Shrouding the Heavens: One proof, eternal proof, starting from Earth to prove the Dao.

Chapter 106 Revenge is swift; storming the Yin-Yang Cult's ancestral land.

The Yin-Yang Sect's mountain gate is located in Zhongzhou, covering an area of ​​over a thousand miles, where the spiritual energy is so rich it's almost palpable.

Nestled among the mountains, palaces and pavilions stand side by side, waterfalls cascade, and cranes soar, creating a magnificent scene of religious grandeur.

At the mountain gate stands a stone tablet about ten feet tall, with the three large characters "Yin Yang Sect" engraved on it.

"Have you heard? The cult leader sacrificed himself, using the Yin-Yang Death Curse to kill that Ye Fan!"

"Really? Ye Fan is someone who dares to go head-to-head with even Wang Teng."

"With the cult leader personally involved, how could it be fake?"

"Serves him right! Ye Fan killed our sect's holy son and daughter, he should have died long ago."

Several disciples stood in front of the mountain gate discussing, their faces showing gloating smiles.

"It's a pity, the cult leader also died because of this."

"So what? The death of our leader has eliminated a great enemy for our sect. It was worth it!"

"Exactly! With Ye Fan dead, who would dare to oppose my Yin Yang Sect?"

The disciples were talking.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from the horizon.

The sound grew louder and louder as it approached, as if something was rapidly getting closer.

The disciples looked up and were immediately stunned.

In the sky, a warship with twenty or thirty people stood on it, tearing through the void as it approached.

The young man at the head of the group was dressed in white, with an ethereal air, and was holding a little girl in his arms.

Behind him followed a young man in blue, a burly man, a large black dog, a fat man in a Taoist robe, and a monkey carrying an iron rod.

Despite the apparent chaos, everyone's aura was terrifyingly strong.

"Who are you? This is a sacred ground of the Yin-Yang Sect; unauthorized personnel are not allowed to approach—"

One of the disciples shouted instinctively.

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the young man in blue.

"Ye Fan?"

The disciple's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Wasn't Ye Fan cursed to death by the cult leader? How is he still alive?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The disciples were so frightened that their legs went weak.

If Ye Fan is still alive, then their sect leader died in vain.

"Go and report to the elders immediately!"

One of the disciples turned around and was about to run into the mountain gate.

"Bring out those of you who are in charge; I have something to say."

Ye Chen's voice resonated in all directions.

A moment later, several powerful auras emanated from the depths of the Yin Yang Sect.

Five figures flew out from inside the mountain gate and landed on the square.

The leader was an old man with a cultivation level at the peak of the second level of the Sendai realm; he should be the Grand Elder of the Yin-Yang Sect.

Behind him were four old men, all of whom were powerful experts at the late stage of the second level of the Sendai realm.

"Ye Fan, you're still alive?"

The First Elder recognized Ye Fan at a glance, his eyes turning extremely sinister.

Although Ye Chen was more famous, almost everyone who had met him was either dead or on his side.

"I've let you down."

Ye Fan smiled faintly.

"Even the cult leader risked his life for yours, and still couldn't kill you—"

"What do you want from my Yin-Yang Sect?"

The Grand Elder suppressed his rage.

He glanced at Ye Chen and the others, and although he sensed that they were up to no good, he still held onto a sliver of hope.

"Exterminate the entire family."

Ye Chen uttered two words calmly.

"Arrogant!"

The Grand Elder's expression changed drastically.

"My Yin-Yang Sect has existed for tens of thousands of years, with profound foundations. How can you destroy it so easily?"

"Even if you possess sacred weapons, my sect also has sacred weapons and a protective formation; we are not necessarily afraid of you!"

The four elders spoke sternly and sternly.

They only knew that Ye Fan possessed a sacred weapon, and they had heard that he had a powerful elder brother who was said to have died at the hands of the Primordial Ancestral King.

"Then let's give it a try."

"By the way, I heard that the Yin-Yang Sect has a legendary sacred weapon called the Yin-Yang Mirror?"

Ye Chen was ready to get straight to work.

The elder's heart sank, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Whoever grabs it first gets to keep the Yin-Yang Mirror."

"I'll take care of the sacred weapons and deities for you."

As soon as Ye Chen finished speaking, the crowd behind him erupted in cheers.

"A legendary holy weapon?"

Pang Bo's eyes turned red.

Although he can't use the sacred weapon now, he will definitely need it in the future. He can't rely on Ye Chen and Ye Fan to give him everything.

"Damn it, I'm taking it!"

Duan De rolled up his sleeves and rushed inside.

He even dared to covet imperial weapons, let alone a legendary holy weapon.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

"The Yin-Yang Mirror belongs to me!"

Black King is the fastest runner; four legs are definitely better than two.

The Holy Prince, carrying the iron rod, followed without saying a word; a legendary holy weapon was a valuable item.

Ji Haoyue and his sister, the Peacock King, the Crimson Dragon Taoist, and other powerful figures also set out.

Even the usually composed Crimson Dragon Taoist was tempted at this moment.

A legendary sacred weapon—that's a powerful artifact capable of establishing the lineage of a great religion.

If it were displayed outside, it would be something that would make even the Holy Land envious.

It's only because Ye Chen is wealthy and powerful, possessing several Emperor-level weapons, that he doesn't take Saint-level weapons seriously.

What's more, Ye Chen also helped them acquire sacred weapons and divine artifacts, and provided after-sales service.

"kill!"

The crowd rushed toward the Yin-Yang Sect's mountain gate.

"Activate the Protective Array!"

The elders of the Yin-Yang Sect shouted loudly.

A layer of light enveloped the entire mountain gate, with yin and yang energies flowing across it, exuding an astonishing power.

"A mere formation dares to block my path?"

The Black Emperor opened his mouth and spat out a king-level weapon, which slammed into the light screen.

The light curtain shook violently, but it did not break.

"It's nothing special, far inferior to the tombs that Daoist Master has robbed."

Duan De took out a special talisman and stuck it on the light screen.

"boom""

The mysterious rune exploded, and a crack appeared in the light barrier.

Pang Bo punched it, and the crack widened instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the Holy Prince slammed down with his staff, shattering the light barrier completely.

The whole process took less than three breaths.

"Let's fight them!"

The Grand Elder and the others turned pale.

He gritted his teeth and roared, charging towards the crowd first, followed by the four elders behind him.

Only five people in the Yin-Yang Sect have reached the late stage of the Great Power realm, and the highest level of cultivation is only at the peak of the Great Power realm.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

Ye Chen shook his head.

He doesn't need to personally handle a battle of this level.

"Ye Fan, prepare to die!"

The Grand Elder went straight for Ye Fan.

In his view, Ye Fan was only at the peak of the first level of the Sendai realm, so there was still a chance to seize the opportunity.

If we can capture Ye Fan, we might be able to force these people to retreat.

"Kill me? You're not qualified."

Ye Fan raised his hand and threw a punch.

Golden blood energy surged into the sky, and the fist, carrying terrifying force, clashed with the Grand Elder's palm.

"Bang!"

The elder was sent flying backward, his arm bones shattering inch by inch, and blood gushing out.

"How is this possible?"

He looked at Ye Fan in disbelief.

They're worlds apart, so how come he was the one who flew backwards?

"continue."

Ye Fan lunged forward and delivered another punch.

The Grand Elder fought desperately, but was no match for him.

On the other side, the four elders were also entangled with the others and were forced to retreat.

"If you don't act soon, the Yin-Yang Mirror will be snatched away by someone else."

The Peacock King did not rush to make a move, but instead looked at the Crimson Dragon Taoist beside him.

The Crimson Dragon Daoist was an elder of the demon race, with unfathomable cultivation. He rarely made a move, but at this moment, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

"Then let's stretch our muscles and bones."

The Crimson Dragon Taoist chuckled and stepped into the battlefield.

He raised his hand and waved it, and crimson-gold dragon-shaped true energy roared out, piercing directly through the chest of an elder.

The elder didn't even have time to scream before he turned to ashes.

"Brother Red Dragon is amazing!"

The Peacock King was not to be outdone and beat another elder to pieces.

Both men acted swiftly and decisively, without any hesitation or fuss.

The remaining two elders tried to escape, but were intercepted by Pang Bo and the Holy Prince, who dealt with them in no time.

As for the Grand Elder of the Yin Yang Sect, he had already been beaten beyond recognition by Ye Fan and was finally blasted to pieces with a single punch.

Five powerful cultivators at the late stage of the second level of the Sendai realm were all killed in less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.