Chapter 847 Return to Moon-Watching Mountain

And in the ancient Qilin clan.

Ye Yang was holding the Evil King Sword, feeling the surging power in the sword.

At this moment, the Evil King Sword was arrogant and wanton. Holding this sword, it seemed that a thrilling battle was about to begin.

During this period of time, Ye Yang had been feeling the power and strength of the Evil King Sword.

As long as he held this sword in his hand, Ye Yang had a feeling of being able to traverse the world and look down on others.

Even in the slightest movement of Ye Yang, he could resonate strangely with the mysterious evil power in this sword.

This sword incorporates the power of the Drinking Years Sword.

Although Ye Yang already had a Star-Breaking Sword Box in his hand, the sword box could release thousands of sword lights, but after all, it was not something he could refine. Although it was powerful, it was far less convenient to use than the Evil King Sword in his hand.

In the past few months, Ye Yang was familiar with the Evil King Sword while taking the opportunity to comprehend the incomplete Yuanshen Dao weapon sent by the ancient Qilin clan.

Before, he had an agreement with the ancient Qilin clan that if he could cure the Qilin ancestor, the other party would take out a damaged Yuanshen Dao instrument to help him comprehend the power of the Yuanshen.

Later, Ye Yang and the ancestor of the ancient Qilin clan hit it off at first sight. After curing the other party, the Qilin ancestor gave him twelve mountain and sea beads.

The set of twelve mountain and sea beads contains the power of mountains and seas. Each one is a top-notch treasure for calming the meridians. The twelve beads together are not inferior to ordinary Yuanshen Dao instruments.

Later, the ancient Qilin clan gave him another incomplete Yuanshen Dao instrument as a token of gratitude.

This item is a small bracelet, which is made of Dao realm Qilin bones. It is golden in color. Each bead is as bright as jade, retaining the powerful vitality of the Qilin clan and emitting a faint golden light in the sun.

Only a few strings of beads are slightly broken, covered with many cracks, and the power of the Yuanshen inside is still there.

This bracelet is not a magic weapon for attack or defense. It has the effect of nourishing the blood of the cultivator. After wearing it, Ye Yang can feel a gentle force slowly flowing into his body, nourishing his meridians and internal organs. Although it does not have strong power, it is also powerful.

Ye Yang has been reborn in the past few months in the ancient Qilin clan.

The ancient Qilin clan is a hidden clan with rugged rocks everywhere and waterfalls rushing down.

Ye Yang sat cross-legged under the waterfall, letting the majestic water flow hit his body. The breath in his body was like a surging wave. In his hand was the evil king's knife. When the knife intention came out, it moved slightly.

Wherever the blade passed, the air would make a slight tearing sound, the space would generate waves, and the surging blue sea would stagnate.

Even, a wave of air like a substance spread out in all directions. This feeling was unprecedented.

Holding the evil king's knife, Ye Yang felt that the knife seemed to have its own will. It seemed to have its own will. This kind of spirituality far exceeded Ye Yang's imagination.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Ye Yang could even hear a low roar coming from the knife, as if it was hiding endless resentment and anger.

What shocked Ye Yang the most was that when his state of mind reached a certain level of harmony with the Evil King's Knife, he would see some fragmentary illusions.

The bloody battlefield, the dead monks, the burning ruins and the sect...

Everything was so real.

In his spare time, Ye Yang would accompany the Earth Qilin.

This Earth Qilin was sturdy, with earthy yellow scales all over his body shining with a warm luster, and the horns on his forehead exuded a mysterious aura.

Before, he was only the size of a calf, but during this period, his body had grown by one third.

One day, Ye Yang felt that the time had come, so he came to the residence of the Qilin Patriarch and said goodbye to him.

The Qilin Patriarch was resting with his eyes closed in the courtyard, and when he heard footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you are here."

Ye Yang bowed respectfully and said, "Old Ancestor, I have received the kindness of the nobles. During this period, I have gained a lot in the Qilin Ancient Clan. Now the injury of the senior has healed a lot, and it is time for me to say goodbye."

The old ancestor nodded slightly, his eyes full of understanding: "I expected this day to come. Fellow Daoist, wait a moment, I will send someone to send you back."

Ye Yang was not a person who liked pomp and circumstance. After hearing this, he thanked again and declined politely.

Just after Ye Yang left, the old Qilin ancestor felt the evil, arrogant, fierce and domineering aura on Ye Yang, and his eyes shrank.

"It seems that the ostentatious sword intent some time ago really came from this mysterious fellow Daoist Ye."

He closed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

On this day, Ye Yang officially left the Qilin Ancient Clan.

And Tu Qilin had just become a disciple, and was in a period of rapid progress. During this period, he had not learned what the old Qilin ancestor taught him, so he stayed in the Qilin Ancient Clan.

Along the way, Ye Yang came at a high speed like the wind and lightning. After a while, he saw the mountain gate of Feitianmen.

After Ye Yang returned to Feitianmen, he plunged into cultivation.

He has always been a hard-working cultivator. This time, he went out to travel and came to the ancient Qilin clan. Seeing that the ancient Qilin clan was so powerful, they were still the gods and were afraid of attracting the wind and rain of the outside world, hiding in the corners of the cultivation world.

It also gave him a sense of urgency.

Every day, he looked up to the sky, closed his eyes, and circulated his breath around his body, trying his best to promote the transformation of magic power into Yuanshen Dao power.

This process is like sailing against the current. Every bit of progress requires a huge amount of effort. It depends on day after day of persistence. It is a real water grinding skill.

In the quiet room, the candlelight flickered, and Ye Yang's face flickered in the light and shadow.

He breathed evenly, but his brows were slightly wrinkled, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

The magic power rushed through the meridians, like a turbulent river, trying to break through the obstacles and transform into a more condensed Yuanshen Dao power.

The transformation of this power not only tested his foundation of cultivation, but also sharpened his will.

Day after day, Ye Yang was immersed in the world of cultivation.

Until that day, when he was practicing the skills as usual, a strange fluctuation suddenly surged in his body, as if an invisible force was pulling him.

Ye Yang suddenly opened his eyes, a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, and he stood up and headed towards a certain direction of Feitianmen.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, look!

Wangyue Mountain is located in the east of Feitianmen, with towering mountains and shrouded in clouds and mist.

At the beginning of Ye Yang's cultivation, this was a gathering place for many casual cultivators.

However, after the turmoil of the Changsheng barrier and the battles with many real people, the mountains were broken, the spiritual veins dissipated, and they became exhausted.

But time is the best repairer. After hundreds of years of baptism, Wangyue Mountain has regained new vitality.

The power of nature quietly repaired the scars of the earth. Green grass and trees grew again between the broken rocks, and clear springs flowed again between the valleys, bringing vitality and hope.

The most gratifying thing is that the spiritual energy in the mountains has gradually become richer. Wangyue Mountain has restored its former tranquility and beauty and has become a rare place for cultivation.

The grass and trees are lush, the birds are singing, and the flowers are fragrant. Occasionally, some monks can be seen shuttling between them, either sitting in meditation or looking for precious medicinal herbs and materials.

Ye Yang came to Wangyue Mountain and felt a deep sense of belonging at this moment.

Every inch of land here witnessed his growth from a fledgling little monk to a real monk.

Especially when thinking of the chaos of demons and the battle in the Changsheng barrier in the past, that was his first life-and-death battle after he broke through to the warrior realm. Many cultivators have long been submerged in the traces of time.

Ye Yang climbed to the top of the mountain and looked far away. He saw the red clouds all over the mountain below Wangyue Mountain, like the beautiful clouds pouring down from the horizon.

The blazing light was like a lively fire snake, dancing wantonly among the mountains.

At the same time, the space began to be unstable. The air seemed to be rubbed by an invisible big hand, making bursts of "buzzing" sounds.

The mountains in the distance were looming in the twisted space, as if they would be swallowed by this force at any time.

"Open!"

Ye Yang lightly clicked, he suddenly opened his eyes, and two golden and red sword beams shot out of his eyes, shooting directly into the space in front of him.

At the same time, he pushed his hands forward, and the evil king's sword turned into a black magic wheel and whistled out, which actually stretched that piece of space open.

The light wheel collided with the black shadow, making a deafening sound.

The entire space seemed to be torn apart by this force, and huge cracks appeared.

The strong light illuminated the entire Wangyue Mountain, making it impossible to look directly.

When the light gradually dissipated, Ye Yang slowly stood up and entered this space.

And just after Ye Yang's figure disappeared.

The evil aura on the evil king's knife gradually disappeared without a trace, and the space closed and gradually returned to calm.

At this moment, just after Ye Yang disappeared in this space.

In the mysterious Beast Demon Sect.

When Yan Qingying finally climbed the main peak surrounded by clouds and mist and majestic momentum, the strong wind seemed to be disturbed by her arrival and suddenly whistled up.

The main peak of the Beast Demon Sect was extremely tall, piercing the sky and hidden in the clouds.

At this moment, she stood on the top of the mountain, and the strong wind was like countless angry beasts, running and roaring on the top of the peak, blowing her clothes and hair fluttering wildly.

She looked around and saw that the people from the four palaces of Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Black Tortoise had already gathered here. (End of this chapter)