'm afraid that no matter whether it is a powerful cultivator in the realm of true person, or a young cultivator like the ones in front of me.

They all wanted to take the opportunity to enter the Fairy Palace to look for opportunities and treasures.

After bidding farewell to everyone, Ye Yang headed towards the direction of Queen Yama.

Just at this time.

Ye Yang saw the environment ahead again.

Running in the sea of ​​blood,
A burst of shouting and killing came from a distance.

Ye Yang's heart trembled, and his body moved like lightning as he rushed towards the direction where the shouting and killing came from.

When he arrived at the scene, the scene in front of him made his eyes instantly solemn.

The originally tranquil sea of ​​blood has now turned into a tragic battlefield.

The blood surged like a giant angry beast roaring and struggling.

In this surging sea of ​​blood, many monks are fighting a desperate battle with a group of aggressive monks from the Illusion Clan.

Those monks controlled the magical instruments that flashed with various colors of light, turning them into light curtain shields.

Trying to resist the tidal wave of attacks from the extraterritorial demons.

however.

The offensive of these Illusion Clan monks was simply too fierce.

It makes a creepy "sizzling" sound.

Ye Yang put his fingers together and let out a low growl.

"Tianya Sword Finger!"

In an instant, sword energy gushed out from the fingertips, transforming into a dazzling rainbow of sword energy.

This long sword energy created the world and swept towards those cultivators with the momentum of destroying the heavens and the earth.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the air was instantly torn apart, making a sharp explosion sound, as if the space was wailing in pain.

The group of Illusion Clan monks were hit by the sharp sword energy before they could react, and they immediately let out a shrill scream.

His body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Huge blood waves were created in the sea of ​​blood.

Ye Yang's attack was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly attracting the attention of all parties.

"who?"

Ye Yang did not take the call to heart.

Just after breaking through to the level of Dharma Real Person, Ye Yang’s Tianya Sword Finger also reached the entry level.

He was just trying to test the strength of the Tianya Sword.

In an instant.

All of Ye Yang's magic power gathered madly at his fingertips, and the sword energy at his fingertips turned from white to gold.

He pointed far ahead, and a golden sword-shaped light emerged like a dragon emerging from the sea, rushing towards the demon monk with the momentum to destroy the world.

This sword-shaped light continued to split during its flight, instantly transforming into thousands of tiny golden sword auras, covering the Illusion Clan monks like stars in the sky.

The golden sword energy was mixed with Ye Yang's powerful spiritual power at the level of a True Man of Dharma. They intertwined and shuttled with each other, forming an impenetrable sword net.

Some held up shields, while others tried to dodge. These Illusion Clan monks shuttled through the sea of ​​blood like ghosts.

However, the power of the Tianya Sword Finger was too strong, and the golden sword energy fell on the sea of ​​blood like raindrops.

Their defenses were broken in an instant.

Many cultivators had their bodies pierced by the sword energy and turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated in the air.

Only shrill screams echoed over the sea of ​​blood.

(End of this chapter)