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

Chapter 853 My Son Lives Long
Seeing Ye Yang easily defeat him.

The old monk frowned slightly, raised his white eyebrows, and opened and closed his eyes slightly, full of shock, as if he couldn't believe it, as if everything before him was an absurd dream.

At this moment, in addition to the shock, there was also a trace of fear in his eyes, which was the instinctive fear of the unknown powerful force.

His eyes moved down three points and fell on the Evil King Sword in Ye Yang's hand. The flamboyant and strange blade and the evil and domineering edge seemed to be able to destroy everything in front of him.

The old man's eyes froze, his lips trembling slightly, and he murmured, "What a domineering and arrogant swordsmanship."

The opponent slashed at him with every move, and every style contained a power that could break through the shackles of heaven and earth.

It makes people hard to guard against.

Seeing the other party like this, Ye Yang's mouth corners slightly raised, with a hint of disdain and pride.

With a slight move of his hand, he instantly grabbed the old monk in his palm with an invisible force, as easy as an eagle catching a chick.

The old man was restrained by this force and could not move, with a look of despair on his face.

Ye Yang stared at the old monk with sharp eyes and asked in a cold voice.

"Don't hide it. Tell me, who are you? Why are you here?"

The old man felt bitter in his heart. No one had expected that the cultivator in front of him would have such powerful strength.

He also knew that if he didn't explain clearly today, his life might be in danger.

"Fellow Daoist, please spare my life. Forget it, forget it. At this point, I have nothing to hide. I am the elder of the Tianyu Sect of the Overseas Immortal Mountain. During this period, for some reason, the space of the Overseas Immortal Mountain has been turbulent. Strange lights often flash, and many relics have appeared in the world. It is also heard that they are not endless."

"I was collecting herbs at a fairy mountain overseas when I saw the void turbulent and a palace appeared with colorful light. I guessed there might be a treasure hidden there, so I couldn't suppress my greed and went to explore."

Having said that, the old monk paused slightly, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and continued.

"Who knew that the space was so turbulent and strange that I was trapped in it. When I woke up again, I was already in the ruins of the palace. I explored around here and accidentally discovered the unusualness of the spiritual food, which seemed to contain endless spiritual power. Later, I accidentally got this jade seal."

"I saw you suddenly enter this palace. I wanted to subdue you, but I didn't expect that you would capture me so easily."

After listening to the old monk's words, Ye Yang thought to himself.

He had also heard of the fairy mountains overseas. According to legend, there were countless fairy mountains, many hermits, and many powerful sects and masters.

Previously, the Red Dust Sword Immortal of Taixu Daoism had fought with the legendary emperor Ren Taxian, and sent Taixu Daoism to Yalong Ridge, and then went to the overseas fairy mountain to practice in seclusion.

Ye Yang looked at the old monk in his hand and said coldly: "Since you have told me your origins, I will give you a chance. There must be many secrets in the ruins of this palace. Have you discovered anything?"

Come explore with me. If you behave yourself, I may spare your life." The old monk was delighted and nodded quickly, saying, "Yes, yes, I will cooperate with you to the fullest."

Hearing Ye Yang say this, the old man did not dare to hide it and spoke.

"I dare not hide it. There is a relic deep in this palace, connected to the sea and reaching into the blue sky. It is located on the top of a steep cliff. Outside the top of the cliff is a huge bluestone peak with various monster shapes carved on it."

"I thought it was some treasure land and wanted to explore it, but I was pushed back by a huge force and found nothing."

Hearing what the old monk said, Ye Yang frowned slightly, his eyes flickered, and he was thinking in his mind how to get more useful things from this old monk.

"You old fellow, you actually thought of pretending to be an immortal and deceiving me. You are quite dishonest."

After saying this, Ye Yang smiled at the old man. The old man stared at Ye Yang and was about to make an excuse.

But he never expected that at this moment, the man stretched out his hand, then turned his palm slightly, and his body immediately seemed to be out of control and stood upside down. He looked horrified and begged for mercy.

As a result, he found that the clothes on his body were immediately destroyed by the sword light and sword shadow, turning into broken pieces of cotton, and then dissipated in the air.

As his clothes fell off, many high-quality spirit stones fell from the old monk, shining brightly, like stars falling to the ground.

These spirit stones exude rich spiritual power and appear particularly dazzling in these slightly dim ruins.

There was a hint of surprise in Ye Yang's eyes. He opened the storage bag and with a wave of his hand, all the spirit stones were picked up by him and fell into the storage bag.

After collecting the spirit stones, his eyes fell on the storage bag hanging on the old monk's waist and he reached out to take it off.

This storage bag may seem ordinary, but it actually has a lot of secrets. Ye Yang injected his spiritual power into it, opened the bag, and began to search with his spiritual sense.

Although there are quite a few elixirs and spiritual materials inside, they are nothing in Ye Yang's hands now.

After Ye Yang's exploration, his eyes suddenly fixed on an antique book. He didn't know what kind of leather the book was made of. It was mottled and worn, with fine texture. It was obvious how long it had been there.

But what was surprising was that a single book actually exuded a powerful aura. Ye Yang looked at it carefully and saw four large characters "Immortal Puppet Making Method" written on the cover.

Ye Yang was shocked and couldn't believe it.

In this world, it dares to be called "immortal", which shows how powerful and extraordinary this thing is.

He couldn't wait to open the book and read it carefully.

However, as he read deeper, Ye Yang's brows gradually furrowed.

After reading it, he couldn't help but sigh. This method actually focused on the method of making puppets. Once the immortal puppets were formed, they were incredibly powerful and could exert unimaginable power in battle.

However, the production method is extremely bloody. One has to select monks with excellent qualifications, and when they are awake, use special magic arrays and spells to extract their spiritual power and soul bit by bit, and integrate them into a specially made puppet body.

The whole process was extremely cruel with screams coming from all directions.

"So, the raw material of this book is human skin."

Ye Yang rubbed it gently with his hand, and after a while, an idea came to his mind.

After carefully collecting the item, Ye Yang asked, "Where did you get this item?"

The old man hesitated for a while and then spoke.

"In the huge rock at the top of the ruins."

Ye Yang's heart trembled, and he quickly put away the "Immortal Puppet Making Method" and continued to walk towards the depths of the ruins with the old man.

There are still quite a few eight-legged strange insects here. Those strange insects feed on the spiritual food here, and their numbers are huge.

As Ye Yang walked along, perhaps because they were just injured by his Evil King Sword, these strange insects all dodged to the sides.

Occasionally, one or two would come out from the rice pile. Ye Yang let out a low shout and wielded the Evil King Sword with great force. Wherever the sword flashed, these strange insects fell to the ground one after another.

After a while, the two walked out of the ruins of the palace, and what they saw before them suddenly became clear: a peak that reached straight into the sky.

The giant peak is like a finger stretched out from the earth, pointing firmly and fearlessly to the sky, giving people a strong visual impact. The top of the peak is covered with snow that never melts all year round, and the sunlight shining on it reflects a dazzling light, like a silver ribbon.

The giant peak was surrounded by clouds and mist, which sometimes floated like a veil, and sometimes rolled like surging waves, hiding the peaks and leaving only the tip vaguely visible in the sea of ​​clouds.

Among the giant peaks, you can occasionally see some old pines and cypresses growing tenaciously.

"But here?"

Ye Yang pointed to the huge peak in front, and the old man nodded slowly.

After finishing speaking, Ye Yang's figure was as fast as lightning, and he took the old man and flew towards the top of the mountain quickly.

After a while, they reached the top of the mountain.

I saw a huge blue stone on the top of the peak. The surface of the blue stone was as smooth as a mirror. A spring fell from the sky, like an upside-down Milky Way, with splashing water and making a deafening roar.

Through the flying spring, Ye Yang and the old man saw a line of large characters on the bluestone.

He led the old man through the flying spring, and the water droplets hit their bodies and evaporated instantly.

Ye Yang took a closer look and saw a line of words engraved on the bluestone. The handwriting was simple and vigorous, the strokes were sharp, and it had an indescribable charm.

"My son, Changsheng, was blessed by God and was born safely. You have had a rough life and have been wandering for half your life. This little world was specially made for you by your father. I hope that no matter what difficulties you encounter, you can face the ups and downs of the world with a smile."

(End of this chapter)