Under One Person, Reviving the Trinity Sect

In the outside world, in a capital city in the heart of Jiuzhou, Song Ao stood in the air, like a god descending to the mortal world.

Billions of rays of light hung on his back, his eyes were sharp, and he activated the Soul Bell without hesitation. His body was protected by a layer of colorful ripples. That was undoubtedly the method that Deputy Sect Leader Ning Han left for him before he left, which could help him avoid the influence of the Soul Bell.

"clang!!"

"clang!!!!"

The long and melodious sound of the bell swept across the mountains, rivers and land. Hundreds of foreign monks hiding in the crowds and the wilderness were all in great pain. The spiritual weapon was severely damaging their souls.

In just a few breaths, the sound of the bell spread from Kyushu to overseas, all the way to the other side of the ocean.

This is the effect of Song Ao's full efforts. Within the Tianyuan, with only the cultivation level of an ancient king, he can use magic weapons to influence the entire world.

"boom!!"

In a blink of an eye, some of the most powerful foreign envoys frantically chased towards the origin of the bell sound, trying to find out the truth and kill the bell ringer.

However, things went against their wishes. Before they reached their destination, the sky collapsed into a deep darkness and a cold chain fell down, capturing all the strong men who had come from all over the place.

Even the young geniuses of the three major forces felt bad at this moment. They knew that a conspiracy was approaching, but they dared not expose it. They could only endure torture more terrible than lingchi and hide in the place without making a sound.

Unfortunately, everything is in vain.

Song Ao had plenty of time to waste with them. The sound of the bells continued, appearing and disappearing, and his presence soon attracted the attention of various sects and the Nine Departments before anyone could go to investigate.

Jiang Mo came out of the secret realm and sent a message: "No need to pay attention, others are not allowed to approach."

His voice echoed throughout the mountains and rivers of Kyushu and its borders. Any living being who raised their heads and gazed in that direction could hear it in an instant.

It’s a miracle!

"clang!--"

"clang!!"

Song Ao kept shaking the bell tirelessly. After an hour, 90% of the cultivators from outside the domain could not bear it anymore. Their coordinates were all exposed and they were captured by Jiang Mo through the air and taken into the secret realm to be suppressed.

Two hours later, a roar resounded throughout southern Xinjiang. A man dressed in golden armor rose into the sky with a livid face. He flew thousands of miles on his sword and rushed to Zhongyuan, where he discovered the real culprit behind the scenes.

"It's you?" The Holy Son glared angrily, not understanding the meaning of what Song Ao did.

"Boom!!"

The golden-robed saint, who had been injured by the bell for several hours, had veins wriggling on his forehead and fire in his eyes. He did not give Song Ao any chance to react. He raised the sword in his right hand and locked the tip of the sword at Song Ao's heart in the direction of a horizontal plane a thousand meters away, ready to deal a heavy blow.

"Brother, you are so reckless that you actually pointed the sword at me. Do you think that the uncle watching from the sky will let you do whatever you want?"

Song Ao was fearless and continued to ring the bell, causing the man to bleed from all seven orifices and his Taoist foundation in his body was almost cracked.

Although the Soul Bell is not an innate magic weapon, its origin is that it was a magic weapon of an evil cultivator at the peak of the Immortal Mansion Realm. Ning Han’s power is also stored in it, making it convenient for disciples to activate it. It is far beyond the ability of this Holy Son to resist.

What shocked the man even more was who exactly was the 'uncle master' that Song Ao was talking about? Did the sword master of one of the thirty-six peaks also come in?

At the moment when he was in a trance, a virtual chain appeared out of thin air, pierced through his limbs and bones, tied him up so that he was unable to struggle, and then suddenly dragged him into an unknown place.

"boom!!"

Zhu Huan, the fifth descendant of the Void Sword Sect, fell heavily to the ground, his eyes rolled back and he almost died. He heard noisy wailing sounds all around him. When he raised his head with difficulty, his dim eyes saw a scene that he would never forget.

In the entire huge and majestic demon palace, there were thousands of people tied up in place, with runes formed by thick earth energy on their bodies, like a heavy mountain covering their shoulders, pressing them down and making them unable to move.

The man sitting not far away was wearing white clothes, had white hair and a slender physique.

Zhu Huan instantly recognized the identity of that familiar yet unfamiliar face, Sanyi Chenqing, the strongest master of Tianyuan, a monstrous existence.

"Oh"

"Caught a nice big fish."

Jiang Mo looked at Zhu Huan with interest, and then ordered Yao Wang beside him: "Go and talk to him, let him understand his current situation, and if he doesn't cooperate, kill him."

"it is good."

Yaowang dragged Zhu Huan away in an instant and began to threaten and blackmail him.

At the same time, Song Ao in the outside world was still ringing the bell, like the bell of a natural disaster, sweeping every corner of the world. Less than half an hour later, dense and terrifying forces revived one after another. They were all the sons and daughters of saints, the direct descendants of the royal family, or the disciples and confidants of some big figures.

Those cultivators from outside the domain who had reached the limit of their endurance, all of whom had the cultivation base of the ninth level of the King Realm or the Ancient King level, were now driven to desperation and gathered towards Jiuzhou.

"Crash!!"

Jiang Mo took advantage of the situation to spread out a net, a huge net formed by interweaving void chains one after another, boundless and covering an area of ​​thousands of kilometers. It only locked onto the practitioners from outside the domain, and gathered them all in an instant, catching many saint sons and saint daughters in one fell swoop. No matter how they struggled, it was useless.

After a moment, Song Ao showed a faint smile and asked the being above the sky:

"I have been shaking the bell for more than six hours. There should be no fish that escaped. Uncle Master, can we call it a day?"

"Buzz!" A mysterious door suddenly opened in front of him, and what came into view was nearly ten thousand prisoners with varying levels of cultivation, all nailed to the ground with void chains.

"Boom!"

Song Ao was in a good mood and stepped in. During the walk, he saw several familiar faces. They were the sect's first-inheritance saint Heng Yue, the third-inheritance saint Luo Hua, and the eighth-inheritance saint Zhu Ying. They still could not escape this disaster.

In addition, all the princes and princesses of the Daye Dynasty, the direct descendants of officials and generals, as well as the disciples of the imperial teacher and the children of the four great kings, whoever entered the Tianyuan were not spared and were all arrested.

The young genius of the Sunset Royal Court suffered the same fate.

"Uncle Master, what a great trick! Great! Great!"

Song Aolong walked with the gait of a tiger and laughed out loud, which formed a sharp contrast with the miserable situation of everyone else.

When the title "Uncle Master" came out, all the geniuses imprisoned on the scene were horrified.

Is the man who sits firmly on the throne actually a member of the Void Sword Sect?

Even the large number of disciples of the Void Sword Sect were shocked. They never expected that Tianyuan's Xuanzun had the same background as them.

When was this plan set up?!
"Song Ao, you arranged all this!"

An angry shout rang out, and the Holy Son Zhuying's face turned as cold as ice. His eyes were like swords, wishing to cut Song Ao into pieces. Then he looked at Jiang Mo and warned him word by word:
"We are the disciples of the Sword Sect and will inherit the throne in the future. Why don't you let us go quickly?"

"If the future sect master or the elders ask you for punishment, you will be in big trouble."

"Oh? Really? How could you know that I would be afraid of them, but not ask if they were afraid of me?"

Jiang Mo looked at the young saint calmly. His cultivation had not yet reached the level of the Immortal Palace, but he was extremely talented. He had achieved such great things before he was a hundred years old. However, he had a rather arrogant temper and poor eyesight. He could not distinguish the situation and did not know how to advance or retreat. He still needed more years of experience before he could be of great use.

"Humph! Then why don't you let us go? What exactly do you want to do to us?"

Zhuying questioned coldly.

"How's that? Good question."

Jiang Mo smiled faintly, and the eyes of everyone in the hall were focused on him. He raised his right hand and activated his magical power. A bladeless blazing light condensed and turned into a sharp dagger, flying towards Song Ao.

"My dear nephew, what do you think we should do?"

"Uncle Master, you and I have a tacit understanding, why should we say more?"

Song Ao took the dagger, smiling, but acting extremely cruelly, he approached Zhuying in an instant, grabbed his head with one hand, and swung the knife with his right hand like lightning, piercing Zhuying's throat in an instant, blood splattered, and he beheaded him.

"ah!!!"

A shrill howl suddenly sounded. Zhuying's vitality was abnormal. Despite this serious injury, he did not die. Song Ao held his head in one hand. His eyes were bloodshot and he was so angry that he almost bit his teeth off.

"!!!"

This sudden scene made the Void Sword Sect's disciples present tremble all over.

The Second Holy Son, Song Ao, actually killed the Eighth Holy Son?
What on earth is he doing!
Gradually, the expressions of the First Saint Son Heng Yue and the Third Saint Maiden Luo Hua turned ugly.

At this moment, Song Ao's face turned cold, he tightly grasped Zhuying's head with one hand, and suddenly released his magical power: Sword Shadow Dance. Millions of tiny sword qi pierced through the remaining skull in an instant, turning it into a pool of blood mist, and even the soul was not spared.

Zhuying, die!

Seeing this scene, everyone's brain froze, and then they felt a terrible murderous aura spreading silently.

"Uncle Master, I am sorry to make you laugh at my grudges."

Song Ao waved his hand casually, and the bloodstains disappeared. He said to Jiang Mo politely:

"Next, it is your turn. Some of the evil beasts of the Sunset Royal Court and the warriors of the Daye Dynasty have thick skin and flesh, and they may have magic weapons and amulets given by their elders. It is difficult for me to kill them. I beg you to take action, uncle."

Song Ao knew that even if his powerful enemies became prisoners, he would not be able to kill them.

The reason why Zhuying was executed so smoothly just now was due to the dagger given by Jiang Mo.

Song Ao felt its extraordinaryness at the mere touch. The deadly edge made him extremely fearful. Cutting the life-saving magic weapon was as easy as cutting paper. Zhu Ying's blood splattered three feet away and he died on the spot.

"Wait! Senior, please show mercy!"

At the critical moment, Wu Hanqian, the fifth prince of the Daye Dynasty, was quick-witted and suddenly shouted: "You..."

"Boom!!!"

The second half of the sentence 'Growing up in Tianyuan since childhood' that was stuck in his throat was brutally interrupted by Song Ao before he could utter it.

He instantly appeared behind the handsome prince, and without showing any mercy, he stomped hard on the back of his neck, pinning him down under his feet, his eyes bloodshot like a dead dog.

"Kakakaka!!"

The bricks and stones on the ground cracked into spider-web-like cracks, and Wu Hanqian's five fingers pierced through the bricks and stones. He was extremely angry at such humiliation, but he managed to maintain his sanity, said nothing, and endured it silently.

"Stupid dog, you have no right to speak here."

"boom!"

Song Ao's cold and indifferent voice resounded throughout the hall, and then he kicked Wu Hanqian again, sending him hundreds of meters away, crashing into the crowd, coughing up blood.

"Fifth brother!" Seeing this scene, the second prince couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Hmm?" Song Ao glanced sideways and was about to take action, but was stopped.

"enough."

Jiang Mo waved his hand to stop them. The seven disciples including the left and right deacons sitting next to him and Zhao Yi all felt nervous. The black mass of people were all the elites of the three forces, and at this moment they were like cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Especially Zhao Yi, it was a false alarm. He secretly thanked that he was decisive enough and lucky enough to find Xuan Zun first. If someone else had got there first, he would probably have ended up like those prisoners.

"I'm sorry that I acted so rashly, uncle. I hope you can forgive me."

Song Ao bowed respectfully towards Jiang Mo. He was quick-witted and it was not difficult for him to guess Xuan Zun's plan at the moment, but he was unable to stop it. He could only retreat bravely to save himself.

"Come and sit down. Why bother with these people?"

Jiang Mo smiled gently and pointed to a seat not far to the left, motioning Song Ao to sit down. The latter nodded and took the seat.

It was also at this time that two figures came back, and Yao Wang brought back the bruised and battered Fifth Saint Zhu Huan.

"My friend, it's settled. This kid is willing to sell all his belongings to redeem himself."

Yaowang patted Zhu Huan's shoulder, with an expression of admiration for someone who knew the times, and smiled cunningly and sinisterly.

"Okay, give him a seat and some wine, and calm him down. Don't scare nephew Zhu."

At Jiang Mo's command, Yao Wang took Zhu Huan to a nearby seat and told him to sit down. The latter's face was pale and he felt very uncomfortable.

He smelled blood, which was the remnant of bamboo shadows, the blurry pool of blood, and tens of thousands of imprisoned foreign monks. It was as depressing as being in the Senluo Hall in purgatory.

Song Ao, who was sitting opposite, had a flash of panic in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. At this point, he was certain that Xuan Zun wanted to squeeze all the resources of these geniuses dry.

The two pills bestowed by the master were not as attractive to him as he had imagined. It was possible that other geniuses would also have such resources after contacting their elders.

This puts him in a dangerous situation.
Song Ao's thoughts raced through his mind, but he finally chose to stay put and watch everything unfold in silence. At this point, he was in a dilemma and did not dare to offend Jiang Mo.

In contrast to his unhappy mood, everyone felt relieved, as if they had seen the light.

Someone immediately expressed his opinion:
"Xuan Zun, please show mercy. I am also willing to hand over my magic weapon in exchange for redemption."

The person who spoke was Wu Tu, the ninth prince of the Daye Dynasty.

After him, similar voices rose and fell, chaotic and noisy, all praying for life.

At this time, Jiang Mo did not respond, but just looked at Zhao Yi and Song Ao and said:
"My two nephews, do you want to have a good meal with me? You squeeze out all the wealth from these people, I'll get 80%, and you each get 10%, how do you think?"

After all, Jiang Mo was a native cultivator of Tianyuan, and was far less familiar with the group of geniuses than Song Ao and Zhao Yi. So he simply dragged them into the water and lured them with benefits, allowing them to extort the maximum amount of money from these prisoners.

Upon hearing this, Song Ao and Zhao Yi were both shocked.

There were nearly ten thousand people in this densely packed crowd, and there were hundreds of young elites from the three major forces. Some of them had higher status than them, while some were not as noble as them.

Even so, if divided among a hundred people, they would each get the food of ten people. This was far from being a full meal, but an unprecedented feast that could even kill them!
At this moment, Song Ao and Zhao Yi did not hesitate at all and said in unison:
"I am willing to serve my uncle!"

"!!!"

The Void Sword Sect disciples present were so angry that their chests heaved and their eyes turned red. They roared in their hearts that these two people were beasts in human skins!
The third saint girl, Luo Hua, stared at Jiang Mo with suspicion in her eyes. She was the sect master's disciple, but she had never heard of the existence of such a person in the sect.

The sword master of the Thirty-Six Peaks is unknown. Who is he?

"Human, you actually plundered our resources. Do you know my family background? My father is one of the ten rulers of the Sunset Royal Court, the ruler of the Six Palaces Fate Ring, and the Deep Sea Dragon King!"

"Here we have the direct bloodline of the Sunset Demon King, as well as the precious blood of the princes and jewels in their palms. If you tie us all up, aren't you afraid of revenge in the future?"

A sharp threat was heard, and everyone looked in the direction of the voice, only to see the transformed Little Dragon King cursing loudly. He was a well-known playboy in the Sunset King's court, and relying on the power and nobility of his biological father, he was always fearless.

"it is good!"

"Clap clap clap!!!"

"Well said! It's really eye-opening and really enlightens me!!"

Jiang Mo clapped his hands. He liked this kind of dandy guy who was fearless and acted recklessly. He could be used as an example to scare the monkeys.

"Master Yao——"

"exist."

"Get the wok on, heat the oil, move the pot, and cook it. Fry it, stir-fry it, stew it, whatever you want!"

Jiang Mo gave the order, and the little dragon king not far away was immediately terrified and said in panic: "You dare! You dare?!"

"Why don't you dare?"

"I will cook you today, and tomorrow I will cook your father who is the ruler of the six palaces. How dare you, a mere loach, speak lies in front of me?"

After saying that, Jiang Mo waved his hand, and immediately, true Qi overflowed and instantly formed a cauldron, which was placed in the center of the hall. There was also a golden flame burning madly at the bottom of the cauldron. In less than a moment, the water was boiling hot and clouds and mist were lingering.

"No, no!! Xuanzun, I admit defeat, I admit defeat, please don't kill me!!"

The little dragon king was completely frightened. He struggled desperately, but the chains on his body were too heavy. In a desperate situation, he mobilized the demon blood in his body and activated a demon talisman engraved near his heart.

In an instant, a terrifying aura spread throughout the entire palace, and a ferocious dragon appeared. It had deep eyes, and its body was covered with scars. Its black scales seemed like the strongest armor in the world.

All the foreign monks present were brutally suppressed and almost fainted from this terrible pressure.

The phantom of a ruler of the six palaces was so terrifying that it just hovered there quietly, exuding an incomparable sense of oppression, giving people the illusion that a breath could destroy the entire secret realm.

The two brothers Yue Min and Yue Li said nothing and watched this scene quietly. Yao Wang, on the contrary, was grinning grimly with an excited and greedy look.

They had all faced the Sun-Swallowing Demon Emperor head-on. Compared to that emperor who looked down upon heaven and earth, the old dragon in front of them was nothing.

"You are the one who wants to hurt my child?"

The dragon spoke in human language but did not move rashly. Relying on the blood connection, it read the little dragon king's memory in an instant, figured out the whole story, and was also afraid of such a mysterious and powerful being.

Suspected to be an elder of the Void Sword Sect
Such an existence, hiding in the abyss of heaven, is truly helpless.

"I know you. You are one of the ten kings of the Sunset Royal Court. You once invaded the border of the Daye Empire and massacred hundreds of cities. Later, you were forced to retreat by the two kings who came to the battlefield in person."

"Since you know my identity, how dare you hurt my son?" The dragon's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees.

"It's not an injury, it's a killing. Skinning, meat removal, bone removal, tendons removal, boil a pot of good soup, make a feast, and entertain the foreign guests present."

Jiang Mo talked and laughed calmly, not afraid of the pressure from the dragon at all.

If it was any other saint son or saint daughter, Jiang Mo might be able to show leniency, but this evil dragon is not. He has fragments of the current river of time and can know everything that happened in the sky abyss.

After the little dragon king entered Tianyuan by relying on his identity as an alien, he killed or affected more than a thousand awakened people, warriors, and ordinary people.

This is why Jiang Mo insisted on cooking it, even if it meant falling out with the ruler of the Six Palaces.

Not to mention that his strength is less than one-tenth of his projection, even if the real body comes in person, he can still kill it!

"."

"Is there any room for negotiation? I am willing to offer a precious treasure in exchange for my son's life. I hope you will show some mercy."

The Deep Sea Demon Dragon King spoke in a low voice, hoping for peace. He possessed countless resources for cultivation, and it did not matter how many sacrifices he made as long as it was for the survival of his bloodline.

"There is no room for negotiation. I will cook it later, and when Tianyuan enters the world, I will cook you."

Jiang Mo's opinion remained unchanged, and then a look shot out, and in an instant, the many magical weapons protecting the little dragon king shattered.

"Father, save me!" it shouted in horror.

"How dare you!" The dragon shouted angrily. Just as he was about to use his full strength, he was instantly covered by a stronger pressure.

"You are the one who is so presumptuous! Do you really think I am afraid of you? Clean your neck and wait!"

"Boom!!!"

Jiang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and countless void chains instantly wrapped around the phantom of the dragon. Countless formations fell down, sealing it tightly and making it unable to struggle.

"Roar!" The dragon ran wildly, completely mad, but was directly crushed into dust.

“Father!! Father!” The little Dragon King’s face turned pale, his legs and feet became weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

It didn't expect that this last life-saving talisman was useless!

"The demon race from outside the domain? Interesting. But I've never tasted what it's like."

Yao Wang took out a large pile of medicinal herbs from his storage ring and threw them all into the cauldron. Within a few breaths, a rich medicinal aroma was released.

It walked up to the little dragon king and slapped him on the temple, killing him. A huge dragon then appeared, and its blood flowed out.

"Drag it away, process it, and bring it up again."

Jiang Mo gave gentle instructions, Taotie said yes repeatedly, and dragged the dragon corpse out of the hall.

At that moment, the entire hall fell silent. All the saints, as well as the royal family, were frightened into silence.

What kind of cultivation level does this cultivator have who dares to say that the masters of the six palaces should clean their necks and wait for him? He is so domineering.

For a moment, Zhao Yi and Song Ao developed infinite admiration for Jiang Mo, but after the trance, they were followed by a belated shock.

broken.

The Deep Sea Dragon King will definitely inform the Sunset Demon Emperor, the Emperor of the Daye Dynasty, and the Sect Master of the Void Sword Sect of this matter!

They even call directly at the door.

This is terrible.

The two people's faces suddenly changed, and a thought emerged in their minds - they were in trouble. (End of this chapter)