Chapter 393 Another Peak, a Dialogue Spanning Years

Even Zhuge Yu, Chang Qing and Jiang Mo, with fluttering white hair, were obviously in a state of reverse rebirth, and their blood was like a furnace.

Those vast swarms of ghosts also turned a blind eye. They had no intelligence at all and were dominated by surging and twisted hatred. When they saw living things appear, they swarmed towards them like moths, wanting to tear them into pieces.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

The chilly wind whistled, accompanied by shrill and desolate wails, coming from the depths of the ruins. The vengeful souls and evil spirits in the sky suddenly fell into a bloodthirsty and brutal state, grinding their fangs and roaring with their heads raised, looking ferocious and terrifying, with purple veins emerging from their pale faces.

"Back off."

Jiang Mo whispered a warning, signaling Chang Qing and Zhuge Yu to keep their distance from him.

"Wow!"

His true Qi was seen to transform rapidly, from a blazing silver-white color to a pitch-black, sticky evil Qi.

His eyes were cold and his face was pale, bloodless. His entire person had undergone a drastic change from the inside out. The aura of just one person was enough to instantly shock more than two thousand resentful souls from rioting, leaving them at a loss.

However, this is only a relatively basic application of the true method, and cannot be considered the essence. It is equivalent to transforming all the multiple coexisting true Qi in the body into one, filling the limbs and bones, and being contaminated with extremely heavy Yin Sha Qi, close to the Qi of those ghosts, to avoid their siege.

The effect was immediate. The previously restless group of souls had not yet left the ruins, but their sights locked on the target fell on Changqing and Zhuge Yu one after another.

"Wow!"

"Wow!!"

With the master's standard answer in front of them, the two of them hurriedly copied it and began to transform the true Qi in their bodies, leaning towards the cathode side.

As disciples who have cultivated to the third level of reverse life, they can easily control the changes of the five elements and the yin and yang qi. However, their efficiency in exercising their energy is far lower than Jiang Mo's, and it takes a certain amount of time.

"Walk with me."

Jiang Mo stepped forward, activating the Tianheng Gu at the same time. His heart was pounding, infusing a large amount of essence and blood, turning on the repulsive force field to its strongest level, covering an area of ​​half a meter in radius, covering all blind spots in three dimensions, like a colorless barrier, expanding outward to the extreme, forcibly shaking away all ghosts that attempted to approach.

"These ghosts are incredible."

Zhuge Yu and Chang Qing followed Jiang Mo obediently into the ruins with him, stepping carefully, keeping their eyes and ears open, their nerves tense to the extreme.

Roughly counting, there are more than two thousand vengeful spirits seen along the way.

Through observing the residual strength of the souls, Zhuge Yu came to the conclusion that those ancient disciples who died in the battle were all at the second level of reverse rebirth, or even at the third level, which was particularly outstanding.

When our sect’s ancestral temple was at its most glorious, how profound was its foundation? Was it the third level of the hundredth rank, or the second level of the thousandth rank?

Just as he was daydreaming, his ears vibrated.

"Roar!!"

There were more than a dozen of the most terrifying ghosts, with bloodshot eyes flashing with almost annihilated spirituality.

They seemed to have noticed something was wrong with Jiang Mo and the other two, and they rushed over with a roar, but were restrained by an invisible force field. No matter how much they roared and bared their fangs and claws, they could not cross the line and hurt anyone.

A pale, skinny hand, shaped like a hook, reached straight for the eyes. The closer it got, the more terrifying the repulsive force became. In the end, all five fingers shattered into pieces.

Zhuge Yu, who witnessed this scene, was immediately shocked and exclaimed:

"Xuanxuan Fate Level 2?!"

He couldn't believe that the vengeful spirit that attacked him was so old, with sparse hair and a bald head, and his face was so disfigured that it was unrecognizable, but its soul was stronger than his, even comparable to that of his senior brother Cheng Zhen.

What surprised him the most was that this was the remaining power after thousands of years of corrosion. If it was in his lifetime, it would definitely be more than this.

"Unlike other confused and resentful spirits, they still have a tiny bit of intelligence left. Are they attacking us based on instinct? I'm afraid they are the elders of the ancestral temple."

Chang Qing's face was as heavy as a dull piece of iron. In his estimation, these seniors were most likely Xuanming level 3-5 warriors.

Even so, they still lost to the secluded sect from Taiqing Palace.

It is conceivable that for a long time to come, they will not be able to avoid their fate and will face the same or possibly even more serious crisis, risking their lives and fighting against their old enemies from outside the world once again.

"Relax."

"Coming."

Jiang Mo calmed the two people's worries. He looked towards the end of the horizon and what came into his sight was a scarlet light like a volcano erupting and emerging from the abyss. It gushed out and slowly gathered into an old figure. That terrifying power had already locked onto the three strange visitors.

"Boom!"

The sky was shaking and blood-red thunder was rolling. In less than a few seconds, it suddenly fell down. The number of thunders increased and gradually gathered into a red waterfall that covered the sky and the sun, engulfing the place where Jiang Mo was.

"Zizzizi!!"

The terrifying electric current was isolated and bounced away by the force field. The surrounding souls were suddenly inspired by some mysterious power and rushed towards Jiang Mo like crazy, crashing into the colorless barrier at all costs, not caring even if their bodies were shattered.

"Thieves, you broke into my Xuan Sect, destroyed my Taoist tradition, and killed my disciples. How dare you come back?!"

"Boom!!!"

A tall and majestic figure suddenly emerged from the boundless territory.

It was an old man covered in blood, with a majestic face, eyes like the sun and the moon hanging in the sky, flying gray hair, and a Dharma image a thousand meters tall, emitting unparalleled momentum, as if the ancient god had been resurrected.

"Be strong."

Zhuge Yu almost felt suffocated. The suppression from the same source of martial arts made his heart palpitate at the mere moment of eye contact. His hands and feet were stiff, and every inch of his flesh and blood seemed to be out of control. His reverse state was shaky and was almost forcibly released.

Chang Qing, who was slightly weaker than him, couldn't hold on any longer. His hair suddenly turned jet black and a trace of scarlet blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

“Ahem!!” “Oh no!”

Zhuge Yu could not hold out for more than a few breaths before he followed closely behind. The storm-like pressure came from the air, which was beyond the ability of their Xuanming Level 1 to withstand.

Under the vast sky, there was only a young man with disheveled hair standing there, facing the pressure that was comparable to a catastrophe and crushed all matter, like a breeze.

"Look, that's the strength of Xuanming level 5."

When saying this, Jiang Mo's expression was solemn, his eyes cut through the void and stared directly at the godlike shadow.

Tracing back the long river of history, he vaguely saw an ancient cultivator whose horror was beyond description. At his peak, he might have been above the 6th level of Xuanming.

If it weren't for the weakening caused by a thousand years of time, Jiang Mo would not be able to judge where the limit of this old senior from the ancestral temple was.

The might of heaven was rolling, and the murderous aura was like a tsunami. He was not afraid of danger, and warned the two disciples behind him:

"From now on, you two should practice diligently and make every inch of your time count. In the future, you may have the opportunity to achieve such an achievement."

"Yes, disciple, I will teach you!"

"Uncle Master, be careful"

Chang Qing and Zhuge Yu shouted anxiously at the same time. The old man from the ancestral temple had slowly raised his hand, gathering the power of heaven and earth around him, wanting to kill Jiang Mo with one palm, just like he destroyed the Class A mecha.

"I didn't expect there is a bandit like you. You are quite capable. You stole our skills and cultivated them to this level. Even if you die here, you should be proud of it."

"Boom!"

The old man from the ancestral temple spoke loudly into the void, and thousands of blood-red thunders lingered around his five fingers. After he had gathered all his strength, he suppressed the enemy with a domineering palm.

"boom!"

An overwhelming darkness instantly covered the dome, and Jiang Mo was seen releasing his majestic Dharma image.

He had the sky above his head and the earth under his feet, with a sinister aura. He raised his hand to meet the attack, and when his palm hit, there was a dazzling explosion in the void, and the endless blood-colored lightning was annihilated, replaced by boundless black energy, which gushed out cold and brutal power, as vast as the ocean, and easily disintegrated the old man's killing move.

"Nine-Nine Evil Earths?!"

"Xuan Ming Level 6!!"

"who are you?!"

The elder of the ancestral temple who still had some spiritual power suddenly felt his pupils shrink, and was horrified by this sudden scene.

His eyes were cold, he shouted angrily, and he seemed a little embarrassed and flustered.

No one knows this path of cultivation better than him. It is the practice of refining the body with the Five Qi, and it has reached the sixth level of Xuan Ming. The degree of its horror is far beyond control, and it is even more terrifying than those of the great sect leaders.

The sect he guarded back then was indeed destroyed, with almost no disciples left alive, and the sect's skills fell into the hands of those forces that joined forces to besiege it. The younger generation in front of him, whose origins were unknown, was most likely from their camp.

The faded memories of the past reappeared before his eyes. The old man's heart felt like it was bleeding and his eyes were filled with hatred, like a wild beast on the verge of losing control.

However, the next moment, the answer Jiang Mo gave broke his guess for the first time.

"In the mortal world, the 42nd head of the Trinity Sect, Jiang Mo."

"What?"

"Does the Trinity School still exist in the mortal world?"

"No! You're lying to me! Impossible!!"

The old man was mad and incoherent, staring at the figure in front of him with extreme vigilance. The power that dominated the heavens and the earth and was the only one in the world was so dazzling, like a celestial star, that it made him lose his mind for a long time.

"I don't have to lie to you."

"I rushed here after I razed Taiqing Palace to the ground." Jiang Mo said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, his Qi changed again. The cold black mist surrounding his body faded away, and pure silver Qi was revealed. Behind him hung a divine ring made of ancient true fire, and many sacred golden lines appeared on his body, and there was an ancient red gold mark standing upside down between his eyebrows.

The old man from the ancestral temple, who was hundreds of meters away, let out a sharp wail and retreated repeatedly. The scorching golden flames suppressed him most cruelly. He didn't even dare to get close, and his soul showed signs of melting.

However, he no longer cared about his injuries and just asked anxiously:

“Pure fire of the day and sun! Ten thousand tempered black gold!!”

"Young man, how many kinds of Five Qi Ultimate Objects have you found?"

"Done."

Jiang Mo responded by raising his palm and controlling the true Qi to re-enact the scene of destroying Taiqing Palace.

"You you! Who the hell are you?!"

"I-I can't tell the difference! I really can't tell the difference!!"

The old man of Zu Temple burst into tears, and suddenly acted like a madman, seeming to be in extreme pain.

He didn't dare to get close to Jiang Mo. He was trembling with fear. The grief deep in his memory was completely awakened. He stared at the scene in the void with bloodshot eyes and choked with sobs.

"Trinity Sect, Jiang Mo."

The towering figure, like a god, reiterated once again.

(End of this chapter)