Chapter 834: Evil King Sword

The old monks tried their best at this time, veins on their foreheads were exposed, and beads of sweat appeared. At this moment, they increased the intensity of chanting.

The power of the Vajra Refining Heart Sutra was added to the formation under their chanting, making the spiritual power of the formation more powerful.

At this moment, under the effect of the meditation formation, the spiritual power thread wrapped around the magic knife became thicker, like a tough rope.

It bound the magic knife little by little and suppressed its resistance.

At the same time, the mighty power of the soul emanated from Ye Yang's body and soon filled the entire hall.

At the moment when the mighty power of the soul in Ye Yang's body surged out.

The magic knife trembled slightly and kept shaking. It was actually trembling slightly, as if it was afraid.

I don't know how long it took.

Under the blessing of Ye Yang's soul power, the light of the magic knife finally gradually became softer.

The dark red lines on the magic knife no longer flashed with a strange light, but tended to be calm, as if it was tamed.

The raging evil spirit also slowly dissipated from the magic knife, leaving only a powerful and restrained force surging in the blade.

Sensing Ye Yang's cultivation of the Yuanshen Dao realm, the magic knife was terrified. Although it was usually full of evil spirits, it didn't know how many people in the cultivation world were frightened by it.

But now facing Ye Yang's unfathomable Yuanshen power, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, and endless fear surged in its heart.

The originally dark blade trembled slightly, and the dark red lines seemed to be trembling, as if they had life and wanted to beg for mercy.

"Daoyou. Let's talk nicely. Although I am an anomaly among knives, but..."

He just wanted to praise himself a few words, but he didn't say a word. After being refined by this formation, he was hit by Ye Yang's Yuanshen power.

It had long been powerless and could only emit faint buzzing.

The voice was full of pleading, as if begging Ye Yang to let it go this time.

However, Ye Yang's eyes were deep and his expression was stern. How could he take it seriously?

He knew the evilness of this magic knife. After his soul was transformed into a spirit, the only purpose of coming out of retreat was to refine it thoroughly in one go.

In addition, after breaking through to the spirit realm, the enemies he faced became more terrifying.

This magic knife had caused cholera in the entire Western Region many years ago. If it could be combined with his Yin Sui knife, relying on the characteristics of the two, it would be possible to refine a powerful and unique knife.

By then, in this cultivation world, he would have a stronger strength to deal with the crises lurking in the dark.

At this moment, after seeing that the magic knife had a tendency to be refined, Ye Yang slowly raised his hands, and after pointing a finger, the powerful spirit power in his body surged out crazily, and a faint halo had appeared around him.

The halo was as weak as a firefly at first, but as he continued to inject his spiritual power, it became brighter and brighter.

Finally, it was like a bright sun, illuminating the entire room.

Then the power of the soul turned into a substantial spiritual thread, spreading towards the magic knife, as if it was an invisible net, precisely wrapped around the magic knife.

The magic knife felt the powerful force coming, and struggled more violently.

However, no matter how violently it resisted, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree in front of Ye Yang's half-step soul power, and it was completely useless.

The next moment, Ye Yang snorted coldly.

With both hands, he grabbed it suddenly, and the soul power suddenly tightened, forcibly grabbing the magic knife out of the formation.

The moment the magic knife left the formation, the evil spirit that had been suppressed came out again, but as soon as it appeared, it was gushed out by Ye Yang's soul, tightly wrapped, and could no longer be released at will!

Then, Ye Yang's mind moved, and the Yin Sui Knife on his waist hummed, automatically unsheathed, and flew into the air.

As soon as the Yinsui Knife came out, it exuded an ancient and mellow atmosphere. The blade was slender, revealing a charm that had been precipitated over the years. The cold light on the blade flashed, as if it could cut off all the falsehoods in the world.

This Yinsui Knife has been with Ye Yang for many years. Since it was refined by Ye Yang, it has experienced countless storms with him and killed countless monks. It has been connected with his mind.

At this moment, under the control of Ye Yang's soul, he once again exerted the power of his soul, pulling the magic knife in the formation slowly towards the Yinsui Knife.

As soon as the two approached, a wonderful reaction occurred.

The Yinsui Knife and the Magic Knife collided with each other. For a moment, the light flashed, sparks flew, and the surrounding air was violently fluctuated by this force, forming circles of visible ripples that spread outward.

The two knives fought each other, both of them refused to obey. In an instant, the knife light swept out and faintly cut the space.

Before, this magic knife seemed to be naturally superior to other magic knives, so Yinsui Dao could not resist it at all.

It was only after contacting the magic knife and Yinsui Dao had contact with it more and more that he suppressed the fear in his heart. Now he actually fought back and forth with it.

The knife light was crisscrossed, and soon it swept up the sky.

The old monks were frightened.

Although they were all mental identification people, their cultivation was not high after all, they were old, and their blood and qi were declining.

The collision of such a powerful force still made them step back a few steps, staring with wide eyes, nervously watching every move on the field.

Ye Yang was not moved at all.

He concentrated his attention, controlling his own spiritual power, carefully guiding the magic knife and the Yinsui knife to begin to merge.

The dark color of the magic knife slowly spread towards the Yinsui knife, and the ancient light of the Yinsui knife gradually penetrated into the magic knife.

The blades of the two seemed to have turned into flowing liquids, blending with each other, you have me, I have you.

As the fusion deepened, the buzzing sound became louder and louder, as if the two knives were grinding and communicating with each other, and seemed to be resisting the fate of forced fusion.

But under the control of Ye Yang's powerful spiritual power, they could only follow Ye Yang's wishes and merge into one little by little.

After an unknown period of time, the dazzling light and violent fluctuations finally subsided, and a brand new evil knife appeared in front of everyone.

The appearance of this knife is peculiar. The blade is slightly wider than the Yinsui Knife, but it still retains its original slender beauty. The whole blade presents a deep black-purple color.

The back of the knife actually has teeth-like appearance, like arranged saw teeth. Between the halo, the dark red runes are looming, which can make people feel a strong evil spirit and ancient spiritual power intertwined, which makes people daunted.

At the handle, after the Yinsui Knife absorbed Gengjin Zitong H, the mighty purple dragon phantom merged with the fierce and domineering magic knife to form a unique pattern.

Holding it in his hand at this moment, Ye Yang can clearly feel the evil and domineering power coming from the blade.

It seems that it can't wait to show its edge in this cultivation world.

It feels completely different. The Yinsui Knife before was vicissitudes and upright in the passing of time, but the feeling it gives Ye Yang at this moment is domineering and wanton.

Ye Yang reached out his hand and held the newly refined evil knife. A powerful force instantly passed through the handle of the knife and entered his body, echoing with the power of his soul.

He could clearly feel that the knife had become a part of his body. As long as he moved his mind, he could exert amazing power.

...

"In that case, I'll call you the Evil King!"

Ye Yang took the knife in his hand and felt something indescribable.

The Evil King knife seemed to have intelligence. After being held in Ye Yang's hand, it slowly spread along his arm, and even made his skin slightly cool.

The Yin Sui Knife secretly matched the power of time. He spent a lot of effort to refine it with three extremely precious grains of time sand, which were respectively applied to the scabbard, blade, and tip.

In the past years, relying on this Yin Sui Knife, the Thirteen Knives of Time he performed were extremely powerful. I don't know how many rivals in the martial arts world were frightened, and it also helped him to make a great name in the martial arts world.

But today, after combining with the magic knife, the whole blade has a sense of evil and arrogance.

He carried the knife and found an open place. There were weeds all around. Occasionally, a breeze blew by, and the grass leaves rustled, as if they knew something unusual was about to happen.

Ye Yang stood still and took a deep breath. Before he could move, a knife that was arrogant and unrestrained, as if it had seen through the vicissitudes of time, had already arrived in front of Ye Yang.

Without seeing how the knife moved, a strange light bloomed from the blade. There was a distorted light and shadow in the light, as if the fragments of time were floating in it.

Ye Yang started with a move of "Time Without Trace" from the Thirteen Knives of Time.

In the past, when this move was used, the knife energy was like a gurgling stream, seemingly gentle but able to silently cut through the opponent's defense.

But today, the sword energy was accompanied by a manic breath. Wherever it passed, the ground was torn into gullies. In the dust, there were faint phantoms of the past years whizzing by, as if unwilling to be engulfed by the sword energy, and as if struggling and roaring.

The ground had already been impacted by the power of time and years, and became a pile of broken walls.

Ye Yang was shocked, but did not stop.

Please...collect_6Ⅰ9Ⅰ书Ⅰ吧 (六\\\九\\\书\\\吧!)

Then came another move of "Time Turbulence".

Originally, this move could be combined with time after being combined with the Endless Evil of Time, causing the opponent to fall into a brief confusion.

But at this moment, after Ye Yang performed this sword move, the sword light in the sky turned into a ferocious face with a bloody mouth, biting towards the void in front, as if to drag everything into the endless dark time, revealing a terrifying evil intention.

After sensing the situation of the magic knife.

Ye Yang put away the magic knife, but his face was still a little solemn.

At this time, a figure in green came from the side, it was Yan Qingying.

Yan Qingying looked at Ye Yang, and felt the terrifying aura coming from his senior brother, which made him tremble slightly.

This aura was very different from the past.

"Senior brother."

Yan Qingying sighed secretly, and then spoke.

"Senior brother, the casualties of our attack on the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect this time have been counted."

Ye Yang sighed slightly, and then asked.

"Qingying, how many casualties did our Feitian Sect suffer in this battle?"

When Yan Qing heard this, the originally peaceful expression on his face instantly dimmed. He lowered his head slightly, was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke.

"Senior brother, this time... there were hundreds of casualties, among which there were as many as forty or fifty warriors."

The words were full of deep pain, and every word seemed to be of great weight, hitting the slightly silent space heavily.

When Ye Yang heard this number, his body shook violently. Even though he had expected this result, he still felt a little pain in his heart when he heard this.

"This path of spiritual practice is really full of bones."

Ye Yang murmured to himself, with endless emotion in his voice.

He raised his eyes to look at the cloud-shrouded mountains in the distance, as if he could see through the layers of clouds those figures who had fallen during their practice.

After practicing for many years, before he knew it, he had already reached the half-step state of Yuanshen.

But along the way, I have experienced countless life and death crises, witnessed too many life and death partings, and too many unfulfilled ambitions.

Fresh faces kept flashing through his mind, including brothers from the same school, friends who met by chance but cherished each other, but too many of them were ruthlessly devoured.

"I don't know what kind of scenery is beyond the realm of Yuanshen."

Ye Yang looked up at the sky and sighed slightly.

He knew that he could not stop, and he had more beauty and hope for the unknown scenery.

Now that we have embarked on this road full of thorns and bones, we can only grit our teeth and move forward.

Even if one day, he will become one of these bones, as long as he still has one breath left.

We must pursue the peak of practice and explore the opportunity that may be able to change this cruel status quo.

Just as he had envisioned from the beginning, he could see all the prosperity of the world between the free world and the earth, and he could see all the scenery when he traveled to the North Sea and saw the sunset.

Ye ordered: "Send the order to increase the compensation for magical weapons and spiritual stones for the casualties. These fellow sects who fought bloody battles for the Feitian Sect must not let their families feel cold."

"In addition, these people will be cast into tablets and sent to the ancestral pavilion of the sect. From now on, the descendants of Feitian Sect will worship them from generation to generation."

A few days later, Feitianmen was filled with a sad atmosphere. In the square in the middle of the gate, there are rows of spiritual tablets, and there are offerings in front of each spiritual tablet.

Ye Yang and Gu Xuan brought a group of senior officials from the sect to the square in person to offer incense to each victim.

The two looked solemn, and every movement was full of respect.

After the sacrifice, Ye Yang moved and flew into the sky.

In the air, he stopped steadily, his clothes rustling in the wind, and his eyes slowly turned to the Feitian Gate below.

This is the first time Ye Yang has overlooked the overall situation of Danxia Mountain after Feitianmen was promoted to a high-level spiritual vein.

At this moment, he stood in the sky and looked down. He saw a majestic mountain peak rising from the ground and reaching into the sky, as if a huge sword pierced the sky, bounded by the Yin-Yang Returning to the Void Formation, showing its majestic and majestic appearance. .

On the mountain top, the rocks are rugged, but they are dotted with lush vegetation, or there are pine trees rooted in the cliffs, with their branches slanting horizontally, as if they are competing with the strong wind.

There may be magical flowers and herbs growing in the mountain valleys, swaying in the breeze, exuding bursts of strange fragrance.

It seems like a spiritual creature born naturally between heaven and earth, adding a bit of mystery to this mountain peak.

Under the Yin and Yang Returning Formation, there is the vast Luohe River where water and sky are the same color. Sleep is like a huge mirror, reflecting the blue sky and the leisurely posture of white clouds.

The sun shines down, and the waves sparkle, just like thousands of gold pieces jumping and shining on the water, dazzling. The water of the lake is crystal clear, and you can see the stones of various shapes at the bottom of the lake and the fish swimming among them, bringing vitality to this quiet water surface.

These lakes surround the majestic mountain peak like stars, and are dependent on each other. They seem to form a beautiful natural picture. People can't help but marvel at the uncanny workmanship of nature and the exquisite location of Feitianmen.

Looking further into the distance, the stars were shining like stars, which were the training places of many families under the Feitian Sect and Tao'anfang City.

The well-proportioned pavilions and courtyards, with cornices and brackets, are full of simplicity and simplicity.

Thinking back to those days, when the Feitian Sect was first established, it was just an inconspicuous small sect in the world. There were only a few disciples in the sect, and the secrets of martial arts were scarce. It only occupied a remote valley, and was often harassed by other sects. Oppression and exclusion.

However, after the unremitting efforts of generations of Feitian Sect members, they paid the price of life and death, endured hardships and hardships, and struggled through wind and rain, they finally used this as a foundation to continuously expand territory and grow stronger.

Ye Yang watched all this quietly in the air, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He knew that behind this glory was the hard work and dedication of countless fellow disciples. (End of chapter)