Chapter 61: The Myth Re-enacted
Morning, mountain stream.

Soft golden lines shoot down from the gaps between the clouds and leaves.

Lu Jin stood on a green rock, white Qi flowing around his body and his blood burning like a furnace. After practicing the last set of moves, he slowly stopped and breathed in and out naturally.

Jiang Mo looked at his nephew who had refined his life and cultivation to the best state, and felt a little satisfied. Then he smiled and asked, "Is it done?"

"Well, Uncle Master, I am ready."

Lu Jin responded respectfully.

His eyes were full of light without any sign of fatigue, and his spirit and body were in high resonance.

Even his temperament had undergone an obvious transformation, like a sword that had been tempered by water and fire, and was now even sharper.

"Okay, follow me to the Dragon and Tiger to slay the monster."

Jiang Mo suddenly used his profound skills, his hair turned white, and his right palm controlled the natural energy around him, transforming it into clouds and mist, and he rose up with the wind.

"Boom!!!"

The sea of ​​clouds was shaking, the wind was roaring, and silver light was crisscrossing the sky. The two men's robes were fluttering, and their white hair was flying. They seemed like immortals from ancient books in the hidden corners of history, controlling the energy to patrol the sky and roaming freely for thousands of miles.

There was no deliberate restraint. Even though the master and disciple kept silent, they could feel each other's murderous intent, one like a mountain torrent, the other like a raging sea wave.

The sun was rising across the sky, and silver light stretched across the entire sky.

Along the way, the mountains and rivers were majestic and winding, the territory was vast, and we experienced blue sky and white clouds, strong winds and torrential rains, but we never stopped and went straight to Longhu Mountain.

The distance between the two places continued to decrease, and every second of waiting seemed so long, and the coldness in Jiang Mo's eyes became deeper and deeper, like the calm before a storm.

As time passed, the sun shifted its position until it approached the area where Mount Longhu was located.

"Zi la——!"

Suddenly, a shining golden light came from nowhere and enveloped the skinny figure. It was Master Duan who had left Mount Longhu not long ago.

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Jiang Mo frowned. Even though they were hundreds of meters apart, the strong intuition in his heart told him that the identity of the visitor was not simple. Especially the faint breath that was almost undetectable, which made him vaguely guess something.

At the same time, Master Duan, who was flying at high speed in the golden escape technique, had his pupils slightly shrunken and was shocked.

What appeared before my eyes were two figures stepping on the Qi Cloud, with fluttering white hair;

Old Man Duan shuddered. He trusted and relied on the alertness honed from years of fighting on the brink of life and death in the martial arts world. Without any hesitation, he changed direction and sped up to avoid the opponent.

"call out--!"

The golden light was dazzling, and in the blink of an eye it was already a hundred meters away.

This unusual behavior made Jiang Mo, who was planning to intercept him, decisively chase after him.

Silver and golden lights flashed across the sky. As the oppressive aura behind him gradually approached, Old Man Duan felt his hair stand on end. He couldn't suppress his fear and curiosity. He turned around and was almost scared to death.

There were two young men standing in the Qi Cloud which was only tens of meters away. The one on the right was wearing black clothes and had white hair. He exuded a terrifying aura, like the scorching sun falling into the world, making it impossible for people to even think of looking at each other.

The young man on the left has a handsome face, white clothes, white hair, and a cold expression. He looks very similar to the deceased Sanyi Kanglong.

The shadows of the past came to his mind, and the figure that had been chasing him for thousands of miles reappeared from the depths of his memory. Old Man Duan's scalp went numb. He gave it his all, gritted his teeth and burned his Qi, increasing the speed of the golden light to the extreme.

"You and I were meant to be together, but you're in such a hurry to leave. Could it be Quan Xing?"

"Let me take you there."

Jiang Mo's voice was as cold as ice, and the Qi cloud under his feet also exploded. He caught up in an instant and raised his hand to suppress it.

"Boom!!!"

The surrounding clouds and mist rolled and suddenly changed, gathering and compressing frantically from all directions towards the place where the golden light was.

"Oh!"

The void within a radius of nearly 100 meters was twisted into a Qi wall comparable to steel. Jin Dun collided head-on with it, causing it to collapse and break apart.

Old Man Duan, whose Qi suddenly exploded, was forcibly interrupted. He could not bear the backlash and his internal organs were in severe pain. Before he could resist, a blazing silver chain came across him.

"Kacha!"

Wrapped in chains and covered with blazing energy, Old Man Duan's skin and flesh were burned and cracked, and he wailed incessantly.

Jiang Mo pulled back with his right hand, and the silver chain dragged the target in front of him. He looked down at the bald and skinny old man, and the first words he said were:

"You are Quan Xing, have you met Granny Liu?"

When he was exploring the cave before, he had seen the dirty jars in the pharmacy with his own eyes and had a vague impression of the complex smell of medicinal herbs.

The old man who was fleeing after performing the golden light secret technique also had the same substance, but it was too thin. If the distance was farther, he would not have been able to detect it.

Hearing the question, Master Duan was terrified and denied it repeatedly: "No!! I am not." Before he finished speaking, a sharp golden light, shaped like a blade, was secretly condensed by his right hand, aimed at Jiang Mo's throat, and slashed out instantly.

At the same time, his body was moving violently and was about to leave, like a prey caught in a fishing net making a desperate struggle before going ashore.

"Pfft!"

However, the moment he made his move, the silver chain suddenly contracted, pinning him tightly. The few remaining flesh and bones were almost severed by the pain, and his face turned pale and blood was dripping.

The golden glow tore through Jiang Mo's throat, shot into the cloud behind him and disappeared.

The next second, fear and horror crept up Duan Shangren's back.

His hands and feet were shaking, unable to believe that only white Qi was oozing out of the cut wound, with no trace of blood at all.

Meeting the calm eyes of the young man in black, there was no ripple from beginning to end, as cruel as a cat playing with a mouse, and a feeling of powerlessness enveloped my body and mind.

"I want to know where Granny Liu is."

There was no room for negotiation. Jiang Mo's big hand fell down, pressing down on the demon's head. Everything was self-evident.

"Don't even think about it."

Master Duan's internal organs were shattered, his breath was weak, and he felt sad for no reason. He said sadly, "I will die."

"Pfft!"

One of his skinny arms was broken by the chain, his old face was distorted, he was in great pain, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Then don't say it."

Jiang Mo was not interested in his last words. He burst out with force from between his five fingers, shattering his skull.

A famous master of Quan Xing, a master who had achieved the Golden Escape, had his face covered in blood, his bones were broken and his flesh was rotten, he died with hatred, his eyes were unwilling and ferocious, and he was filled with resentment.

Longhu Mountain, where good and evil confront each other.

Li Muxuan and Wu Gensheng, who survived the catastrophe, were being questioned by Zhang Zhiwei:

"How did you two cause Zuo Men Chang Xian to die when you broke into the mountain that day?"

"Hey, Niubizi, you're so ruthless, and you're still trying to get some information, how come you guys from Longhu Mountain are like gangsters?"

Wu Gensheng lifted up his tattered clothes and wiped his bloody face. He listened to the shouting and questioning of the upright people on the mountain. He first laughed loudly, as if he was crazy, and then responded jokingly:

"No comment! No comment! You all are so concerned about Trinity's affairs. Do you really want to help, or do you want to find out where Trinity is at?"

"Ha ha ha ha!!!!"

Just as the Mountain Defenders were silent, Zhang Zhiwei's right hand flashed again: "I'll ask you again, you can choose not to say anything."

When he said this, he also glanced at Li Muxuan, not hiding his murderous intent at all.

"Hey hey hey!! Come on, Taoist Big Mouth, we can talk it over."

Under duress, Wu Gensheng's laughter gradually stopped. After a while, his expression became serious. In front of everyone, he spoke nonsense:

"As a son, is it wrong for me to go to Trinity Gate to see my father?"

"What!?"

"Wu Gensheng's father is actually a member of the Trinity Sect?!"

Hearing this, Zhang Jingqing's face darkened. With just one glance, he knew that this person was just stalling for time.

Just as everyone was surprised and wanted to ask more questions, a roar came from the sky, and silver light tore through the dark clouds, illuminating the world.

"what happened?!"

"It's from above! Someone is coming. Who is it?!"

Two figures like immortals emerged from the clouds, both with rumbling white hair and cold expressions. A huge and terrifying aura poured out along with Jiang Mo's anger, making the mountains and rivers dim and the heroes speechless.

The scene before them was like a myth reenacted. The faces of the leaders of various sects were solemn. They could never have imagined that a disciple of the Trinity Sect would appear in this manner.

"boom!"

As the silver chain flew away, a tragic corpse fell from the sky and hit the ground, staining the rocks and soil with blood and shattering the skull.

Jiang Mo stepped out from the void and walked slowly. With every step he took, white ripples spread out.

His expression was calm, but the blazing Qi was like the eternal sun on earth, and the terrifying sense of oppression swept across the entire place like a tsunami.

"Reverse Life Triple!!!"

At this moment, all the upright people in the mountain guessed the possibility of this miracle, and they were all excited, and even their eyes were filled with admiration and fear.

(End of this chapter)