Under One Person, Reviving the Trinity Sect

The arrogant words of the clone made the Root Plague so angry that it almost gnashed its teeth. It grinned fiercely:
"Whoever is stronger is the real one. However, I am curious about how you cut off contact with me?"

"You ask me, so I'll tell you?"

The clone laughed teasingly and arrogantly, not taking the original body of the ruler of the Seven Palaces seriously.

It is the Nine Palaces and Nine Stars. It is no exaggeration to say that the gap between them is a million times. If Jiang Mo had not been present, the root epidemic could not even block its gaze.

"Boom!!!"

Seeing that the two people opposite were murderous and would not let him go easily, the clone summoned 13 puppets. They all looked the same as before, with intact skin. They did not look like the extremely powerful people who had been dead for tens of thousands of years. The vitality in their bodies was so strong that it almost overflowed.

"Boom!"

Several more rays of light descended, and the Divine Prison Halberd, the Black Mysterious Cauldron, and the Yin-Yang Sword of Life and Death all appeared.

In an instant, the combat power of the clone increased dramatically, and the materialized pressure was like an endless raging sea, squeezing the nearby space so much that it could not bear it and shattered one after another.

This action made the Root Plague tremble with fear, and his face changed drastically. In the past tens of thousands of years, the achievements of this clone have not been low at all. Its cultivation has reached the level of Nine Palaces and Nine Stars, and puppets and innate magic weapons are all in its hands.

"Boy, are you really sure?"

The source of the plague asked anxiously. Facing the looming threat of death, it couldn't help but waver in its heart. Having lost the protection of the three great spiritual treasures, it didn't even have the qualifications to stand on this battlefield.

"Maybe."

Jiang Mo smiled without comment. As the two sides entered a state of confrontation, an uncontrollable force raged in his body. It turned out to be the three sealed spiritual treasures, which were ready to move at this juncture.

The clone on the opposite side also gradually revealed a strange smile, as if he had expected it:
"Fellow Daoist, you are so bold and reckless. No matter how I drag you, you can't move?"

"What."

The Root Blight, who was listening in, suddenly had a bad feeling. It reacted quickly and asked angrily:
"When on earth did you come into contact with them?!"

"You have no right to speak here, ant."

The clone's smile became brighter and brighter. It looked down at the ancient emperor who had once swept across the fairyland with pity, and said slowly:

"You don't need to worry about these."

After saying that, it formed a seal with one hand. No light shone, and no evil spirit overflowed. It should be some kind of magic that was restrained to the extreme.

At the same time, the three spiritual treasures that were supposed to be sealed continued to run wild, launching their strongest attacks in a masterless state, shattering countless void barriers.

Jiang Mo said nothing, but just kept reinforcing the seal. If a thousand layers didn't work, he tried ten thousand layers. If ten thousand layers didn't work, he tried ten million layers. The recovery speed of his true Qi was much faster than the consumption of the Great Void Sealing Technique that was constantly extending in his body.

Even though the clone activated the three companion spiritual treasures one after another, it was of no avail.

"You are from the human king family, right?"

Suddenly, Jiang Mo became thoughtful, and based on his deepest intuition, he asked this question.

"!" The Root of Plague's eyes trembled, unable to believe it.

Instantly, the clone couldn't help but brighten up, and smiled faintly: "Sure, how did you see that?"

"If what I think is correct, you have seized a drop of Wan'e's blood with life consciousness, and your realm must be at least equal to it, or even higher. In the fairyland, the ancient weapon refining skills of the human king family are the most amazing. It is said that any innate magic weapon you touch, as long as it is not a companion, will be easily plundered."

"With its blood and your technique, you can indeed control the three great spiritual treasures and attack me right now."

Jiang Mo unravelled the mystery, and a buried historical truth came to light.

"Oh, you have a good eye, you guessed most of it."

The clone teased, its sharp eyes colliding fiercely with Jiang Mo's, and it also asked:

"Although you are wearing the skin of a demon and you were too brutal just now, I didn't even have time to notice your abnormality, but I still smelled the scent of your human soul.
"You are a human, so why are you cooperating with this devil?"

"You know that I am from the royal family of the human race, with the purest bloodline in the human race, and naturally have an overwhelming bloodline suppression over the cultivators of the same race. Are you still determined to fight me?"

In the fairyland, cultivators belonging to the mortal race will be suppressed to some extent when facing the human king family. This suppression will gradually weaken as their realm improves, but it will not completely disappear.

Even if one is promoted to the Supreme Lord of Tao, it is still unavoidable.

The Supreme Taoist Lord, who possesses the source of the Taoist Palace evolved from the six ancient life stars, can defeat the ordinary Taoist Lords of the human race with stronger cultivation as long as he possesses the blood of the human king family.

Before it could finish, the source of the disease, who was so angry, cursed it by name:

"Ji Daoshu, you old man, do you have the right to criticize me?"

"In the past, you cultivated the Great Dao and sacrificed more than dozens of ancient life stars, with more than hundreds of millions of human beings on them."

Ji Daoshu, the patriarch of the royal family of the human race in the fairyland forty thousand years ago, was the supreme Taoist who had achieved the great perfection of the Nine Palaces and Nine Stars. He was also one of the main forces in the encirclement and suppression of the source of the epidemic back then.

Hearing the Root Disease scolding his younger generation, the clone laughed up to the sky, the sarcasm in his eyes became more intense, and said:
"Dao Shu? I'm not him."

"He has to bow his head when he sees me, but it was he who brought your blood essence back to the clan. Without this preparation, I really wouldn't have survived until now."

"You! Who is this old immortal again?" The Source of Plague asked gloomily.

"You don't deserve to know."

The cold words resounded through the starry sky. The next moment, the Taoist's body squirmed, his limbs broke, his facial features reorganized, and the structure in his body changed rapidly, evolving new life.

In just a few seconds, the monster body that was covered with wounds was abandoned, and the ancient powerful man from the Human King family revealed his true appearance. He was a middle-aged man wearing a black jade gown. He showed no signs of aging, and his blood was surging like the sea.

His face was cold and majestic, and the lines of his facial features were perfect to the extreme, like a king who had conquered the heavens and all the worlds. His domineering aura that looked down upon the heavens and the earth suddenly dimmed the starry sky.

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Jiang Mo's expression was a little solemn. This old monster of unknown age actually had two stages of life form.

After abandoning the body forged with the immortal blood of Wan'e, it not only did not weaken, but instead became much stronger, giving him a thrilling sense of oppression.

Especially his bloodline, which seemed to be crushing him and forcing him to weaken his realm. Fortunately, his second true body was created by the blood of many monsters and was not suppressed by the blood of the Human King at all.

If his injuries were healed and he reached the peak of his power, Jiang Mo would have a 60% chance of killing him, but he couldn't do it now. The best he could do was to escape unscathed.

"Youngster, please tell me your name. You deserve my attention!"

The man standing in the void looked down at them, and his words contained a terrifying implication of the laws of Tao. That was the power of origin that was imprinted in the deepest part of all human blood, and it had the power to suppress and subdue.

"Don't respond to him!" The Root Plague suddenly exclaimed, and it remembered an ancient human secret method.

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Jiang Mo raised his left hand slightly to indicate that it was okay. He stared at the man and waved his hand casually. A dark sword energy swept out again, instantly tearing through billions of stars in the sky.

"Ah!"

The ancient Taoist master of the Human King family sneered, and struck with his halberd, swinging it like a dragon.

Suddenly, the world was shrouded in a dark illusion of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as if being dragged into a special secret world. Countless lava fell from the sky, and rolling rivers of blood, carrying billions of skeletons, collided with the dark river of swords.

"Boom!"

A bright light that seemed like the universe instantly swept across thousands of miles. The two killing moves were almost equal, and neither could do anything to the other.

When the light faded, the man of unknown origin spoke first:

"Do you want to continue fighting?"

"With the subtle difference between you and me, it is impossible to tell who will win. Instead of fighting, why not join forces to build the hegemony of the human race, starting with this wild dog next to you."

"If you wish, you can bring your forces and family to join our human king family. You will be crowned king and benefit your descendants. They can cleanse their marrow and bones and bathe in the holy blood of the clan to promote the evolution of their bloodline and return to their ancestors."

"You want me to work for you? That's too naive." Jiang Mo said calmly, without any interest at all.

According to his observation, he suspected that the so-called human king family might have had an inseparable connection with the ancient human race and the god race in the ancient times, or even earlier. Both of them were born from ordinary human races, and after a long period of precipitation, they finally became a clan of their own, and their innate bloodline conditions in all aspects were superior to those of the human race.

As a person of human race, Jiang Mo particularly rejects this kind of human race that is superior to other human races.

"So, you are going to protect this root demon today?"

The ancient Taoist's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said unhappily:
"If you leave now, I can forgive your sneak attack, but if you insist on protecting it, then neither you nor I will be able to leave intact."

"You can try."

Jiang Mo turned a blind eye. No one could threaten him, not even the ancient beings of the Human King family.

"Boom!"

The two of them had a disagreement and started fighting on the spot. The ancient Taoist activated the Divine Prison Halberd, the Black Mysterious Cauldron, and the Yin-Yang Sword of Life and Death and attacked Jiang Mo. Thirteen amazing puppets were also deployed to assist in the encirclement and suppression.

"Boy, why don't we retreat? The risk is too great."

The source of the epidemic couldn't help but persuade.

It was a rare opportunity for it to be reborn, and the current situation was not right, so it should just endure and leave. There was no need to fight to the point of bloodshed. Moreover, the opponent's strength was unknown, and it did not want to drag down Jiang Mo, who was already injured.

"withdraw?"

"Should I be afraid of him?"

Jiang Mo glanced away, not allowing the root disease to continue nagging him, and directly imprisoned it in the heaven within his body.

"Then you die!"

The ancient Taoist shouted sternly, and he used the ancient magic of his clan, and his figure turned into seven. Each of them had an incomparably terrifying cultivation level, which was equal to his original body. His fighting power increased sixfold in an instant.

"Boom!!!"

The thirteen puppets followed the seven Dharma bodies and attacked vigorously. Various killing moves covered the sky and drowned Jiang Mo's figure.

"boom!"

Jiang Mo attacked with all his strength, and with a flash of afterimage, he reached the edge corner of the formation, defeated a demon puppet with one sword, and rushed out of the encirclement.

"Want to go?"

"Leave me alone!"

That man sneered, and formed a seal with his hands. His six clones followed suit. Suddenly, towering ancient sacred mountains appeared in the depths of the starry sky, which were unknown how many feet high and how many miles long. They were suppressed so fiercely.

"Boom!!!"

Jiang Mo's black hair danced wildly, his eyes were dark gold, and he released a huge amount of true Qi, which resonated with the flesh and blood of his limbs and bones. At the same time, he used his second true body as a medium to summon the divine appearance that was unique to the Half-Step Taixu Realm.

With a "hum" sound, the three thousand worlds shook, the stars in the sky dimmed, and a force beyond the limit spread between heaven and earth.

Jiang Mo disappeared completely, and in his place appeared a gigantic divine image that covered the sky. Different from the divine image when his original body was in use, the divine image bred by his second true body was even more terrifying, like an ancient god sitting on the highest throne in the heavens.

His hair was like a waterfall, his expression was cold, his eyes were like the never-extinguished lava sun, and billions of surging purple demonic flames swirled around his body, forming a natural battle suit that exuded an aura that was no weaker than that of an innate magic weapon.

The once vast galaxy now became small, like a mountain stream, surrendering to Jiang Mo's feet.

The stars near the battlefield and the seven ancient sacred mountains summoned by the ancient Taoist monarch, even if one of them is comparable to a star, are as insignificant as dust in front of Jiang Mo's divine appearance.

"Boom!"

"Boom!!!"

Jiang Mo's divine image instantly appeared, standing upright in the starry sky. Seven madly falling divine mountains pressed down on His shoulders, merely raising wisps of dust before they could not withstand the recoil force and shattered into pieces.

"!!!"

The ancient Taoist's breathing suddenly became rapid, his heart rate soared, and he was once again terrified, not daring to imagine that the man had any other tricks up his sleeve.

Coincidentally, the source of the plague, the Fairy Lord, the three tribes' old antiques, and Xuan Ling, who were imprisoned in the Heavenly Kingdom, all witnessed the battle situation in the outside world and lost consciousness one after another.

Is that the ultimate strength of Xuanzun? He doesn't even need to rely on innate magic weapons!
"go!"

At that moment, the ancient Taoist only had this thought. He roared in his heart, and his six clones were as fast as flowing light and merged with him in an instant. Those puppets were also all taken back.

However, the crisis of death still loomed over his whole body, making the ancient Taoist shudder.

"open!!"

In the end, he roared in pain, and the main attacking weapons, the Divine Prison Halberd and the Yin-Yang Sword of Life and Death, were taken back. Only the Black Profound Cauldron, which had the strongest defense, expanded a billion times, becoming as big as a star, and suppressed it in the middle.

"The blood of my ancestors protects me, and it is accessible to all realms. The ancient decree of the King of Man is not limited by the sky and mud. The true words are proclaimed, and I will retreat quickly."

After 70,000 years, the ancient Taoist was forced into a desperate situation again. He was in a state of confusion and had to recite this ancient human magic spell while under the protection of the Black Profound Cauldron.

That is one of the most powerful magical powers that is almost extinct in the Human King family. Looking back over the past ten thousand years, there are only less than five Supreme Dao Lords who have mastered it.

"Pong!"

Deep, flickering blood-red flames ignited on his body, and his flesh was on the verge of dissipating.

"Boom!!!"

In the fight against time, the god Zhatian outside the cauldron gathered all his strength. His huge fist was covered with layers of flames, compressed into substance and extremely hard.

"Boom!!!"

Jiang Mo pressed down with a punch, delivering his strongest blow so far, making the distance of billions of miles seem like a stone's throw away.

"Boom!!!"

"boom!!!"

Before the boundless and gigantic fist approached the Black Profound Cauldron, the terrifying fist pressure shattered the densely packed protective inscriptions, and the countless ancient Dao marks embedded on it shattered into dust in an instant.

Until the moment of collision, the Black Mystical Cauldron exploded, revealing the space of the world inside the cauldron. The ancient Taoist, who had completed the movement of half of his body, was still half a step too late, and the remaining half of his body was directly hit.

"Boom!!!"

Amid the roaring starry sky, no wailing could be heard, only a cluster of blood mist splashed, and when the dust settled, the ancient Taoist master escaped with serious injuries.

With one blow, the Black Profound Cauldron was shattered, the enemy fled, and even the ancient life star that was the source of the epidemic was turned into ashes in the aftermath of the fierce battle and scattered into the vast void.

This is the divine form summoned by the second true body, a manifestation of supreme combat power.

It is also Jiang Mo’s most powerful trump card at the moment, no doubt about it.

"Wow"

Immediately, the shadow of the god disappeared.

When Jiang Mo reappeared in the world, he looked like a bloody man, soaked from head to toe, his skin was covered with hideous cracks, and blood was gushing out like a fountain. His tendons, bones, and internal organs were under a load that others could not have anticipated.

It is not easy to display the divine form of the second true body. Even at its peak state, it cannot withstand the astonishing consumption and can only last for five or six seconds at most.

The slightly worse situation just now was simply because Jiang Mo couldn't stand the anger of the dispute, nor the other party's condescending attitude, and didn't want to give in, so he launched the strongest attack in the 2-second gap.

After the battle, Jiang Mo was panting, and endless pain and fatigue came from every inch of muscle in his body like waves.

He looked around and saw that the ruins had been cleared, forming a vacuum zone. The fragments of the Black Profound Cauldron were nowhere to be found, and it was suspected that they had been turned into nothingness and evaporated.

However, its owner, after all, was an unfathomable old monster who had already escaped and his whereabouts were unknown. (End of this chapter)