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

The ocean is vast and the place where you enter is a vast expanse of blue and green, making it difficult to find.

The other party disappeared in the ocean. Ye Yang entered the sea and looked up, but could not see the target.

He was not good at water fighting, and the vast waters here made it quite difficult for him.

Ye Yang frowned slightly, and then called out the Sun Flying Turtle.

The Sun Flying Turtle is originally a creature of the water attribute, and is extremely sensitive to changes in water vapor.

At this time, just after being summoned by Ye Yang, it dived low and entered the vast ocean.

The Sun Flying Turtle is as comfortable in the water as it is very fast.

Ye Yang Ye Yang followed Sun Flying Turtle closely and soon reached the center of the vast sea.

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The ocean was vast, and a man in black robes and a devil's mask stood on the sea, constantly looking back.

He suddenly saw a huge flying turtle swooping down from the bottom of the ocean, and frowned slightly.

He had suspected that someone was following him before, but he could not find him. Now in the vast ocean, the other party finally showed his claws.

He casually hit a huge wind tornado.

But this flying turtle is huge, the size of a millstone, and its carapace is extremely thick.

His wind scroll did not cause any harm to this huge flying turtle.

"Fellow Taoist, please come out and see me. I have important matters to discuss with you. There is no need to fight or kill."

At this time, a voice came from the sea. The monk wearing the evil ghost mask was shocked and didn't know what the other party wanted.

However, he did not answer, and sank suddenly, lurking into the vast sea.

As he waved his hands, waves rolled around him, as if the world was about to collapse.

The huge waves roared, rolled back, and hit Ye Yang's body.

The turbulent inspiration came, and the huge waves were like the collapse of a city wall.

But Ye Yang was faster, and before the huge wave hit, he quickly retreated to the side.

At the same time, he commanded the Sun Flying Turtle to spit out a mouthful of spiritual water and wash away the waves.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Yang felt relieved, with a hint of relief on his brows.

At the moment of the fight, he sensed that the opponent's strength was only at the early stage of martial arts, so it was not too difficult.

The next moment, Ye Yang raised his swords and dived into the vast sea water. The sound of swords and swords roared all around, as if they were like thunder descending from the sky.

The sword energy soars into the sky, and is surrounded by dense red sword threads. This is the second level of swordsmanship that he has struggled to understand for a long time - practicing swordsmanship into silk threads.

The sound of the sword was like thunder, and the sharp sword energy filled the sky.

In the vast sea, the sword light actually pierced the sea water, evaporating a layer of water vapor around it and filling the air with white mist.

"ah!"

A scream came out. The monk who was under the water just now was obviously severely injured by the sword wire, causing considerable damage.

The next moment, a tornado soaring into the sky came carrying sea water.

"Fellow Taoist, you and I are strangers to each other, so why should we be so hard on each other? This time we have something to ask for, maybe the two of us can cooperate and get what we each need, which would be a beautiful thing."

"Get out! I don't need to cooperate with others."

He was hiding in the dark, showing no intention of cooperating, and came at him with one move.

Ye Yang sighed secretly when he saw this. It seemed that he could only capture the opponent.

He waved the sword in his hand and broke the sea water coming from the opponent's swing.

From the short words he just said, Ye Yang had already figured out that this person was definitely not a monk from the nearby realm.

If it were a monk from a nearby realm, the other party would surely be able to recognize his identity the moment he used the sword.

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Fighting in the ocean was quite inconvenient for Ye Yang. He felt that he could exert less than 60% of his strength.

He drove the sun-chasing flying turtle forward, followed behind the turtle shell, and then slashed it with the ghost-headed seven-ring sword.

Before the man could react, he felt a strong force coming from the knife, which seemed to crush his whole body.

"Who are you anyway? Why are you following me like this?"

Ye Yang snorted coldly and remained silent. Instead, he held the sword and forced the opponent into a cramped space, hoping to capture the opponent alive.

This man has special spiritual skills. He is boneless in the water. He is as wet and cunning as a loach. You cannot catch him no matter what.

Instead, he opened his mouth and sprayed out countless sharp blades like wind thorns.

In desperation, Ye Yang raised his swords at the same speed, using the wide back of the ghost-headed seven-ring sword to resist the wind thorns sprayed by the opponent.

Then he used the Shaoyang Sword Technique with all his strength. The red maple sword was extremely sharp, and a sword energy of more than half a foot extended from the tip of the sword.

The sword energy drew a scar on the opponent's shoulder, and then penetrated into the bone.

The sword energy entered his body and stung all over his body. He was about to dodge, but the sword was already placed on his neck.

"Fellow Taoist, now we can have a good talk!"

There was a trace of ruthlessness in the man's eyes and he said: "I am the disciple and grandson of Master Qingming of Qingming Island. I can also be regarded as a disciple of Master Qingming. Fellow Taoist, you are so rude, but you are going to bring death to yourself?"

"Zhenren Qingming of Qingming Island? But Lord Qingming."

Ye Yang was extremely surprised when he heard this. After all, the name Qingming Lord was too familiar to him.

This is the first real person to fight to the death with the Feitian Sect.

The key is that in the end, Gu Xuan used special means to unite with the Blood Demon Sect's old man Fenghuo, and forcibly destroyed his body.

When the man heard Ye Yang calling Qingming Lord, he thought he knew the power of Qingming Lord, so he shouted quickly.

"Exactly, my master is Lord Qingming. My master has been in seclusion on the island for these years. When he comes to kill me, my fellow Taoist will definitely have no bones left."

Ye Yang snorted coldly: "Don't change the subject, let me ask you, where did the sand of time come from at that time?"

After saying that, Ye Yang reached out and took off the evil ghost mask on his face. Under the mask was a young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes and fair complexion.

He looks young.

There was a hint of ruthlessness in the man's eyes, and then he said: "It's okay to tell fellow Taoist. At that time, the time sand was the treasure of my Qingming Island, and it has always been controlled by the master uncle."

"This time, the great uncle brought back a young man, and not only accepted him as a closed disciple, but also gave him the status of the successor of the island owner. I was not convinced, so I stole the sand of time and planned to sell it and fly away."

"Master uncle? Tell me quickly, what is his strength?"

The young man looked at Ye Yang, flashing a hint of disdain, and then said: "Master Bozhuang Guyuan has been in the realm of martial arts for many years, and Qingming Baojuan has practiced to the point where "thunder can be triggered and fired"."

Ye Yang groaned, listening to the young man's explanation, Zhuang Guyuan's cultivation level was quite high, and it might be difficult to take it by force.

The Qingming Baojuan has a great reputation. It is based on the three spiritual arts of wind, cloud and thunder. It progresses step by step, with wind as the beginning and thunder as the end. It is definitely not an ordinary person to be able to practice to the state where thunder is in the body.

"Let me ask you, how much time sand is there in Qingming Island now?"

"I don't know about this either. Master got a Time Stone a hundred years ago and has used a lot of it, but... there should be seven or eight of them now."

"There are actually seven or eight grains."

Hearing this, Ye Yang's eyes flashed with surprise.

According to his idea, if you want to refine a magic weapon, you should need no less than three grains of time sand.

Covering the handle, back and blade, forming the number of three talents, only the power of the Thirteen Swordsmen of Time can be fully exerted.

"How is the situation in Qingming Island now?"

Many years ago, Lord Qingming fought with the Feitian Clan. His physical body was destroyed, and only his soul fled. He is still missing.

After hearing what Ye Yang said, the man said: "Of course there are many masters, and ten thousand people will surrender."

"I am the sixth disciple of Immortal Yunyin. I advise fellow Taoists to let me go as soon as possible. Otherwise, it would not be fun to cause a misunderstanding."

Ye Yang knew he was lying, otherwise he wouldn't have stolen the island's treasures and run away.

The current situation in Qingming Island is definitely not optimistic.

But even so, it was still too dangerous for him.

After all, his current cultivation level is only the second level of warrior.

After thinking carefully, Ye Yang said: "Quickly tell me the specific situation in Qingming Island. If not, I will send you to Xitian immediately."

This man's eyes flickered and he had ulterior motives. Ye Yang knew that he was going to give him a hard time.

He stretched out his hand, pointed a finger at the opponent's pipa bone, and then twisted it.

As if one of the opponent's arms was dislocated, he rotated 180 degrees and twisted it behind his back.

"ah!"

The man howled in pain, pain all over his body, and the weird twisting of his shoulders, which made him unbearable.

His face was covered in cold sweat, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans fell from his forehead drop by drop.

"I said, but... Taoist friend is really true to his word, and he will let me go after he finishes speaking."

Ye Yang nodded: "Yes, I always keep my word."

"Okay, I hope fellow Taoist can keep his promise."

After hearing what he said, Ye Yang thought for a moment, wondering how much he said.

According to what this person said, the island did not know about the destruction of Lord Qingming's body.

What is publicized on the island is that he has been in retreat.

The news of the death of Lord Qingming has only been reported in the past few days, so everyone on the island is in panic.

Now Lord Qingming has three disciples, forming two different camps. They all want to compete for the inheritance left by Lord Qingming.

He is the disciple of Yunyin Xiangu, the second disciple of Master Qingming.

"So, you rank sixth among the disciples of Immortal Yunyin."

"No, this is Lao Qi."

After finishing a sentence, he stopped suddenly, knowing that Ye Yang was trying to trick him.

His eyes flashed with a terrifying light, and then he said: "Fellow Taoist, I can swear that what I just said is absolutely true."

"Didn't you just say that you were ranked sixth?"

Monks who can cultivate to the level of martial arts are naturally as cunning as ghosts

Ye Yang didn't believe what he said at all.

"I'll ask you again. If you answer well, you still have a chance to live."

He knew that Ye Yang was cunning and worried, and he didn't want to answer because he was afraid that his answer would be flawed.

But at this moment, my life is in the hands of others, and I can't resist, so I can only say: "Fellow Taoist, please speak."

"Where is the Sand of Time hidden?"

"Hide it in the secret room of the uncle, and let him take care of it."

"What is your master's level?"

"Master has just entered the middle stage of martial arts."

"So, your master's cultivation level is only slightly higher than yours?"

There was a trace of amusement in Ye Yang's eyes.

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