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

The next moment, the three of them were flying high above the Shipping Building, gazing at the vast sea and mountains ahead.

Ye Yang stood in the void, his robes fluttering in the wind, his eyes as sharp as lightning as he looked down coldly.

At this time, the Haiyun Building was already in ruins and the terrain was cracked.

The originally closely connected mountain and sea boundaries were now broken in the middle by the recent battle, with potholes everywhere due to the bombardment.

Above the Haiyun Tower, the mountain protection formation had already been shattered, and the monks in the sect were either dead or escaped.

The Haiyun Building, which once dominated this area with its majestic appearance, now looks like an abandoned ruin and has completely become a no-man's land.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, the Haiyun Building has been breached by us now. What should we do next?"

There was a shrewd light in the Dragon King's eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

Ye Yang turned around, looked at Long Jun with a deep gaze, and spoke.

"The Haiyun Building has a profound heritage and a long history. This land is not only full of spiritual energy, but also far away overseas, extremely remote and difficult to be discovered. It would be a waste if we simply occupied it."

"I intend to build this place into an enclave, and build it into a retreat place for our cultivators to break through the realm. I wonder what you two fellow Taoists think?"

When the Dragon King and the Three Dream Demon Kings heard Ye Yang's words, they nodded slightly.

"Brother Daoist Ye, this is a brilliant idea. Haiyun Tower is a place with unique natural conditions. If we can turn it into a retreat place as Brother Ye said, we can not only fully utilize the advantages of this place, but also provide our cultivators with an excellent opportunity for a breakthrough."

"This place is located overseas, very secretive. Those villains who covet us will probably never be able to find this place even if they rack their brains!"

"It would be great if the two Taoist friends agree."

Ye Yang also knew that these two demon kings had many demon beasts under their command.

Although it is easier for a monster to break through the Danhua realm than for a cultivator to break through the Zhenren realm, it is still full of difficulties.

The right time, right place and right people are indispensable.

It also requires extreme caution and care.

After several people discussed.

The next moment, Ye Yang raised his hand and pointed lightly, immediately pointing to the core of the Canghai Tianlan formation that was still operating tenaciously deep in the Haiyun Building.

Ye Yang waved his hand lightly, and the next moment, countless sword lights flew out of his body, hung down from the sky, and landed on the ground.

After a while, the smoke and dust cleared, and only thirty-six huge blue flags remained on the ground.

Each flag is about ten feet long, with a triangular shape. The flag rustles in the sea breeze, and the flag is embroidered with scenes of the surging sea and the vast sky, which are lifelike and extraordinary.

"This Canghai Tianlan Formation is indeed extraordinary!"

Ye Yang sighed slightly, and a hint of sword light appeared in his palm.

The next moment, accompanied by Ye Yang's swing.

The knife light suddenly grew larger, and after a short while, it had turned into a giant blade several dozen feet long. The blade chopped down and landed on the ground.

"boom--!"

The swords rang out in unison, making a deafening sound. The swords slashed down like a river bursting its banks, pouring down in torrents.

He chopped down at the core of the thirty-six large formation flags with overwhelming force.

At this moment, he seemed to sense the power of Ye Yang's sword.

Thirty-six formation flags stood on the ground and began to vibrate wildly.

A huge amount of spiritual energy gathered from all directions, turning into huge waves, and rushed towards Ye Yang's attack.

Seeing that this formation seemed to be spiritual, Ye Yang even wanted to gather the remaining spiritual energy to launch an attack.

He sneered, waved his sleeves casually, and the Star-Breaking Sword Box opened with a bang.

In an instant, thousands of sword lights fell like a dazzling galaxy, carrying the momentum of destroying the world, and instantly tore through the defense of the formation.

Under the sword light of the Star-Breaking Sword Box, the thirty-six formation flags slowly retracted their spiritual light. After a while, they became smaller and soon shrank to the size of a palm and flew obediently into Ye Yang's hands.

Ye Yang looked down and found that the spiritual patterns on the flags of the thirty-six formation flags were sparkling, as if they were blending with the ocean breath between heaven and earth, producing a wonderful resonance and echoing each other.

However, Ye Yang's gaze did not linger on these formation flags for too long. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, staring intently at the depths of the formation's center.

Just now, when he pulled up the thirty-six formation flags, he seemed to sense something else in the center of the formation.

In the depths of the formation, there stood a piece of ancient and vigorous spiritual tree, about ten feet long and as thick as a human waist.

The black and white textures on the wood are intertwined, just like the fusion of yin and yang, exuding a vigorous and vast Taoist charm, as if it contains the most mysterious power in the universe.

"Yin Yang Sacred Tree?!"

Ye Yang's eyes suddenly fixed, a hint of shock that was hard to conceal flashed across his eyes, and waves of emotion surged in his heart.

This piece of wood is rare in a thousand years. It contains the ultimate truth between heaven and earth and has infinite power. It can not only harmonize the power of the five elements and make the five elements balance and complement each other, but also has the magical effect of suppressing the earth veins.

“No wonder this Canghai Tianlan formation can mobilize the majestic power of the sea and rocks. It turns out that the foundation of the formation is actually this kind of magical object!”

Ye Yang muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with brilliance.

If one wants to upgrade Feitianmen's mountain protection formation into the Qiankun Guixu Locking Heaven Formation, this Yin-Yang Divine Tree is an indispensable raw material.

But Ye Yang never thought that he would find such a sacred tree just after breaking through the Haiyun Building.

He stretched out his palm and grabbed lightly, and an invisible force immediately swept towards the Yin-Yang Divine Tree.

The Yin-Yang Divine Tree trembled slightly, as if it was instinctively resisting this force, but under the suppression of Ye Yang's powerful magic power, it soon could no longer struggle, slowly floated into the air, and finally fell into his palm.

The moment he touched the Yin-Yang Divine Tree, a vast and majestic Yin-Yang Taoist rhythm instantly surged into Ye Yang's body like a surging tide.

Ye Yang only felt that the speed of the spiritual power in his body suddenly accelerated, like a rushing river, and even his soul, under the nourishment of this spiritual rhyme, became more solid and exuded a more powerful aura.

"What a great baby!" Ye Yang was overjoyed and could hardly hide his excitement.

"No wonder this item is a treasure that Taoists fight for. Just this special Taoist charm alone is enough to make people linger."

Ye Yang nodded slightly, accepted the item, and then went to the Sutra Library of Haiyun Building with the Three Dream Demon Kings and Dragon King.

As a sect at the level of Yuanshen Dao, Haiyunlou must have the inheritance of Taoism and Taoist techniques.

Although it may not be possible to practice, but they can learn from each other's inheritance, and learn from others' experience. This is what Ye Yang and the other two value.

And the other side.

On the chaotic battlefield of the Shipping Building, a hunched old figure looked at the smoke-filled battlefield ahead and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

As one of the older generation of disciples of Feitian Sect, Zhang Xing's qualifications were of the lowest level.

Later, he was able to obtain the title of Seven Flying True Immortals from an ordinary disciple, and made progress year by year, becoming an elder.

First, be tenacious and practice diligently.

The second is that they do not treat themselves as human beings. They are cruel to others and even crueler to themselves, and they have transformed themselves into zombies.

That's why he was given the title of 'corpse refining clothes' when he was young.

But for any monk.

To break through from an ordinary warrior realm to the Purple Mansion realm is a crucial hurdle.

Zhang Xing was also stuck at this step.

He is now over 300 years old, and has taken spiritual objects that can prolong his life several times.

Now he has reached the end of his lifespan, but his Purple Palace is still not formed. Even his fingertips are bluish-gray, like a candle that is about to go out, revealing the aura of impending decay.

"After all... is this the end?"

Zhang Xing looked at the environment in front of him, his voice low and hoarse.

He casually threw a dead monk to the ground. Although he successfully killed the other party at this moment, there was still an indescribable unwillingness and sadness in his heart.

He looked at the gradually dissipating magic power in his palm and smiled self-deprecatingly, his smile full of bitterness.

This time, he hid it from the sect and secretly infiltrated the team attacking Haiyun Tower. His most important goal was to find a chance to break through to the level of Purple Mansion Zhenren before he passed away.

But fate plays tricks on us.

The battles one after another did not give him the opportunity to break through to the realm of true man.

Instead, he injured his lungs during the all-out battle, and now his energy and blood are becoming even more depleted.

At this moment, Zhang Xing keenly sensed an extremely fierce murderous intent, like a sharp blade, stabbing fiercely into his back!

"Old zombie, suffer death!"

Accompanied by a hateful roar, a cold light tore through the air and pierced Zhang Xing's defenseless back with the force of thunder.

Zhang Xing's corpse pupils suddenly shrank, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

His body did not move at all, as if he had seen through it all. He suddenly grabbed with his backhand, and his five fingers as if cast from iron instantly grasped the attacker's neck.

The attacker was a young monk from Haiyun Tower. His face was twisted and hideous, and his eyes were burning with raging hatred, as if he wanted to eat Zhang Xing alive.

"A cultivator who has just broken through the warrior realm dares to attack me?"

Zhang Xing's voice was low and cold, full of disdain and contempt.

As his words fell, a thick aura of corpse evil surged out like a raging tide. He exerted a little force on his fingertips, and a powerful force was transmitted instantly.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bones cracking was particularly harsh in this silent space.

The monk's neck was broken instantly, and the vitality in his eyes quickly dissipated like a candle in the wind.

However, at the last moment of his life, the corners of his mouth slowly formed a strange and sinister smile.

"You...can't escape..."

Before that faint but malicious voice faded, the ground suddenly began to shake violently.

Followed by.

"Boom! There was a loud noise.

The entire cave seemed to be shaken by an invisible force, and countless pieces of gravel broke and splashed like raindrops.

The ground beneath Zhang Xing's feet collapsed rapidly like quicksand, and an extremely terrifying suction force gushed out from deep underground.

"not good!"

Zhang Xing secretly thought that something was wrong. Although his body was extremely strong, it was now firmly bound by this strange and powerful force.

The ground veins suddenly shook, and he accidentally fell into a dark cave.

In that dark cave, a foul-smelling gust of wind suddenly blew in the face, as if carrying the breath from hell.

Zhang Xing's cloudy pupils suddenly contracted, and a hint of alertness flashed in his eyes.

He looked closely and saw nine bronze coffins arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper deep in the cave, exuding a mysterious and strange aura.

And on the stone platform in the center, there was a jade slip that was glowing with blood, and the light it emitted was as dazzling as blood.

The moment Zhang Xing's consciousness carefully touched the jade slip, the densely packed ancient seal characters quickly penetrated into his sea of ​​consciousness like living things.

"Nine Yin Corpse Shedding Technique"! Zhang Xing couldn't help but exclaimed, his eyes full of shock. He quickly browsed the contents of the jade slip.

"Use the body of a living person to reverse the yin and yang, and use the yin energy of the earth veins to rebuild the corpse..."

Zhang Xing's shrunken chest rose and fell violently, and his dry branch-like fingers dug deep into the cracks of the stone platform, as if trying to grasp this sudden hope.
To him, it was not some kind of sorcery at all. It was clearly a new way to achieve immortality!
At this moment, the cave suddenly shook violently, as if the earth was roaring in anger. The rubble above fell down, and dust filled the entire cave.

However, Zhang Xing turned a deaf ear to it. He laughed wildly, his laughter full of madness and joy.

Then, he formed seals with his ten fingers very quickly, and strange seals flashed in the air.

Black blood oozed out of the pores all over his body. When the black blood touched the Yin energy in the cave, it instantly turned into hideous and terrifying corpse patterns that covered his entire body.

"not good!"

At this moment, he suddenly seemed to have discovered something and screamed in surprise. A hint of fear appeared on his already fanged face. (End of this chapter)