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

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The huge and ferocious body of the three-headed snake demon was like a small mountain, coiled in the center of the crowd.

The six bloodshot eyes on the three heads emitted a chilling glow, staring at the captured Yan Qingying.

Although Yan Qingying was in a desperate situation, she still stood tall and her eyes showed an unyielding determination.

"Who the hell are you?"

The voice of the three-headed snake demon was extremely loud. When it spoke at this moment, a mixture of vicissitudes and majesty was heard, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying with it endless coldness and oppression.

"Although you are practicing the Three Kings Fighting Heavenly Treasure Seal of the Beast Demon Sect, the techniques used and the practice routes within your body are definitely not the orthodox teachings of our Beast Demon Sect!"

"It's more like a casual cultivator who accidentally inherited the legacy of our Beast Demon Sect and cultivated it through his own exploration."

The three-headed snake demon opened its mouth, and the moment it opened its mouth, the scales on its body suddenly opened up and exploded.

The three huge heads shook at the same time, and the metallic collision sounds they made intertwined together, making people feel creepy.

Yan Qingying bit her lower lip tightly, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, but she said nothing.

She raised her head at this moment, her stubborn look like a plum blossom blooming proudly in the snow. No matter how fierce the wind and snow were, she would never bow her head.

At this stalemate, a clear voice rang out.

"Reporting to the ancestor, I have some impression of this person. He is Yan Qingying, the Taoist leader of Feitianmen on the land."

"I felt it looked familiar just now, but I didn't think about it carefully. The Feitian Sect is so far away from our overseas fairy mountain, but it actually sent a True Person Realm cultivator from the sect to the Beast Demon Sect."

"Ancestor, the Four Palaces Competition is an internal affair of our Holy Sect, and the White Tiger Palace actually mixed up with the Feitian Sect and attempted to destroy the inheritance of our Beast Demon Sect. Their crime is punishable by death!"

The man's words were full of indignation, and there was an indescribable radicalism in them.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and discovered that the person was actually Gong San from Qinglong Palace.

At this moment, Gong San walked out slowly with steady steps. He was wearing a green shirt, with a emerald green jade pendant hanging around his waist, and looked calm.

But the sharp light that occasionally flashed in his eyes destroyed such nobility.

Upon hearing this, the three-headed snake demon became furious and roared simultaneously from all three heads. After the roar, all the mountains and peaks of the Beast Demon Sect were shaken and rock chips fell off.

"Feitian Sect! How dare they send people to sneak into our Beast Demon Sect? Do they really think that there is no one in our Beast Demon Sect?"

The three-headed snake demon twisted violently, and its thick tail swept fiercely towards the giant peak beside it. The giant peak broke instantly, and gravel flew everywhere.

However, it did not notice that the smaller three-headed Sky-Swallowing Python beside it showed a special light in its eyes after hearing the words "Feitianmen".

"Since she is from Feitianmen, today I will let Feitianmen know the consequences of provoking my Beast Demon Sect! Come, cut off her head and send it to Feitianmen."

As it spoke, one of its heads opened its bloody mouth and a stream of black poisonous mist shot towards Yan Qingying like a sharp arrow.

Yan Qingying felt that she dared not provoke the black poisonous fog, and her figure moved to the side like a flash of lightning in an instant.

But when the three-headed snake demon saw that she dared to resist, a tsunami-like rage suddenly erupted from its body.

Its eyes were wide open, and its six bloodshot eyes emitted a terrifying murderous light. The magic power around its body surged and rolled towards Yan Qingying like a black raging wave, instantly imprisoning her.

Yan Qingying's face was solemn, knowing that this was a matter of life and death. She mobilized the magic power in her body and the Three Kings Fighting Heaven Seal ran wildly.

In an instant, the shadows of a white tiger, a lion, and a ferocious celestial wolf appeared around her.

The three beasts intertwined with each other and roared to the sky, emitting tremendous power, and rushed towards the black magic barrier with all their might.

However, when facing the three-headed snake demon, the opponent's magic power was too strong. At this moment, countless fierce black mists attacked and enveloped Yan Qingying in an instant.

Yan Qingying's resistance was like an ant trying to shake a tree. Although it caused ripples of magical power, she was unable to break free from the confinement.

Seeing this, the three-headed snake demon let out a triumphant and cruel laugh. One of its heads slowly opened its bloody mouth, and a black beam of light containing destructive power gushed out, heading straight for Yan Qingying.

At this critical moment, an old man with white hair flashed like a white lightning and instantly appeared in front of Yan Qingying.

The long sword in his hand had been unsheathed at some point, and the sword body was flashing with cold light. He just shook his wrist, and sword flowers fell like star rain, blocking all the black poisonous fog.

The poisonous fog collided with the sword energy, making a "sizzling" sound, and a pungent smell filled the air.

"Ancestor, wait a minute."

The man spoke loudly while resisting the poisonous fog.

"The Feitian Sect is quite powerful, and this woman's identity is extremely special. She is Ye Yang, who is an expert in both swords and sabers. It is said that his swordsmanship has reached the level of transcendence and sainthood. Even cultivators in the Yuanshen Dao realm have been killed by him."

"If we kill her rashly, Feitian Sect will surely come out in full force. It is better to imprison her for the time being. Perhaps we can find out the situation of Feitian Sect from her, and also prepare for the future actions of our Beast Demon Sect."

At this moment, a burly elder on the main peak of the Beast Demon Sect stepped forward and echoed.

"That's right, ancestor. Ye Yang's swordsmanship is superb. If he becomes an enemy of Feitian Sect, our Beast Demon Sect will probably face many more waves."

Think of the horrific consequences.

Everyone present couldn't help but gasp.

Even Gong San, who had always been hostile to the White Tiger Palace, couldn't help but speak.

"Grandmaster, the fault lies with the White Tiger Palace. Please think twice and don't act impulsively."

When the three-headed snake demon heard everyone's plea for mercy, its mountain-like body paused slightly, and a fierce light flashed in its eyes.

At present, the Beast Demon Sect only has one combat force at the Yuanshen Dao realm. If it were in its prime, he would naturally not be afraid.

But now, with the background of the Beast Demon Sect, if they were to provoke another cultivator in the Yuanshen Dao realm, they would only be asking for trouble.

At this time, Yan Qingying was exhausted, with beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.

The atmosphere in the secret cave was extremely tense, and everyone was quietly waiting for the decision of the three-headed snake demon.

The three heads of the three-headed snake demon whispered to each other, making a hissing sound.

Finally, it snorted coldly, retracted the deadly black beam of light, and the magic power confinement also weakened.

"Humph, for your sake today, I will spare her life for now."

The three-headed snake demon stared at Yan Qingying viciously.

"Just keep it down for now."

"If Feitianmen dares to make any more unusual moves, I will make them pay with blood!"

After saying that, it flicked its tail, turned around and disappeared into the depths of darkness.

The aura of Yuanshen Dao Realm was retracted.

Yan Qingying slowly breathed a sigh of relief, her body swayed slightly, and she almost fell.

The elders who came to plead for mercy looked at each other, then walked up to Yan Qingying and spoke.

"Girl, don't be so stubborn. Once the anger of the Snake Demon Ancestor dissipates, he will be sent back to Feitian Gate safely."

Yan Qingying gritted her teeth and said no more. She just looked at the three-headed Sky-Swallowing Python transformed by Gu Qingshu for a long time without saying anything. No one knew what she was thinking. …

In Feitian Gate.

A quiet room, peaceful and tranquil, filled with spiritual energy.

Ye Yang sat alone. On the table in front of him was an ancient, yellowed booklet with a few large, ancient and twisted characters written on it. These were the methods of making immortal puppets that Ye Yang had obtained from the Longevity Barrier before.

The corners of the scroll are slightly curled up, as if telling the vicissitudes and mysteries of the years.

Ye Yang's eyes were focused, and his slender fingers gently stroked the obscure runes and fine text on the scroll.

Sometimes he frowned, lost in thought; sometimes he nodded slightly, as if he understood something.

The futons next to Ye Yang were neatly placed, and the surrounding walls were inlaid with luminous pearls that emitted soft light, illuminating the entire refining pavilion as if it were daytime.

In another corner of the Equipment Refining Pavilion, an old man at the level of True Person was tied up and unable to move.

The old man was wearing a tattered black robe, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes revealed fear and anger. He was the one Ye Yang had captured in the Longevity Barrier before, and he was the material Ye Yang was going to use to practice making an immortal puppet.

Ye Yang slowly stood up and walked in front of the old man, his eyes sharp as if he was examining a rare treasure that was about to be carved.

"Fellow Daoist, thank you for your hard work."

Ye Yang said softly, his voice echoing in the quiet refining pavilion, but without a single ripple.

When the old man heard what Ye Yang said, he hurriedly shook his head and wanted to resist, but then he found that his whole body was restrained and he was completely unable to resist.

Ye Yang began to form seals with his hands, muttering something. As he moved, the surrounding spiritual energy began to surge wildly, gathering towards the old man.

The old man struggled desperately, but to no avail. He could only watch helplessly as the powerful force enveloped him.

While controlling the spiritual energy, Ye Yang followed the steps of the Immortal Puppet Making Method and carefully guided the spiritual energy to invade the old man's meridians.

This method of making immortal puppets is extremely terrifying, as it can transform a cultivator's living flesh and blood into a puppet body for one's own use.

The stronger the cultivator used to refine the puppet, the more powerful the puppet will be. "Buzz--" The spiritual energy finally penetrated the old man's meridians completely, and the old man's originally dull eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam of brilliance, and then returned to dead silence.

Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief, but the carelessness in his heart did not diminish in the slightest.

He knew that this was just the first step, and the real test would come next.

According to the records of the method of making immortal puppets, the next step is to imprint one's own will on the puppet, making it a true "immortal puppet".

Ye Yang closed his eyes, concentrated his mental strength, sketched out complex rune patterns in his mind, and then used his own spiritual power as a medium to engrave these runes one by one into the depths of the old man's soul.

This process is extremely time-consuming and mentally exhausting. Any mistake will not only cause the puppet to lose control, but may also endanger the caster himself.

However, relying on his many years of practice experience and firm willpower, Ye Yang gradually completed this series of complex and delicate operations.

When the last rune was successfully embedded in the old man's soul, a powerful force instantly erupted.

The old man's body shook violently, and then his eyes opened again, this time full of lively aura, as if they were given new life.

Ye Yang looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

He waved his arm gently, and the old man responded immediately to his command, his movements smooth and natural, without any sense of lag.

Although it is only preliminarily completed, this immortal puppet has already demonstrated amazing strength.

As the spiritual energy continued to be injected, the old man's breath gradually became disordered, and his skin began to glow with a faint halo, as if he was bearing some kind of huge power.

It is not easy to directly transform a cultivator in the Tiangang realm into a puppet.

Even with Ye Yang's soul already transformed into a spirit, beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, but his eyes became more determined and his hands moved faster and faster.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Yang finally completed the last seal.

He let out a long sigh, stared at the old man, and waited for the change to happen. At this moment, the entire refining pavilion was filled with a mysterious and solemn atmosphere, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Gradually, the old man's body stopped shaking, his eyes became empty and lifeless, and his face, which was once full of life, now became like a wooden sculpture.

Ye Yang walked forward and gently patted the old man's shoulder. The old man turned around mechanically and obeyed Ye Yang's instructions.

"Success..."

Ye Yang murmured to himself, a relieved smile on his face.

But he knew that this was only an initial success. If he wanted the Immortal Puppet to unleash its true power, more debugging and improvement would be needed.

Ye Yang wanted to test the power of this immortal puppet. After he walked out of the Feitian Gate, he called for the Sun-Chasing Flying Turtle.

The Sun-Chasing Turtle let out a roar and flew into the air. Its huge and ferocious body, like a small mountain, had already flown above the Feitian Gate.

When everyone saw the appearance of this gigantic Sun-Chasing Flying Turtle, they knew that Ye Yang, the master of both swordsmanship and saber from Feitian Sect, was going out for something.

Above the sky, the Sun Chasing Ghost saw Ye Yang coming and lowered his head, extremely excited.

Ye Yang brought the Immortal Guard Puppet and stepped onto the back shell of the Sun-Chasing Flying Turtle.

"Old buddy, the place we are going to this time is not simple."

Ye Yang stroked the patterns on the tortoise shell and whispered.

The Sun-Chasing Turtle seemed to understand what he said and let out a low roar.

Following a flash of light, a cold light like ice armor flashed across the Sun-Chasing Turtle's body, bringing up a gust of wind that rustled the surrounding trees.

It soared into the air so quickly that it was astonishingly fast.

After a while, Fei Gui and Ye Yang's figures disappeared into the sky.

Ye Yang and the Sun-Chasing Flying Ghost were flying in the sky, starting from Feitian Gate and heading towards the vast East China Sea.

Now, the Sun-Chasing Turtle has become a demon beast. It is very powerful and very fast. It arrived at the area where the Chiyuan Mountains are located in a short while.

The Chiyuan Mountains had long been built into a fortress by the Feitian Sect. The towering peaks were filled with solid defensive formations and hidden outposts, making it like an indestructible fortress.

However, Ye Yang did not let the Sun-Chasing Turtle stop again, but continued to move towards the East China Sea.

After a while, they arrived at a huge swamp forest. There were towering ancient trees all around with intertwined branches and leaves. Occasionally, sunlight shone through the gaps, forming patches of mottled light and shadows on the ground.

The forest was filled with a damp and rotten smell, mixed with the unique fishy smell of monsters, which made people alert.

This area is located at the junction of the northeastern end of the Red Moon Mountains and the vast East China Sea. It is full of monsters and dangers.

Ye Yang knew that in this dangerous place, there lived a terrifying Golden Eagle.

This bird of prey has long reached the realm of a Dan-transforming demon beast, and has a wingspan of dozens of feet and claws like hooks. Wherever it passes, strong winds howl and cause a lot of damage to the important strongholds in the Red Moon Mountains. Today is a good opportunity to test our abilities with him.

At this moment, this immortal puppet, dressed in a black tight suit, has a strong posture and moves lightly among the mountains and forests without the help of any magic power. He looks no different from an ordinary cultivator.

However, his face had a light golden color, as if it was made of strange metal and runes interwoven together. His body contained powerful spiritual power, like a sleeping giant beast, just waiting to be awakened.

As they went deeper, the sound of the wind near the lair of the Wind-Splitting Golden Eagle King became sharper and sharper, like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

Ye Yang could feel a powerful and hostile aura not far ahead.

At this moment, Ye Yang doesn't need to say much.

The Sun-Chasing Turtle had already sensed that breath and was rushing forward madly.

After a while, they arrived at the foot of a steep cliff. Ye Yang looked up and vaguely saw a golden figure of a tyrant in the huge nest on the top of the cliff.

Ye Yang activated the spiritual power of the fairy puppet in his hand.

In an instant, runes flashed around the immortal puppet, and a powerful force surged out from its body.

The immortal puppet stretched out its body and shot towards the top of the cliff like a black lightning.

The Wind-Splitting Golden Eagle King had already noticed the arrival of the uninvited guest.

It let out an earth-shaking cry, and suddenly spread its wings, bringing up a gust of wind that caused the surrounding trees to shake violently.

There was a gleam of anger and vigilance in the Golden Eagle King's eyes, like a pair of burning golden flames, staring straight at the rapidly approaching Immortal Puppet.

The Immortal Puppet took the lead in launching the attack. At this moment, it was incredibly fast in the air. Its hands instantly turned into sharp blades, drawing streaks of cold light in the air and slashing towards the neck of the Golden Eagle King.

The Golden Eagle King reacted extremely quickly, dodging sideways and easily avoiding the fierce attack.

Then, its claws stretched out like steel hooks and grabbed the chest of the Immortal Puppet.

The Immortal Puppet's body shook and it floated backwards like a ghost, avoiding the fatal grab of the Golden Eagle King.

The two were in a state of confusion for a while.

The Immortal Puppet relies on its exquisite spiritual power control and powerful physical attacks, and each move is extremely sharp.

The Wind-Splitting Golden Eagle King relied on his innate flying talent and strong physical fitness to flexibly shuttle through the sky, constantly looking for the flaws of the Immortal Puppet.

The battle intensified, and the whole valley was shaken by their might.

The runes on the immortal puppet glowed brighter and brighter.

The Golden Eagle King screamed angrily, with a stronger murderous intent in his eyes. He suddenly rushed into the sky, then folded his wings and swooped down towards the Immortal Puppet like a golden meteor.

At the same time, a stream of blazing flame spurted out of its mouth, and this flame swept towards the Immortal Puppet with a powerful impact force.

The Immortal Puppet was not afraid at all. The spiritual energy around it condensed to form a solid protective shield.

The flames hit the shield, making a sizzling sound and ripples appeared on the surface of the shield, but it still firmly blocked the impact of the flames.

Just as the Golden Eagle King was about to rush to the Fairy Puppet, the Fairy Puppet suddenly flashed and appeared on the side of the Golden Eagle King, then punched out, hitting the Golden Eagle King in the side.

The Golden Eagle King was knocked flying by this punch and hit the cliff wall heavily.

It struggled to stand up, with a hint of fear in its eyes.

But as the king of this territory, how could it give up so easily? It spread its wings again and flew high, flapping its wings, countless wind blades shot towards the Immortal Puppet.

Upon seeing this, the Immortal Puppet quickly formed seals with his hands, and a spiritual power barrier appeared in front of him.

The wind blades hit the barrier, making a series of intensive "bang bang" sounds, but they were unable to break through the barrier.

Taking advantage of the gap in the Golden Eagle King's attack, the Immortal Puppet launched the final attack.

Its figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, and appeared behind the Golden Eagle King the next moment. Then it hugged the Golden Eagle King's legs with both hands, exerted force suddenly, and smashed the Golden Eagle King to the ground.

With a loud bang, the Golden Eagle King was smashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

After struggling for a few times, he could no longer get up.

Ye Yang looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help feeling a surge of joy in his heart.

"It is a very peculiar method. After being refined into an immortal puppet, although his cultivation level at the Tiangang realm is gone, his magic power has not disappeared."

"It was locked in the body, so it exploded with great power." (End of this chapter)