Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

Even though the clone activated the three companion spiritual treasures one after another, it was all in vain.

"You're from the royal family of the Human King, aren't you?"

Suddenly, Jiang Mo seemed to be deep in thought, and relying on his deepest intuition, he asked this question.

"!" The source of the disease's eyes widened in disbelief.

Instantly, the clone's eyes lit up, and he said with a faint smile, "Not bad, how did you figure that out?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you possessed a drop of blood with a life consciousness from Wan'e. You must have been at least at the same level as it, or even higher, to have done that. And in the Immortal Realm, the ancient weapon-refining techniques of the Human King Clan are the most amazing. It is said that any innate magical artifact that you come into contact with, unless it was born with you, will be easily plundered."

"With its blood and your skills, you can indeed counter the three great spiritual treasures and make them attack me at this moment."

As Jiang Mo meticulously explained, a buried historical truth was revealed.

"Oh...you have a good eye, junior. You guessed almost everything."

The clone taunted, its sharp gaze clashing fiercely with Jiang Mo's, and it asked the same question:

"Although you are disguised as a demon and your actions just now were too brutal, I didn't even have time to notice your abnormality, but I still managed to smell the scent of your human soul..."

"You are human, so how can you cooperate with this demon?"

"Since you know that I belong to the royal family, the purest bloodline among humans, and naturally have an overwhelming bloodline suppression over cultivators of the same race, do you still insist on opposing me?"

In the Immortal Realm, cultivators belonging to the mortal race are always somewhat suppressed when facing the royal families. This suppression gradually weakens as their cultivation level increases, but it does not disappear completely.

Even if one advances to the level of Supreme Dao Lord, it is still unavoidable.

The supreme Dao Lord, who possesses the source of the Dao Palace evolved from six ancient life stars, can defeat ordinary human Dao Lords with stronger cultivation as long as he has the bloodline of the Human King Clan.

Before it could finish speaking, the root cause of its anger, the epidemic, began to angrily name and curse:

"Ji Daoshu, you old codger, do you even have the right to talk to me like that?"

"In the past, you sacrificed countless ancient life stars to cultivate the Great Dao, and the number of humans on them was in the hundreds of millions."

Ji Daoshu was the patriarch of the Immortal Realm's Human King Clan 40,000 years ago, an unparalleled Dao Lord at the Great Perfection of the Nine Palaces and Nine Stars, and one of the main forces in the encirclement and suppression of the root plague.

Hearing the root of the plague rebuking its descendants, the clone laughed loudly, the mockery in its eyes growing even stronger, and said:

"Dao Shu? I'm not him."

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

"You! And who is this old codger again!" the Root of the Plague demanded, his face grim.

"You don't deserve to know."

The cold words echoed through the starry sky. In the next instant, the Dao Lord's body writhed, his limbs broke off, his facial features reassembled, and the structure within his body changed rapidly, evolving into new life.

In just a few seconds, the monster's body, which had been covered in wounds, was discarded, revealing the true face of the ancient powerhouse of the Human King Clan. He was a middle-aged man wearing a black jade robe, showing no signs of aging, and his blood energy was surging like the sea.

His appearance was cold and majestic, with perfect facial features, like a king who conquered all the heavens and the world. His domineering aura made the starry sky pale in comparison.

"........"

Jiang Mo's expression was slightly solemn. This old monster of unknown age actually had a second stage of life form.

After abandoning the body forged with the blood of the immortal, it not only did not weaken, but instead became much stronger, bringing him a terrifying sense of oppression.

In particular, his bloodline seemed to be overwhelming him, forcibly weakening his cultivation level. Fortunately, his second true form was formed from the essence of many demon races and was not suppressed by the bloodline of the human king.

If he recovers from his injuries and reaches the peak of his cultivation, Jiang Mo has a 60% chance of killing him, but he can't do that now; at best, he can escape unscathed.

"Young man, state your name. You deserve my attention!"

The man standing in the void looked down at us, his words carrying a terrifying Daoist power, the primordial force imprinted deep within the bloodlines of all humankind, possessing the power to suppress and subdue.

"Don't respond to him!" the Root Plague suddenly exclaimed, recalling an ancient human secret technique.

"..."

Jiang Mo raised his left hand slightly, indicating that it was alright. He stared at the man, then casually waved his hand, sending out a jet-black sword aura that instantly tore through billions of stars.

"Ah!"

The ancient Daoist of the Human King Clan sneered, wielding his halberd and striking with it, his movements as fluid as a dragon in flight.

Suddenly, the world was shrouded in a ghostly illusion of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as if dragged into a special secret realm. Countless molten rocks fell from the sky, and a rolling river of blood surged with billions of bones, colliding with the dark river of swords.

"Boom!"

A dazzling light, as brilliant as the universe itself, instantly swept across an area of ​​tens of millions of miles. The two deadly attacks were almost evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand.

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

"Should we continue fighting?"

"Given the subtle difference between us, it's impossible to determine a winner. Instead of fighting each other, let's join forces to build a great human empire, starting with this wild dog beside you."

"If you are willing, you may bring your forces and family to join my Human King Clan. You will be granted a kingship, which will benefit your descendants. They can undergo marrow cleansing and bone regeneration, and be bathed in the holy blood of the clan to promote bloodline evolution and return to their ancestral origins."

"You think I'd risk my life for you? That's incredibly naive," Jiang Mo said calmly, showing absolutely no interest.

Based on his observations, he vaguely suspected that the so-called royal family might have had an inseparable connection with the ancient human race and the gods in the ancient times, or even earlier.

Both originated from ordinary humans, and after a long period of development, they eventually became their own race, with their innate bloodline conditions being superior to those of humans in every aspect.

Jiang Mo, who was born into the human race, particularly resented the human race that was superior to humans.

"So, you're going to protect this Root Demon today?"

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the ancient Daoist, and he said with displeasure:

"If you leave now, I can forgive your sneak attack, but if you insist on protecting it, then neither of us will be able to leave unscathed."

"You can try."

Jiang Mo ignored it all; no one could threaten him, not even the ancient beings of the Human King Clan.

"Boom!"

The two disagreed and immediately began to fight. The ancient Daoist Lord activated the Divine Prison Halberd, the Black Profound Cauldron, and the Yin-Yang Life and Death Sword, and attacked Jiang Mo. There were also thirteen world-shaking puppets deployed to assist in the encirclement and suppression.

"Kid, should we turn back? The risk is too great."

The root cause of the epidemic couldn't help but be persuaded.

It was a rare rebirth, and given the current unfavorable situation, it was best to endure and leave rather than fight to the death. Besides, the opponent's strength was unknown, and it did not want to drag Jiang Mo, who was already injured, down with it.

"withdraw?"

"Why should I be afraid of him?"

Jiang Mo swept his gaze across the area, not allowing the root cause of the epidemic to linger any longer, and directly imprisoned it within the heavenly realm of the body.

"Then you die!"

The ancient Dao Lord shouted sternly. He used an ancient technique of his clan, and his figure split into seven, each containing an incomparably terrifying cultivation level, equal to that of the original body. His combat power increased sixfold in an instant.

"Boom!!!"

Thirteen puppets followed the seven avatars in a powerful attack, unleashing a barrage of killing moves that overwhelmed Jiang Mo's figure.

"boom!"

Jiang Mo unleashed his full power, his afterimage flashing as he reached the edge of the formation, shattering a demon puppet with a single sword strike, and then broke free of the encirclement.

"Want to go?"

"Leave me alone!"

The man sneered, forming a hand seal. His six clones followed suit, and suddenly, one after another, majestic ancient divine mountains appeared in the depths of the starry sky. They were countless feet high and countless miles long, and they pressed down hard.

"Boom!!!"

Jiang Mo's black hair danced wildly, his eyes were dark gold, and he released a massive amount of true qi that 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 a divine form unique to the half-step Taixu realm.

With a "hum!" sound, the three thousand worlds trembled, the stars in the heavens dimmed, and a power beyond the limit spread between heaven and earth.

Jiang Mo completely disappeared, replaced by a colossal, sky-covering divine form. Unlike the one he displayed in his original form, the divine form nurtured by his second true body was even more terrifying, like an ancient god sitting on the highest divine position in all the heavens.

His hair cascaded like a waterfall, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were like an inextinguishable molten lava sun. Billions of surging purple demonic flames swirled around his body, forming a natural battle suit that exuded an aura no weaker than that of an innate magical artifact.

The once vast galaxy now appears tiny, like a mountain stream, bowing down at Jiang Mo's feet.

The stars near the battlefield, and the seven ancient divine mountains summoned by the ancient Dao Lord, even if each one was comparable to a star, were as insignificant as dust before Jiang Mo's divine form.

"Boom!"

"Boom!!!"

Jiang Mo's divine form appeared instantly, standing straight in the starry sky. Seven wildly falling divine mountains pressed down on his shoulders, but they could not withstand the force of the shock and crumbled on their own.

"!!!"

The ancient Daoist's breathing suddenly quickened, his heart rate soared, and he was once again filled with fear, unable to imagine that the person still had other tricks up his sleeve.

Coincidentally, the Root of the Plague, the Flying Immortal Master, the ancient beings of the three races, and the Mysterious Spirit, all imprisoned in the Heavenly Kingdom, witnessed the battle outside and were all stunned.

Is that the combat power of a Xuanzun in his ultimate state? He doesn't even need to rely on innate magic weapons anymore!

"go!"

In an instant, the ancient Dao Lord had only one thought left. He roared in his heart, and his six clones, as fast as flowing light, merged with him in an instant. All the puppets were also taken back.

However, the threat of death still loomed over him, sending chills down the spine of the ancient Daoist.

"open!!"

In the end, he roared in pain, and the offensive Divine Prison Halberd and Yin-Yang Life and Death Sword were withdrawn. Only the Black Profound Cauldron, which had the strongest defense, expanded a billion times, turning into a star as huge as a star, and suppressed it in the middle.

"May the ancestral blood protect me, granting me passage through all realms; may the ancient edict of the Human King transcend all boundaries; may this true mantra command you to retreat swiftly..."

Seventy thousand years later, the ancient Dao Lord was once again forced into a desperate situation. His mind was in turmoil, and he had no choice but to take advantage of the gaps in the Black Profound Cauldron's cover to recite this ancient humanistic divine incantation.

That is one of the most powerful divine abilities that is almost extinct within the human king clan. Over the past ten thousand years, only a handful of supreme Dao Lords have mastered it.

"Pong!"

His body was engulfed in deep, flickering crimson flames, his flesh teetering on the brink of dissipation.

"Boom!!!"

In the fierce battle, the divine figure outside the cauldron gathered all its power, its massive fist covered in layers of flames, compressed into a tangible form, and became incredibly hard.

"Boom!!!"

Jiang Mo unleashed a powerful punch, delivering his strongest attack to date, bringing the distance of billions of miles to within arm's reach.

"Boom!!!"

"boom!!!"

Before that boundless, enormous fist even approached the Black Profound Cauldron, its terrifying pressure shattered the dense protective runes, and countless ancient Dao marks embedded in it instantly crumbled into dust.

The moment of impact shattered the Black Profound Cauldron, revealing the space within its interior. The ancient Daoist, who had already shifted half his body, was still a step too late, and the remaining half of his body was directly struck.

"Boom!!!"

Amidst the tremors of the roaring starry sky, no cries of agony could be heard, only a spray of blood mist. As the dust settled, the ancient Daoist Lord fled, severely wounded.

With a single blow, the Black Profound Cauldron shattered, the formidable enemy fled in disarray, and even the ancient life star that was the source of the plague turned to ashes in the aftermath of the fierce battle, scattering across the vast void.

This is the divine form summoned using the second true form, a manifestation of unparalleled combat power.

It is also Jiang Mo's most powerful trump card at present, without exception.

"Whoosh..."

Immediately, the illusory image of the deity dissipated.

When Jiang Mo reappeared in the world, he was covered in blood from head to toe, his skin cracked open with hideous gashes, and blood gushed out like a spring. His tendons, bones, and internal organs had endured a burden that no one else could have imagined.

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

The reason he was slightly behind just now was simply because Jiang Mo couldn't bear the pride of the Daoist rivalry, nor could he tolerate the opponent's arrogant attitude, and he was unwilling to back down. So, he unleashed his strongest attack in the two-second interval.

After the battle, Jiang Mo was panting heavily, and endless soreness and exhaustion surged through every muscle in his body like waves.

He looked around and saw that the ruins had been cleared away, forming a vacuum zone. The fragments belonging to the Black Profound Cauldron could not be found, and it seemed that they had been blasted into nothingness and evaporated.

Its master, however, was an unfathomable old monster who had escaped and whose whereabouts were unknown.

Chapter 603 Parting ways