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

The moment Ye Yang stepped out of Yubao Tower.

Suddenly there was a change between heaven and earth, a heavy dusk mist descended from the sky, and soon it had quietly enveloped the entire Kyoto.

As dusk approached, Ye Yang subconsciously raised his head and looked at the blood-red setting sun in the sky.

At this time.

The token that Elder Qingli had just given him whistled and automatically floated in front of him. The token glowed with light, and after a while, it whistled and flew towards a certain direction.

When Ye Yang saw this scene, he immediately turned into a flash of lightning, followed the token, and disappeared in an instant.

“It turns out to be the location of the imperial tomb of the Dayun Dynasty.”

Following all the way, Ye Yang looked at the direction where the token was whizzing away. He pondered for a moment and frowned slightly.

He once controlled the black and white twins to hide in the imperial mausoleum and explored it, which was very strange.

However, now, he has broken through to the Yuanshen Dao realm, which is very different from before.

He had always been curious about the death of Ren Taxian, and now he took this opportunity to investigate.

Thinking of this, Ye Yang took a deep breath, without hesitation, and then accelerated and drove away.

As it was getting close to evening, Ye Yang finally saw the entire picture of the imperial mausoleum.

The majestic outline is like a sleeping beast, it is an extremely majestic mountain.

The mountain was cleverly hollowed out and craftsmen carved it into countless magnificent palaces and pavilions.

It doesn't look like a mausoleum, but more like a palace.

At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun was like a blood-colored veil, gently but powerfully sprinkled on the mausoleums, dyeing the entire mountain a shocking blood color.

When Ye Yang arrived at the imperial mausoleum, many monks were already standing around.

A faint fishy smell was quietly spreading in the air, a heavy demonic smell and a light monk's smell, vaguely mixed together.

With a disgusting smell of rot and danger.

Ye Yang wrinkled his nose and kept walking. The closer he got to the imperial mausoleum, the stronger the smell became, as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping his heart.

And that's besides the point.

There were countless powerful and evil auras coming from all directions, gathering towards the direction of the imperial mausoleum like a tide, and a storm seemed to be about to set off here.

At this time, dozens of figures of various shapes had already gathered in front of the imperial mausoleum.

Among them, the most eye-catching is a giant who is nearly ten feet tall.

He was shirtless, and his bulging muscles were twisted together like hard rocks, exuding a primitive and powerful sense of strength.

His skin was a strange bluish-gray color, as if it had been eroded by time and darkness.

"Northern Wasteland Corpse King?"

Many people looked at the figure and discussed with each other, with a hint of fear in their eyes.

It is said that this Corpse King has been guarding the Northern Wilderness on behalf of the Dayun Dynasty for generations. He has survived in the world for thousands of years. After going through countless years of baptism, he has skin and bones of steel and is difficult to be injured by magic weapons. He is feared by everyone.

"Corpse King, these cultivators are really funny. Some of them don't even have the cultivation level of a real person, but they also follow others to participate in the Heaven Sacrifice and Ghost Ceremony, hoping to gain some benefits and ascend to heaven in one step."

Next to the Corpse King was a graceful female figure, who was looking at everyone and laughing softly with her hands covering her mouth.

She has a beautiful face, purple hair, and her every frown and smile reveals endless charm.

Seeing this, Ye Yang couldn't help but smile, but he didn't see the shadow of the Yin-Yang Mother and Child Goddess.

The Leopard Demon and the Mother and Child Yin-Yang Witch have always been inseparable, and no one knows where the witch has gone.

At this moment, as if sensing Ye Yang's burning gaze, the Leopard Demon was startled for a moment, slowly turned his head, and his eyes met Ye Yang's in the air.

But he didn't recognize Ye Yang.

Looking at Ye Yang in a red robe, he thought for a long time but couldn't figure out where he had met him before.

Gradually, more and more demons and monks came.

The atmosphere in the square became increasingly heated. Various demon monks were talking in low voices, and their voices rose and fell like the tide.

Someone was laughing loudly, and there was endless arrogance and pride in that laughter.

Some people even saw their old enemies and cast spells. Brilliant rays of light bloomed in the sky, illuminating the square with colorful lights.

Just as everyone was immersed in this chaotic and heated atmosphere.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light, like a sharp sword, whistled out from the depths of the imperial mausoleum and rushed straight into the sky.

The golden light was so dazzling that it illuminated the entire square and made everyone close their eyes subconsciously.

In an instant, the hustle and bustle of the square disappeared without a trace, replaced by a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change, and their eyes all looked in the direction where the golden light came from.

Then, the golden light slowly disappeared.

An old man in a golden Taoist robe came from the sky like an immortal descending from the earth, and slowly appeared in the golden light.

The man's hair and beard were all white, as pure as the first snow in winter, but his face was ruddy and he wore a golden crown on his head, which made him look very noble, forming a sharp contrast with his white hair.

"Great Hua Imperial Master!"

The man exuded a powerful and heart-pounding aura, as if he were a towering mountain. People dared not look directly at him and were filled with awe.

Someone murmured.

"Why did this person appear?"

Since the founding of the Dayun Dynasty, the Dahua National Master has followed the immortal Ren Taxian and practiced new methods. He possesses extraordinary supernatural powers and unfathomable wisdom.

"Everyone."

The voice of the Dahua National Master rang in everyone's ears like a huge bell, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"The Heavenly Ghost Sacrifice Ceremony is about to begin. Please follow me into the mausoleum."

As his voice fell.

The surrounding palace buildings actually shook slightly.

then.

Crunch! Crunch!

Accompanied by a dull and long "crunch" sound.

A large hole appeared in the middle of the mountain, and then two doors that seemed to be made of rocks slowly opened in front of everyone.

In an instant, a chilling and piercing breath came like a tide, causing everyone to shiver and their hairs on their bodies to stand up.

It was as if there was an invisible and huge beast slowly crawling deep underground with a heart-pounding power.

"In that case, I'll be the first to enter."

See the gate of the imperial mausoleum open.

The Northern Wasteland Corpse King revealed a smile and spoke in a muffled voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped the ground under his feet, and countless cracks spread like spider webs, and gravel flew everywhere.

Then, like a beast out of a cage, he rushed madly towards the altar with a gust of wind, and his momentum seemed to crush all obstacles in front of him.

"Please wait a moment, Corpse King. I am here too."

Almost at the same time, the purple-striped snake demon said with a sweet smile, with a hint of charm and provocation in her voice.

She twisted her slender waist, and her graceful figure swayed like a nimble snake.

In the blink of an eye, she rushed towards the altar like a red phantom.

With the demonstration of these two people, the monks and demons around who were originally hesitating and watching could no longer hold back.

Some had a gleam of determination in their eyes, others showed greed; they either soared into the air or rushed away like arrows, scrambling to rush towards the altar.

Seeing this, Ye Yang silently followed at the back of the crowd.

He frowned slightly, keenly feeling the subtle but continuous vibration coming from the ground beneath his feet.

After entering the imperial mausoleum, the view in front of me suddenly became bright. It was not the dark environment I had imagined.

The walls on both sides of the passage are densely inlaid with countless pearls, which emit a faint green light.

The light flickered in this deep passage, making the entire passage look eerie and terrifying, as if one was in a gloomy ghostland.

The air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of decay, a mixture of the dampness of the earth, the stench of corpses, and the accumulation of years, which permeated and penetrated the air.

Ye Yang subconsciously covered his nose, but his eyes were attracted by something on the wall.

He saw that the walls were covered with runes of various shapes and strange inexplicable shapes.

Under the green light of the night pearl, those runes seemed to be given life. They seemed to be slowly swimming on the wall, flashing a mysterious and dangerous light.

"These runes..."

Ye Yang looked at the runes and frowned. He did not recognize the origin of the runes.

It just feels like something is not right.

The passage was very long, and everyone walked slowly along it, their footsteps echoing in the silent space.

After about a quarter of an hour, they finally arrived at a huge underground space.

The scale of this place is far larger than the square outside. It is astonishingly wide, and the dome is soaring into the clouds, as if connecting to the sky.

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On the surrounding walls, there are countless hideous and terrifying ghost faces carved. Each ghost face is lifelike, as if it will jump out of the wall at any time and make a creepy roar.

In the center of this huge space, a towering altar stands.

The altar was as black as ink, and was engraved with runes that were similar to those on the walls of the passage but more complex. They were like twisted black vines, spreading and growing on the surface of the altar.

Dozens of bronze tripods were neatly placed around the altar, with faint blue flames burning in the tripods. The flames swayed and danced in the dark space, looking particularly strange.

Ye Yang looked carefully and was shocked to find that those flames were not ordinary flames, but were composed of countless tiny ghost faces.

Those ghost faces twisted and wailed in pain in the flames, their mouths wide open but unable to make any sound, as if they were imprisoned by an invisible force and could only endure endless pain and torture in the flames.

And just after Ye Yang and others entered the imperial mausoleum.

Outside the Imperial Mausoleum,

Master Dahua waved his hand, and with a teeth-grinding creaking sound, the gate of the imperial mausoleum was closed tightly.

At this moment, the wind suddenly blew.

Suddenly, there was another person beside the Dahua National Master.

He was a middle-aged monk in a purple robe, with a sinister and cold face and eyes as sharp as a knife.

"Have all the materials arrived?"

The purple-robed monk leaned over slightly, got close to the Imperial Master's ear, and asked in a low voice, with a barely perceptible urgency in his voice.

The Imperial Master nodded slightly, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Don't worry, senior. We have followed the order of the Heavenly Court and are almost ready. The quality this time is much better than last time."

"very good."

The purple-robed monk raised his lips slightly, revealing a strange and sinister smile. That smile was like frost in the cold winter, making people feel cold.

"The Holy Emperor will definitely be very satisfied if these materials are sent to the Imperial Mausoleum."

at the same time.

There are changes in the imperial mausoleum.

The runes on the altar suddenly flashed with dazzling light, and the entire underground space began to shake violently, as if the sky was about to collapse and the earth was about to split apart.

Ye Yang only felt a powerful and terrifying suction coming from the altar.

At this moment, the magic power and blood in his body seemed to be pulled by a huge force, and they were about to flow out from his seven orifices.

The next moment.

Ye Yang's whole body shook slightly, and his spiritual power flowed throughout his body. With the blessing of his spiritual power, the blood in his body slowly calmed down.

He sniffed it gently and immediately felt something was wrong.

"Something's wrong."

Ye Yang quickly scanned the surroundings and discovered that the altar was now shrouded in a strange red mist.

The red mist seemed like a living thing, moving silently among the crowd.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that a strange and evil force, like a tide, was quietly surging towards him from all directions, trying to erode his sanity.

The power of the soul surged out, and soon Ye Yang's consciousness became clear.

But others were not so lucky.

At this moment, an extremely shrill scream, like a sharp knife, instantly cut through the depressing sky.

Ye Yang turned around suddenly and saw a cultivator with bloodshot eyes full of madness and ferocity. The long sword in his hand had ruthlessly pierced his companion's chest.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, but did not fall to the ground as normal. Instead, it was pulled by an invisible mysterious force, like blood-colored ribbons, winding towards the bronze tripods arranged near the altar.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

At the moment when the blood appeared.

All the monks in the square seemed to be bewitched and fell into a state of madness.

Their eyes were red, and they were like a group of mad beasts. They waved their weapons and killed each other without any regard.

Blood splattered and soon gathered into streams, continuously flowing into the huge bronze tripod, as if providing sacrifices for some terrible ritual.

A deafening roar, like rolling thunder, came from the depths of the altar.

Immediately afterwards, the ground began to shake violently.

A giant blue-gray hand slowly stretched out from the ground like a small hill. The palm was covered with rough scales and raised bumps, and exuded a disgusting stench.

Immediately afterwards, a second giant hand broke out of the ground.

"Northern Wasteland Corpse King!"

Some people screamed in fear, not knowing what the Northern Wilderness Corpse King was doing.

Soon, everyone discovered that the Northern Wilderness Corpse King was roaring, his veins were exposed, and his body was covered in blood.

He was like a moving mountain, covered with bronze scales.

The next moment, the corpse king slowly opened its bloody mouth, and a black mist with an extremely foul smell gushed out like a surging tide.

Wherever the fog went, the air seemed to be corroded, making a sizzling sound.

The few monks closest to him let out shrill screams in an instant under the cover of the black mist.

Their bodies withered rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Their flesh and blood were devoured in an instant, leaving only a pile of pale bones scattered on the ground, which looked extremely horrifying.

At this moment, next to the altar, there was a faint golden light, which contained a majestic and powerful aura.

"It's actually the earth vein dragon energy."

Seeing this, Ye Yang stopped and stared ahead with sharp eyes.

I saw a wisp of golden dragon energy slowly moving near the altar, like a nimble golden dragon.

The dragon energy sometimes transforms into a lifelike dragon shape, circling and dancing in the air, its dragon scales sparkling with bright light.

Sometimes it turns into a golden cloud, filling the air, emitting a powerful and heart-pounding pressure.

"Earth Dragon Qi!"

Seeing this, Ye Yang's eyes suddenly flashed with an irrepressible joy.

This kind of precious treasure in the world has always been something you can only encounter by chance, but now it appears before his eyes. How can he not be excited?

He acted decisively and quickly sat cross-legged. A mysterious rune kept flowing and flashing at his fingertips, emitting a mysterious light.

The dragon energy seemed to sense Ye Yang's call and swam towards him slowly. Although the speed was not fast, it was moving forward steadily with every swing.

Just when Ye Yang was about to take the dragon energy into his palm, a purple figure suddenly jumped out from the darkness like a ghost.

"You're looking for death! Hand over the earth vein dragon energy."

A delicate cry was like the cry of a nightingale, crisp but filled with endless murderous intent, accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, whistling towards Ye Yang.

Ye Yang was not moved at all. He did not even turn his head. His right hand continued to stretch out towards the dragon energy steadily and continued to collect dragon energy, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

At the same time, he waved his left hand casually. The movement seemed careless, but it contained endless power.

In an instant, an invisible wall of air appeared out of thin air, like an indestructible fortress, blocking all incoming attacks.

The air wall collided with the attack, making a dull sound, and the surrounding air began to fluctuate violently.

It turned out to be the purple-striped snake demon.

The long purple hair behind her was like a group of nimble snakes, dancing freely behind her. At this moment, she was staring at Ye Yang closely, her eyes filled with murderous intent and disdain.

"How dare a little-known junior like you get your hands on the dragon energy of the earth veins?"

The snake demon sneered, and the laughter was as clear as a silver bell, but it was also cold enough to make people shudder.

She waved her jade hand lightly, and countless purple poison needles shot towards Ye Yang like raindrops.

Those poison needles drew purple tracks in the air, emitting a sinister cold light, and were extremely poisonous. (End of this chapter)