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

A simple word came out of Ye Yang's mouth.

In an instant, the Evil King's Sword seemed to sense the will of its master, and automatically unsheathed, transforming into a black stream of light.

Drawing a perfect arc in the air. Ye Yang snorted coldly, without any fear in his eyes.

Ye Yang held the Evil King Sword horizontally in his left hand and slashed forward fiercely. The sword whistled with a fierce murderous intent.

As his right hand clenched into the air, the Void Red Lotus Sword instantly appeared, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the Demon Lord Illusion Heart.

The moment the swords collided, a dazzling light burst out.

Wherever the sword and knife light passed, the blood-colored sky was easily torn apart like a fragile curtain, revealing the real and blue sky outside.

The sunlight shines through the cracks, dispelling the darkness in this fantasy world.

"Impossible!" The voice of the Magic Heart Lord was filled with horror and disbelief.
"How could you... This Fantasy Demon Realm is a world that I carefully constructed. How could it be cracked by you so easily?"

"A mere illusion, dare you call it a world?"

There was a hint of cold murderous intent in Ye Yang's eyes.

"It's just a trick to deceive yourself and others."

it's all over."

Ye Yang's voice was cold and firm, without a trace of emotion.

The Evil King's Sword was like a streak of black light, piercing into the chest of the Illusionary Demon Lord.

Almost at the same time, the Void Red Lotus Sword also slashed down, and the blade flashed with a cold light.

Saw this scene.

The body of the Demon Lord Huanxin suddenly froze in the air, his eyes were full of astonishment and unwillingness, his mouth opened wide, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

“…How could it be…”

The voice of the Demon Lord Huanxin was weak and trembling, full of doubt and fear.

Ye Yang flipped his wrist lightly, and the Evil King Sword and the Red Lotus Sword exerted force at the same time.

With a loud bang, the body of the Illusionary Demon Lord exploded and turned into black mist that filled the sky.

After this person died, a jade slip appeared in his body. Ye Yang waved his hand and took the jade slip steadily in his hand.

Through the fight with the Demon Lord Huanxin just now, he keenly sensed that something was wrong here.

next moment.

Ye Yang opened the jade slip, and his spiritual consciousness invaded it frantically, and he immediately sensed the remaining information in the jade slip.

The demons are brewing a shocking conspiracy in their nest in the East China Sea, and the previous siege of Yuyang City was just a cover they carefully designed.

The blood-colored runes on the surface of the jade slip circulated wildly, forming a line of shocking words:

"There is more than one center of the formation, Yuyang is also one of them."

"Fellow Daoist Qingwei, I need you to bring the jade slip and quickly return to Taixu Dao Sect to warn them."

……

Hearing Ye Yang say this, Taoist Qingwei also realized the seriousness of the matter. The next moment, his figure was like a streak of green light that cut through the sky.

He held tightly in his hand the remains of the Demon Lord Conghuanxin, and then left at high speed.

"The Demonic Nest of the East Sea..."

Taoist Qingwei silently recited the few words deciphered from the jade slip in his mind, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He should have thought of it earlier. The siege of Yuyang City was too strange.

Not long ago, the demon clan sent out three demon kings, but they only surrounded and did not attack. It turned out that their intention was to divert the attention of the major sects.

The clouds beneath his feet were rapidly retreating, and Qingwei estimated the distance to Taixu Taoist Gate.

Suddenly, a warning signal came to his mind and he paused.

Two black shadows spread out like ink.

"Fellow Daoist Qingwei, why are you in such a hurry?"

The black-robed leader's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper.

"Although Lord Huanxin has passed away, the things he left behind are not something you can take away."

Qingwei's expression remained unchanged, and he had secretly put three "Taiyi Divine Thunder Talismans" of the Taixu Taoist sect into his sleeves.

He recognized the blood-colored magic pattern embroidered on the other person's collar - it was the "Blood Shadow Three Evils", the personal guards of the Demon Lord Huanxin.

"You little demon dare to block my way?"

Qingwei shouted coldly, and as he waved his sleeves, three golden thunders tore through the sky.

At the same time, he made a hand gesture with his left hand, and the jade pendant on his waist emitted a clear light. His figure suddenly accelerated, and he passed through the gap between the three people. …

On the other side, when True Man Qingwei went back to report.

Ye Yang has already arrived in Yuyang City. He did not display the power of a cultivator in the Yuanshen Dao realm. Instead, he disguised himself, changed into an ordinary green robe, and slowly walked into the city.

However, at this moment, Ye Yang frowned as he looked at the wisps of black smoke rising from the city and smelled the mixed smell of blood and burnt food in the air.

The city of Yuyang had experienced many wars, and the city walls were covered with scars and extremely mottled, with shocking marks.

The streets were dotted with deep, collapsed pits, and a few buildings still had strange purple flames remaining.

The most frightening thing is the figures lying in all directions.

Ye Yang walked up to a gray-robed monk who was leaning against a broken wall.

The man had three piercing wounds on his chest, the wounds were an ominous purple-black color, and his breathing was barely audible. Ye Yang felt his pulse and his expression became even more solemn.

"It's the 'heart-eating evil spirit'"

He whispered to himself, quickly opened his storage bag, and took out a jade bottle.

What poured out of the bottle was not an ordinary pill, but a pill emitting a bright yellow light.

If there is a master of alchemy here, he will be shocked - this is the Apricot Yellow Heart Protecting Pill which is quite famous in the cultivation world.

After the pill entered his stomach, the purple-black gas at the cultivator's wound quickly dissipated as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

Ye Yang skillfully pierced the vital points on the monk's body.

As the needle tip trembled, there was a faint sound of a dragon's roar. But within half a minute, the monk slowly opened his eyes.

“I’m not dead?”

The monk asked weakly, his eyes falling on Ye Yang's face, full of disbelief.

The next moment, he bowed his head respectfully and said.

"Thank you for your fatal favor, fellow Taoist!"

Ye Yang smiled slightly: "Daoyou's life is safe, but you can't practice martial arts within three days."

After saying this, he stood up and walked towards the next injured person.

Just like this, Ye Yang shuttled through the ruins, and wherever he passed, dots of light danced like fireflies.

In fact, considering the injuries of these people, he could completely use the strength of his primordial spirit realm to send out spiritual light all over the sky and save them.

However, the reason why he hid his figure today was because Ye Yang felt that Yuyang City was not as simple as he imagined.

There must be a lot of demon spies inside, so I don't want to alert them and just spy on them secretly.

"My fellow Taoist, please stay!"

When Ye Yang was treating the seventeenth person, a white-haired old man stopped him.

Although the old man's clothes were torn, he had an extraordinary bearing. The bronze compass hanging around his waist showed that he should be the elder of a certain formation sect.

"I am Zhou Chun from Tianji Pavilion. I see that fellow Taoist has profound medical skills. I wonder where he learned them from? Those elixirs..."

The old man stared at Ye Yang's medicine box with burning eyes.

Ye Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead and bowed humbly.

"I am Wang Yu, a junior from the Feitian Sect, and I only have a basic understanding of the art of medicine."

"You are actually a disciple of Feitian Sect. I am very honored to be here. I wonder how the battle line of Feitian Sect is going?"

Ye Yang pondered for a moment and spoke.

"Not long ago Daozu Daoye came to solve the demon problem and killed the old demon of bone erosion."

"What? It must be Ye Daozu who is here. If he can come, it will be a blessing for us."

Just as Zhou Chun was about to ask again, there was a commotion in the city.

I saw a red beam of light rising from the direction of West City, and faint sounds of shouting and killing could be heard.

"Not good! The remaining demon cultivators are attacking the area where the wounded are gathered!"

Zhou Chun's face changed drastically and he turned around to rush over.

When the two arrived, the scene was already in chaos.

The five demons were frantically attacking the makeshift medical shed, and the several monks guarding it were defeated one after another.

The most terrifying thing was that the blood and energy coming out of the wounds of the wounded on the ground was being absorbed by the black banner in the hands of the evil cultivator.

"Blood Refining Demon Banner! They are collecting the blood of the injured!"

Zhou Chun shouted angrily, took out his compass and was about to step forward. (End of this chapter)