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

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The leader of the Youlong tribe searched for a long time, but failed to bring back the dragon blood from the earth veins as he wished.

Ye Yang stayed in the Youming family for several days.

In the past few days, he has been investigating the injuries of the Nether Ancestor, but it is not as simple as he imagined.

The opponent's injuries were very serious, so serious that for the first time in so many years, Ye Yang was helpless.

now.

In front of the dim bed of the Netherworld Patriarch.

Ye Yang looked solemn, his brows were tightly locked together, like two deep ravines.

The old man lying on the bed was skinny and his skin was like a layer of thin paper, tightly attached to his bones.

From a distance, it looked like a lifeless mummy.

What's even more strange is.

"Earth dragon blood is too precious. It is difficult for us to obtain it."

Ye Yang raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sneered.

"Without the dragon blood of the earth veins, if I want to fully cure it, I'm afraid..."

Ye Yang sighed, paused slightly, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, Ye Yang formed seals with his hands quickly like a phantom, and then swung them slowly.

The next moment, a soft water-blue light, like a lively elf, slowly emerged from his palm.

The light flowed gently like a gurgling stream, slowly enveloping the shriveled body of the Netherworld Ancestor.

As the power of the water veins continued to be injected, the originally shriveled body of the Nether Ancestor gradually filled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those horrible cracks seemed to be smoothed out quietly by an invisible hand, and the skin regained some luster.

However, Ye Yang keenly noticed that there seemed to be an extremely strange power hidden in the old man's body, which was stubbornly resisting the penetration of the water vein power.

Just when Ye Yang's nourishing water vein power was absorbed.

The tightly closed eyes of the Nether Ancestor suddenly opened.

But those cloudy eyes revealed a fear that penetrated deep into the bones, as if they had witnessed the most horrifying scene in the world.

"The Imperial Tomb..."

The old man's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper, and he was still mumbling to himself.

"There is a great terror in that imperial mausoleum..."

Heard of the name of the imperial tomb.

Ye Yang's heart suddenly shook, as if hit by a heavy hammer, and he asked hurriedly and anxiously.

"Senior, what did you see in the imperial mausoleum?"

The Netherworld Ancestor trembled and slowly raised his hand, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and pointed to the corner of the room.

Ye Yang looked in the direction of his finger and saw an ancient painting hanging there. The picture was a little mottled, but a man could still be clearly seen standing quietly under the blood-red moon.

“It’s him…”

There was undisguised fear in the voice of the Nether Ancestor.

"He is sucking blood..."

Ye Yang's pupils shrank suddenly, like a cold star suddenly twinkling in the night sky. He recognized the tall figure in the painting at a glance.

The figure was extremely terrifying and powerful. Even though it was so far away from Ye Yang, Ye Yang could still feel the powerful aura emanating from it.

Pregnant fairy!

"Senior, what exactly happened?" Ye Yang asked anxiously.

The Netherworld Patriarch took a deep breath, as if trying to calm his inner turmoil, and spoke slowly.

"That day, I sneaked into the imperial mausoleum under the cover of night, hoping to find a treasure that would help me break through."

"Who would have thought that as soon as I stepped into the depths of the imperial mausoleum, I would hear a faint and extremely strange chanting sound..."

The old man's voice suddenly trembled violently, as if he had returned to that terrible scene again.

"I walked in the direction of the sound, and I saw... I saw a huge pool of blood, like an abyss."

"There are countless corpses floating in the blood pool. Their blood is being madly sucked away by an invisible force, gradually condensing into a drop of dazzling golden liquid..."

The Netherworld Patriarch nodded slightly and continued

"Just when I was so shocked that I didn't know what to do, an illusory shadow suddenly appeared above the blood pool. It was the shadow of the Holy Emperor."

Ye Yang only felt a bone-chilling chill that quickly spread from the soles of his feet along his spine to his entire body.

"Then what?" Ye Yang asked impatiently.

"Then……"

The voice of the Nether Ancestor suddenly became terrified, as if he was about to be swallowed by fear.

"He just glanced at me! With just that one glance, I felt as if all the blood in my body was being pulled out by an invisible force! I tried my best to escape, but I was still hurt by that look..."

Before the old man could finish his words, he suddenly started coughing violently and his body began to tremble violently.

Upon seeing this, Ye Yang hurriedly used all his strength to circulate the power of his water veins, trying to stabilize the old man's injuries. However, he was horrified to find that the strange power in the old man's body was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and was frantically counterattacking.

"not good!"

Ye Yang's face turned pale instantly.

"There is an indescribable powerful force in his body that is preventing him from recovering from his injuries."

Ye Yang took a deep breath of the cold air, his expression was as solemn as iron, and his hands formed seals again like a phantom.

This time, he tried his best and even mobilized a little bit of the spiritual power in his body.

In an instant, layers of dreamy aqua-blue halos appeared around him, just like surging waves, one after another, surging and emitting a mysterious and soft light.

"go!"

Ye Yang suddenly let out a low shout. Although the sound was not loud, it resounded through the room like a huge bell.

Along with this low shout, an even more majestic aqua-blue light surged out from his palm like a pouring galaxy.

It poured down majestically like a waterfall, completely enveloping the Netherworld Ancestor lying on his sickbed.

However, things are unpredictable, and at this critical moment, something strange happened!

The indescribable strange power in the body of the Nether Ancestor seemed to be completely enraged by the sudden power of water veins, and instantly began to riot like a wild horse.

The power instantly turned into countless thin but cold black threads, like the snarling demon tentacles, rushing madly towards Ye Yang's body, greedily devouring every ray of light.

Ye Yang only felt a chilling breath that was piercing his bones, like an undercurrent that was rapidly counterattacking him.

In an instant, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the chill spread from his bones.

"not good!"

Ye Yang really didn't expect this.

This strange power is so difficult to deal with, like a thorn in the flesh that cannot be shaken off.

What's even more terrifying is that this power seems to have its own consciousness, and is cunningly and ferociously trying to follow the bridge of water power, invade his body, and control everything about him.

Ye Yang clenched his teeth, beads of sweat the size of beans oozed densely from his forehead and slowly slid down his cheeks.

He knew very well that he was in a desperate situation and had to devote some of his precious mind to resisting the crazy invasion of that strange power.

In this tense, almost frozen atmosphere, time passed by slowly, minute by minute.

Ye Yang's face became paler and paler, like the remaining snow in winter, completely bloodless.

He could clearly feel that the spiritual energy in his body was being consumed at an alarming rate, like sand in an hourglass, constantly flowing away.

However, what is worrying is that the injuries of the Netherworld Ancestor have only improved slightly.

That strange force was still counterattacking frantically, with no intention of retreating at all.

"This injury is indeed too serious..."

He originally thought that the Nether Ancestor had only suffered the misfortune of having his essence and blood extracted. But now it seemed that the truth was far more complicated and terrifying than he had imagined.

The strange power hidden in the body of the Nether Ancestor did not seem satisfied with simply extracting blood and essence, but was using an extremely cruel and secretive method.

It is eroding and destroying the life source of the Nether Ancestor from the root, like a termite quietly gnawing at the roots of the Tree of Life in the darkness.

At this extremely critical moment, the Netherworld Ancestor, who originally had a weak breath, suddenly began to tremble violently as if struck by lightning.

Beneath his shriveled skin, one could vaguely see countless black threads moving madly, like poisonous snakes greedily gnawing at his flesh and blood. Every wriggle seemed to devour his life bit by bit.

"ah!"

The Netherworld Ancestor let out an extremely shrill scream, the sound seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, filled with endless pain and despair, making people feel as if their hearts were being cut by a knife.

Ye Yang's heart suddenly tightened, as if being grabbed by an invisible big hand.

He was extremely anxious and without thinking, he immediately increased the output of water vein power, trying to use this powerful force to suppress the crazy raging of that strange power.

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However, that strange power became more violent and ferocious, like a completely enraged demon.

Not only was it not afraid of the suppression of the water vein power, but it began to fight back frantically, trying to completely destroy this external force.

“Damn it!”

Ye Yang couldn't help but curse inwardly, realizing clearly in his heart that if the stalemate continued, not only would he be unable to save the life of the Nether Ancestor.

Even he himself is very likely to be corrupted by this evil and powerful force.

At this critical moment of life and death,

Suddenly, without any warning, a loud and mysterious peacock cry sounded in the silent world!

"Cry——"

The voice was clear and pleasant, yet full of endless majesty, as if it had traveled through the long river of time and space and came slowly from the mysterious years of ancient times.

Ye Yang only felt his mind suddenly shaken, as if he was hit hard by an invisible force.

"This is such a familiar voice."

When Ye Yang saw this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

As the peacock's cry that shook the world rang out, the arrogant and strange power in the body of the Nether Ancestor actually calmed down a little.

Those black silk threads that were originally moving wildly, like frightened ants, frantically shrank towards the depths of the Nether Ancestor's body, trying to avoid the threat of that mysterious force.

Ye Yang was keenly aware of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and without hesitation, he exerted all his strength.

At this moment, without the stubborn obstruction of that strange force, the gentle power of water veins finally flowed smoothly in the body of the Nether Ancestor like an unobstructed stream.

The body of the Netherworld Ancestor, which was originally as dry as a stick, was rapidly filling up at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye, as if the earth, which had been dry for a long time, was finally filled with vitality again.

His wrinkled and dull skin gradually became smooth and elastic, regaining its former rosy luster.

Even his weak and rapid breathing gradually became steady and powerful.

Ye Yang let out a long sigh, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and he raised his hand to wipe the dense sweat from his forehead.

Just at this moment.

Ye Yang carefully injected the last bit of spiritual power into the old man's body.

His eyes were fixed on the other person's face, which was as pale as paper, until it gradually turned rosy. Only then did his heart settle down a little and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he slowly stood up, his eyes unconsciously drifting towards the sky.

Ye Yang keenly felt a suffocating aura that was approaching at an alarming speed.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked out the window with lightning-like eyes.

In the distant sky, a dazzling, colorful light streaked across the sky like a meteor...

On the gray sky, a dreamlike and gorgeous trace was left.

"Five-color divine light."

Many years ago, the Peacock King arrived at the imperial mausoleum.

At that time, he followed closely as the Yin and Yang Twins, but the other party was forcibly suppressed by the phantom of Ren Taxian and then pulled into the city.

However, at this moment, the figure of the Great Peacock King was within this familiar divine light.

But at this moment, compared with the previous figure, this figure was mixed with a hint of demonic aura that was vague but made people feel chilled.

"Everyone, the senior's injuries have been slightly healed, I will take my leave now."

"Thank you, Master Bai."

"If it weren't for your help this time, I'm afraid my life would be in danger. We will never forget your kindness to my Youming family!"

The elders on the side also bowed and spoke in unison.

"Master Bai is a master of medicine and a chivalrous man. Our Netherworld family is extremely grateful to you! If you have any mission in the future, we will definitely go through fire and water to fulfill your mission!"

A few people wanted to say something to express their gratitude.

But when he raised his head, he found that the other person had disappeared.

And the other side.

Ye Yang no longer hesitated. His figure flashed like lightning and instantly turned into a stream of light, chasing in the direction where the seven-colored light disappeared.

As he continued to go deeper, the scene around him began to distort strangely, as if the space was being kneaded by an invisible giant hand, gradually tearing a deep hole, revealing a dark and deep alien space.

As soon as I stepped into this space, a suffocating feeling of oppression came over me like an overwhelming tidal wave.

The surroundings were as dark as ink, like an endless abyss. Only the colorful light in the distance was looming in the darkness, as if it was the only guide in this dark world, but it was also full of endless weirdness.

Here, Ye Yang's spiritual sense was greatly restricted. He could only barely perceive an area of ​​a hundred feet in radius. He was like a bird trapped in a cage, unable to exert his full strength.

Ting! Ting! Ting!

Suddenly, a sharp and piercing cry came from the front, and the sound seemed to penetrate the soul.

It contains endless brutality and pain, as if the creatures imprisoned in purgatory are screaming in despair.

Ye Yang's heart suddenly tightened, as if he was hit by a sledgehammer. Without hesitation, he increased his speed and rushed towards the source of the sound.

At this moment, a five-colored divine light swept over like a hurricane without any warning!

Ye Yang hurriedly summoned the protective spiritual light, which instantly emitted a soft halo, like a solid shield that protected him.

However, just as these spots of light were about to touch the peacock, it suddenly let out an earth-shaking roar.

Immediately afterwards, the five-colored divine light suddenly surged.

The light was so bright that it was like a ferocious beast, swallowing up all the light spots that contained the power of the soul!

At this moment, the Peacock King spread his wings that covered the sky and the sun, like two huge dark clouds, casting the entire space in shadow.

Ye Yang was shocked to find that its feathers were no longer the pure rainbow colors they once were, but were stained with a layer of strange black lines.

Those lines twisted and squirmed like living things, emitting a disgusting and pungent demonic aura.

"boom!"

A five-colored divine light with a black glow fell like the judgment of Doomsday.

Immediately afterwards, the sky was filled with five-colored divine light pouring down like a torrential rain.

Every ray of divine light contains the terrifying power to destroy the world.

Wherever it passed, the space was easily torn into shocking cracks like fragile thin paper, as if the whole world was about to fall apart under this force.

Ye Yang's pupils shrank rapidly, and his eyes, as sharp as an eagle's, clearly saw a huge and familiar figure looming behind the brilliant yet deadly divine light.

It looks like both a human and a beast, covered with flying feathers and with a big broken hole on its head.

At this moment, the eyes of the Peacock King were as red as blood, revealing endless madness and murderous intent, and he no longer had the immortal charm of the past.

Seeing this, Ye Yang's face became solemn, and his hands quickly formed seals like a phantom, and the majestic power of his soul surged out of his body like a surging tide.

A soft yet powerless light.

It shot out from between his eyebrows and instantly turned into countless flickering light spots, slowly floating towards the Peacock King like a dream.

This is the purest spiritual power. (End of this chapter)