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

Ye Yang looked at the skin bag, feeling shocked and angry, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

"Master Yuanyi, if you think I am as easy to control as you think, then you underestimate me."

In fact, it was as early as the kidnapping of Yuan Yidaozu.

Ye Yang already had a plan and confidence in his mind at that time.

Now the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect is about to attack.

It is even more necessary to make all kinds of thorough preparations.

Ye Yang rose from the ground, with the wind and thunder sword wings flashing behind him, and he had already rushed into the sky.

The next moment, the surrounding space was broken by his sword wings. Ye Yang rushed through the space at lightning speed and soon returned to Feitian Gate.

Ye Yang returned to Feitian Gate and had a quick meeting with Gu Xuan.

After the two discussed.

The atmosphere in the entire sect hall was so solemn that it seemed as if water could drip out.

Gu Xuan frowned and paced back and forth in deep thought.

"The Sky-Splitting Sword Sect is extremely powerful, and this Yuan Yidao Patriarch is really insidious. He is now hiding in the dark. I'm afraid he is planning something in the dark, and his plan is not small."

“Is there still room for maneuver now?”

Gu Xuan stroked his beard and said.

"In my opinion, on the one hand, we should strengthen the sect's defense formation and refine and upgrade the Yin-Yang Guixu Formation again."

"On the other hand, we should select elders who are good at speaking and understanding to go and negotiate with the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect and try to resolve the conflict. After all, we are from the same lineage as the Dragon-Suppressing Ridge, so shaking hands and making peace is the best strategy."

Facing the powerful Lietian Sword Sect, he was still a little worried.

Ye Yang thought about it for a while, then shook his head and read various information from the Poison Demon.

At present, the Southern Peak of the Lietian Sword Sect is not only eyeing them covetously.

And more importantly, we can use Feitianmen as a sacrifice.

In addition, he could see more clearly what the other party was planning.

Lu Yu, the sword master of the Southern Peak of the Lietian Sword Sect, has just broken through to the Yuanshen Taoist realm.

In the Lietian Sword Sect, the South Peak and the North Peak are at loggerheads with each other and cannot get along.

This time, the other party has set his sights on Feitian Gate, and I'm afraid he has another idea.

This is to build momentum for the Nanfeng of the Lietian Sword Sect and Lu Yu.

After this battle, the Nanfeng of the Lietian Sword Sect will use the Feitian Sect as a sacrifice, and then it is very likely that it will become independent from the Lietian Sword Sect and establish a new sect again.

The other party came prepared, so it is unlikely that they will want to ease the situation.

At this moment, the candlelight in the master's hall was swaying, and the light and shadows were swaying and jumping on the walls.

"The Sky-Splitting Sword Sect is eyeing us covetously, so we can't give up easily, especially since the Tao'an Market was broken into by the Blood Cloud Demon Lord and his men some time ago, and everyone in the world is waiting to see what the sect thinks."

"This time, we must not only fight against the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect, but also fight beautifully."

Hearing Ye Yang say this, Gu Xuan actually agreed.

"During this period, I have had close contact with the Taixu Taoist sect. If possible, I can go and seek their help." Then, Ye Yang spoke again.

Ye Yang nodded.

In fact, he also had a choice in his heart.

He had previously accidentally connected with the Shanhai Diaoyunke of the Yin and Yang world through the remains of the black and white boy and the residual souls of the Yin and Yang twins.

At that time, the other party had said that the Yin-Yang Realm and the Feitian Sect were cooperating with the intention of seizing the spiritual inspiration of this cultivation world.

Soon, someone will come to Feitianmen to meet with them.

But, I don’t know why.

After waiting for such a long time, I still haven't seen anyone from the other side coming.

This time, I can take this opportunity to explore the other party's willingness to cooperate.

Thinking of this, Ye Yang immediately returned to the quiet room.

In the quiet room, the candlelight flickered and a faint fragrance filled the air.

He pointed with one hand, and two residual souls, one black and one white, flew out from the Yin Yang Guixu Formation.

After the remnant soul appeared beside Ye Yang, he sat cross-legged, formed seals with his hands, and chanted a spell.

After a while, the black and white air flowed rapidly.

As Ye Yang continued to move, the temperature around him seemed to drop a few degrees.

A swirling cloud formed behind him, like a portal to a mysterious world.

Afterwards, under Ye Yang's control, the portal to the black and white Yin and Yang world gradually condensed into shape and turned into a bridge connecting heaven and earth.

With the end of the last spell.

The black and white clouds suddenly fluctuated violently, as if being pulled by some powerful force.

A vicissitudes of life voice emerged from the black and white vortex.

"Friend Ye, long time no see. Why are you suddenly here to summon me?"

Ye Yang opened his eyes and spoke.

"Senior, not long ago, you said that a master from the Yin and Yang world was coming, but after waiting for such a long time, why hasn't anyone come yet?"

Hearing Ye Yang's words, a sigh came from inside the portal.

"To be honest, the situation in the Yin-Yang Realm has been urgent recently. We have been attacked by the True Spirits from outside the domain, and we are short of manpower." "However, we have already solved a lot of problems in the early stage. You suddenly called me, I guess you have encountered some difficult things recently and need my help."

"Don't worry, I still remember the agreement we reached earlier, and I can provide you with support remotely."

Hearing this, Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and the heavy stone in his heart finally fell.

He bowed quickly.

"Thank you, senior! If you can help me when necessary, please do so. The people of Feitian Sect will remember this and never forget it."

"Well, I will remember today's appointment. If you need anything, please let me know."

After Shanhai Diaoyunke finished speaking, he waved his hand gently.

In an instant, the black and white clouds fluctuated violently again, and finally turned into light smoke and dissipated into the air.

When everything returned to calm, Ye Yang sat there and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when Shanhai Diaoyunke disappeared.

Ye Yang suddenly felt something in his heart. He opened his eyes and looked at the vast night sky in front of him.

"What a fast speed!"

"The people from the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect have actually arrived!"

"And it wasn't just one person who came."

Ye Yang sensed it slightly.

I have already sensed the other party's approaching aura.

At this moment, not only Ye Yang, but all the disciples of Feitian Sect had already felt the suffocating pressure in the air.

The Yin-Yang Guixu Formation of the entire Feitian Gate began to operate rapidly.

After the ancient magic circle was activated, it emitted a low humming sound, as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years had awakened.

The runes in the formation flickered with a faint light, and the Eye of Heaven in the middle absorbed spiritual energy, emitting a powerful aura like a whirlpool.

Accompanied by the operation of the Yin Yang Guixu Formation.

The waves on the Luo River were rolling, and the water and sky began to move rapidly. The originally calm river water suddenly became turbulent and the waves were rolling.

A huge vortex also formed, which interacted with the Eye of Heaven.

A faint blue light appeared on the water surface. The two large formations echoed each other, jointly building an indestructible line of defense.

"Get ready to meet the enemy!"

At this moment, as Ye Yang's voice rang out, it was like the sound of a huge bell echoing in Feitian Gate.

After Ye Yang's voice was heard, the entire sect was filled with unquestionable determination.

It makes everyone who hears it feel an inexplicable power.

In the sect, each disciple unfolded the formation flags and quickly took their positions, ready to fight according to the pre-arranged plan.

Ye Yang flew out of the formation, stood in the sky, and looked at the vast night sky outside.

Several people have gathered in front.

Leading the group was an old man in a black robe, with a stern look in his eyes, like an ice knife in the cold winter, making people dare not look directly at him.

The two people behind him are also extraordinary.

His eyes were filled with fierce sword light.

Ye Yang recognized these two people.

One of them is named Zijian, a Dharma Realm master who had just achieved a breakthrough not long ago. He has practiced the Thirteen Cloud Sword, which can be changed in a thousand ways and is extremely powerful.

The other person is Xuankong Zhenren, whose identity and strength are very mysterious. All we know is that he has been in charge of the sword hall in the Lietian Sword Sect for five hundred years.

But no one dared to underestimate him, because the number of True Person Realm cultivators who died at his hands could be counted on two hands, if not twenty.

In this case, it goes without saying that the leader must be the Taoist Yuanshen who has just broken through.

The sword master - Lu Yu.

"My fellow Taoists, I wonder why you came to my Feitian Sect today?"

Ye Yang stood tall in the wind, not afraid of the people coming.

The leader sneered.

"Your Excellency should know this very well."

After finishing speaking, he clenched his fist slightly.

The entire night sky was like an invisible and huge devil's hand, slowly extending from the horizon, gathering the entire huge Feitian Gate into its palm, and then tightly clenching it.

The originally bright stars, as if afraid of the pressure of the dark night, hid themselves early and disappeared without a trace.

The bright moon that usually hangs high in the sky, casting its silver light.

At this moment, it seemed to be tightly covered by a thick ink-colored veil, dim and without any light, with only a few rays of light struggling to shine through.

It was eerily quiet all around.

After that huge fist appeared.

Only the occasional cry of a night owl pierced the sky, sharp and shrill, adding a sense of foreboding to the depressing atmosphere.

But suddenly!

The silence was broken by a subtle but sharp "hissing" sound.

The sound was far away at first, but it came rolling in like a surging tide. (End of this chapter)