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

And within the ancient Qilin clan.

Ye Yang was holding the Evil King Sword, feeling the surging power in the sword.

At this moment, the Evil King's Sword is wild and unbridled. Holding this sword in hand, it seems that a thrilling battle is about to begin.

During this period of time, Ye Yang has been feeling the power and strength of the Evil King's Sword.

As long as he holds this knife in his hand, Ye Yang has a feeling of being able to roam the world and look down on others at will.

Even Ye Yang could produce a strange resonance with the mysterious evil power in the knife with just a slight movement.

This sword combines the power of the Yinsui Sword.

Although Ye Yang already had a Star-Breaking Sword Box in his hand, that sword box could release thousands of sword lights, but after all, it was not something he could refine. Although it was powerful, it was far less convenient to use than the Evil King Sword in his hand.

Over the past few months, Ye Yang was familiarizing himself with the Evil King's Sword while taking the opportunity to comprehend the incomplete Yuanshen Taoist weapon sent by the ancient Qilin clan.

He had previously made an agreement with the ancient Qilin clan that as long as he could cure the Qilin ancestor, the other party would take out a damaged spiritual artifact to help him comprehend the power of the soul.

Later, Ye Yang and the ancestor of the ancient Qilin clan hit it off at first sight. After Ye Yang treated the other party, the Qilin ancestor gave him twelve mountain and sea pearls.

There are twelve Mountain and Sea Pearls in a set, which contain the power of mountains and seas. Each one is a top-notch meridian-suppressing treasure. When the twelve are put together, they are not inferior to ordinary spiritual instruments.

Later, the ancient Qilin clan gave him a broken Yuanshen Taoist weapon as a token of gratitude.

This item is a small bracelet made of Taoist Qilin bones. It is golden in color and each bead is as crystal clear as jade. It retains the powerful vitality of the Qilin clan and emits a faint golden light in the sun.

Only a few strings of beads were slightly broken and covered with many cracks, but the spiritual power inside was still there.

This bracelet is not a magic weapon for attack or defense, but it has the effect of nourishing the qi and blood of cultivators. After wearing it, Ye Yang can feel a gentle force slowly flowing into his body, nourishing his meridians and internal organs. Although it does not have great power, it is equally powerful.

Ye Yang has been reborn in the past few months in the Qilin Ancient Clan.

The ancient Qilin clan is a large hidden clan, with rugged rocks everywhere and waterfalls cascading down.

Ye Yang sat cross-legged under the waterfall, letting the mighty water flow hit his body. The aura in his body was like a surging wave. In his hand was the Evil King's Sword, and the sword intent came out and moved slightly.

Wherever the blade passed, the air would make a slight tearing sound, the space would create waves, and the vast blue sea would stagnate.

There was even a wave of air that seemed to be real and spread out in all directions. This feeling was unprecedented.

Holding the Evil King's Sword, Ye Yang felt that the sword seemed to have its own will. It seemed to have its own will, and this kind of spirituality was far beyond Ye Yang's imagination.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Ye Yang could even hear a low roar coming from the knife, as if it was hiding endless resentment and anger.

What shocked Ye Yang the most was that when his state of mind reached a certain harmony with the Evil King's Sword, he would see some fragmentary illusions.

The bloody battlefield, the dead monks, the burning ruins and the sect...

Everything is so real.

In his spare time, Ye Yang would accompany Tu Qilin.

This Earth Qilin has a sturdy body, with earth-yellow scales all over its body shining with a warm luster, and the horn on its forehead exudes a mysterious aura.

Before, he was only the size of a calf, but during this period of time, his body size has grown by one third.

On this day, Ye Yang felt that the time had come, so he went to the residence of Qilin Ancestor and said goodbye to him.

The Qilin Ancestor was resting with his eyes closed in the courtyard. When he heard footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you are here."

Ye Yang bowed respectfully and said, "Old Ancestor, I am grateful for your kindness. During this period of time, I have gained a lot in the Qilin Ancient Clan. Now that your injuries have healed a lot, it is time for me to say goodbye."

The old ancestor nodded slightly, his eyes full of understanding: "I have expected this day to come. Daoist friend, wait a moment, I will send someone to take you back."

Ye Yangsu was not a person who liked ostentation. After hearing this, he thanked him again and politely declined.

Just after Ye Yang left, the Qilin Patriarch felt the evil, arrogant, ferocious and domineering aura from Ye Yang, and his eyes couldn't help but shrink.

"It seems that the flamboyant sword intent some time ago really came from this mysterious Fellow Daoist Ye."

His eyes were slightly closed, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

On this day, Ye Yang officially left the ancient Qilin clan.

As the Earth Qilin had just become a disciple, he was making rapid progress. During this period, he had not yet learned what the Qilin ancestor had taught him, so he stayed in the ancient Qilin clan.

Ye Yang came at full speed along the way, as fast as lightning. After a while, he saw the gate of Feitianmen.

After Ye Yang returned to Feitianmen, he plunged into cultivation. He had always been a hard-working cultivator. This time, he traveled to the ancient Qilin clan and saw that the ancient Qilin clan was so powerful, but they were still gods and afraid of attracting the causal winds and rains of the outside world, so they hid in the corners of the cultivation world.

It also gave him a sense of urgency.

Every day, he would face the sky with his five hearts facing upwards, his eyes tightly closed, and the aura circulate throughout his body, trying his best to transform his magic power into spiritual power.

This process is like rowing against the current. Every bit of progress requires tremendous effort and depends entirely on persistence day after day. It is a real arduous process.

In the quiet room, the candlelight flickered, and Ye Yang's face flickered in the light and shadow.

He was breathing evenly, but his brows were slightly furrowed and beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead.

Magic power surges through the meridians like a turbulent river, trying to break through obstacles and transform into more condensed spiritual power.

The transformation of this power not only tests the foundation of his cultivation, but also tempers his will.

Day after day, Ye Yang immersed himself in the world of cultivation.

Until that day, when he was practicing his skills as usual, a strange wave suddenly surged in his body, as if an invisible force was pulling him.

Ye Yang suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, he stood up and headed towards a certain direction of Feitian Gate.

Wangyue Mountain is located to the east of Feitianmen. It is a towering mountain surrounded by clouds and mist.

When Ye Yang started practicing, this place was a gathering place for many independent practitioners.

But later, after the turmoil of the Longevity Barrier and the great battles between many True Man Realm monks, the mountains were shattered, the spiritual veins dissipated, and they became exhausted.

But time is the best restorer. After hundreds of years of baptism, Wangyue Mountain has regained new vitality.

The power of nature is quietly repairing the scars of the earth. Green plants are growing again between the broken rocks, and clear springs are flowing through the valleys again, bringing vitality and hope.

The most gratifying thing is that the spiritual energy in the mountains has gradually become richer. Wangyue Mountain has regained its former tranquility and beauty, and has become a rare place for cultivation.

The grass and trees are lush, the birds are singing, and the flowers are fragrant. Occasionally, you can see some monks walking around, either meditating or searching for precious medicinal herbs and materials.

When Ye Yang came to Wangyue Mountain, he could feel a deep sense of belonging.

Every inch of land here witnessed his growth from a fledgling monk to a real monk.

Especially when he thought of the chaos of demons in the past and the battle in the longevity barrier, that was his first life-and-death battle after he had just broken through to the warrior realm. Many cultivators had long been submerged in the traces of time.

Ye Yang climbed to the top of the mountain and looked into the distance. He saw the whole mountain below Wangyue Mountain covered with red clouds, like beautiful clouds pouring down from the sky.

The blazing light dances freely among the mountains like a nimble fire snake.

At the same time, the space began to become unstable. The air seemed to be kneaded by an invisible hand, making a buzzing sound.

The mountains in the distance appear and disappear in the distorted space, as if they will be swallowed up by this force at any time.

"open!"

Ye Yang tapped lightly, and he suddenly opened his eyes. Two golden and red sword beams shot out of his eyes and shot straight into the space in front of him.

At the same time, he pushed his hands forward, and the Evil King's Sword transformed into a black magic wheel that whizzed out and actually forcibly opened up that piece of space.

The light wheel collided with the black shadow, making a deafening sound.

The entire space seemed to be torn apart by this force, and huge cracks appeared.

The strong light illuminated the entire Wangyue Mountain, making it impossible to look directly at it.

When the light gradually dissipated, Ye Yang slowly stood up and entered this space.

And just after Ye Yang's figure disappeared.

The evil aura on the Evil King's Sword gradually disappeared without a trace, the space closed up, and gradually returned to calm.

At this moment, just after Ye Yang disappeared from this space.

In the mysterious Beast Demon Sect.

When Yan Qingying finally climbed up to the cloud-shrouded and majestic main peak, the strong wind suddenly howled up as if disturbed by her arrival.

The main peak of the Beast Demon Sect is incomparably tall, reaching into the sky and hidden in the mist.

At this moment, she was standing on the top of the mountain. The strong wind was like countless angry beasts, running and roaring wildly on the peak, making her clothes rustle and her hair fly wildly.

She looked around and saw that the people from the four palaces of Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Black Tortoise had already gathered here. (End of this chapter)