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

It was an ancient ferocious beast as white as silver, with fur and horns, and a sword on its back.

The sword is like a tiger and the sword is like a flying phoenix.

The arms are extremely large, thick and long, and the green eyes flash with a cold light that is intertwined with multiple emotions such as transparency, coldness, and enlightenment.

Swallow it! Staring at the phantom of the ferocious beast, Ye Yang felt a hungry emptiness.

Both sides pounced at the same time, and when they were about to collide, Ye Yang suddenly bent his knees, fell to his knees and leaned back, and the vicious beast passed over him.

Ye Yang turned over and stretched out his arms, grabbed the ferocious beast's long tail, used the force to jump on the beast's head.

Only now did Ye Yang see the appearance of this ferocious beast.

It has exposed fangs and looks like a white ape. It has a single horn on its head and green eyes. The most impressive thing is the arms of this giant beast.

The left and right arms are extremely large, thick and long, with bulging muscles, like granite, one block after another, and extremely hard.

The silver-haired ferocious beast rolled to the ground, roared, and turned to bite Ye Yang, but Ye Yang was faster and bit the opponent's thick arms. The arms split open, and a primitive essence poured into Ye Yang's throat and spread. The internal organs are boiling like a blazing fire, the whole body is full of energy, and the blood is surging.

The ferocious beast kept roaring, jumping, tumbling, and flopping wildly, but the person biting it was crazier than it, no matter how the white ape ferocious beast jumped, turned, or pounced.

Ye Yang was always like a tarsal maggot, biting its flesh and blood, sucking hard like a ferocious beast.

With more and more primitive and pure energy, Ye Yang raised his head and howled loudly, but what came out were waves of roars of ferocious beasts.

His body was covered with white hair, his arms became thick and hard, and he possessed infinite strength. Swords sprouted from his back, sharp claws protruded from his limbs, and fur covered his body. He bent down, exerted force on his legs, and jumped out high.

Ahead, there are undulating mountains, thousands of mountains and ravines, many mountains, thick ancient vines, and primitive ancient trees as thick as houses, reaching straight into the sky and into the clouds.

The ground is covered with shrubs, mottled moss and lichen. The twisting old trees in this primitive ancient forest block out the sky and the sun like horned dragons, and the knee-deep weeds move in the wind.

He stretched out his arms, as if he had become the son of the wind, climbing trees and jumping into streams in the primeval forest.

He ran vigorously, climbing over rugged rocks, walking through forests and lakes, towards the rising sun.

He is a tree, a wind, and a beast.

It is a piece of moss in the forest, and it is an ant. It is the darling and master of this vast wilderness!

Run! As winter turns to spring, day and night change. He uses his arms as weapons, fights with swords, climbs and jumps, hunts tigers and leopards, and fights fiercely. He keeps running, completely forgetting everything in the past.

Until the silver-white hair on his body was no longer shiny, no longer as shiny as white satin under the moonlight, and his fur gradually became knotted, dull, and crooked.

His energy and blood began to wither, his arms were no longer thick and strong, and his eyes were gradually changing and no longer full of vitality.

…

He is getting old, has entered the old age, and will die of old age in this forest.

One day, he was really old and his body was no longer strong. He rolled down the rugged rocks and fell into the stream, causing waves.

He flew down and the water rippled. The silver moonlight shone on the clear water. The sparkling water cut his old reflection into pieces, flickering and shaking.

He suddenly froze.

He stretched out his hand and crossed the reflection on the water. The reflection was broken, but in an instant, the waves disappeared and returned to the original state. The old and thin reflection was still clear.

this is me? Ye Yang stared blankly.

The lost memories came one after another like fragments, flashing together.

"Be a good person throughout your life."

"We monks are not afraid of death. We are loyal to our sect and have awe-inspiring righteousness."

When he was young, the words his dead father often taught him were still in his ears.

"The dusk danxia at Feitianmen is worthy of being one of the eight scenic spots in Yalongling."

The beautiful scenery of Feitianmen headquarters with red clouds at dusk and thousands of miles of sunset clouds seems to be in front of you.

Under the old persimmon tree, the young man wields his knife against the wind and frost, never stopping for a moment.

In the attic of the Zhang family, the smelly white stocking feet of the woman whose name he had forgotten.

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His heart beat with excitement.

For countless days, no matter whether it was cold or hot, he went through the hardships of refining Qi with his bare shoulders and wielding a knife.

Scenes flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

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In the main hall, Ye Yang made gestures with Feng Shuang Knife Technique with his hands. After years of practice, Feng Shuang Knife Technique had already accumulated muscle memory and became a part of his body.

Some of the disciples who woke up early saw him waving the sword constantly, with his brows sometimes frowning and sometimes relaxing, and his face full of struggle and pain. They all thought he was possessed and quickly moved away from him within a few feet.

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"No, not me!"

Ye Yangren stood up.

"I'm not a ferocious beast!"

He shouted to his reflection in the water.

The thick and thick hair retracted from the body, the claws were retracted, the arms were retracted to their normal appearance, the blue eyes calmed down and turned into black and white pupils, and the resolute and familiar face swayed in the water.

"I - am - Ye - Yang!"

In his field of vision, water waves spread out in circles, and the surrounding scenery disappeared. He slowly opened his eyes.

The figure of his father, whom he had not dreamed of for more than ten years, appeared in his mind.

Vague memories drifted through his mind, and a teardrop fell from Ye Yang's eyes.

"You are a good warrior and a good person, but you are not a good father to the family."

Ye Yang murmured to himself, tears falling silently from the corners of his eyes, but his father could no longer see him.

…

"The awakening of life was successful."

Ye Yang wiped away his tears, looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that there was something inexplicable in his body.

Only then did he realize that there were few people in the hall, and many people had left.

He looked up out of the window and realized that it was already dark and a day had passed.

"The aura is ancient, he is good at using swords, and he seems to have untapped spiritual eyes and supernatural powers. He is... a high-grade yellow-ranked man."

There was a hint of surprise in the soul-finding monk's eyes.

"So far, only a few of the high-grade Huang-level zodiacs have been awakened. They are considered to be very good top-grade ones."

Ye Yang was slightly excited when he heard what the spirit-detecting monk said.

He knew that he was not a talented person and had no support from his family elders. Thanks to his maturity and diligence along the way, he was able to gain a slight advantage among his fellow disciples.

He was very satisfied to be able to awaken the high-level Huang-level natal life.

The road to immortality is difficult, and in life, if you want to climb to the top, it is important to say that your destiny is important, and it is not important to say that it is not important.

Acquired timing, luck, luck, talent, and diligence are all very important.

In this world, there are people who have awakened their destiny and stand proudly on the top of the mountain. There are also monks who have not awakened their destiny and kill high-level people who have their destiny.