Under One Person, Reviving the Trinity Sect

The battlefield was bloody, but the spectators were silent.

Both sides died in this battle. When the storm of sword energy dissipated, there was no longer the old man with the heroic laughter, nor the spirited Taoist Cang Yan. There was only broken flesh and sticky blood all over the ground, and bones that turned to dust, painting the center of the duel arena a tragic scarlet.

"Wow!"

Jiang Mo stared at the duel arena, and gently twisted his left hand. Countless spilled blood and energy were gathered between his fingers again, forming a bright blood bead containing rich blood energy. As he carefully refined it and removed impurities, the energy of the blood bead became more and more refined.

After a moment, the bead was formed.

Jiang Mo casually handed it to Yao Wang who was standing beside him.

"Obey it, you will inherit a lot of that senior's power."

"This is."

"Thank you, little friend!"

Yao Wang took the blood bead with great joy, and was surprised to find that it was full of the blood energy of the ancient barbarian bull, without any blood energy of the ancient human race. With the former's blood energy exhausted, it was impossible to condense such an amazing blood bead.

The only possibility is that Jiang Mo, through his own means, transformed all of the opponent's blood and energy into the same blood and energy as the ancient barbarian bull.

"Gulu!"

Yao Wang, without any hesitation, held the blood bead with both hands and flicked it into his mouth, swallowing it into his throat and abdomen. Immediately, the magical powers in his body began to work, frantically refining the amazing blood energy.

Seeing what Jiang Mo and Taotie did, the twenty-two Dao Lords, ninety-four divine generals, and the Divine Emperor Yingyue of the ancient human race all looked unhappy, as if they were on the verge of endurance and were about to explode.

"Do you want to continue?"

The Ancient Sword Grass asked.

This is an old man with a kind face, even a little hunchbacked, with a gentle gaze without any sharpness, and a weather-beaten face as rough as marble washed by time.

At this time, it silently looked at the situation in the enemy camp. It is no exaggeration to say that in view of Cang Yan's death, the next Taoist monarchs who will appear will not be careless anymore. As long as they are cautious enough, their own masters will be dragged down and cannot be killed in a short time.

Unless, the person who comes on stage is yourself.

At the same time, the Moonlight God Queen also hesitated. She lowered her eyes and fixed her sight on the demon-refining pot in Taotie's hand. She smiled faintly:
"Do you want to continue playing?"

"Okay."

"In the next round, let's use the weapon in its hand as the stakes. How about that? If our people win, please return the remaining soul of Senior Xuanxi to us. If you lose, it's naturally because you are not capable enough, so you can do whatever you want."

"I have no objection." Taigu Jiancao said calmly.

"Neither do we." The other four masters agreed.

The remaining Yaowang was a little undecided. The Demon Refining Pot did not belong to him, so he looked at Jiang Mo for advice:

"How are you, little friend?"

"can."

"It's not a bad idea to use this little remnant soul to add some excitement to this fight."

Jiang Mo nodded and signaled everyone to continue.

"Who's coming to the next show?"

"I."

A divine general slowly walked out of the camp of the gods. He was an old man, with an aura as vast as the ocean, yet as restrained and loose as a river or a stream.

He was wearing a suit of scarlet-gold battle armor, and his weapon was a majestic divine sword with a thick and sharp blade. He exuded an aura of being invincible in all battles.

Divine General Zhao Ling is one of the strongest divine generals of the Yingyue clan. He is at the Dao Lord level and specializes in the way of the sword. He is a natural enemy of the Taigu Jiancao who specializes in the way of the sword.

"And I."

Immediately afterwards, another Taoist master from the ancient human race stood up. His name was Tianshu Taoist Master. He was surrounded by scrolls, military books, paper and pens, and the gray ink that was still flowing. He had a handsome face and a gentle tone. He stepped into the duel arena with a calm demeanor.

Compared to Cang Yan in the last battle, this guy is much stronger!
"Oh?"

"Hehe, let me fight with you youngsters."

On the Overlord camp's side, the one responsible for fighting was the Ancient Sword Grass. Several other Overlords wanted to help, but were stopped by it, with the reason being that based on their current state, they could not defeat the Taoist Lords and Divine Generals on the opposite side, and would only be a burden if they went.

"call out!"

The afterimage of the Ancient Sword Grass disappeared in an instant, and it came to the duel field, looking at the two opponents kindly and gently, and then asked towards the Protoss camp in the distance:
"Anything else?"

"You two alone can't shake me."

Even though a life-and-death battle was imminent, the old man was still chatting and laughing.

"Since the senior has spoken, then I will come and fight."

Just as he finished speaking, two more divine generals fell into the duel arena like meteors. These were the best among the divine generals, and were not much different from the more than twenty Dao Lords. It could even be said that there was no difference.

"One more."

Taigu Jiancao stretched out a finger to signal.

"Senior, you are so arrogant. I will do it!"

A Taoist master from the God Clan was displeased with the old man's nonchalant attitude and took decisive action. He was agile, holding two blades, and his movements left no trace. He seemed to be good at assassination.

So far, there are a total of five Daojun-level fighters from the ancient human and god races participating in the battle.

Tai Gu Jian Cao let out a breath, raised his head slightly, faced everyone, and said, "Come on."

"Om!!"

The phantoms of twelve ancient immortal swords slowly unfolded behind the old man. Each of the immortal swords was stained with the blood of the Taoist master of the gods, and was filled with terrifying murderous aura.

"Boom!!!"

The war was about to break out. The three generals charged head-on to fight. The Taoist Lord of Heavenly Book cast spells and continuously set up formations to imprison the old man. The last Taoist Lord was responsible for waiting for an opportunity, hiding in the darkness of nothingness, constantly changing positions, trying to find a chance to deliver a fatal blow.

"kill!"

The three generals are all in a state of awakening their bloodline power. They have three heads and six arms, and they are showing their peak strength and dare not be careless.

After all, more than 20,000 years ago, the old man in front of him had a title that resounded throughout the world—the Ancient Sword Emperor. He had even cut off the arm of the God-Emperor of that era and was extremely terrifying.

If it weren't for the fact that its strength is only one tenth of what it is now, the three divine generals and two Taoist monarchs would never dare to fight it.

"Boom!"

The old man Jiancao, holding a slender spiritual sword transformed from his own sword energy, fought fiercely with three divine generals. The scene was complicated and changed in an instant. His moves were smooth and he easily broke many killing moves. The three of them rushed up and couldn't even get close to him.

This is because each of the three divine generals is much weaker than it in terms of individual strength, which leads to it being able to break the siege by easily grabbing a corner. If the strength of the three is equal to its own, and they are truly besieged, it will be impossible for it to break through.

"Wow!"

A young divine general hastily blocked the old man's oncoming sword, but he didn't expect that it was just an illusion and the real killing move was yet to come.

"Pfft!"

The straight-piercing sword energy suddenly burst out into millions of astonishing sword energies, and the power increased countless times. In an instant, the young divine general was killed and covered with wounds. His whole body became like a sieve, and his body and soul were both seriously injured. He almost died tragically.

"call out!"

At this moment, a strange figure suddenly approached the old man, and two intertwined blood blades swept towards his abdomen, which was the easiest place to attack, with a higher hit rate than the throat. "Bang!"

The old man Jiancao looked calm, as if he had expected it. The afterimage disappeared and he continued to fight with several people. After a while, one after another embarrassed figures were knocked away, some had their arms chopped off, and some were almost cut diagonally.

Even Tianshu Daojun, who was hiding in the back and choosing to hold the line, had a pale face. Several sword energies from the air were lodged in his body and could not be removed no matter what. They constantly damaged the tendons of his hands and feet, as well as his important organs, causing his spellcasting to be forcibly interrupted time and time again, and he lost most of his combat power.

"It's time to finish."

The Ancient Sword Grass said without joy or sadness that its true realm was extremely terrifying, far superior to other ancient ferocious beasts that were also masters, and even faintly approaching the limit of transcendence.

"Boom!!!"

The next moment, the space in the duel arena became chaotic. One flying sword after another appeared from the rippling void. There were an astonishing number of tens of millions of them, covering every corner.

The face of the Divine Emperor Yingyue in the distance changed drastically. He realized what was going on and was about to speak out to interrupt, but he was a step too late.

Jiang Mo also showed a look of surprise. The ability of this old guy was terrifying. Almost in an instant, a strong aura of death appeared on the bodies of the five Dao Lords in the field, which was a sign of impending death.

"Sword Pond, start!"

As the numbers of the ancient sword grass were spit out, there was a clanging sound, and tens of millions of flying swords, like a tide of beasts fighting, shuttled back and forth and slashed in the duel arena. Gradually, everyone's vision was obscured by a white, blurry storm.

"clang!"

“Ding ding ding!!!”

The sword energy echoed for dozens of breaths, drowning out the sound of flesh being torn. Only the flying light blood mist, interwoven into the sword energy storm, told the true situation.

As time passed, the light-colored blood mist continued to expand and become thicker.

When the sound of the sword subsided, the storm suddenly stopped, and everything came to an end, the old man Jiancao was pale, hunched over, and coughing constantly. This racial magical power almost cost him his life.

Time is like a knife.

Hit its vital points with every strike of the sword and undermine the source of its power.

Time is like a mountain.

It is out of reach. Even if one spends his entire life trying, he still cannot reach the end. Instead, it is like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

"Tick tock."

“Tick-tock.”

Drops of silvery white blood dripped from the corners of the old man's mouth. It was extremely difficult for him to breathe. His limbs felt stiff and he was close to death.

"call"

"call"

Taigu Jiancao almost fell to the ground, his body oozing with cold sweat, and he was weaker than ever before.

Around it were pools of thick blood and the broken remains of various weapons. Three divine generals and two Taoist monarchs all died!

"call out!!!"

A furious divine light shot out from the God Clan's camp. A murderous general tried to force his way into the camp and kill the old man Jiancao in one fell swoop at this critical moment.

"Ok?"

Jiang Mo was displeased and frowned slightly. He glanced over and saw the figure suddenly exploded. The soul didn't have time to escape before it merged with the blood and condensed into a new blood bead. He pulled it into his hand through the air and gave it to Yue Min.

"Don't break the rules."

"Now that it's over, don't blame me for being cruel if you do it again."

Jiang Mo's voice echoed in the void. Upon hearing this, the old man in the field smiled so hard that all the wrinkles on his face relaxed.
"it is good"

"good"

"God help me!"

"Boom!!!"

It opened its mouth and sucked, and the blood scattered around it turned into streams of pure blood, continuously flowing into its mouth, gradually filling its dry body.

After 20,000 years of suffering, a hearty rainstorm finally arrived. The aura of the ancient sword grass surged unprecedentedly, one, two, three, ten, sixteen times.
When the remaining blood and energy of the five Dao Lords were all devoured by it, the changes in its aura gradually stopped. It changed from its previous weak and old appearance, and recovered one third of its full strength. Compared with the Divine Emperor Yingyue, it was not weaker at all.

When the old man who had closed his eyes opened them again, the starry sky was silent, and an emperor from ancient times had revived.

"call"

The ancient sword grass adjusted its own breath, and there was a fleeting murderous intent in its eyes. It wanted to sweep away all the gods and ancient humans here, but it couldn't do it.

He was afraid of the mysterious existence in the body of Emperor Yingyue, and was also worried that Jiang Mo would intervene. In the end, he had no choice but to give up.

"Thank you, my friend."

The ancient sword grass slowly turned around and bowed to Jiang Mo. Could it be that if he had protected it before, any Taoist master or divine general could really kill it?

"You're welcome. That's the rule. If you want to thank someone, thank yourself."

Jiang Mo smiled faintly and didn't take it to heart. This ancient creature displayed extraordinary combat power. Even Jiang Mo was tempted and wanted to pull it to the fairyland to rule the world for himself.

"Let's stop here. Do you want to continue?"

Afterwards, Old Man Jiancao asked for the opinions of Emperor Yingyue and the other Taoist Lords and Godly Generals. They all looked subtle and were unwilling to fight any further.

At the same time, the other overlords were also intimidated by the look of the Ancient Sword Grass and gave up the idea of ​​continuing the fight.

This hasty struggle came to an end. Jiang Mo waved his hand and the duel arena turned into nothingness. The two sides continued their confrontation.

Ten days later, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the distant edge of the universe. A huge black sun dominated the starry sky. It appeared majestically, crossed hundreds of light years in an instant, and descended on the ancient starry road.

Also appearing was a man wearing an emperor's robe, walking across the starry sky as if it were flat ground. His aura was surging, and his every move seemed like that of the master of heaven and earth. He took a step and also reached his destination.

His facial features were firm and masculine, his eyes were sharp, and filled with supreme majesty. He was undoubtedly the king of the ancient human race!

When he first arrived at the Twenty-Eight Ancient Roads in the Starry Sky, he glanced at the Divine Emperor Yingyue, then glanced at Jiang Mo and the others, his expression solemn and intimidating.

"Boom!"

At this time, the black sun dissipated, and a figure walked out of it. The Emperor Hengri came.

He was relatively young and well-built, with totems of real dragons wrapped around his arms, and his whole body exuded an extremely hot aura. The originally gloomy and gloomy ancient starry road changed because of his arrival, and instantly became as hot as the desert.

At this point, the two God Emperors of the ancient human and god races, and the Yuqian human king, met again after hundreds of years.

However, this time there were some uninvited guests.

"You summoned us here?"

Emperor Heng Ri looked at Jiang Mo with an unfriendly look and asked directly, "What do you want to do?"

The King of Yu Qian remained silent, his eyes burning. Jiang Mo gave him an indescribable sense of threat, an ominous feeling that no other enemy had ever given him since his birth.

"A warning to you and the Mother Goddess behind you."

Jiang Mo spoke bluntly and ordered in a matter-of-fact tone:

"From now on, you will not be able to set foot in Tianyuan for the entire history. It is best to stop having any thoughts that you shouldn't have today." (End of this chapter)