Under One Person, Reviving the Trinity Sect

"Boom!"

The long-brewing heavenly punishment was about to fall, but for unknown reasons, it was gradually dissipating. There was an indescribable and unexplainable force that was influencing the course of history.

Jiang Mo led the Feixian Master to retreat a hundred miles. The Evil Spirit Ancestor, Zhulong, and the Root of the Plague also came to gather at the first opportunity, all with doubts on their faces. What link went wrong?

"Daoyou, what happened?"

Zhulong couldn't help but ask. At this moment, it felt a pressure seeping into its soul. The heavenly punishment dissipated, but the revived body of faith became stronger and stronger and out of control.

"There is an ambush"

The Feixian Master was drowsy, looking at the people around him, and said with a weak breath:

"The things in there were not left by the ancestors. They have been contaminated."

"Cough cough."

Before he could finish his words, he started coughing violently. His whole weak body was shaking and his face was pale.

He was possessed by a mysterious creature, which severely damaged his internal organs. Then, Jiang Mo hit him head-on with a palm. Even if he held back, the two injuries combined together and caused Feixian Yuzhu's condition to plummet. His health bar was almost emptied.

"That thing was tempting me at first. I guess it has some intentions towards me. Any clues?"

Jiang Mo asked Feixian Yuzhu about the details of the refining in the trial secret realm, and the latter repeated the process in detail.

After awakening Xinfaxi's body, everything returned to normal, and the refining continued to accelerate until it was finally completed. A mysterious force then revived and quickly took over his body. It was so fast that he couldn't even react. It was as if it was using Xinfaxi's body's cultivation method as a medium, and naturally refined the Feixian Yuzhu in turn.

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When the Flying Fairy Master finished speaking, and the crowd had not yet cleared the fog, the body of faith in the distance burst out with terrible power and broke free from the restraints of Jiang Mo's divine image. The two attacked again and fought hard.

In an instant, the sky and the earth went dark. There was only one light left in this world, which was the collision of two completely different forces, as if the cores of two stars were colliding violently.

"Boom!!!"

Jiang Mo, who was outside the battlefield, suddenly focused his eyes, and suddenly controlled the divine image to exert 70% of its strength, and repelled the body of faith with a thunderous force, retreating tens of thousands of meters.

"Who are you!"

Jiang Mo rebuked coldly as he formed many seals with his hands. In an instant, a dense array of void formations unfolded around him. Countless chains penetrated through various spatial layers, blocking all dimensions and making the battlefield tens of thousands of miles in radius impassable, cutting off the escape route of the believer.

"Would you like to know my name?"

A vicissitudes of life, ancient voice sounded from high in the sky, a fully awakened body of faith, eyes like the sun and the moon hanging, cold features, revealing an indescribable majesty.

His appearance changed when he took over another body. It was no longer the appearance of Feixian Daojun, nor the appearance of Feixian Yuzhu. Instead, it belonged to a third person of unknown origin.

The corners of his lips slightly raised in a scornful smile, and then, a voice like a world-shaking bell came out of his mouth:

"Ying Yu."

"Boom!"

The moment the words fell, the snow-white immortal robe on Xinfadi's body changed, suddenly disintegrated, and then quickly gathered into a dark black Taoist robe. All the strange phenomena surrounding his body disappeared, and his upright body also returned to its normal size.

"Last name Ying?"

The Root Blight frowned slightly, as if it recognized this ancient surname.

Jiang Mo looked at the strange man in the distance, and his mind kept searching through historical records about the Daye Dynasty. Among the people who were close to Feixian Taoist, there was no such person as Ying Yu.

Jiang Mo knew something about the surname Ying. It was one of the ten great surnames in the human king family. It was extremely ancient, and its origin could even be traced back to 120,000 years ago. Other surnames like this include Si, Ji, Mo, Yao, Yun, Yao, Jiang, Baili, and Beice.
As time went by, there were struggles within the royal family. Each surname had its glorious moments, but none of them could remain prosperous forever and were subsequently replaced by others.

The ten major tribes either annexed each other or the losers fled far away and left the tribe. In the end, only one tribe became king, and that was the Ji tribe.

However, Ying Yu and the race behind him, no matter how ancient and powerful their origins were, were nothing more than past losers to Jiang Mo.

He even dared to kill Ji Laogui from the Human King family, so how could he be afraid of such a coward?
"Leave your things here, and I'll let you go."

Jiang Mo retracted his divine appearance, and the cold light of the Zhexian Sword in his hand appeared again. Its power continued to increase, and it was approaching its peak.

"Oh?"

"How shameless! You are just a junior. Do you think I am afraid of you?"

Ying Yu was fearless. Now that he had the body of faith in his hands, he was in a semi-resurrection stage. He also had the innate magic weapon inherited from his clan as a trump card. He showed no signs of compromise.

"etc."

Just as Jiang Mo was about to make a move, Feixian Yuzhu stopped him despite his own weakness. At the same time, he looked up at the enemy in the distance and asked calmly:

"This senior, I will call you a senior for now. Since you can hide in Gu Yue, you must be close to the ancestor. Why do you want to take away the body of a junior like me?"

"Considering that you and I are both under the protection of our ancestor, and can be considered followers of the same lineage, please give me an explanation. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

The eyes of Feixian Yuzhu were fixed on Ying Yu. He was trying his best to restrain his anger. No one had ever dared to take his body. If this person was not suspected to have a close relationship with the ancestor, he would certainly not have dissuaded Jiang Mo from showing mercy.

"Hmm."

Hearing Feixian Yuzhu's words, Ying Yu mistakenly thought that it was a gesture of seeking peace, and couldn't help but laugh arrogantly, saying:
"After all, you just want his faith, so why bother trying to get close to him?"

"Seriously you won't say it?"

"Summer insects cannot speak of ice."

"You're going too far!"

Feixian Yuzhu's eyes were blazing with anger, and he spoke through gritted teeth.

The bloodstains at the corners of his mouth became thicker and thicker. He endured the injury and gently pushed away Jiang Mo's support. He stepped tremblingly into the void and took a deep breath. His angry gaze collided with the man's gaze in the air, creating violent sparks.

"I respect you because I respect my ancestor and don't want to hurt someone who is closely related to him. Now that you don't respect me, I don't need to be polite to you."

"Om!!"

In an instant, countless immortal lights bloomed from the body of the Flying Immortal Master, filling his weak body. An immortal mirror flew out and was held in his hand. His momentum, which had been at a low point, suddenly recovered violently.

"My friend, help me keep an eye on this world and don't let him escape."

"it is good."

Jiang Mo decisively agreed to the request of the Feixian Master. The duel between the two was related to the inheritance of the Feixian Sect. It was difficult for him to intervene. Perhaps the Feixian Master did not want him to intervene.

"I'm here, just fight with all your might. Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you."

Jiang Mo gradually figured out the reason why the heavenly punishment came before. It was not because the believer was not allowed to be born, but because the will of the fairyland did not allow the creatures of the sky to snatch such a treasure.

If it was a local creature like Ying Yu who refined it, there would be no problem at all.

"Wow!"

In an instant, Jiang Mo transformed into the form of his second true body, holding the Immortal-Breaking Sword in his hand and the Ancient Lotus of Destruction hanging over his head. He stationed at the edge of the battlefield and besieged Ying Yu together with many overlapping void magic arrays.

"You said I coveted the ancestor's body of faith?"

"Not to mention that I am the orthodox master of the church, I should be qualified to inherit this opportunity. Even if you don't give it to me, what can I do?"

"Can you stop me?"

The Immortal Master shouted in a sonorous voice, his golden hair flying and his eyes sharp, like an angry god king, the true energy in his body burst out continuously, and there was no end in sight. It seemed that some magical powers of the Immortal Mirror were triggered, which briefly pushed him to his peak.

"Since you regard your faith as a treasure and hold it in your hands, hold on tight and see how I defeat you today!"

"Insanity!"

Ying Yu, who was repeatedly scolded by his juniors, looked frosty and sneered:
"I am his direct disciple, more qualified than you to inherit. I sought his help back then, but he refused. I could only wait for two thousand years and endure countless hardships before I finally refined this body of faith. Do you think you are worthy of looking down on me?"

"No, I'm going to kill you." Feixian Yuzhu corrected. "That requires the ability to do that."

Ying Yu sneered a few times, then summoned a huge bell as black as ink and urged it to start. The ancient and vicissitudes of life bell tide kept washing over like waves, breaking the space, withering all things, and pointing directly at the Feixian Yuzhu.

"Boom!!"

The Immortal Mirror burst out with an equally terrifying light, colliding with it.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

The battlefield was filled with afterimages. Two figures clashed in an instant, colliding with extreme speed and strength. Punches hit flesh, and the dull sound echoed through heaven and earth, as if there were gods beating drums in the sky to help in the battle.

"boom!"

A brilliant light bloomed in the void, where two figures were fighting each other with fists. Every move was powerful and they were fighting to the death. A terrible strong wind swept through the vast void, and the white storm caused the desolate earth to be devastated.

After a stalemate of tens of thousands of moves, Ying Yu was defeated and was blown far away, falling to the earth like a meteorite.

On the other hand, the Feixian Master was covered in blood, his eyes were primitive and wild, and he was extremely murderous and aggressive. His chest was heaving violently, and he seemed to have consumed a lot of energy. The true Qi exhaled from his mouth and nose was like dancing silver dragons.

There were cracks on his arms, and most of the arm bones were broken. The finger bones on both hands were even worse and almost turned into powder.

Taoist Feixian's body of faith is extremely strong. If Ying Yu was not unable to fully control it, he probably would not have been able to gain the upper hand in the fight.

"Come, tell me your last words."

The Feixian Master looked down at the figure who was standing up. At the same time, the golden lotus seal cast by incense behind him was slowly turning, entering the prelude of some kind of spell casting.

"joke."

Ying Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling the nearly perfect body. His injuries were healing at a rapid speed. He put his hands together, formed seals quickly, and performed one forbidden technique of the Feixian Sect after another.

"Boom!"

Feixian Yuzhu used the Falling Moonlight and the Sun and Moon Divine Furnace to compete with Ying Yu, and the two were almost at the same level.

"Boom!!!"

Over the next few days and nights, all kinds of magical lights filled the entire battlefield without a moment's pause. Strange visions continued, causing the sky to darken and the earth to gloom.

Gradually, under the pressure of Feixian Yuzhu, Ying Yu became more and more adept at controlling the power of his faith body, increasing his combat power from 70% to nearly 90%, directly reversing the situation and defeating Feixian Yuzhu.

"Boom!"

Several more hours passed, and Feixian Yuzhu was covered in wounds and blood, on the verge of defeat, while Ying Yu's aura was almost intact, and he always stood at the top. His arrogance became stronger and stronger, and he even joked:

"If I remember correctly, you are the disciple of the Taoist tradition of your hometown that he mentioned?"

"Haha, I am his disciple who was carefully cultivated. My skills and understanding of magical powers are better than yours. How can you beat me?"

"ignorance!"

"boom!!!"

Another round ended, and Feixian Yuzhu was knocked back thousands of meters. His pupils suddenly shrank, and his injuries became more serious. He endured the discomfort in his throat and swallowed the blood rushing to the tip of his tongue back into his stomach.

At this moment, a cold voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

"With my sword."

Jiang Mo offered to help.

"call out--!"

In an instant, a dark red light flashed across the void, and the Feixian Master instinctively raised his hand and grabbed the innate magic weapon that Jiang Mo handed over.

At this point, the combat power of both sides in this battle was almost equal.

Ying Yu + clan bell + body of faith VS Feixian Yuzhu + Xianjian + Zhexian sword.

"Thanks."

The Immortal Master held the sword in his hand and spoke in a hoarse voice. His combat power, which should have been declining, soared again and broke through the previous limit.

"Humph, if you are still resisting, then let me, your ancestor, send you off."

Ying Yu attacked and fought with Feixian Yuzhu at close range. A protective Xuanwu magic circle appeared on his body, and he wanted to kill Feixian Yuzhu on the top of his head with one palm.

"Pfft!"

However, a terrifying flash of blood passed by, which was completely different from what was expected. The Feixian Master broke the Xuanwu formation with one sword and cut off the wrist. Golden blood splattered and countless faiths dissipated.

Intense pain entered his mind, and Ying Yu couldn't believe it. That sword actually broke through the master's body defense and the Xuanwu formation? !

In an instant, his expression became panic-stricken, and for the first time, he felt a chill in his heart, smelling a hint of death.

"call out--!"

When the next sword came towards him, Ying Yu dodged it with a lingering fear, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

The power of that sword was even more exaggerated than he had expected!
and many more!

Suddenly, Ying Yu discovered something unusual and his face froze. His severed wrist grew back, but his life force and blood strength dropped dramatically and could never recover to its previous peak.

"What did you do to me? A seal?" Ying Yu questioned, his face livid.

"A dying person does not need to know."

The Feixian Yuzhu continued to attack, and with the help of the Zhexian Sword, he forced Ying Yu into desperate situations several times.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

In the intensive attack, Ying Yu was unable to dodge and was hit by the Zhexian Sword once or twice. Most of his flesh suddenly exploded, and his blood was lost, making his face gloomy with fear.

Even the Black Bell, which was also an innate magic weapon, could not resist the sharpness of the sword. It was chopped and made metallic vibrations, leaving shallow cracks one after another. Although it did not break, it was shocking to Ying Yu just by looking at it.

This went on for several days. Ying Yu struggled like a trapped beast, was stabbed repeatedly, and had no will to fight anymore. When he tried to escape, he failed.

On the contrary, this move made Jiang Mo, who had been watching from the sidelines, unhappy. He directly reduced the range of the void magic circle and compressed the battlefield to a radius of 100 meters.

In such a desperate situation, there would be no possibility of escape. The Feixian Yuzhu had a cold expression on his face, raised his sword and killed, golden blood splattered, and Ying Yu was doomed to fail.

A quarter of an hour later, the battle came to an end. Ying Yu had his four limbs cut off and lay crippled on the ground. His forehead was pierced by the Zhexian Sword, and the sword was deeply embedded in the ground, so he could no longer move.

The black clock is dim, and the ruins lie on the side.

"call"

The Feixian Master was panting tiredly, his eyes were numb and his face was indifferent. He slowly grasped the hilt of the sword, ready to deliver the final blow.

"Wait. I."

Ying Yu seemed to have some last words, speaking intermittently.

"boom!"

The Feixian Master had no intention of listening. He turned the hilt of the sword, and the sword energy whizzed out, devouring the mutilated body.

The next moment, Ying Yu's body and soul were annihilated, and his life was forever dead. (End of this chapter)