Under One Person, Reviving the Trinity Sect

Late at night, the moon is hanging in the sky and the mountains and forests are silent.

In the Feixian Sect's sin-washing pool, a stick of incense time passed in the blink of an eye. Jiang Mo, who was sitting cross-legged in the pool, had his eyelashes trembling slightly. Then, he opened his eyes and breathed gently between his mouth and nose, with a clear white breath flowing.

He recovered well.

The clear pond water that was originally beneath his knees was now nearly one-fifth polluted, and the black fog of karma that was supposed to haunt him and cover the sky and the sun behind him had also dissipated completely, leaving no trace.

The Feixian Sect had accumulated merits for more than 5,000 years, completely offsetting the karma of wiping out the underground human race and destroying the Tianxin ancient jade.

When Jiang Mo slowly stood up and left the pool, he noticed the turbid water and immediately realized what had happened. He felt deeply guilty and apologized to the old man who was waiting for him in front.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Senior."

"It's a small matter. It would be best if you can recover."

Xian Hua smiled kindly. He had expected this to happen, but he didn't feel bad at all. Instead, he said with a little relief:

"My friend, I'm glad you're okay."

"The karma here has been resolved for now, but next time, it will be much more serious. We need to be cautious and leave room for maneuver."

"Take a step and take a look."

Jiang Mo knew what the old man was implying. It was nothing more than the survival destiny of the 72 billion human beings in the starry sky and the Chaos Cauldron held by the demon race. If a war breaks out in the future, it will inevitably be destroyed. In this way, the karma formed will be unimaginable.

At this time, Yue Min, who was standing by, looked at Jiang Mo's reborn look and exclaimed in amazement:

"Sure enough, after coming out, he became much calmer and more peaceful. His hostility and evil spirit were not seen at all. Compared with before, he felt indescribably refreshed."

"Indeed." Jiang Mo smiled slightly.

"Give."

The next moment, Yue Min held a huge black sword in his hand and handed it to Jiang Mo. It was the Wuliangjun that was shattered in the fierce battle in the starry sky.

While he was practicing, Yue Min went to the starry sky, used the fragments of the history book of time to go back and repair the heavy sword.

"Thank you."

Jiang Mo took the sword and felt a lot of emotions. As his cultivation level was getting closer to the limit of the world, there were fewer and fewer weapons that were suitable for him and could bring him enhancements.

Thinking of this, he was a little distracted. If it was his second real body, the physical strength alone would be much stronger than Wuliangjun's. A casual punch or kick would be far more powerful than a sword.

In the fierce battle with the Tianxin Ancient Jade, Jiang Mo was confident that he could kill all the nine ancient gods and the Tianxin Ancient Jade in one go if his level was one or two levels higher than Wuliangjun.

It's a pity that I can't get there.

"My friend, are you worried about not having a suitable weapon?"

Xian Hua saw Jiang Mo's entanglement, and a smile spread across his lips, inviting him generously:
"Come on, follow me to my sect's treasure house. There are several good sect-protecting instruments for you to choose from."

"Sir, it's not good to take your things for nothing. I want to exchange them for the secret technique in my hand."

Jiang Mo immediately became interested and decided to go take a look. He waved his hand casually, and seven books of supreme secret techniques from the sect he had destroyed appeared in his right hand and he handed them to the old man.

"Oh, my friend, your collection is quite rich."

Xianhua took them all without even taking a second look, put them into the storage ring, and then walked forward.

"Walk--"

"call out!"

A green bridge of immortality appeared before their eyes, leading directly to the palace above the clouds. Jiang Mo and Yue Min followed the old man's footsteps, and soon they arrived at the door of an ancient war treasure house.

Xianhua stopped and began to chant an obscure spell, drawing runes with one hand and continuously injecting them into the huge copper and iron gate that was as big as a city wall.

After a moment, the seal of the sect's treasury was opened, and a terrifying murderous aura came towards him like a tsunami, causing Yue Min's face to change drastically and his steps to tremble.

It felt fear from the bottom of its heart, and in that pitch-black treasure house, it sensed one terrifying aura after another.

Jiang Mo also had an expression of surprise, as if he had seen the world.

"Boom!!!" The huge copper-colored door shook violently at Xianhua's wave of his hand, retreated to both sides, and opened the door.

"Da da da"

The old man walked in the front, and what came into their eyes was a dark and deserted palace. On both sides, there were many magical instruments left by the Taoist emperors and masters of past dynasties.

The hall in the middle has an illusion of a starry universe, suspended vividly, with the stars in the sky moving and gliding in an extremely slow and regular specific orbit like flowing water in the mountains.

Under the starry sky, there were a total of fifteen standing figures, undoubtedly the ancestors of the Feixian Sect, both men and women, all of whom maintained a middle-aged appearance.

These believers were frozen at the peak of their combat power during their lifetime, and after death, they remained like sculptures, silently stationed in the treasure house of the Feixian Sect, seeking blessings for future generations.

Even though he knew that they were dead objects without consciousness, Yue Min couldn't help but feel frightened when he took a closer look. Those faith bodies were exactly the same as if they were alive, at least that was how he perceived them, and he couldn't find any flaws.

Everyone's body is pure white, as if watered by moonlight.

Jiang Mo took a quick look and found that there were only two Dao Lords in the middle stage of 'Jianxian Palace', five in the late stage, and seven in the peak stage.

There is no doubt that all the masters in history, from the second to the eighth generation, a total of seven people, are at the peak level, and among them, the fourth generation master's body of faith is the most powerful.

He was the powerful man who had cultivated the 'Secret Key to the Ultimate Dao'. Judging from the body of faith left by the other party, Jiang Mo believed that this person might be able to take a higher step and not just reach the peak.

"These are the sages of our Feixian Sect throughout history."

"Normally, besides me, only Lingchuan, the leader, and the two supreme elders can enter this treasure house, but to awaken them, only I can do it at will."

Xianhua's eyes showed reminiscence, he was reluctant to part with these bodies of faith, but he knew that in the near future, they would be used to resist the backlash of destiny brought about by the deduction or to fight against alien races, and it might be difficult for them to come back.

However, he only stayed there for a moment, then, coming to his senses, he led Jiang Mo to the right where many magical instruments were placed, and pointed at the blood-red spear that was closest to the main hall and was at the first position.

"Look, does this suit you?"

"The Dragon Flame Tyrant Blood Spear, after the ancestor realm was perfect and flawless, it once fought against blood demons and monsters, killed several blood demons of the highest realm, and three dragons whose bloodline returned to their ancestral state, took their blood essence, cast the Divine Sun Holy Iron, and forged it. Its killing power is the best among all weapons."

"The spear body is forever engulfed in dragon flames, and a blood-red glow flashes like lightning. It is 13 feet long and as heavy as the thirty-three heavens. It is difficult to lift it without the power of holding the four seas in one hand."

"It's a pity that when the ancestor refined this weapon, he was already in his twilight years. He only wielded the spear once, and shattered a star in the sky with one shot."

"After the passing of the founder, this Dragon Flame Blood Spear was left to the masters of later generations. Unfortunately, they did not have a physique comparable to that of the founder, nor did they like such heavy objects, so they kept it as a thought and left it here to be covered in dust for generations." Xian Hua raised his hand lightly, and the Dragon Flame Blood Spear, which was embedded in a stone base carved from blood-colored crystals, flew up in an instant, shook off the dust, and leaped towards him as light as a sword and as swift as a bird.

The old man held it in one hand, not forgetting to look at a piece of talisman paper pasted on it, and whispered to Jiang Mo:

"There is a seal on it. This thing is as light as a feather. Once it is opened, it will be as heavy as Mount Tai. Come on, my friend! Try it?"

After saying that, the old man handed the bloody spear to Jiang Mo.

"This can shatter a star?!"

When Yue Min heard this, his pupils widened instantly. He couldn't imagine what kind of monster the Taoist ancestor of the Feixian Sect was, and he was also shocked by the power of this spear.

"Ah."

"It's just that its attack is strong, and it can never compare to the innate magic weapons. But after them, it should be the best quality in the world."

Jiang Mo listened to Xian Hua's voice, took the blood spear with one hand, raised a smile on the corner of his mouth, and casually uncovered the talisman paper. In an instant, an unimaginable weight came directly, trying to pull his whole body down.

However, Jiang Mo, who was well prepared, grasped the spear steadily, feeling its incomparable weight. It was several times heavier than the Wuliangjun, the magical weapon inherited from the Trinity Sect, and he actually found it comfortable in his hand.

"Thank you, Senior. This gun is indeed what I like."

"Then keep it well. I hope that it will shine with your generosity and fame in the future."

Xian Hua immediately gave the Dragon Flame Blood Spear to Jiang Mo, and said with a smile:
"Apart from the two incidental killing effects of Dragon Flame and Blood Ray, it does not have any other magical powers."

"There are more magical instruments here. Why don't you pick one or two?"

"No need, this one is enough."

Jiang Mo was confused, but he didn't hide it and asked the old man directly:

"Senior, if I use it to fight against the Chaos Cauldron, will it break?"

"Hard to say."

Xian Hua gave an ambiguous answer: "Its material is Shenyang Holy Iron, a rare iron mined from the depths of the sun. It is the hardest substance known in the world. In theory, only weapons of the same material, or extremely powerful magical powers, can shatter it."

"The Primal Chaos Cauldron is the most powerful of the three. Its defense is unknown, its material is unknown, and it is created by the operation of the laws of heaven and earth. It has countless magical powers. Maybe it will really be destroyed."

"After all, when a person's strength is exhausted, the highest evaluation of a magic weapon is that it is a work of genius, and an innate magic weapon is infinite in power and extremely perfect. The Dragon Flame Tyrant Blood Spear is naturally no match for it, but it can last longer, which to a certain extent provides you with the qualifications to fight against the Chaos Cauldron in a short period of time."

"It would be best if we could destroy the Chaos Cauldron during that phase. Anyway, the longer we delay, the easier it is for the weapon to reach its limit and break."

"Okay, senior, I'll remember that."

Jiang Mo did not feel disappointed, but contented and happy. The power increase of Long Yan Ba ​​Xue Spear was five times stronger than Wu Liang Jun, and he reaped a lot of benefits.

After a while, the three of them left the War Treasury and moved to the old man's residence, the bamboo courtyard. Before they reached the courtyard, a beam of fairy light flashed across the sky and arrived in an instant. The person who came was the head of Feixian Sect. He immediately clasped his fists, saluted, and reported to Xianhua:

"Master, something has happened in the East China Sea. The old Dragon King there has been targeted by the demon clan. The Wolf King of Tianshan has also been wooed. The Demon King of the True Demon King Court has promised to help them obtain the secret realm and become the master. The disappeared ancient demon clan is about to be born!"

"Moreover, someone has secretly leaked the news to the ancient demon tribe that they are very likely to show up at the appointment on the moon tomorrow!"

"Where does this news come from?"

Xianhua's expression suddenly became serious. This was not a good sign.

"Just now, the Dragon King communicated with me, hoping that we can respond as soon as possible to prevent the sudden attack of the ancient demon tribe tomorrow. The Wolf King came in person with the same intention."

The headmaster Feixian spoke fluently, recounting everything that had happened an hour ago, including the important news that there were ten overlords in the True Demon King's court and a Supreme Demon Emperor.

"Why at this time?"

Xian Hua's uneasiness grew stronger and stronger. He had witnessed with his own eyes the horror of the innate magic weapon. The divine tripod, which was as famous as the Tianxin Ancient Jade and was named 'Chaos', might unleash even more terrifying power under the control of the Demon King.

"You actually showed up on your own initiative?"

Jiang Mo's heart was as calm as still water, without any ripples.

"That's good, it will save us trouble in the future."

"Ten Lords?!"

Yue Min raised his eyebrows and thought, this number was indeed beyond his expectations, but it was not a serious threat.

There were 24 Kyushu Lords who attended the appointment, plus 84 powerful men from overseas. They were still in the upper hand, and the situation was under control.

The most important thing is, who is stronger between Xuan Zun and the Demon King will decide everything.

However, before it could relax its guard, it heard the Feixian Sect Leader say again:
"According to the Wolf King, among the ten great masters, seven have secret realms, and only three do not have secret realms."

The master of the secret realm is no less powerful than the late-stage master of the Immortal Palace. This is the combat power that only the upper-class sects should have. After the secret realm of Jiuzhou was slaughtered by Jiang Mo, only one upper-class sect was left, and the others were all mid-stream or lower-stream.

Often, the masters of this kind of forces are at the peak of "reaching the other shore", at the early or middle stage of the Immortal Palace, and are no match for the seven overlords.

As for the strong ones overseas, they may rebel at any time, and we cannot expect them to stand up at the critical moment and go to war with the ancient demon clan.

Well, it seems that there is only one solution left for now.

"Ah"

"The date is very clever. Since they want to come, we will accompany them to the end."

Xian Hua turned around and asked Jiang Mo for his opinion:
"My friend, what do you think?"

"I think they want to die."

"If the demon king comes, I will kill him myself if he dares to provoke me."

Jiang Mo's voice was cold. He had a warlike nature and had found no rival for many years. This time, with the so-called Demon King appearing, he was even more eager to try and hoped to have a good fight.

"Well, your words make my cold and dry blood boil."

Xian Hua immediately gave the order, asking the Feixian Sect Leader to stay in the Taoist temple on earth and wait and see what happens.

Afterwards, he took Jiang Mo and Yue Min back to the War Treasury and reopened the door.

After thousands of years, the fifteen bodies of faith once again have the opportunity to slay demons and become famous throughout the world! (End of this chapter)