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

At this moment, six figures slowly walked out of the shadows nearby.

These people were all dressed in the same gray and white sword robes with fluttering sleeves. Although they were old and young, there was a broken long sword embroidered on their chests, which seemed to have a meaningful meaning.

Leading the group was a white-haired old man.

Although his face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were bright.

At this moment, the other party was holding a thin sword that was no wider than a finger, and the sword was shining coldly in the dim light.

"Someone from the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect?"

Ye Yang recognized the iconic broken sword emblem and was shocked.

The current Lietian Sword Sect has long been destroyed in the dust of history, but I didn’t expect that there are still some remnants alive.

At this moment, the old man was also surprised when he saw Ye Yang.

His eyes swept back and forth over Ye Yang's body like swords, and especially when he sensed the strong sword energy emanating from Ye Yang, the light in his eyes suddenly brightened.

"There are traces of my Sky-Splitting Sword Sect's Heavenly Immortal Sword Technique."

“However, the Heavenly Immortal Sword Art was destroyed before the sect was destroyed, and the Heavenly Immortal Stele obtained by our ancestors has long been strictly guarded by major forces such as the Taixu Dao Sect and the Feitian Sect.”

"Why does this person have the shadow of the Heavenly Immortal Sword Technique? It's impossible."

Ye Yang glanced at the six people.

The positions of these six people seemed random, but in fact they blocked all his escape routes. The sword in each person's hand was pointing at his vital points at different angles, and they were obviously proficient in the art of combined attack.

However, when they looked at Ye Yang, they felt even more frightened.

This person was clearly just one person, but for some reason, he remained calm and composed when facing a group of people.

Even when he tried to use the secret technique of Sword Eye to sense the opponent's cultivation level.

Something shocking happened to him.

The aura of the other person was as deep as the sea, and as towering as a mountain. No matter how hard he tried, he could not figure out the identity of the other person at all.

"Hey! That monk."

There is a young disciple behind this white-haired elder.

At the instruction of the elder, he walked to Ye Yang, wanting to test Ye Yang's strength. Just as he was about to ask questions, before he finished speaking, he saw Ye Yang suddenly move.

He neither drew his sword nor cast any spells.

He just calmly raised his right hand with his five fingers slightly spread out.

In an instant, the air around him seemed to solidify, and an invisible and powerful force, like a surging undercurrent, violently pulled the disciple forward.

"Ugh!"

The disciple only had time to let out a short, sharp scream before he felt his neck tighten.

It was already tightly grasped by Ye Yang's strong and powerful hand like an iron clamp.

"stop!"

"Let go of Senior Brother Lin!"

When the remaining four people saw this scene, they were shocked and angry. Their faces changed suddenly and they quickly changed positions, trying to form a sword formation to rescue the person who was captured by Ye Yang.

For a moment, the sword light flickered like stars, and six long swords were unsheathed at the same time. The sharp sword energy intertwined with each other, like an impenetrable net, covering Ye Yang.

Ye Yang didn't even turn his head, but just gave them a cold look.

The originally ordinary eyes now glowed with a faint sword-like luster, as sharp as cold stars.

Deep in the pupils, it seemed as if countless tiny sword shadows were rapidly moving, emitting a chilling chill.

With just this one glance, the swords in the hands of the six disciples suddenly began to tremble violently, as if they were enduring great pain, and emitted bursts of buzzing sounds.

“Crack! Crack!”

A series of crisp breaking sounds echoed in this gloomy Sword Burial Valley.

Six high-quality, once sharp spiritual swords were all broken at the same moment!

The broken fragments of the sword blade fell to the ground like withered petals, making a crisp sound, as if it was raining cold metal.

What's even more frightening is...

The protective jade pendants hanging around the disciples' waists, the magical instruments hidden in their sleeves, and even the jade hairpins in their hair, all objects that contained a trace of spiritual power, exploded and shattered at the same moment!

Fragments of spiritual power flew everywhere, and a burning smell filled the air.

"How is this possible?"

The white-haired old man staggered back, his face full of horror, his eyes wide open, as if he had seen the most incredible scene in the world.

"What kind of cultivation is it that can reach such a level?" "Sword's will is in the void, and all weapons are in submission. This is actually the realm of the sword domain space!"

Ye Yang's eyes swept among the six monks like a hawk.

The next moment, his eyes were fixed on the white-haired elder who was in the lead.

Ye Yang grabbed the man in mid-air, and he was pulled over by an invisible force like a puppet, and fell heavily at Ye Yang's feet with a dull sound.

"What on earth are you going to do?"

The tall and thin man was terrified, his body shaking uncontrollably. He struggled to get up, but found that his limbs were limp and powerless.

Ye Yang did not answer, but casually threw away the "Senior Brother Lin" in his right hand, and the disciple was thrown aside like a rag.

Then, Ye Yang slowly squatted down and placed his right hand on the top of the tall and thin man's head.

"Soul-searching technique?!"

The white-haired old man's face turned pale in an instant, like dead ash, and a trace of despair flashed across his face.

Only then did I realize that I had met someone I couldn't afford to offend.

"what--!!!"

Just at the moment when Ye Yang's hand was placed on the other's head.

The elder let out a shrill scream that was not like a human voice. The sound echoed in the Sword Burial Valley, making people shudder.

The next moment, his body began to twitch violently.

His eyeballs rolled up, revealing a large area of ​​white, white foam flowed from the corners of his mouth, and veins bulged at his temples, as if countless small snakes were wriggling wildly under his skin.

Ye Yang closed his eyes and concentrated, his consciousness like a sharp blade, forcing into the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness.

Countless fragments of memory flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope.

Scenes of cultivation, sect tasks, secret gatherings
There are many, many more.

"Our Sky-Splitting Sword Sect is expected to be wiped out today. It is really disrespectful for our founder to destroy his foundation in our hands!"

"Hurry up and leave. As long as you escape this mountain road and head south, we have a backup plan there. We will have a chance of survival wherever we go."

Countless fragments of memory came to his mind, and Ye Yang keenly captured a key memory.

On the bloody night when the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect was destroyed.

As the moonlight flowed, a group of young monks escaped from the Lietian Sword Sect's mountain protection formation in the dark and left in a hurry.

"what!!"

At this moment, as Ye Yang was searching his soul, an extremely shrill scream, like a sharp blade, broke the silence of the Sword Burial Valley and echoed in the empty valley for a long time.

The elder's face was distorted beyond recognition, as if it was being kneaded by an invisible terrifying force.

It seemed as if countless restless little snakes were hiding beneath his skin.

Shocking strands of blood slowly seeped out of his seven orifices, staining his originally pale face with a strange crimson color.

However, Ye Yang turned a blind eye to the horrifying scene before him. The dark blue soul-searching light emanating from his palm became increasingly dazzling.

His spiritual sense accurately and coldly cut into the other party's complex memory fragments.

"found it……"

Finally, in the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness, a heavily sealed sword-shaped memory, like a bright star in the darkness, caught Ye Yang's attention.

As Ye Yang continued to exert his strength, the seal finally couldn't bear the weight and shattered with a loud bang.

In an instant, scattered images flooded into Ye Yang's mind like flying snowflakes.

In a deep dark space, three ancient and mysterious jade slips were floating quietly.

On each jade slip, the words "Split the Sky" were clearly engraved.
Then, the scene changed, and a middle-aged swordsman with an upright figure and dignified temperament appeared in front of Ye Yang.

With a solemn expression, he handed the three jade slips to the three elders respectively. His lips moved slightly as if he was saying something important.

Unfortunately, this memory is incomplete and I can't hear clearly what he said.

Finally, a clear picture came into Ye Yang's eyes, and Ye Yang's heart finally showed a hint of understanding.

This last jade slip was quietly buried in a sword tomb somewhere in the Buried Sword Valley, and the location of the sword tomb was actually...

Ye Yang suddenly opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes burst out like two dazzling stars.

He casually threw the elder, who was foaming at the mouth and had lost his mind, away and headed towards the depths of the Sword Burial Valley.

"The Sky-Splitting Sword Technique is just ahead." (End of this chapter)