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

"Hmph! You choose the path to hell when there's a way to heaven."

The wealthy, fat man had a sinister look on his face and said viciously, "Since you're here, let's use your blood to give our voyage a good start."

Jiang Mo's gaze swept across the entire area, revealing a total of 19 demons, especially the old man in Tang suit whose killing intent was boiling, and the other three elders, whose strength even exceeded the scale of the Great King Mountain stronghold.

The remaining elites should not be underestimated either; they are either close to the level of a grandmaster or have reached a state of perfection in their respective fields of skill and technique.

The old man in red robes had a sharp glint in his eyes. His martial arts senses, honed over sixty years, were making his skin tingle and his heart rate soar.

"Sir, it's always good to leave room for maneuver; it's beneficial for both of us..."

"You may have your methods, but that doesn't necessarily mean you can stop us here; if we were to fight to the death, you must know how severe the consequences would be."

The two sides were locked in a standoff, the atmosphere tense, and a fight could break out at any moment.

Dense wisps of Qi rose from the bodies of those demons, some entwined with malevolent spirits, others chilling to the bone;

Even the weapons they wielded were bizarre and varied. There was an old scroll from which strange beasts, stained with ink, came to life; there were bells that swayed with a ghostly light, captivating the mind; and there was a bronze cauldron from which deep green flames burned fiercely.

The early arrival of his enemy not only disrupted his plans but also made Han Suxiao change his mind; he would never let this person go.

Dark frost spread visibly from his feet, freezing the entire courtyard in an instant, as if winter had returned. Even the demons on his own side felt a chill run down their spines in the face of that brutal killing intent.

Several veteran elites, after many years, witnessed the terror of this sect leader once again, and the fear that had been sealed deep in their memories was revived.

Unlike Wugensheng, who was a puppet who was supported.

The old man before them was a butcher and a tyrant. The elders or disciples who had opposed him in the past had all been suppressed to the point that they had no place to stand and no ability to resist.

"Did the talks break down?"

The old man in white sighed, feeling a little regretful.

Seeing his old friend's demonic expression, as if he wanted to devour the Trinity Sect members alive, he knew he couldn't leave today.

Immediately afterwards, the old man in white raised his right hand and swept it across his face in a very short time, imprinting a special dye on it, transforming it into a lifelike mask.

The golden patterns spread out, the old man's aura suddenly surged, a spiritual eye appeared between his brows, he was dressed in Qi-forged divine armor, his face was majestic, he held a three-pointed double-edged sword, his power overshadowed the sun and moon, and he looked down on the entire scene.

"Godhood mask?"

Jiang Mo wasn't surprised; he recognized this method and had heard of it when he was traveling the martial arts world.

In ancient times, tribal sacrifices were often guided by priests who communicated with the gods.

They perform songs and dances to please the gods, believe in the tribal spiritual totem, and, witnessed by their people, earnestly request the gods to descend upon them, appropriating the power of their faith to attain unparalleled glory.

To use one's own life to evolve and cultivate to the extreme, and even to the point of having the possibility of overthrowing the gods, is indeed a rare and extraordinary method.

"boom!!!"

In the next instant, several enormous and ferocious black shadows emerged from the short old man's body, exuding an aura of evil and depravity that enveloped the surroundings.

Jiang ignored them without fear, instead shielding Lu Jin behind him and stepping forward, single-handedly blocking the nineteen demons.

His eyes, as deep and still as a still pool, remained calm. He laughed arrogantly and unrestrainedly, "Very well, very well, the Three Demons Slay Corpses..."

"Everyone must give it your all so that I can kill to my heart's content."

The blazing silver Qi was dazzling and intense. Jiang Mo perfectly entered the reverse life state built by the profound technique. The Qi flow resonated with his flesh and blood, and his icy skin and Dao bones became terrifyingly powerful.

"Hmph, you alone dare to spout such nonsense!"

Han Suxiao sneered, and under his free control, the dark frost suddenly transformed into dozens of sharp ice spikes that shot towards Jiang Mo.

"Wow——!"

The blazing energy surged and formed a barrier, easily blocking the black ice that touched it, causing it to crumble, a kind of fateful suppression.

"Uncle-Master...are you confident?" Lu Jin asked with slight worry.

"It will win."

Jiang Mo smiled warmly yet arrogantly, and calmly instructed, "You hold the talisman. If any demons come to your aid, just kill them. Leave these trivial matters to me."

"Okay, be careful."

As his martial uncle's aura grew ever more imposing, even Lu Jin, who also cultivated the Reverse Life Technique, felt a slight discomfort. The raging waves of energy, like a sea of ​​fire, kept him at bay.

Jiang Mo walked through the barrier, the ground covered in black ice melting away. He surveyed the group of demons with a strong will to survive, as well as Han Suxiao, who was filled with utter hatred, and chuckled softly:

"Come on, prove to me that you deserve to live."

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful surge of energy swept across the entire area, creating a prison-like barrier that instantly expanded, sealing off the entire courtyard.

"Buzz!"

Crimson gold Dao traces emerged deep within his pupils. Jiang Mo activated his Reverse Rebirth Triple Technique and the Three Ones True Method to their limits, facing his enemy in his strongest form.

"Kill—!" Han Suxiao gave the order, and the demons unleashed their combined attacks, a torrential downpour of killing blows.

"Come, I will send you all to the Yellow Springs!"

Jiang Mo charged straight into the crowd without dodging, his momentum like thunder.

"Boom!" His punches were incredibly fast, as swift as lightning.

The first to be hit, the man with the witch-like markings, had his broad, bear-like chest suddenly pierced through, his internal organs bursting open. His body, which was as strong as steel, was crumpled up like a piece of white paper.

"die--!"

A female demon with a fierce expression had her right hand glowing with an eerie light, seemingly using some kind of immobilization spell. At this moment, she was anxiously on edge, and if she touched Jiang Mo's body, she would control everything.

"boom!"

Jiang Mo didn't even have the desire to turn around. He slapped her across the face and immediately grabbed her face. His true magic roared, and the fire energy in the five elements suddenly burst forth, reflecting the earth energy and instantly entering the woman's body.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Pfft!!!"

At the same moment the shrill roar rang out, the delicate head was blasted apart by lava, the flesh charred black, and the headless corpse slowly fell to the ground.

“Gurgle gurgle!!!”

The three corpses, controlled by the short old man, were enormous. One of them was a ferocious beast resembling a taotie, with the body of a sheep and the face of a human, tiger teeth and human claws. It opened its huge, dark abyss-like maw and devoured everything below.

"boom!!!"

This was a cruel and brutal slaughter, devoid of any sentimentality, and several demons were swallowed up together.

The short old man ignored them. To him, those disciples were nothing more than tools for inducing and controlling others, their lives as insignificant as dust.

Anyone touched by the Corpse Demon will have their three original sins—greed, anger, and ignorance—manifest out of control, like maggots clinging to bones, and it is impossible to eliminate them in a short time.

The more powerful and the deeper the desires of an alien, the more terrifying the corpse demons they breed become, even capable of devouring their own bodies and degenerating into something neither human nor ghost.

However, another dramatic change occurred. The ferocious Taotie was torn in two from the inside by a pair of shimmering white hands, and black mist rolled in and continued to condense.

Jiang Mo stood there unharmed, and no matter how much the corpse demon interfered or influenced him, it was impossible for the heavenly thunder and earthly fire to draw out his three corpses.

As for the few demons on the side, they were already entangled by their respective three corpses, suffering unbearable pain. They knelt on the ground, tightly attached to the twisted, sticky black shadows, unable to move, their consciousness numb.

"Pfft——!"

As Jiang Mo stepped out of the Taotie Corpse Demon's body, he raised his hand to gather Qi, and three sharp spikes suddenly shot out, reaping their lives.

Chapter 71 The Butcher of Quanxing (Please Subscribe!!)

The skull was as brittle as an eggshell, pierced through by sharp spikes, blood and brain matter splattered, and after the spiritual light dissipated, the corpse demon vanished.

In just a few rounds, five members of the Quanxing sect perished. The aura of death made every demon present feel terrified and numb.

Seeing that his methods had failed, the short old man frowned and urged, "If we don't act now, when will we?"

"Shut up, all of you!"

The melodious and pleasant opera singing carried a hint of anger. The white-robed old man, dressed in divine armor and embodying Erlang Shen, had azure eyes. His left hand formed a hand seal, while his right hand gripped a three-pointed double-edged sword. He leaped into the air, and his sharp Qi swept in all directions like the edge of a blade.

As his faith grew ever stronger, the instant the spell was completed, a dense horde of hounding beasts surged forth in a frenzied attack.

"Suppress—the demon!"

The old man in white wielded his three-pointed, double-edged sword, pouring all his strength into it. His spiritual eye locked onto Jiang Mo, discerning his movements and trajectory, before he slashed downwards with a fierce strike.

"Boom!!!"

The blade gleamed with golden light, stretching for several meters. Even the gusts of wind emanating from its edges tore through the air, demonstrating terrifying destructive power.

"You charlatan, do you even deserve to become a god?"

Jiang Mo gave a light shout, and blue and white Qi surged around his body, suddenly condensing into a huge battle axe, nearly ten feet long.

He dragged the enemy forward, his strength crushing mountains and rivers; his resolute spirit was like that of Erlang Shen, the legendary hero who split the mountain to save his mother.

The axe's powerful aura was immense and unstoppable, blasting away hundreds and thousands of ferocious dog shadows.

"boom!"

"Qiang!"

The battle axe and the three-pointed double-edged sword collided violently, remaining locked in a stalemate for less than half a second.

The white-robed elder's pupils constricted, his hands went numb, and he was unable to suppress the unexpected force of the recoil. He was instantly overturned and crashed into the artificial hill in the pond like a cannonball, leaving him disheveled. Even the divine armor protecting his entire body showed cracks.

At the same time, Jiang Mo was besieged by other elites, including a heretical cultivator who had defected from Yemaoshan. His hands were covered in mysterious Qi patterns as he tried to get close and leave a mark so that he could use the Transformation Nail to rip his intestines out.

"boom--!"

Jiang Mo frowned slightly, then suddenly unleashed a burst of power, hurling his battle axe with terrifying speed. The evil cultivator had no chance to dodge and was smashed into a mangled pulp.

"Get out of the way, I'll refine him!"

Just then, another demon, who had been gathering power for a long time, roared angrily. The bronze cauldron under his control was filled with deep green flames, containing the toxins refined by the Corpse Path.

Everyone stepped back, and the man pointed the cauldron at Jiang Mo, unleashing a torrent of ancient corpse-refining flames that seemed to come alive as he charged toward Jiang Mo.

"Wow——!"

A blazing white wave of energy rose into the air, collided with the flames, and annihilated them.

"call out!"

In the blink of an eye, Han Suxiao made his move, his afterimage vanished, and when he reappeared, he was already close to Jiang Mo. The dark ice mist froze the surrounding air with his breath.

"boom!"

A scarlet glint appeared in his aged eyes, and the power unleashed from his withered body was no less than that of the old man who had reached the Nascent Soul stage. With a single palm strike, the force burst forth, aiming straight for Jiang Mo's chest.

"boom!"

Jiang Mo used a cloud-lifting hand technique to block Han Suxiao's fierce killing moves one after another, and innocently muttered, "Why do you hate me so much?"

"Han Ming died a quick and painless death, smashed into a pulp without any further torment. Shouldn't you, as his father, be relieved?"

"I will kill you."

Despite being provoked by harsh words, Han Suxiao remained composed, even as his heart bled. Instead, he became even more cautious and astute.

The two fought for nearly ten rounds, a dangerous battle like a meat grinder, which terrified the demon and kept him at bay.

However, the two sides were completely different in terms of their vitality. One was old and frail, while the other was in his prime. After a brief clash, Han Suxiao's hands were covered in blood and had multiple fractures. He used frost to stop the bleeding and was panting heavily.

"boom--!"

After a series of deadly moves, Han Suxiao gradually showed signs of weakness and revealed an opening. Jiang Mo grabbed his wrist, pressed forward, and followed up with a whip kick.

Despite the icy barrier, the blow struck the old man squarely in the chest. Unable to deflect the force, the emaciated man was thrown back and crashed into the courtyard wall, coughing up blood. His internal organs trembled, and his veins twitched.

Thus, of the four demons who stood at the pinnacle of Quanxing, all except the red-robed elder had been defeated in their battles against Jiang Mo and were unable to gain the upper hand.

"call out!"

Just as the group of demons trembled with fear, Jiang Mo's afterimage swept across the battlefield and suddenly magnified in the pupils of the man who released the ancient flames of corpse refining.

Before he could react, long, slender fingers gripped his throat, snapping it with a crisp snap. The demon's head drooped, lifeless.

"Junior, don't be so arrogant!"

The shrill opera singing rang out again. The old man in white had completed a new performance at some point. His mask was replaced, his divine armor was removed, and Erlang Shen transformed into Hou Yi, the archer who shot down the suns.

A longbow engulfed in flames, nocked with a sharp, narrow bone arrow, was drawn to its limit, its edge fully revealed.

"call out--!"

The old man in white released his grip, and the arrow shot out, piercing through the void with the speed of a streak of light.