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

Then, a ray of light slowly rose from the ground, and in the light, an ancient wooden box gradually emerged.

Ye Yang hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out his hand and held the wooden box.

The moment his fingers touched the wooden box, a deep and majestic breath surged out in an instant.

A warm current spread through his fingertips and throughout his body, and he seemed to be able to feel the powerful power contained in the wooden box.

Ye Yang opened the wooden box.

In the wooden box, there was actually the soul of a dragon, emitting a faint red light from its body. The aura of good fortune and luck continued to flow in, making people feel excited involuntarily.

At this moment, although the Fuyun Dragon Jiao was dead, the long dragon whiskers seemed to be flowing with spiritual charm, and his eyes were closed tightly. After a while, the closed eyes slightly opened, and his eyes were full of star-like spiritual light. The moment he opened his eyes, the spiritual energy around him was turbulent, as if a huge wave was set off.

"This……"

Seeing this lucky dragon soul, Ye Yang couldn't help but gasp. He raised his eyes to look at the sky around him, frowned, and muttered to himself.

"Is there anyone alive in this ruin? But why did you give this thing to me?"

Chen Hao was extremely puzzled. The soul of this Fu Yunlong Jiao contained power beyond imagination. Whether it was used to practice martial arts and absorb the spirit, or as a lucky object to suppress the luck of an area, it had immeasurable value. But why did it appear in this wooden box and be sent to him?

He looked at the lucky dragon soul in his hand. At this moment, the dragon soul seemed to sense something and let out a low dragon roar. Although it had no entity, it made the surrounding air buzz.

Ye Yang's eyes flashed, and he took another look at the huge dragon corpse in front of him, and he took a deep breath.

The soul of this dragon is restless. If not properly handled, something unexpected might happen.

"This lucky dragon is a spiritual creature of heaven and earth. It was born by absorbing the luck of a small world. It can be said to be the representative of the luck of that place. If you force it to swallow and refine it, I'm afraid it will cause a backlash from heaven and earth, and the gain will outweigh the loss."

Ye Yang circulated the internal Qi in his body and carefully sent out a strand of it, trying to establish a connection with the dragon's soul, but that soul seemed to have spirituality and sensed the invasion of external forces.

A strong resistance broke out instantly, like an angry beast, madly attacking Ye Yang's sea of ​​consciousness.

Ye Yang's face turned pale in an instant and cold sweat broke out.

The next moment, he closed the box and carefully put away the remaining soul of the Fortune Dragon.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the surging waves in his heart, raised his eyes and continued to look forward.

Ye Yang walked into the ruins, passed through a dilapidated stone door, and what came into his sight was a scene of desolation.

The once prosperous scene is long gone, leaving only broken walls and ruins. The whole air is filled with an old atmosphere, and it seems that even time has slowed down here.

After walking for a while, the scene in front of me gradually became clear.

But the scene in front of him made Ye Yang open his eyes wide. In the warehouse deep in the ruins, there was a mountain of spiritual food piled up. Each grain was plump and crystal clear, emitting a soft halo and faintly exuding a fairy spirit. Ye Yang took a light breath and felt an indescribable sense of comfort and clarity in his body.

"Could it be the immortals' surplus food?"

These immortal grains are like rice and grains, each one is as big as a fist. When piled together, they look like a dazzling galaxy, exuding a mouth-watering aroma.

He took a few steps closer, squatted down, and gently picked up a handful of spiritual food. The warm touch came from his fingertips, as if carrying the rhythm of life.

"How can there be so much spiritual food? And the quality is so high that it is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

"Could it be the immortal's surplus food?"

He had heard that in ancient times there was an immortal named Dong Bo who lived across the East China Sea. Each grain of food he ate was as big as a bowl, and he would be full after eating one meal for ten days.

This spiritual food is condensed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It can not only nourish the mortal body, but also provide powerful help for practitioners.

However, such rare things often only exist in myths and almost no one has ever seen them in reality.

And now, these legendary treasures actually appeared before him, and the number of them was staggering.

Ye Yang's eyes wandered around, trying to find more clues, wondering who left so many valuable resources and why they were abandoned here?
He stood up and looked around, and soon found a huge winding trail, which was obviously the route where the Fortune Dragon had been active before.

In addition, there are some huge claw marks that are deeply embedded in the ground.

Ye Yang soon came up with a guess.

"This lucky dragon entered the palace earlier with the intention of devouring the remaining food."

An ominous premonition surged in Ye Yang's heart. Combined with the remnant soul of the lucky dragon that he had discovered before, a bold speculation gradually took shape in his mind.

This lucky dragon coveted these immortal grains, but it never expected that there were these terrifying eight-legged monster insects guarding it. In the end, it was unfortunately eaten by them, leaving only this remnant soul.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard a slight sound in his ears, as if something was chewing food.

Click! Click!
Ye Yang raised his head alertly, scanning the surroundings with a sharp gaze. However, what made Ye Yang even more horrified was that countless eight-legged monster insects crawled out from the pile of surplus food.

These strange insects are huge in size, with their shells shining with a strange metallic luster. When their eight legs crawl quickly on the ground, they make a rustling sound that makes your scalp tingle.

They surrounded the grain pile and sensed Ye Yang's arrival. They came out from the remaining grain one after another, like a group of black oceans rushing towards Ye Yang madly.

These strange insects can devour the lucky dragons, so it goes without saying how strange and powerful they are.

Moreover, it has been nourished by this spiritual food for thousands of years, and its strength is extraordinary.

The eight-legged monster insect in the lead suddenly raised its antennae, turned in his direction, and then let out a sharp cry.

In an instant, the entire space began to boil, and countless strange insects rushed towards Ye Yang like a surging black tide.

Ye Yang's face darkened, he raised his hand and pointed, countless sharp sword shadows flew, thousands of swords shot out at the same time, turning the surroundings into a space of sword energy.

Countless sword beams came and rushed into the bodies of these eight-legged monster insects.

The group at the front rushed forward one after another, but they were all cut down by Ye Yang's sword energy.

However, such an intense situation did not scare them at all, instead, more and more strange insects appeared behind them.

Ye Yang discovered that the shells of these eight-legged monster insects were extremely hard. Even the sword energy of Tianya Sword Finger could hardly cause fatal damage to them. It often took a breath to stab these monster insects to death.

Moreover, these insect swarms seemed to have some strange connection. Every time a strange insect was killed, the actions of the other strange insects would become more crazy and pounce on it.

They coordinated with each other and attacked Ye Yang from all directions, forming a huge encirclement.

"This is not the way to go!"

"go with!"

Ye Yang whistled.

The next moment, the Evil King Sword that had just been refined was already flying in front of him. The domineering and ferocious blade was shrouded in rolling evil energy. The evil and arrogant energy was like a materialized black cloud, surging and surging.

Ye Yang's face was stern, with determination in his eyes, as he looked down at the strange insects that were pouring in like a tide.

With a clang!
He formed seals with his hands, intending to test out the power of the Mountain and Sea Pearls he had just obtained. The next moment, he sacrificed twelve Mountain and Sea Pearls. As soon as the twelve beads appeared, they formed a circle and began to spin wildly.

A world of infinite mountains and seas appeared, and the strange insects approaching him were blocked by the mountains and seas one after another, like a golden circle that kept them out.

These strange insects may seem tiny, but they contain indescribable strange power. Wherever they pass, the spiritual energy is corroded. However, the mountain and sea world transformed by the Mountain and Sea Pearl is indeed indestructible.

When the two clashed, there was a flash of light and a crackling sound.

Ye Yang injected a stream of magic power into the Mountain and Sea Pearl, and the pearl glowed brightly. The originally illusory world of mountains and seas became more real, with towering mountains and surging seas, as if a small world was about to manifest.

"go with!"

next moment.

Ye Yang snorted coldly and swung out the Evil King Sword fiercely.

In an instant, an extremely domineering force surged out, and countless sword beams tore through the air like lightning.

When these sword beams whizzed out, they appeared a rich dark color with strange purple lightning flashing around the edges.

Wherever it went, the space seemed to be cut into cracks.

The leader of the strange insect swarm was instantly hit by the sword light, and its hard shell was easily torn like paper under the fierce attack of the Evil King's Sword.

The insect bodies exploded one after another, dark green juice splashed everywhere, and emitted a pungent stench.

Seeing this, Ye Yang's eyes became even colder. He tapped his feet lightly and moved among the insect swarm like a ghost.

The Evil King Sword in his hand was dancing tightly, and every time he swung it, a large amount of sword light was brought out.

For a moment, the swords flashed, evil spirits were everywhere, strange insects were killed in large numbers, and the ground was soon filled with insect corpses.

However, the number of strange insects was so great that it seemed endless.

"Destroy it!" Ye Yang roared, and gathered all his magic power into the Evil King Sword, unleashing a domineering sword technique.

I saw a huge black blade light rising into the sky, dozens of feet long, with the momentum of destroying the world, and slashed down towards the group of strange insects.

This knife contained all of Ye Yang's strength, as well as the mysterious and evil power deep within the Evil King's Knife. Wherever the knife passed, everything was turned into nothingness. (End of this chapter)