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

Ye Yang slowly put away his knife and sword, the strange phenomena between heaven and earth gradually subsided, and everything returned to calm.

He looked at Xuanming Zhenren calmly, his eyes revealing a kind of calmness and composure, and asked: "Now, do you understand?"

Taoist Xuanming looked as pale as death. He knew that he had no chance of winning today's battle and was doomed to fail.

His face turned pale instantly
"As expected, he is the master of both sword and saber..."

Taoist Xuanming's voice was trembling, cold sweat was oozing from his forehead, and his face was as pale as paper.

Just at this time.

In the distance, a deafening roar suddenly sounded, as if it could shake the heaven and earth.

"Roar--"

Along with this roar, the Three Dream Demon Kings and the Dragon King stepped on the surging waves and rushed over majestically.

The Dragon King is tall and sturdy, with a powerful aura, and his entire body is covered with glowing green scales, as if he is wearing an indestructible suit of armor.

Behind him, the power of his soul transformed into a giant dragon of dozens of feet long. The dragon roared towards the sky, and the sound of the dragon's roar resounded through the clouds. The sound waves spread out like a substance, making the air buzz.

"kill!"

The Three Dream Demon King was holding a white feather fan. Although he was gentle and refined, his extremely handsome face was filled with murderous intent at this moment.

His command was like lighting the fuse of war, and the calm sea surface instantly boiled. Countless monsters of various shapes and forms emerged from the deep seabed, surging like a black tide.

Among them are sea snakes that are huge in size and have bodies as winding as long snakes, creating huge splashes of water when swimming.

There are strange fish with hideous appearance and covered with spikes. Those spikes flash coldly under the sunlight.

There were also flying fish with broad wings, which fluttered like black lightning across the sky. They rushed madly towards the huge ship of Haiyang Building.

The claws and fangs flashed coldly in the sunlight, like the scythe of the god of death.

"not good!"

Taoist Xuanming managed to steady himself with great difficulty, but when he saw the overwhelming army of monsters, his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

"Quickly form a defensive formation!"

After saying this, he wanted to activate the Qiankun Tai Chi diagram again, but he had just suffered a serious blow, and forcing himself to use his magic power at this moment was of no use at all.

It's too late.

The calm sea surface suddenly bulged violently, forming a huge water bag, as if some huge monster was about to break out of its cocoon.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a loud bang, a huge monster broke out of the water.

It was a gigantic flying turtle, all black and dozens of feet long. Its shell was extremely ferocious, and every pattern on it was as winding as a mountain range. The flickering light in between was like flowing magma, emitting a terrifying high temperature.

"boom!"

Like a moving hill, this huge flying turtle flew out from the sea and directly hit the giant ship of the Shipping Building.

Under this terrifying impact, the huge ship was overturned in an instant like a fragile toy.

Many monks from the Haixing Building on the ship fell into the water one after another. Before they could react to this sudden change, they were torn into pieces by the monsters that rushed in like a tide, and their blood quickly spread in the sea.

"Formation! Formation!"

Taoist Xuanming shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with anxiety and despair.

However, in this chaotic battlefield filled with deafening cries of killing.

His voice was soon drowned out by the roars of monsters, the screams of monks, and the roar of the capsizing of the huge ship.

The monks on the boat fled in panic, but they were surrounded by a large army of wolf-like and tiger-like monsters, and they could not escape even if they had wings.

The Three Dream Demon Kings waved the white feather fan in their hands. Every wave brought up huge waves. The waves were like walls of water, hitting the giant ship.

The Dragon King was constantly circling in the sky, spewing burning dragon breath from his mouth.

Wherever they passed, huge ships caught fire, and the flames raged in the sea breeze, illuminating the bloody battlefield.

The sea was covered in blood, and broken limbs were floating on the water, making the scene a mess.

The roars of monsters, the screams of monks, and the roar of capsizing giant ships intertwined together, forming a tragic and shocking picture of war.

Ye Yang stood in the void, looking at the brutal melee below with a grim gaze, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

The wind was howling, the waves were surging, and the smell of blood on the sea was so strong that it was almost suffocating.

The more people died, the larger the Bone-Eroding Soul Refining Formation in the sky became, and the more terrifying the cold wind it blew became.

Taoist Xuanming was suspended in mid-air, looking down at the extremely tragic battle below with a deathly pale face.

The originally majestic ship of Haiyun Building, after being besieged by the crowd, was now like a fragile paper boat, capsizing one after another under the crazy attacks of the monsters.

Countless monks struggled under the sharp claws and fangs of the monsters, and eventually died miserably, their lives falling as quickly as meteors. The Taoist robe of Xuanming Taoist had already been completely stained red with blood.

His chest was heaving violently, and every breath he took seemed extremely heavy. It was obvious that his strength was almost exhausted and he was at the end of his rope.

"Ancestor Demon Heaven!"

Taoist Xuanming suddenly raised his head and let out a long, hoarse roar towards the sky, his voice full of anger.

"You promised to attack us together! Now it's time to fulfill your promise!"

Along with this roar, he quickly formed strange seals with his hands, and a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from his body. The light was as dazzling as the sun, but it also carried a heart-pounding determination.

This was the secret method that the old ancestor Mo Tian had given them before.

He can forcibly improve his cultivation at the cost of burning his own life, trying to make a final struggle.

It can also attract more demon monks.

However, that is all.

There was dead silence between heaven and earth, with only the whistling sea breeze, as if mocking his naivety and stupidity.

Nothing appears.

See here.

Taoist Xuanming's face turned as pale as paper in an instant, and a trace of fear crept onto his face.

He quickly formed seals again, his voice trembling violently.

"Ancestor Motian! You once swore that you would help me at the critical moment, why did you break your promise!"

However, all he got in response was still endless silence, without any trace or sound of the demons.

The fierce sea breeze howled, ruthlessly blowing away the last glimmer of hope in Taoist Xuanming's heart.

"Hahaha, so that's how it is. From the beginning to the end, we have always been your abandoned pawns."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Taoist Xuanming's eyes suddenly burst into rage, and the flames seemed to be able to burn the entire world to ashes.

"You are so cruel and your methods are so vicious!"

At this moment, Master Xuanming was roaring in anger. He found that when he was practicing this secret method, the aura around him was increasing greatly, but at the same time as the method was running, the vitality of his body seemed to be all transferred to the mysterious existence in the void.

"Damn it! These demons not only want my Haiyun Building to deliver the deep sea azurite vein to them, but they also want my life!"

He roared in anger.

But at this critical moment, three sharp figures tore through the sky and came breaking through the air.

Chen Hao held the Red Maple Sword and the Evil King Sword in his hands. The sword and the blade emitted a dazzling light, like a gorgeous rainbow light, shining with a chilling sword intent.

The Three Dream Demon Kings waved the white feather fan, and every wave brought up huge waves like a tidal wave, as if it was going to lift up the entire ocean.

The Dragon King transformed into a giant dragon that was a hundred feet long. His body was agile and the dragon breath he exhaled from his mouth was extremely hot. Wherever he passed, the air was burned and distorted.

"Xuanming, old villain, today is the day you die, prepare to die!"

Ye Yang shouted loudly, his voice resounding like a huge bell, full of endless majesty.

Taoist Xuanming wanted to resist, but his body was already weak and his reaction became slow.

The Red Maple Sword was like a flash of lightning, instantly cutting off the faint protective light of his Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram; the White Feather Fan fanned with the force of thunder and burned through his chest; the dragon's breath was like a raging torrent of flames, instantly burning his broken body into ashes.

"No!"

A scream filled with fear and unwillingness rang out, and a golden light shot out from the ashes. It was the soul baby of Taoist Xuanming.

The little soul baby's face was full of fear, like a frightened bird, it desperately fled away, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

"Want to run? Do you think it's possible?"

Ye Yang's cold voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, making people shudder.

He took a step forward, and his figure appeared in front of the soul baby like a ghost, and his slender and white fingers pinched gently.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the soul baby let out a shrill scream, and its body quickly disintegrated, turning into golden light and dissipating between heaven and earth, as if it had never existed.

On the sea, the fierce battle gradually subsided and the bloody smell slowly faded away.

Ye Yang stood there quietly with his hands behind his back, looking calmly at the place where Taoist Xuanming disappeared.

"To seek the skin of a tiger is to burn oneself in the end, and be eaten by the tiger." (End of this chapter)