Under One Person, Reviving the Trinity Sect

Feixian County, the northernmost part of the empire, is particularly vast, with more than a thousand magnificent ancient cities standing in different areas.

Each of them has hundreds of millions of people and is huge in scale. In Tianyuan, it is comparable to a country. However, in the Immortal Realm, it is just one of the many capitals under the jurisdiction of the empire.

Feixian County has always been an important county that was heavily guarded by Emperor Wu of the Imperial Dynasty in order to find the legendary Feixian faith.

From west to east, from south to north, most of the imperial patrol warriors can be seen in Feixian County. They roam every inch of land day and night, responsible for the order of each place. The capable ones monitor the area of ​​ten thousand miles, and the less capable ones guard the area of ​​one thousand miles.

In this way, a large number of warriors affiliated with the imperial dynasty were used as chess pieces and accurately inserted into every gap in Feixian County, always guarding against the king, ministers, or spies from forces outside the imperial dynasty who might steal the treasures in the territory.

Late at night, the bright moon is in the sky, illuminating the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Feixian Ancient Road City is the only core of a county and state, where the Taoist Feixian sat during his lifetime. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn or winter, and as time goes by, the city is always brightly lit and prosperous.

Inside the city, Jiang Mo and his group, who had sneaked into the city avoiding the sight of patrolling warriors, walked openly on a straight avenue. Their appearance had changed, and they were no longer their true appearances. They had transformed into a young master who was traveling with a housekeeper and several servants.

Looking around, there are buildings that are thousands of feet high standing all around, magnificent and majestic. The road under your feet is paved with flowing clouds and clear blue jade, stretching vastly and majestically to all parts of the city.

"Tap tap tap!!"

"Boom!!!"

"Roar!!!"

Jiang Mo walked slowly along the road. He admired the ancient city with great interest and noticed that many warriors and monks who were traveling were riding some monsters with unique bloodlines or high-level magical weapons, galloping back and forth, looking quite happy.

"How do you feel?"

Jiang Mo turned his head and asked the Feixian Yuzhu beside him.

"good."

The Feixian Master, who had transformed into the appearance of a butler, had a look of nostalgia on his face.

He stopped where he was and looked towards the prosperous city center in front of him. He saw a towering stone statue standing there, nearly ten thousand feet high. Its appearance was extremely similar to the founder of the sect, as if they were carved from the same mold, and there was a faint sense of vitality in it, as if it was a magical weapon that could revive itself.

The Feixian Master quietly admired the heroic figure of the ancestor without saying a word, and time passed slowly.

Zhulong, the ancestor of evil spirits and the source of the plague, looked around and discovered that there were some cultivators with unusual whereabouts lurking in many places in the city, including seven or eight peerless Taoist monarchs and rulers of the eight palaces.

The intricacies and every scene in the city seemed to be clearly seen by them.

However, they didn't seem to notice anything unusual about Jiang Mo and his group. They just glanced at them quickly and then disappeared somewhere else, not wasting any time on them at all.

After watching the stone statue for a long time, Feixian Yuzhu slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the prosperous capital in front of him. He had something in mind and subconsciously asked Jiang Mo:
"Will these people be involved in the future?"

The people he was talking about were undoubtedly the common people in the city, most of whom were low-level warriors or ordinary people.

"It's hard to say. If there is any involvement, it won't change the way to solve the problem. If there is no involvement, that would be the best. However, these things are not something you and I can decide."

This is the true answer Jiang Mo gave after careful consideration.

The Feixian Yuzhu practices the way of incense and gathers the beliefs of the human race. He may prefer the human race. Even if he is not a citizen of Tianyuan, when he sees that the imperial race, who are very similar, may be implicated in future wars, he will inevitably feel a little reluctant in his heart.

On the other hand, Jiang Mo has no good feelings towards the people from outside the domain, no matter whether they are strong or weak, old or young. To him, these people from outside the domain are almost the same as the people from the starry sky, the ancient people, or the Tianyuan demons that were at war with him.

It is not worthy of pity, nor is it worthy of hatred. If it happens to be in the way, just pull it out like a weed by the roadside.

After all, the struggle with the Empire is a fight to the death. Jiang Mo cannot stop just because of these foreigners he has never met before. If he does, the ones who will suffer are him and the Tianyuan people behind him.

If the battlefield were to take place here in the future, or if the powerful men of the Imperial Dynasty fled here and struggled, Jiang Mo would not stop. He would destroy everything until the enemy was killed. As for the life and death of the people of the Imperial Dynasty, that was not something he should consider.

"Is that so? If there is a chance, you might as well give me a favor. This applies to one city, hundreds of cities, thousands of cities, and even the entire empire."

"I wonder if you are willing, my friend?"

Feixian Yuzhu asked politely. He had several reasons for making such a request:

1. If Jiang Mo massacres the city and destroys the country, the backlash of karma will trigger the heavenly punishment from the fairyland, which will put him in danger and cause no benefit but only harm.

2. He didn't want to see the civilians being slaughtered in a sea of ​​blood, he couldn't bear it.

3. He wanted to preach and spread the belief in flying immortals, and he needed a large number of believers.

Feixian Yuzhu did not hide anything and told Jiang Mo the three reasons directly, and the reply he got was: "Okay."

"I am only responsible for taking action. As for the right to choose the battlefield, it is in the hands of the Martial Emperor, the Imperial Master, the King and the like of the Imperial Dynasty. If they want to bury these ordinary people with them, I will not give in even a single step."

"Okay, your promise is enough. I'll take whatever you have and I won't force you."

The Feixian Master was very satisfied with this and showed a warm smile.

"Is what you are looking for here?" Jiang Mo talked about business.

"No, it's farther north."

The Fairy Master shook his head slightly and said:
"I just heard that this ancient city was built by our ancestors with countless efforts to protect the people. After more than 4,000 years, I, a descendant, came to see the prosperous scene just to pay tribute to the ancestors."

"Come on, it's time to leave."

"Ok?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feixian Yuzhu frowned slightly, and the time around him seemed to freeze, everything was still, the void collapsed, and the prosperous scene just now was instantly replaced by the dark mysterious space, and several strange figures slowly walked towards him in the distance.

Zhulong, the ancestor of evil spirits, the root of the plague, Jiang Mo noticed the demon master in front and the peerless Taoist master of the Undead Ruins.

Obviously, the other party was a powerful man stationed here, responsible for monitoring the abnormalities in Feixian County. He discovered their traces not long ago and quietly set up a killing formation to trap Jiang Mo and others.

"You're not going to let us go?"

Jiang Mo asked with a smile, he vaguely remembered the aura of those people during the battle in Youyu Mountains, and couldn't help but admire their courage.

Among them, the one-eyed, bald old man with skin as green as rock is an elder from the Taichu Lianri Phoenix clan.

The two old men accompanying it were Han Shuangai, a supreme elder of the Void Sword Sect, and Yue Pingfeng, a supreme elder of the Undead Ruins.

They all have white hair and youthful looks, wearing precious leather clothes, with all kinds of rare magical instruments hanging densely on their bodies, and they are about to be activated. Their expressions are extremely serious, and they dare not relax at all, for fear of losing their heads.

If they were not sent by their own forces, no matter how brave they were, they would not dare to intercept the Demon Lord.

Following Jiang Mo's provocative question, the atmosphere became tense. The transformed Lord of the Eight Palaces stared at Jiang Mo and his accomplices and said:
"You can leave if you want, but you need to wait for a while."

It is waiting for the strongest person in the tribe to arrive.

"Is it."

Jiang Mo chuckled, and the cultivation in his body was released in an instant. The terrifying pressure was like a raging wave that instantly tore the strange space under his feet into pieces.

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The formation was broken, and the old man Qingyan, the leader of the three, had blood oozing from his mouth, his face turned pale, and his eyes were full of shock. With just one collision, it could see that the Demon Lord's injuries were almost healed, and he was even more powerful than when he was in the Youyu battlefield, far beyond its ability to stop.

"Since you insist on leaving, please feel free to do as you please. It is our fault for being rude and intrusive."

The old man took a half step back and looked at Jiang Mo cautiously. His body began to become transparent. He was in the stage of casting some kind of magic and was worried that Jiang Mo would forcibly keep him.

"You two look very familiar, too."

Jiang Mo was not in a hurry to leave, but looked at the Supreme Elders of the Void Sword Sect and the Undead Ruins. Suddenly, he had an idea and asked:
"At the beginning, the forces you belonged to made an agreement with me to help me ascend to the fairyland and fight against the monsters together. Why did you deceive me?"

These words, which were full of accusation and judgment, made the faces of the three of them freeze, and there was a flash of panic in their faces.

"Fellow."

"Pfft!!!"

The Void Sword Sect's Grand Elder was about to open his mouth to defend himself, but the next second, his old head was ripped off by Jiang Mo who appeared in an instant. Blood splattered everywhere, and his soul left his body. He was so terrified that he wanted to escape without caring about anything else, but was captured by Jiang Mo.

"I didn't let you go."

Jiang Mo held the gloomy head and smiled faintly. In his other hand, he held a translucent soul.

With a "buzz!" sound, Jiang Mo exerted force with his five fingers and shattered it.

“Gurgle!!!”

The Supreme Elder of the Void Sword Sect seemed to have turned into ashes, but he was soon reborn on the spot again, his back wet with cold sweat, his limbs were so stiff that he dared not move, and his breathing was rapid and disordered.

The eight Taoist palaces behind him originally contained the marks of eight ancient life stars, one of which was shattered in the first confrontation.

Jiang Mo was not surprised at all. A Taoist who had stepped into the peerless realm was not so easy to kill.

Even if he could easily destroy the opponent's body and soul, he could not stop the opponent's rebirth. He had to destroy him again and again until his life force was gone.

This crushing scene made Old Man Qingyan and the Supreme Elder of the Undead Ruins shudder and suddenly lose their voices.

"And you two, you are so brave to drag me into the battle without permission."

Jiang Mo glanced at the two of them, and the sense of oppression was instantly revealed, and the air seemed to solidify into an iron plate.

"Fellow Daoist, please forgive me, please forgive me!!"

The old man Qingyan apologized hurriedly, and it smelled a faint murderous intent, so it decisively raised its hand as a blade, cutting off its left arm like tofu, with blood gushing out as a punishment.

Faced with such a powerful enemy as the Demon Lord, it had no thought of resisting at all. It only wanted to delay the situation as long as possible, survive, and wait for support from the tribe to arrive.

"Fellow Daoist, that's fine, that's fine, nice to meet you."

"It's just a small token of my respect, I hope you will accept it."

The supreme elder of the Undead Ruins was well versed in the ways of the world. He immediately took out a magical weapon of extraordinary value and handed it to Jiang Mo with both hands.

However, Jiang Mo did not accept it and left the old man standing there awkwardly.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Jiang Mo treated them equally and once again attacked with his palm, which contained the ultimate secret of the Great Void Technique. In one blow, he actually caused the bodies of the two men to explode into bloody mist, and even their souls were annihilated.

The power that should have destroyed the world did not leak out at all, and did not even damage the jade bricks under their feet. It was just enough to blow the two people up.

"!"

"This is incredible!"

The onlooker saw some clues and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Senior, how do you see this? Please enlighten me." The evil spirit ancestor suddenly had an idea and immediately asked for advice humbly.

"Hehe, ordinary attacks will hit the body first. If the force is too strong, it will shatter the space as well."

"But if he takes action, he will shatter every inch of space where the body is located. No, he will penetrate the space first and then annihilate the body. This way, it will not affect other real spaces, thus achieving a pleasing killing effect."

The root cause of the epidemic was explained in great detail, with profound experience and extremely accurate analysis.

"Grrrrrrrr!"

In the blink of an eye, the blood mist dissipated, and two figures were reborn in the original place. The ancient life stars in the fate palaces and Taoist palaces in various places were reduced one by one.

"You are lucky this time, so I will spare your lives."

Jiang Mo sensed that several powerful auras were approaching, so he left this sentence and chose to retreat.

With a "whoosh", the space twisted and formed a vortex that led to an unknown place. Jiang Mo turned around and left calmly with a few people.

As soon as they left, the two leaders of the Void Sword Sect, the Supreme Dao Lord of the Undying Ruins, and the Nine Palaces Lord of the Taichu Refining Sun Phoenix arrived at the scene.

Looking at the bloodstains all over the ground and the solidified time and space around them, several ultimate creatures had complicated expressions. They knew that Jiang Mo and the descendants of the Feixian Sect had come to take the Feixian Sect's faith body, which was very troublesome.

"Sect Master, the Demon Lord's injury seems to have healed!!"

The supreme elder of the Void Sword Sect was still frightened and told the whole story in detail. He felt pressured when he heard Ye You and the previous leader of the Void Sword Sect.

It seems like a simple matter, but it is full of doubts. Now that the Demon Lord has recovered his power, why did he just leave when he saw them coming, instead of killing them all?
Even if he hasn't recovered yet, it would be easy for him to kill the Lord of the Eight Palaces and the Peerless Taoist Lord in seconds.

This is something that even a normal Supreme Dao Lord cannot do. It is true that there is a gap between the two ranks, but it is not the case that they can be killed instantly. At least they can withstand dozens of moves, or nearly a hundred moves.

For a moment, the master of Taichu Lianri Huang and the two masters of Void Sword Sect were undecided about whether to pursue the Demon Lord. However, the number of allies who came to support was too small, so they dared not act and could only give up.

At the same time, in the extreme north of Feixian County, on a desolate and bitterly cold plain, a dark blue moon hung at the end of the horizon and where the sky met, emitting bursts of chilliness and radiating over the vast land.

What seemed like a natural miracle was actually a remnant of magical powers.

"call out!"

"call out!"

Suddenly, several rays of light fell from the sky. The moment they landed on the ground, a rich golden glow of faith bloomed on Feixian Yuzhu's body. The whole person seemed to be in tune with some kind of power from the same origin, and directly entered a state of burning. His energy and spirit were greatly improved, and his cultivation level gradually increased.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the cold moon in the distance, half of which had sunk into the vast earth. It was the setting moonlight that was so familiar to the sect.

"We're here, everyone."

Feixian Yuzhu said softly, with a tone full of rare tension. (End of this chapter)