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

At this moment, the refining progress of the Flying Immortal Faith Body has reached two-thirds.

"No, this power... is even stronger than last time!"

"Hurry up, don't let it solidify, keep attacking!"

The source of the disease frowned, its scalp tingling, as the imminent aura of death enveloped its entire body; it was too late to leave now.

All it could do was scream hysterically, loudly reminding Jiang Mo not to be careless and to deal with the situation with all its might.

Otherwise, if divine punishment were to descend upon this place, everyone here would die.

"Boom!!!"

Jiang Mo gathered his strength and unleashed a sword strike. The vast sword light swept across the thunderclouds in the sky, sweeping them away in an instant, and the billions of thunderclouds dissipated.

"Boom!"

"Boom!!!"

Jiang Mo unleashed a series of sword strikes, causing the tribulation clouds to disperse and regroup repeatedly, resulting in a stalemate that lasted for over ten rounds.

The further you go, the stronger the thunderclouds become. What used to be a single sword strike to destroy the Heavenly Punishment now requires several strikes, and the speed at which they gather is constantly increasing, with their power soaring exponentially.

When the tribulation cloud was destroyed for the seventh time, the evil spirit ancestor, the candle dragon, and the root plague below were all terrified and dared not move. The Heavenly Punishment that was about to be born had the absolute power to kill them.

As time went on, Jiang Mo's sword strikes became increasingly fierce, giving the tribulation clouds no chance to condense. Even he himself was terrified, walking on thin ice with extreme caution. The Heavenly Punishment, which had been destroyed sixteen times, posed a fatal threat to him, a far cry from the tribulation he had undergone when he ascended to immortality.

"Om!!"

In this critical moment where every second counts, the Faith Body controlled by the Flying Immortal Master reached a state of perfection. Its tightly closed eyes began to tremble, as if it were about to revive and complete its final awakening.

"!"

Suddenly, Jiang Mo's pupils contracted sharply, his five senses stung, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and an indescribable killing intent was approaching.

"Pfft!"

At the same moment, the Flying Immortal Master in the distance was suddenly and severely injured, coughing up blood. His eyes were wide with astonishment, his expression filled with disbelief, as if fear, anger, confusion and other emotions were mixed together.

In the final moments, he had no time to analyze what had happened. He only felt that he was losing control of his body, and his consciousness blurred instantly, as if he were being grabbed by an invisible hand and dragged into the abyss of chaos.

Seize the house!

Seize the house!

It's possession!

"escape!!!!!"

With only a sliver of consciousness remaining, the Flying Immortal Master mustered all his strength and shouted sharply, but his face immediately turned deathly pale. He could not hear the sound he was making; it was blocked!

His appearance was also changing; a new life was being conceived within him, growing at an extremely rapid and unstoppable pace, transforming in an instant, and seeking to take his place.

"...That's it!!!"

The source of the plague below looked extremely grim. Its enormous figure of faith slowly raised its giant hand, and a dazzling divine light converged, aiming directly at Jiang Mo, who was resisting on the front line of the Heavenly Punishment.

"Boom!!!"

Within a fraction of a microsecond, Jiang Mo decisively trusted his intuition.

He is one with his body and soul; his body is his soul, and his soul is his body. He would never be deceived by any illusionary supernatural power, and even the Heavenly Punishment does not possess such power.

Therefore, he immediately concluded that the problem lay with the rear.

"Boom!!!"

Jiang Mo turned around and disappeared in an instant. The Faith Body lost its locked target. Just as He was in shock, an equally enormous divine figure appeared, holding a long spear wreathed in purple flames. With a single thrust, the spear pierced through His shoulder.

"boom!"

The mysterious being that had possessed the Flying Immortal Master looked bewildered and furious.

With a speed that surpasses the flow of time, Jiang Mo struck the Flying Immortal Master's chest with a palm strike, and then activated his true technique, which flowed through all his meridians and bones in one breath, instantly disintegrating his power.

“You…” the man said angrily.

"get out."

Jiang Mohan said in a cold voice, suddenly increasing the power of his true technique. His eyes were filled with killing intent, and he wanted to see what this pretentious thing was all about.

A semi-transparent figure was shaken out of the body of the Flying Immortal Master like a cicada shedding its shell, and immediately transformed into a stream of light, merging with the faith body in the distance.

Chapter 611 A Conflict Between Generations

"Boom!"

The long-brewing Heavenly Punishment was about to fall, but for some unknown reason, it gradually dissipated, as if an inexplicable force was subtly influencing the course of history.

Jiang Mo led the Flying Immortal Master back a hundred miles. The Evil Spirit Ancestor, Zhulong, and the Root Plague also arrived immediately, all with doubts on their faces. What exactly went wrong?

"Fellow Daoist, what has happened?"

Zhulong couldn't help but ask, as it felt a pressure seeping into its soul. The Heavenly Punishment had dissipated, but the revived faith body was growing stronger and stronger, becoming uncontrollable.

"There's an ambush..."

The Flying Immortal Master, his consciousness fading, looked at the people around him and weakly said:

"The things inside weren't left by the founder... they've been defiled..."

"Cough cough..."

Before he could finish speaking, he coughed violently, his entire weak body trembled, and his face was deathly pale.

Having been possessed by a mysterious creature and severely injured in his internal organs, coupled with Jiang Mo's direct palm strike, even though he held back his strength, the two injuries combined caused the Flying Immortal Master's condition to plummet, and his health bar was almost depleted.

"That thing was luring me there from the beginning, so I suspect it had designs on me too... Is there any clue?"

Jiang Mo asked the Flying Immortal Master about the details of the refining process in the Trial Realm, and the latter recounted the process in detail.

After the awakening of faith, everything remained as usual, and the refining process continued to accelerate until it reached its final perfection. At that moment, a mysterious power revived and quickly seized his physical body. The speed was so fast that he couldn't even react. It was as if the cultivation method of the faith body was used as a medium, and it naturally turned around and refined the Flying Immortal Master.

"........"

Before the Flying Immortal Master could finish speaking and the crowd could unravel the mystery, the faith figure in the distance unleashed a terrifying power, breaking free from the restraints of Jiang Mo's divine form. The two then clashed again.

In an instant, the world darkened, and only one light remained, which was the point where two completely different forces collided, like the cores of two stars colliding violently.

"Boom!!!"

Jiang Mo, who was outside the battlefield, suddenly narrowed his eyes and abruptly manipulated the divine image to unleash seven-tenths of its power, knocking back the faith body with overwhelming force, causing it to retreat tens of thousands of meters.

"Who are you!"

Jiang Mo coldly questioned, his hands forming numerous hand seals, instantly unleashing a dense array of void formations around him. Countless chains pierced through various spatial layers, sealing off all dimensions and blocking the battlefield for tens of thousands of miles, cutting off the escape route of the faith body.

"Would you like to know my name?"

An ancient, weathered voice rang out from the sky. The fully awakened faith body, with eyes like the sun and moon, and cold, stern features, exuded an indescribable majesty.

Its appearance changed during the possession, and it was neither the appearance of the Flying Immortal Dao Lord nor the appearance of the Flying Immortal Master. It belonged to a third person of unknown origin.

A slight, disdainful smile played on his lips, and then, a sound as resounding as a world-shaking bell emanated from his mouth:

“Ying Yu”.

"Boom!"

The moment the words fell, Faith's snow-white immortal robes changed, suddenly disintegrating and then rapidly coalescing into a black Taoist robe. All the strange phenomena surrounding his body disappeared, and his towering figure returned to its normal size.

"The surname Ying?"

The root of the disease frowned slightly; it seemed to recognize the ancient surname.

Jiang Mo gazed at the unfamiliar man in the distance, his mind searching through historical records of the Daye Dynasty. Among those close to the Flying Immortal Dao Lord, there was no one named Ying Yu.

Jiang Mo was somewhat familiar with the surname Ying. It belonged to one of the ten most common surnames among the royal families, and was extremely ancient, with origins dating back as far as 120,000 years. Other surnames like Ying included Si, Ji, Mo, Yao, Yun, Yao, Jiang, Baili, and Beice...

As time went by, there were also struggles within the royal families. Each surname had its glorious moments, but none could remain prosperous forever and were eventually replaced by others.

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

However, no matter how ancient and powerful Ying Yu and his race may be, to Jiang Mo they are nothing more than past losers.

He even dared to kill Ji Laogui of the Human King Clan, so why would he be afraid of such a cowardly fellow?

Leave your things behind, and I'll let you go.

Jiang Mo withdrew his divine form, and the Folding Immortal Sword in his hand once again gleamed with a cold light, its power continuously increasing, faintly approaching its peak.

"Oh?"

"How dare you! You junior, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Ying Yu was fearless. Now that he had the Faith Body in his hands, he was in a semi-resurrected state and had the innate magic weapon inherited from his clan as his trump card. He showed no signs of compromise.

"etc....."

Just as Jiang Mo was about to make his move, the Flying Immortal Master, disregarding his own weakness, stopped him. At the same time, he looked up at the formidable enemy in the distance and calmly asked:

"Senior... I'll call you senior for now. Since you were able to hide in Guyue, you must have a close relationship with the founder. Why would you want to take over the body of a junior like me?"

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

The Flying Immortal Master's eyes were fixed on Ying Yu. He was trying his best to control his anger. No one had ever dared to take his body before. If this person had not been suspected of having a close relationship with the Ancestral Master, he would not have advised Jiang Mo to show mercy.

"Hmph..."

Upon hearing the words of the Flying Immortal Master, Ying Yu mistakenly assumed it was a gesture of appeasement and couldn't help but laugh arrogantly, saying:

"In the end, all they want is his faith in him; why bother trying to get close to him?"

"Seriously you won't say it?"

"Summer insects cannot speak of ice."

"You...you've gone too far!"

The Flying Immortal Master's eyes blazed with fury as he gritted his teeth and spoke.

The blood at the corner of his mouth grew thicker. Despite his injuries, he pushed away Jiang Mo's support and stood shakily in the void. He took a deep breath, and his angry gaze collided with the man's gaze from afar, sparking intense flames.

“I respect you because I respect our ancestor and do not want to harm those who are closely related to him. Now that you do not respect me, I do not need to be polite to you.”

"Om!!"

In an instant, countless beams of immortal light burst forth from the body of the Flying Immortal Master, filling his weakened body. A celestial mirror flew out and was held in his hand, and his previously low morale suddenly and violently recovered.

"Young friend, keep an eye on this place for me, and don't let him escape."

"it is good."

Jiang Mo readily agreed to the Flying Immortal Master's request. The duel between the two was related to the inheritance of the Flying Immortal Sect, and he could not interfere. Perhaps the Flying Immortal Master did not want him to interfere either.

"With me here, you can just fight to your heart's content. Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you."

Jiang Mo gradually understood the reason for the previous Heavenly Punishment. It was not that the Faith Body was not allowed to be born, but that the will of Heaven in the Immortal Realm did not allow the beings of Tianyuan to seize such a treasure.

If it were a native creature like Ying Yu that refined it, there would be no problem at all.

"Wow!"

In an instant, Jiang Mo transformed into his second true form, wielding the Immortal-Breaking Sword and with the Ancient Lotus of Destruction hanging above his head. He stood guard at the edge of the battlefield, surrounding Ying Yu along with numerous overlapping void formations.

"You're saying I'm after the faith in the patriarch?"

"Not to mention that I am the orthodox Master of the sect and should be qualified to inherit this opportunity, even if you don't give it to me, so what?"

"Can you stop me?!"

The Flying Immortal Master roared with a powerful and resounding voice. His golden hair flew wildly, and his eyes were sharp, making him look like a raging god-king. The true qi within his body burst forth endlessly, seemingly without end. It was as if some divine power of the Immortal Mirror had been triggered, briefly pushing him to his peak.

"Since you regard that faith as a precious treasure, holding it tightly in your hands, then hold on tight, for I will soon crush you!"

"Insanity!"

Ying Yu, his face ashen from being repeatedly reprimanded by his juniors, sneered:

“I am his personal disciple, more qualified than you to inherit his legacy. I sought his help in my time of need, but he refused. I had to wait for two thousand years, enduring countless hardships, before I finally forged this body of faith. How dare you look down on me?”

"No, I'm killing you," the Flying Immortal Master corrected.

"You have to have the ability to do that."

Ying Yu sneered several times, then summoned a pitch-black bell and activated it fiercely. The ancient and weathered bell tide surged like ocean waves, constantly shattering space and causing all things to wither, all aimed directly at the Flying Immortal Master.