The rise of the sect: I am the most enduring child in the world of immortality

There is an ancient and mysterious atmosphere here, which is completely different from the heat and chaos of the outside world, and it exudes a solemnity.

In the center of this empty land, a huge stone tablet and mausoleum stand quietly.

Before, this place was destroyed by the battle between Ye Yang and the Snake Demon Ancestor, and there were broken walls and ruins everywhere.

At the outermost edge of the mausoleum is a circle of huge stone tablets, each of which is dozens of feet high.

It was engraved with strange runes and patterns. It was the beast demon stele that the snake demon ancestor wanted to use to trap Ye Yang.

The next moment.

He placed the image of the Nine Nether Snake King's soul in front of the stone tablet and sat down cross-legged.

This beast demon stele seemed to have the natural ability to absorb the spiritual energy of the cultivators.

At this moment, as soon as the Nine Nether Snake Emperor's soul image was taken out, under the influence of the Beast Demon Stele, a powerful and evil force surged into his sea of ​​consciousness like a surging tide.

A series of horrifying images suddenly appeared in Ye Yang's mind.

A terrifying and huge Nine Nether Snake King descended from the sky, wreaking havoc on the world, destroying all living things, dyeing the earth red with blood, and countless wronged souls wailing in pain.

"snort!"

Ye Yang snorted coldly, forced himself to calm his mind, and practiced the Wanxiang Futu Jue, using his strong willpower to resist the erosion of the evil force.

He knew very well that the Nine Nether Snake King's soul form contained enormous energy.

But it also hides endless dangers. If you are not careful, you will be swallowed by its evil nature and there is no way out.

It is not as easy as imagined to break through to the Yuanshen realm.

As time went by, Ye Yang guided that power, carefully integrating it into his meridians, and merging it with the magic power in his body.

Every time he incorporated a bit of inspiration, he could feel his skills improving and his body becoming stronger.

He is more focused and more cautious.

As the spiritual inspiration continued to flow in, his aura became stronger and stronger, and his aura became more and more astonishing.

He stood up slowly, feeling the surging power in his body, his heart filled with joy and pride.

Ye Yang's body was shrouded in a layer of deep light.

In that light, the spirit of the Nine Nether Snake King's Dharma image slowly merged into his body like a nimble gossamer thread.

The beast-demon stele in front of him was ancient and mysterious, and the runes on it flickered with a faint light, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.

Ye Yang sat cross-legged with his five hearts facing the sky, and his hands formed a strange seal in front of him.

Every breath caused the surrounding spiritual energy to fluctuate violently.

The spiritual power of the Nine Nether Snake Emperor's Dharma image raged in his body, trying to break through his control.

However, Ye Yang's will was as solid as a rock. He practiced his skills and used his powerful magic power to refine the inspiration bit by bit and integrate it into his meridians, bones, and flesh.

"call……"

Ye Yang slowly exhaled a breath, feeling the gradually growing strength in his body, his heart filled with joy.

This beast demon stele seemed to have some kind of magical power, which not only helped him absorb inspiration, but also stabilized his mind, allowing him to move forward steadily on the road to breakthrough.

In this quiet ancestral land, Ye Yang was immersed in the world of cultivation.

He had no idea that the outside world was already in turmoil.

Although the Beast Demon Sect is no longer well-known, the cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation who know about this sect all understand the power it represents.

The Beast Demon Sect is a huge force that has been standing for who knows how many years.

It was breached overnight.

This news was like a bombshell, causing a huge uproar in the entire cultivation world.

Countless practitioners were stunned and could not believe this fact.

On the streets and after dinner, people were talking about the demise of the Beast Demon Sect.

"I heard that Ye Yang, the master of both swords and sabers, teamed up with Zhi Tianji and Queen Yanluo to wipe out the Beast Demon Sect. How powerful are these three people to be able to do this!"

A practitioner in black robes had a look of shock on his face, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Yes, the Beast Demon Sect is a powerful force that has been passed down for who knows how many tens of thousands of years. It has a profound foundation and has been up and down in the long river of history. I didn't expect it to be like this..."

An old man next to him shook his head repeatedly, his eyes full of emotion.

"It is said that Zhi Tianji and Queen Yanluo have already broken through to the Yuanshen Dao realm. Even Ye Yang, who is an expert in both swords and sabers, is about to break through to the Yuanshen realm."

At one time, countless sects and families held meetings to discuss countermeasures.

This sudden change made them realize that the landscape of the cultivation world might be about to undergo earth-shaking changes.

Even the Jiutian Sect, the leader of Yalongling, which has always dominated the world of cultivation, felt unprecedented pressure.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the main hall of Jiutian Sect was so solemn that it seemed as if water could drip out.

"It is hard to imagine that these people are so capable that they even destroyed the Beast Demon Sect."

A mysterious voice spoke in a deep voice.

"Feitianmen's development is really too fast. It has only been a few years, and the other party has grown to this point."

"The three of them have a good relationship. They are all in the top ten of the Great Fortune Dynasty Demon Slayer List. They have previously cooperated to kill Jiumodan of the Netherworld Yellow Spring. Now they are going to form an alliance again."

“Is this going to become an iron triangle?”

Two Yuanshen Taoists, and one top-notch Dharma Real Person who possesses two Yuanshen Taoist artifacts.

No one dares to underestimate such an alliance.

Everyone was arguing, but there was no conclusion.

And in the deep sea, in a mysterious underwater palace, a terrifying figure was sitting on a huge coral throne.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly, and two cold rays shot out from his eyes, causing the entire palace to tremble.

"The Beast Demon Sect was destroyed? Ye Yang... Knowing the secrets of heaven... Queen Yama..."

The figure muttered to himself, his voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the Netherworld.

"Interesting, it seems that the cultivation world is about to change."

He has been in seclusion in this deep sea for many years and has paid little attention to the affairs of the cultivation world.

However, the destruction of the Beast Demon Sect was like a thunderclap, waking him up from his retreat.

"It seems that I should go out for a walk."

He slowly stood up, and a powerful aura emanated from his body, causing the surrounding sea water to boil.

at this time.

Ye Yang was still immersed in his cultivation in the mysterious place of the Beast Demon Sect.

Along with the Nine Nether Snake King's Dharma image being refined.

Ye Yang's strength is constantly improving, and he is getting closer and closer to the Yuanshen Dao realm.

After a few more days, Ye Yang finally felt that there was only a thin layer of window paper between him and the Yuanshen Dao realm.

He took a deep breath, mobilized all the strength in his body, and prepared to make the final breakthrough.

In the Beast Demon Sect which has been shrouded in haze for a long time.

Ye Yang's body was surrounded by surging spiritual energy, like a lone fire burning in the dark night.

The spiritual power of the Nine Nether Serpent King's Dharma image was so strong that during the process of being refined by Ye Yang, a dreamlike "rain of spiritual power" actually fell.

This "inspiration rain" is not ordinary rain. Every drop contains endless Dharma truth and obsession.

It fell on Ye Yang and penetrated into his meridians.

As a cultivator at the Yuanshen Dao realm, the Snake Demon Ancestor’s Dharma appearance is naturally extraordinary.

Ye Yang used the Beast Demon Stele to refine it continuously, but he could only refine it with the slowness of a grindstone.

Time passes by every second.

Ye Yang was in the place where the Beast Demon Sect sat in meditation, trying his best to refine the spiritual power of the Snake Demon Ancestor.

Before I knew it, three years had passed.

During these three years, he forgot about the disturbances in the outside world and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the practice of blending with the Dharma image and spiritual inspiration of the Snake Demon Ancestor.

His body became a huge vortex, continuously sucking in spiritual energy into his body and transforming it into his own power.

The Snake Demon Ancestor's inspiration was powerful and strange, and it impacted Ye Yang's cognition and cultivation foundation time and time again.

But with his firm will and extraordinary understanding, Ye Yang gradually adapted to this difficult refining process and continued to improve himself.

Three years passed in a flash.

When Ye Yang finally completely absorbed and refined the Snake Demon Ancestor's spiritual power.

His aura changed drastically.

He was originally reserved, but now he exuded a chilling aura, as if he had some kind of inexplicable connection with the mysterious snake demon. However, the calm did not last long.

The Evil King Sword in Ye Yang's hand suddenly made a sharp sound.

The blade trembled violently, as if an uncontrollable force was surging within it.

Immediately afterwards, the Evil King's Sword actually made an action to devour its master. A black demonic flame ignited from the blade and spread towards Ye Yang's palm.

Ye Yang was horrified. He tried to suppress the movement of the Evil King Sword, but the power of the Evil King Sword became extremely strong at this moment, and his suppression seemed futile.

Just when Ye Yang and the Evil King Sword were in a stalemate, a strange face appeared from the blade of the Evil King Sword.

A three-headed snake demon, looking extremely ferocious.

A sinister sneer emanated from the ferocious snake demon's face, and the voice echoed in Ye Yang's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Boy, I'm not dead yet. Today is the day you die!"

"The residual soul of the Snake Demon Ancestor."

Seeing this, Ye Yang was not surprised but happy.

I know that this was the last obsession of the Snake Demon Ancestor after his death.

At this moment, the moment the head of the snake demon ancestor appeared.

Deep in his consciousness, the scene of killing the snake demon that year reappeared.

The fierce battle scene, every detail is extremely clear.

now.

Ye Yang felt that his spiritual consciousness had been hit by an unprecedented impact.

The snake demon's face and the Evil King's sword merged together like two huge mountains, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe.

His consciousness began to blur and he gradually lost control of his body.

The black devil flame of the Evil King's Sword became more and more vigorous, almost swallowing him up.

Ye Yang's body was shaking violently, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Ye Yang's eyes revealed firmness and determination. Despite facing tremendous pressure, his will was as hard as steel.

As Ye Yang resisted with all his might, the magic power in his body began to undergo miraculous changes.

The magic power and the spirit that had been transformed were originally fighting separately, but under his command, they gradually merged together.

The Snake Demon Ancestor's inspiration, his own spiritual power, and the power contained in the Evil King's Sword formed a new, more powerful torrent of power.

This torrent of power rampaged through Ye Yang's body, and every impact was accompanied by severe pain.

But Ye Yang gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and guided the power towards the direction of his soul.

In the process of his magic power transforming into spiritual power, under the nourishment of this power, it began to transform.

The originally slightly illusory soul gradually became more solid, and the light became more dazzling.

The three-headed snake demon face on the Evil King's Sword felt that Ye Yang's resistance was growing stronger and stronger, and began to attack frantically.

The spirit of the weapon with a snake demon face kept making shrill cries, and black demon shadows pounced towards Ye Yang's soul.

That terrifying aura was like an invisible rope, trying to bind Ye Yang's soul and prevent him from breaking through.

"When you were alive, Ye didn't care about you. Now that you're dead, you still dare to act like a demon?"

With a loud bang, Ye Yang's voice echoed in the void, filled with endless determination and firmness.

The sound was like a sharp sword blade, cutting through the oppressive darkness around and dispelling the terrifying aura emitted by the snake demon mask container spirit.

Following this angry shout, Ye Yang's consciousness instantly burst out with a dazzling light, like the first ray of sunlight when the sun rises, penetrating through the heavy darkness and hitting the core of the three-headed snake demon.

There was a loud bang, and it seemed as if the whole world trembled at that moment.

Ye Yang's consciousness turned into an invisible giant hand, tightly grasped the face of the three-headed snake demon, and then devoured it mercilessly.

When the black devil's shadow came into contact with this powerful force, it melted quickly like ice and snow encountering fire, and disappeared without a trace.

Just at this moment.

Ye Yang's soul underwent a qualitative leap and became extremely powerful.

He felt an unprecedented power, as if he had mastered the mysteries of heaven and earth.

After the breakthrough, Ye Yang slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the Evil King Sword in his hand. At this moment, the Evil King Sword had regained its composure, and the blade was gleaming with a faint light, as if it was surrendering to him. (End of this chapter)