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

Jiang Mo suddenly exerted force, and the immense pressure, like a towering mountain falling, instantly turned the demon into a bloody mist.

A harsh rustling sound came from the pit. Patches of dark green moss separated from the rotting flesh and blood, clinging to the ground and slowly moving back into the secret passage.

Even though Lu Jin was well prepared, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

In his perception, the mutated demon's strength had skyrocketed, rivaling even the ability to burn through one's lifespan.

"Uncle-Master, this moss is strangely eerie!"

Jiang Mo ignored it, staring at the deep, dark passage. The sinister aura emanating from there made him frown slightly.

"Jin'er, relax your mind and body. I'll take you inside. Don't circulate your Qi."

"Okay... Uncle-Master." Lu Jin nodded, remembering the instructions.

Then, Jiang Mo activated his true energy, placing one hand on Lu Jin's shoulder. His Qi flowed along the meridians, passing through the internal organs and limbs.

"Wow——!"

Lu Jin's pupils dilated suddenly as he realized he had entered an extremely profound state, his body incredibly light, surrounded by blue and white Qi, his entire body transformed by Qi.

"Uncle-Master, is this the Triple Level?!"

"Above the second level, below the third level."

As Jiang Mo answered, he conjured armor from his Qi. The vast white Qi condensed wildly, transforming into two suits of armor, which attached themselves to him and Lu Jin respectively.

"After you have undergone arduous training, you will be able to personally set foot there in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two suits of armor were fully formed.

The terrifying divine power was like a giant wave sweeping across the world, or like the blazing sun. The dim cave could barely withstand this overwhelming force, and countless rock walls began to crack.

The statues carved high up had cracks that spread wildly and then fell downwards.

"go!"

"I'd like to see if that old hag is inside."

Jiang Mo strode forward and entered the dark passage. The moss covering the ground looked like a sea of ​​burning insects, making a crisp sizzling sound. There were charred corpses turning to dust. He hurriedly retreated, not daring to get close.

Lu Jin followed closely behind, his mind reeling as he gazed at the armor that was attached to his body. He had never imagined that the Reverse Life Triple Realm could manifest externally like the protective golden light of Longhu Mountain.

The passage was narrow and long, stretching for nearly a thousand steps, and the two continued to sink.

The dark corners along the way were illuminated by the white light. The lurking poisonous insects and bats flapped their wings and cried out in terror. They were either burned to death or flew to higher places in the cave to escape the scorching waves of Qi.

The white bones were stark, hundreds of mutilated corpses lay scattered on the stone steps, with insect eggs gestating among them, trembling slightly, emanating the rhythm of life, as if they were about to hatch at any moment.

This scene horrified Lu Jin; the hellish scene reminded him of the Yuan family's cellar, they were practically identical.

"hiss!!!"

"Boo!!!"

Jiang Mo ventured deep into the tiger's den, and wherever he went, all the insect eggs were reduced to ashes.

After about fifteen minutes, the two reached the bottom, where a blood-stained altar stood in the center of the vast, abyss-like cave.

"Uncle-Master!!" Lu Jin called out softly.

"Follow me."

Facing the altar with its broken steps, Jiang Mo walked towards it. With each step he took, a vast stream of Qi flowed down, forming a blazing silver avenue that led directly to the altar.

The intricate script of ancient southern Xinjiang tribes is imprinted on every corner of the altar.

Twelve stone pillars linked together by iron chains surround the area;

The image of the sun and moon rising into the sky and a long snake transforming into a feather is engraved in the center of the altar. Gray powder remains on it. Jiang Mo bent down to examine it and smelled a familiar yet strange scent.

"Uncle-Master...did Granny Liu use this altar to disappear?"

Lu Jin felt uneasy. Judging from the wooden plaque in the cave, the old witch may have already made a plan when Yuan Jingui first died.

"Ah."

Jiang Mo picked up a wisp of dust, examined it carefully, and said:

"The secret techniques of the Southern Frontier... I wonder what the underlying principles are."

"But the old witch did indeed disappear here. The remaining traces are so faint that they are untraceable. She was very cautious."

Lu Jin bit her lip, thought for a moment, and offered her suggestion:

"Since the clues have stalled here, should we go to the Jianghu Inn and ask?"

"There's a lot of intelligence there, covering the whole country. Maybe we can find out where Wugensheng and the old poisonous woman are."

"it is good..."

Jiang Mo stood up and looked up at the vast cave. It would be a huge undertaking to excavate it by manpower alone.

"Step back, I'll destroy the altar to prevent her from using secret techniques to return."

Upon hearing the order, Lu Jin consciously stepped back and ran to the opposite stone steps to wait.

Jiang Mo stood in the void, his gaze lowered as he looked at the massive altar. He gently raised his hand and instantly suppressed it.

"boom!!!"

A fierce wind howled, and a vast flow of Qi transformed into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky.

He moved at will, unleashing the power to shatter mountains, striking the altar and shattering its sturdy base.

......

Deep in the mountains, a deserted temple.

"Boom!!!"

A golden streak of light tore through the sky, pierced the clouds, and arrived in an instant before the temple.

The newcomer was old, bald with white eyebrows, a sinister face, narrow eyes, and a thick white beard.

He walked with a stagger, his back was bad and slightly bent, his right shoulder was high, but his left shoulder looked like it was crippled.

A golden talisman, engraved with cinnabar, was grasped by his withered left hand and hung naturally from his sleeve.

The old man, supporting himself on the worn threshold, entered the temple.

The disheveled man leaning against the ruins waved to him, his smile gentle: "Master, it's been a long time!"

"Sect Leader...what are your orders for summoning this old man?"

The old man responded with a faint smile, his sinister gaze sweeping across the corner of the deserted temple, where he immediately saw Li Muxuan trembling with unease, as if possessed by a demon.

"The Three Ones attacked fiercely, killing over a hundred of their disciples..."

At this point, his tone softened, as if he were weighing something, but then he gave up.

"If you two wish to leave the Central Plains and seek refuge as soon as possible, I can assist you."

Wugensheng shook his head with a wry smile, dusted himself off, and said with a laugh, "Going to that deserted island and being confined for the rest of your life, how embarrassing would that be?"

"So you mean..." The old man narrowed his eyes, looking quite interested.

"Take me around and find someone from Shangqing and Longhushan to deliver a message."

Wugensheng turned his head, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and teased Li Muxuan, "This mountain is remote, do you want to come with us for some fresh air?"

"No...no...Sect Leader...I don't want to go out."

Li Muxuan refused in a trembling voice. He almost curled up into a ball, not daring to look up, his inner demons growing stronger.

Seeing this, the old man frowned slightly, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes, and said sarcastically, "Tsk, it seems that the talents Old Wang has cultivated are not so great after all."

"Back then, he boasted to me about it to the heavens, saying he was going to establish a new school of thought, which made me quite depressed for a while."

"Hey! Venerable Master, please stop talking. Let's go, let's go."

Fearing that the mischievous child would cause further trouble, Wugensheng quickly smiled apologetically, changed the subject, and urged the old man to set off.

Chapter 39 First meeting

dusk.

Longhu Mountain.

As the afterglow of the setting sun spilled into the courtyard of the palace, Zhang Jingqing sat on the steps, her demeanor dignified, yet unable to conceal her sorrow.

"Master, is there no way even you can do it?"

"It is said that Wudang, Shangqing, and Qingzhuyuan wanted to help, but were all politely declined."

"Sigh... Master Zuo is such a good person."

Five disciples, sitting cross-legged a few meters away, were engaged in lively discussion.

Zhang Jingqing held a slip of paper tightly in her hand, which was clearly the provocative letter that Yuan Jingui had sent earlier.

To this day, none of the disciples know the extent to which the blood feud between the Sanyi Sect and the Quanxing Sect has become uncontrollable.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jingqing slowly breathed a sigh of relief, calming his displeasure. He looked at his disciples and asked, "What are your thoughts on this matter? Feel free to share them with your teacher so I can take a look."

Rather than soliciting opinions, it was more like a test, using this incident to roughly infer the disciples' abilities and attitudes in dealing with people and affairs.

"If we're talking about helping, the Sanyi Sect and our Longhu Mountain have always been on good terms. If we turn a blind eye to such a devastating disaster, that would be absolutely unacceptable."

Zhang Zhiwei was the first to speak. He was dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, his hair tied up, and his features were full of life. His usual casual and flamboyant demeanor seemed somewhat hesitant as he asked, "Issue a question?"

"The difficulty is that I don't know whether Trinity's friends want to go to war with Quanxing or kill the culprit."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Tian Jinzhong, who was sitting upright to the side, raised his voice and added, "Then it must be a full-scale war."

"The leader of Quanxing Sect led a wicked child into the mountains, causing the death of the Left Sect Master; this is the root of their sin."

"I also asked the fellow Daoists from the Sanyi Sect who came down the mountain, and they said that the Quanxing Sect launched a night attack on the Sanyi Sect, resulting in heavy casualties."

"Moreover, both of you seniors have been seriously injured by those demons and your fate is unknown."

"This absurd thing clearly shows that Trinity wants revenge and justice. Otherwise, who could swallow this insult?"

Several fellow disciples looked at Tian Jinzhong and expressed their agreement with his statement.

Only one Taoist priest, with large ears and a short stature, looked doubtful and pondered, "Fair...?"

"Without knowing the truth, how easy is it to uphold justice? Moreover, even though Master personally came to our door, willing to do his best to help, he was politely refused by the people of the Sanyi Sect."

“If we intervene directly, it will create some distance between people.”

“…”

Tian Jinzhong fell silent, his brows furrowed. He couldn't understand why, after such a great upheaval, the Sanyi Sect was unwilling to accept the help of Longhu Mountain.

"alright..."

"Yan Yi, Heng Yu, Jin Zhong, the three of you go and find out some news from the outside world for your master."

"Be diligent and keep an eye on the children's movements."

"Yes! Master."

The disciples whose names were called rose, bowed, and left.

As the setting sun gradually sank below the horizon, Zhang Jingqing simply opened her palm, and a golden light carried the letter towards Zhang Zhiwei.

"See, this is the seriousness of the current situation."

After reading it once, the provocative and flamboyant words seemed to buzz like flies in his ears, and Zhang Zhiwei's face gradually turned cold. He handed the letter to his junior brother Zhang Huaiyi.

"Master, we're not the only ones who received it, are we?"

"Yes, the whole martial arts world knows that the person who wrote the letter truly wants to stir up a bloody storm."

Zhang Jingqing had a headache. Yuan Jingui's actions were tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. Even if he was a Celestial Master and the leader of the righteous path, it was impossible for him to quell the impact of this matter.

"The situation is so clear, why don't you just help the San Yi Sect and that's it?"

Zhang Zhiwei rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms. He rested his chin on his hand, and a brilliant idea flashed into his mind as he came up with a solution.

"Considering the feelings of our friends at Sany, if we don't directly intervene, then it would be reasonable for us to go over for a cup of tea, visit Master Zuo, and offer incense, wouldn't it?"

"Man proposes, God disposes. Since the war between the Trinity and the All-Sex Society is inevitable."

"But our visit can at least help defend against the demons attacking the mountain."