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

The sharp aura of the magic knife has already injured the Sword Demon Ape.

In an instant, a golden light surged out from his palm and transformed into countless fine silk threads, entwining the magic knife.

These silk threads are all magical golden threads condensed from Ye Yang’s magic power in the Dharma Realm.

Incomparably tough, as soon as these magical golden threads touched the magic sword, they immediately vibrated violently.

The magic sword seemed to feel threatened, and the red light on the blade became even hotter, as if it was going to melt the gold threads.

However, the magical golden thread emitted by Ye Yang was extremely tough, and no matter how the magic knife struggled, it could not break free from its restraints.

At the same time, Monk Jingchuan finally took action.

He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, chanting the Heart Purification Mantra in a low voice.

As the mantra sounded, streams of pure Buddhist power emanated from Monk Jingchuan and filled the entire space.

This power is not as violent as the Sword Demon Ape, but is full of tranquility and peace, as if it can soothe all restless hearts.

The magic knife felt this power, and its originally crazy struggle gradually subsided.

Although the red light on the blade was still dazzling, it was no longer as fierce.

Those strange runes also began to flicker.

At this moment, the lucky dragon bead and a red knife that looked like a natural injury suddenly flew out of Ye Yang's arms and hovered in the air.

This dragon pearl was obtained by Ye Yang from Luo Changsheng many years ago, and it contains powerful power of fortune.

The whole body is crystal clear and emits a soft blue light, just like a star in the night sky.

The dragon bead and the red knife slowly rotated, releasing circles of blue light. These light rings spread out like ripples and enveloped the magic knife.

Each circle of halo carries a gentle yet powerful force, which gradually penetrates into the blade of the magic sword.

The magic sword felt this power, and the originally blazing red light began to slowly fade away, replaced by a layer of faint blue-cold light.

The meditation mantra and the fortune dragon bead work together to form a powerful suppression field.

Under the pressure of this force, the magic knife finally stopped struggling, and the light on the blade completely disappeared, returning to its original dark appearance.

It was suspended quietly in the air, as if fixed by some invisible force.

"It is indeed powerful, worthy of being the vicious creature that brought disaster to the demonic land of the Western Region."

After seeing Mo Dao regain his composure.

Ye Yang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, he carefully examined the magic sword, and suddenly a thought appeared in his mind like a flash of lightning that broke through the night sky.
Ye Yang raised his head suddenly, a hint of astonishment and confusion flashed in his eyes.

He remembered the huge Buddha statue that had appeared in the yellow sand before. The Buddha statue held a long sword in his hand, the blade was cold and the momentum was amazing.

At that time, he did not think much about it, he just felt that the Buddha statue and the knife in his hand were full of mystery.

And now, looking at the magic knife in front of him, Ye Yang suddenly woke up.

The knife in the Buddha's hand was exactly the same as the magic knife! Whether it was the shape, length, or the patterns on the blade, they were almost exactly the same.

However, it was not as full of evil and murderous intent as it is now.

"Could it be..."

Countless possibilities flashed quickly through Ye Yang's mind.

"This evil blade is very strange. I think the Buddha statue is controlled by this evil blade."

"The devil's sword is an evil thing. Perhaps it once lived in the Buddha statue, using the power of the Buddha statue to strengthen itself. It's even possible that the Buddha statue was controlled by it."

"Master."

At this time, Ye Yang seemed to have thought of something and suddenly spoke.

"I don't know if you know anything about Tianfo Lunhui Temple. I always feel that this site is like a huge human body, and we are inside this human body."

Monk Jingchuan smiled slightly, with a deep light flashing in his eyes. He slowly raised his hand and pointed at the stone wall in the distance.

"What the donor said is correct."

Monk Jingchuan's voice was deep and powerful.

"It is said that in ancient times, a demon fell from the sky and turned into rocks. This demon was huge, stretching across a thousand miles. Its body turned into the mountains and rivers of this land. Its head was buried deep under the ruins."

"The monks of Tianfo Lunhui Temple found the location of the demon's head, and then used it as the foundation to build the Thousand Buddha Caves here." "The place where we are now is very likely the head of that demon."

Monk Jingchuan's voice became serious.

"This demon sword monster fell from the sky and appeared in the Great Snow Mountain in the Western Regions. It quickly came here. I suspect it has something to do with that demon."

Ye Yang nodded, and at this time he thought of the mysterious cave in the imperial mausoleum of the Dayun Dynasty where Ren Taxian lived after faking her death.

Seems to be somewhat similar to here.

Is it also the body of some alien demon?

Even, is there any connection between it and the monsters here?

However, these are just speculations, and they involve many secrets that are not convenient for outsiders to know.

There are definitely many secrets hidden in this cave, but now is not a good time to explore.

Ye Yang just thought for a while and then quickly made a decision.

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"Quick, turn the Tongtian Spiritual Ship around and fly back to Feitian Gate."

Following his order, everyone immediately took action.

The Tongtian Spirit Ship shook slightly, then slowly came to its senses and rushed towards the direction of Feitian Gate.

The scene outside the boat changed rapidly. The originally gloomy yellow sand and caves were gradually left behind, replaced by a sunny sky and a vast land.

As the Tongtian Spirit Ship broke through the clouds and sunlight filled the entire ship, Ye Yang's tense nerves finally relaxed. He let out a long sigh, and a slightly relaxed expression appeared on his face.

Ye Yang stood on the Tongtian Spirit Ship, the sunlight shining on his slightly tired but still resolute face.

He opened his palm, and inside it lay a jet-black magic knife.

Even in the sunlight, the entire knife is a deep black color, as if it has absorbed all the darkness in the world, giving people a heavy and mysterious feeling.

The next moment, with the infusion of Ye Yang's magic power, the knife quickly became three feet long and as wide as a palm.

The overall lines are smooth and graceful, and the surface is covered with a layer of delicate scaly texture, as if it is the incarnation of dragon scales, like a sleeping black dragon.

The blade is extremely sharp and flashes coldly even in the sun. The handle is made of black jade, with a surface as smooth as a mirror and a warm touch.

Several golden silk threads are wrapped around the handle, interwoven into complex patterns. At the end there is an exquisite dragon head carving, which is lifelike with bright eyes.

Whenever Ye Yang injected magic power into the dragon head, its eyes would light up slightly.

"rise!"

Ye Yang was controlling the magic sword, but before he could exert much strength, a layer of faint black mist spread around the magic sword. This mist was not a physical entity, but was condensed from the powerful sword energy in the sword.

It turns into black ribbons floating in the air; sometimes it disperses and blends into the surrounding air, as if it has become one with the heaven and earth.

It seemed that in the next moment, this sword energy would instantly burst out, forming black blades of light, cutting through the air and making a low whistling sound.

Every swing was accompanied by a powerful pressure, as if it could crush any enemy that stood in its way.

"It's truly extraordinary."

Ye Yang sighed and took out the Yinsui Knife again. After the fight just now, the Yinsui Knife looked weak and limp. There were even a few wears on the handle, revealing the metal texture underneath.

The originally tightly wrapped silk thread was loose in a few places and looked a little worn.

As for the blade, there were several gaps on it.

The devil's sword seemed to be able to restrain all tangible swords in the world. The Red Maple Sword did not suffer such serious damage in the collision with it just now.

At this time, Monk Jingchuan came over.

"Congratulations, fellow Taoist. Congratulations, fellow Taoist."

Ye Yang glanced at him and then spoke.

"I wonder if I can read the Vajra Sword Refining Sutra that the master just talked about."

Monk Jingchuan nodded slowly.

"Since the donor is so sincere, I will certainly help you. Please look, this is the Vajra Sword Refining Sutra."

(End of this chapter)