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

Thick smoke billowed, covering half of the sky like ink, and dyeing the setting sun into a shocking blood red.

As the afterglow shone down, a sense of solemnity and desolation permeated the sky and earth.

Ye Yang came back to his senses, looked at the Feitianmen Mountain Gate behind him, and sighed secretly.

At this moment, the dilapidated gate of Feitianmen was crookedly standing in the ruins.

Especially the two words "Feitian" on the door lintel, now only half of them are left, like a hideous scar that has not healed.

Ye Yang let out a breath of foul air.

For three whole days, he sat motionless on the cliff in front of the mountain gate. In his sea of ​​consciousness, he deduced the scene that had happened in front of the Feitianmen mountain gate not long ago.

The two powerful demon monks had been well prepared. They arrived at the gate of Feitianmen and were determined to kill with one blow, destroying the place and turning it into ruins.

Just at this moment, a passing swordsman in green happened to pass by.

He arrived at the mountain gate and saw the demons attacking. He descended from the sky and swung his sword, piercing through a demon head.

He raised his sword again and was about to kill another person, but he never expected that at this moment, a palm print appeared in the sky that covered the sky.

Soon, the palm print came down, and it was obvious that some higher-level power took action and rescued the demon.

"Such a powerful force is beyond the understanding of ordinary people."

Ye Yang stretched out his hand and gently touched the broken mountain in front of Feitian Gate, especially lingering his gaze on the main peak of Feitian Gate.

Once upon a time, this main peak, which once symbolized the majesty of the Feitian Sect, was now ruthlessly cut apart by the fierce and huge force.

Just as Ye Yang's fingertips touched the rock wall, his body trembled violently.

Two completely different and strange fluctuations were heard from deep in the rock layer.

Under the ground of this giant peak, there are two terrifying auras.

At the top is an extremely sharp sword energy, and below this sword energy is a huge palm print.

The sword and the palm were extremely terrifying, far beyond what one normally sees.

When he saw this, Ye Yang's pupils suddenly contracted, and a hint of shock and vigilance flashed in his eyes.

It was within his perception at the moment.

The sword intent was extremely sharp and brilliant, just like the brilliant clouds above the sky, mysterious and unfathomable, yet extremely profound.

The giant hand that descended from the sky was fierce and domineering, moving horizontally down like the boiling hot magma rolling in the underworld.

These two forces, which should have restrained or even annihilated each other, reached a strange balance at the critical moment of life and death.

"I see……"

Ye Yang muttered to himself, slowly pressing his right palm on the rock wall. A sharp edge of a sword seeped out from between his fingers, as if echoing with some power deep in the rock layer.

soon.

At the moment when Ye Yang's sword power sank, the remaining sword energy fragments deep in the rock layer produced a strong resonance with the sharpness of the sword.

Just at this time.

Ye Yang's left fist was also stimulated by the huge palm print, and he clenched it tightly involuntarily. A dark red magic pattern slowly spread along his arm.

"This is an extremely domineering physical training technique!"

Ye Yang practiced the Demon Elephant Power Method and the Demon Great Peng Method. Both methods were excellent methods for body training. Ye Yang's body had been tempered for many years and had long been like a diamond crystal, indestructible and unmovable.

Therefore, the moment he saw this huge palm print, Ye Yang realized the unusualness of this palm print.

At this moment, Ye Yang's consciousness spread towards the ground like ripples.

At this time, Ye Yang discovered that in addition to the sword energy and palm prints, there was actually a trace of blood that had not yet dried under the formation. At this time, a faint light suddenly appeared on the blood that had not yet dried.

Ye Yang turned his head suddenly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

——That bloodstain definitely didn't belong to a Feitian Sect disciple! The dark red color was faintly tinged with golden threads, clearly...

"It's the essence and blood of that great demon who suddenly appeared in the world."

"When he stretched out his giant hand to save people, he was also injured by the sword energy, so a drop of blood dripped."

Looking at the blood, Ye Yang quickly came to a conclusion.

next moment.

Ye Yang flicked his fingers, and a wisp of ethereal sword energy flew out from the ground, and following the sword energy came the even more domineering palm print of the Demon Ancestor.

Two completely different forces were slowly rotating in front of Ye Yang's chest, forming a huge pattern of a sword and a palm.

"Collect." Ye Yang said in a low voice. As soon as he finished speaking, the sword energy suddenly pierced into the ground. Suddenly, the gravel within a radius of ten feet began to float up.

Immediately afterwards, demonic energy surged out like raging magma, quickly filling the cracks in the ground.

The broken mountain groaned as if it could not bear the heavy weight, and slowly rose three inches.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Ye Yang's mouth, and his face was slightly pale, but there was a flash of almost crazy light in his eyes.

Now is not a good time to gain insights. After receiving the sword energy and palm print, Ye Yang looked at the shattered earth in front of him.

The night wind howled, sweeping the ashes across the ruins. In the hazy night, Ye Yang pointed his palm downward, and wisps of majestic spiritual power, like flexible silk threads, slowly seeped into the depths of the earth.

His spiritual awareness spread like a surging tide, keenly sensing the broken spiritual veins deep in the mountains. Not a single subtle change escaped his perception.

"Mountains are like bones, spirit veins are like blood, and water veins are like air..."

He murmured to himself in a low and firm voice, with a determined light flashing in his eyes. After a while, Ye Yang took out a few spirit marrow beads, and then gently infiltrated the beads into the rock layer, like a gentle doctor, carefully combing the broken mountain base.

"boom--"

Accompanied by a loud bang.

The earth shook violently, and countless spiritual energy was slowly injected into the mountain from Ye Yang's hands, and gravel rolled down.

At this moment, under the infusion of Ye Yang's whole body spiritual energy.

In the chaos, the broken mountain slowly rose an inch.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Ye Yang's forehead, soaking his hair, but a relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

While Ye Yang was concentrating on repairing the mountain range, outside the gate of Feitianmen, a spirit boat covered in blood slowly descended in the night sky.

On the spirit boat, Gu Xuan was wearing a black robe.

But the blood on his body had already dried up and solidified into dark red scabs.

In Gu Xuan's hand, he held a ferocious head of a cultivator at the True Person realm.

Although it was unknown how long the owner of the head had been dead, he still emitted an indescribable and terrifying water-like fluctuation, and it was obvious that he was a real cultivator from the Haiyun Tower.

Ye Yang slowly retracted his momentum, turned around, his eyes fell on the ferocious head in Gu Xuan's hand, nodded slightly, and asked in a deep voice.

"The Haiyang Building is destroyed?"

"Went out."

Gu Xuan smiled, with a hint of fatigue and relief in his smile.

But soon, his smile faded and his expression became serious.

"However, our losses were not small, especially the attack on our sect..."

A cold light flashed in Ye Yang's eyes, like a twinkling cold star in the night sky.

"It's the monks from the demon clan who are coming to kill us."

That night.

In the main hall of Feitian Sect, the atmosphere in the secret room was depressing and solemn, as if one could feel a hint of death.

"The mountain protection formation must be rebuilt as soon as possible."

Ye Yang looked stern and said in a deep voice.

"Otherwise, if the demons attack again, we won't even have a chance to resist."

Gu Xuan nodded slightly, frowning.

"Of course, but the enemy this time is too powerful. The sect has no power to fight back. Even the Qiankun Yin Yang Locking Heaven Formation we envisioned may not be able to resist this attack."

"If it weren't for the Blue Lotus Sword Immortal from the game Red Dust who took action, I'm afraid the consequences would be disastrous."

Nowadays, Feitianmen does not have the inheritance of the formation master, and the arrangement of the mountain protection formation is a big matter that cannot be ignored in any case.

"Then ask for outside help."

Ye Yang's eyes were firm and he spoke in a cold voice, his tone revealing unquestionable majesty.

"Who please?"

Gu Xuan frowned, and suddenly seemed to think of something, then spoke.

"Senior Zhi Tianji is powerful, wise, and a master of formations. If he is willing to help us."

While speaking, Gu Xuan's eyes showed a glimmer of hope. He knew that Ye Yang and Zhi Tianji had a close relationship, but Ye Yang shook his head and then spoke. (End of this chapter)