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

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 the compass and was about to move forward.

But at this time, he found that Ye Yang beside him was silent and motionless. He pulled Ye Yang's sleeve and said, "Friend Wang, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Yang shook his head and said nothing. The next moment, he spoke.

"In that case, let's go and take a look!"

Zhou Chun nodded and took out a compass from his storage bag. The compass flew up, carrying Zhou Chun and Ye Yang forward quickly.

Soon, Luo Pan stood firm among the crowd.

As the runes flashed, he controlled eight brilliant golden lights to shoot out from the compass like meteors. With unparalleled momentum, they pierced through the brows of the demon cultivators holding black banners with incredible precision.

There was still a look of astonishment on the faces of those demon cultivators.

Before he could even let out a scream, he was instantly transformed into thick blood mist and exploded, with the bloody odor filling the air.

"The Heavenly Secret Demon Slaying Array Flag?"

Ye Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. This Tianji Demon-Slaying Formation is a secret of the Tianji Pavilion. It is very important and only the true disciples can practice it.

"I didn't expect that Brother Zhou is actually a true disciple of Tianji Pavilion."

Zhou Chun was about to speak and wanted to ask about the identity of the young man next to him.

However, they never expected that at this moment, the ground beneath their feet suddenly shook violently, as if a powerful force was stirring underground.

After the death of these demon cultivators, the blood that spilled on the ground seemed to have life. It squirmed and twisted on the ground, slowly outlining a huge and strange rune, emitting a creepy aura.

"It's a bit weird! It seems like something huge sensed the blood and rushed over."

Ye Yang looked back and discovered that the fog that was originally pervasive on the sea surface suddenly began to roll and boil violently.

The entire East China Sea seemed to be stirred up by an invisible giant hand.

Immediately afterwards, a pitch-black magic ship that was a thousand feet long slowly emerged from the fog.

At the bow of the ship, there is a carving of a hideous dragon's head. The dragon's head has opened its huge mouth, revealing sharp teeth, as if it is ready to devour someone at any time.

On both sides of the ship, there were blood-red eyeball-shaped machine gun muzzles, exuding a ferocious and frightening aura.

What is most chilling is that the hull of the entire magic ship is made of the skeletons of countless monks. Those skeletons are in different shapes and some are incomplete.

"It's... it's the demon clan's bone battleship!"

A seriously injured monk screamed in horror.

"This is the magic treasure of the Sky Wing Demon Clan. We are in trouble now!"

Ye Yang looked around and found that on the deck of the magic ship, hundreds of magicians were waving blood-red formation flags frantically, muttering to themselves, with crazy and excited expressions on their faces.

The blood mist erupted by the demon cultivators who were previously killed by Zhou Chun was now being greedily swallowed by the giant skeleton mouth at the bottom of the magic ship, as if providing nutrients for this evil warship.

On top of the bone tower at the highest point of the magic ship, a figure wearing a human skin cloak was quietly looking down at the tall Yuyang City.

The next moment, the man raised his hand and waved gently.

The "machine cannons" on both sides of the magic ship suddenly opened up, blood light condensed, and ready to go.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar, hundreds of bloody demonic lights poured down like a torrential rain.

Wherever it passed, the sea water near the East China Sea was instantly evaporated into scarlet mist, and the air was filled with a pungent fishy smell.

In Yuyang City, in Zuixian Tower.

The rich aroma of wine and meat filled the air, but it could not cover up the solemn and almost suffocating atmosphere in the hall.

Han Qizhi, the monk guarding Yuyang City, walked with a steady but somewhat solemn step, and placed a skull of a living demon with devil horns on the exquisite sandalwood table with a "dong".

On this skull magic weapon, strange runes composed of seven golden lines emit a heart-pounding glow, as if they were squeezed out from the depths of the skull.

"The seventh one."

Han Qizhi's mutilated left hand slowly stroked the top of the skull. His voice was low and hoarse, with an unspeakable worry.

"This month, the same soul-controlling threads were found on the bodies of different demon cultivators." Just as he finished speaking, something strange happened at the scene.

Black blood suddenly seeped out from the joints of the skull, flowed slowly on the sandalwood table, and eventually condensed into the two words "Gui Yin".

The faces of all the monks in the room changed, and the atmosphere instantly became more tense and depressing.

Next to Han Qizhi, a cultivator at the Yuanshen realm, was Fairy Qingxia of the Taixu sect. Fairy Qingxia's originally fair fingers trembled slightly, and the warm jade cup in her hand cracked with a long crack.

"This year is the year of Guiyin... It is said that the year of Guiyin is the year of demonic disasters! Could it be that this time..."

She seemed to remember that she was hungry, her voice trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of fear and anxiety.

at this time.

"Report!"

An urgent shout broke the suffocating silence.

A young monk staggered into the hall with a panicked look on his face. There were obvious burn marks on his cuffs, as if he had just been through a fierce battle.

"East City Gate... Demon warships appeared in the direction of the East City Gate!"

The man's voice was somewhat hurried and frightened.

"what?"

Han Qizhi stood up suddenly, and his movement was so fast that the skull magic weapon on the table began to vibrate violently.

His one eye gleamed with a sharp light, as if it could see through all the secrets in the darkness.

"But it's huge, like a mountain, and full of bones."

His voice was urgent and firm.

"That's right! The huge ship broke through the waves and flattened the waves along the entire East China Sea."

The young monk replied quickly.

The monks in the room were suddenly in an uproar, with discussions breaking out one after another.

"What should we do now? The Skeleton Demon Ship is very powerful. We need to be extremely cautious."

"Not long ago, the Taixu Dao Sect was attacked from high altitude by the demon cultivators. Now our staff is busy and we can't spare the air support."

"I heard that Ye Daozu, the master of both swords and sabers from Feitian Sect, has also appeared on the shores of the East China Sea. I wonder if Ye Daozu will take action."

Hearing the name of Ye Daozu.

Amid the originally tense banquet, there was finally a hint of relaxation in the atmosphere.

The jade cup in Fairy Qingxia's hand finally shattered completely, and the nectar in the cup spilled, soaking her skirt.

"If it is really Ye Daozu who has come, there might be a chance of turning things around this time!"

Just as everyone was astonished, the light outside the window suddenly became as bright as day. The strong light made everyone squint their eyes subconsciously.

Everyone rushed to the corridor and looked towards the east.

I saw that the night sky in the east was clearly divided by the light of swords. A sword energy that spanned the sky and the earth and a sword light that dominated the sky and the earth were like a dazzling galaxy, colliding violently with something.

The shock wave produced by the collision was like a surging ocean wave, causing the eaves bells on the city wall to jingle.

Even the residual power of the battle hundreds of miles away caused the sturdy city defense formation to activate automatically, emitting a faint light.

"wrong……"

Han Qizhi suddenly pressed down the skull magic weapon that was still trembling slightly. His expression became more solemn, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

"The edge of this sword is extremely sharp. Could it be that Ye Daozu has appeared? However, he doesn't seem to be dealing with the magic ship, but... intercepting something more terrifying!"

Han Qizhi's voice was low and serious.

As if to confirm his words, a scarlet crack suddenly appeared in the night sky, and the breath emanating from the crack was full of evil and terror.

A giant hand covered with magic patterns slowly stretched out from the gap. Every inch it stretched out caused the heaven and earth to tremble, as if the whole world was shaking under the pressure of this giant hand.

And that unparalleled sword light was pressing against the wrist of the giant hand, fighting a desperate battle with this terrifying force...

"Ye Daozu has appeared, let's go and help!" (End of this chapter)