Through the practice system of the heavens that shroud the sky

Chapter 365: The Four Clans Surround and Kill the Five Saints
The Yaoxing star field is under the jurisdiction of the Yaxian clan. It is also a transit station for major forces to trade and transport goods. From time to time, major forces and clans will come here to communicate and trade.

At this time, a starship sailed into the Yaoxing Star Region. There was the symbol of the God Clan on the hull of the starship. All forces took the initiative to retreat when they saw it, avoiding provoking the existence on the starship.

Everyone knows the mighty reputation of the Celestial Gods. They are a supreme clan that was created through endless lives and killings, so naturally no one dares to provoke them.

At this time, inside the starship, Li Qiye was watching Youyun pointing at the star map projection on the starship, telling him the coordinates leading to Beidou.

Youyun's fingers trembled slightly on the star map projection, and he drew a route across the two star regions: "After passing through the Yaoxing Star Region and then crossing the Tianxing Star Region, you can reach the outskirts of the Beidou Star Region. However, the Tianxing Star Region is under the jurisdiction of the Celestial Clan. If you kill Luo Ming, I guess..."

He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was very clear. Going there was equivalent to entering the territory of the gods, and it would be difficult to escape once recognized.

Li Qiye did not answer, staring at the flickering coordinates in the star map, with reflections of stars flowing in his silver eyes. Suddenly he turned his head to look at the emerald star cluster approaching outside the cabin window - that was the Yaoxing Star Region mentioned by Youyun, with seven ancient life stars orbiting around the stars like gems.

“You can go now.” Li Qiye suddenly spoke, his voice like the wind blowing across the ice field.

Youyun was as if pardoned. Just as he was about to activate the portable teleportation talisman, the starship suddenly shook violently. A ball of ghostly fire exploded outside the porthole, condensing into a giant hand that covered the sky and grasped the starship. The alarm in the cabin screamed sharply, and the metal cabin wall groaned under the pressure of the law.

"Xiao Youyun, why are you hiding when you see an elder?" A hoarse voice penetrated the bulkhead, and an old man in a dark green robe stepped over the void. His skinny fingers stroked the starship's hull, and the emblem of the Celestial race melted and dripped like wax.

Youyun's face turned pale as he looked at the Nether Clan's third elder, Minggu, who suddenly appeared, and then glanced at Li Qiye, who was still standing still. The silver-haired young man was staring at a place outside the cabin, where the stench of corpses was permeating.

"This fellow Taoist looks unfamiliar." Ming Gu's cloudy eyes turned, and the pressure of the peak saint was like a mountain. The outer shell of the starship began to crack, and the sticky netherworld air seeped out of the cracks. "I wonder where you are practicing in the treasured place?"

Li Qiye tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingertips, and his silver eyes suddenly turned to the void on the right: "Have you seen enough?" Before he finished speaking, a silver light tore through the space, forcing the hidden corpse saint to appear. The rotting body was covered with pieces of flesh, and the scarlet soul fire was beating in the eye sockets.

"What a keen sense of perception." A mechanically synthesized laugh came from above. Metal wings cut through the cabin roof. Six-armed mechanical creatures were suspended in mid-air, with plasma blue flames spewing from their joints. "We are very interested in the collections in the Jedi Sand Sea."

Youyun was suddenly dragged to Minggu's side by an invisible force, and a voice sounded in his ears: "Did Luo Ming of the God Clan die in his hands?" Looking at the greed flashing in the elders' eyes, Youyun suddenly understood - these old monsters smelled blood.

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you surrender and wait for the Heavenly Gods to decide your fate? If you can hand over your Star Marrow..."

Mingu opened his palm, and the ghost fire of the underworld condensed into a cage to cover the starship. "I may be able to plead with the gods for you."

The air in the cabin suddenly solidified. Li Qiye's silver hair moved without wind, and the Hell Gate brand on his right hand became slightly hot: "Get out within three breaths."

"Arrogant!" The rotten body of the Corpse Saint suddenly swelled, and thousands of resentful souls gushed out from his pores, "I will use you to refine a corpse puppet!"

The answer was the silver light that tore the starship apart. Li Qiye stepped on the hull and stood in the void, with the six reincarnations appearing behind him. As the hungry ghost wheel turned, the resentful souls in the sky actually roared with joy and turned around to attack their master.

“How is this possible?!” The corpse saint was shocked and angry. His rotten body suddenly exploded, revealing the holy bones inside. The green corpse fire burst out between the joints, but it solidified the moment it touched the silver light. Li Qiye held the star seal in his left hand, and thousands of stars in the meteorite belt lit up at the same time.

"Starfall."

The universe seemed to be torn apart, and a torrent of burning meteorites poured down. The six arms of the mechanical race deployed energy shields, and the bones of the underworld turned into thousands of ghosts and scattered. Only the saints of the corpse race were locked in place, and their holy bones were broken by the impact of the stars.

"Let's go together!" The true body of the Nether Bone emerged from the shadows and sacrificed the Nether Mirror, his life-long sacred artifact. The moment the mirror reflected Li Qiye's figure, his right arm was suddenly covered with wrinkles, and his flesh and blood dried and aged at a speed visible to the naked eye. The black muzzle of the mechanical race's chest cracked open, and the antimatter energy could be stored in an instant. At the moment when the beam was about to erupt, Li Qiye's eyes bloomed with divine light, and a silver light flashed, and the mechanical race's strongman was instantly fixed.

The six reincarnation disks behind him were spinning, and the terrifying laws of reincarnation emerged. The powerful pressure caused the void to explode and the stars to shake.

"die!"

All means lost their meaning at this moment. Antimatter fire strangely flowed back into the barrel, and the mechanical race watched in astonishment as a huge hole was melted out of their chests. The reflection in the Nether Mirror suddenly became stagnant, with dense cracks appearing, and then the mirror surface exploded.

"Is this the law of reincarnation?!" Ming Gu coughed up blood and retreated violently. The aging curse actually backfired on him according to the cause and effect. He frantically pinched his fingers to summon the clan's secret treasure, but saw that the silver-haired young man had already crushed the head of the corpse clan saint, and his fingertips were picking up a strand of struggling holy soul.

Youyun was trembling in fear as he hid behind the wreckage. Suddenly, he heard a broadcast in the unique language of the Celestials from the interstellar communicator. His pupils shrank suddenly - it was an emergency channel for wanted criminals throughout the universe.

"Target found! The evil creature that killed Master Luo Ming is here."

"After catching him, cripple him and hand him over to the Great Elder for punishment."

The golden warship smashed through the asteroid belt and appeared. Standing on the bow were two saints of the Celestial Clan, shrouded in divine flames. The old man on the left had a third eye between his eyebrows, and the space was distorted wherever his eyes went. The beautiful woman on the right held a golden divine spear, with the tip of the spear pointing at half of a still-beating heart.

Mingu saw this and laughed: "You two came at the right time! This guy is carrying a rare treasure, and more..." Before he could finish his words, his throat was pierced by silver light. He looked down in disbelief and saw the star chain sticking out of his chest.

"Noisy." Li Qiye raised his arm and threw the corpse away, his silver eyes igniting with fighting spirit for the first time. The three-eyed old man's vertical pupil suddenly bled, and he was horrified to find that his talent for seeing through the future actually reflected thousands of possible deaths for himself.

The beautiful woman's magic spear was the first to attack, and the spear light turned into a golden river. Li Qiye did not dodge, allowing the magic spear to penetrate his chest, but his right hand held the beautiful woman's head. The mark of the gate of hell lit up with a strange red light, and the beautiful woman's plump body shrank instantly, and her soul was dragged into the abyss by the scarlet tentacles extending from the crack of the door.

"You kid from the Netherworld!" The three-eyed old man suddenly roared at Youyun, "Use the secret blood method to summon your ancestor!" The vertical pupil on his forehead burst open, and blood arrows drew complex divine patterns in the void. Nine divine rings appeared around Li Qiye, and on each ring there was a phantom of a god chanting scriptures to suppress him.

Youyun gritted his teeth and cut his wrist, but was pierced by the star chain at the moment the blood curse was completed. The last scene he saw was the three-eyed old man being crushed into meat paste by the six reincarnation Dharma, and the silver-haired young man was slowly pulling out the golden magic spear from his chest.

“It’s a nice toy.”

Li Qiye shook off the blood drop on the tip of his gun and looked at the more starships that were coming from afar after hearing the news. The depths of his silver eyes were crimson, and the mark of the gate of hell was slightly hot. He suddenly chuckled and pointed his gun at the starry sky:

"It seems that in the future, we should not create unnecessary troubles. It is better to cut the root of the problem once and for all."

The dazzling silver light engulfed the entire starry sky, and in the strong light of the explosion, the six reincarnations could be vaguely seen standing tall. Someone used a remote observation tool to observe and found that all the stars in the area of ​​the explosion were shattered and turned into debris. The space cracks in the void had not yet closed, and incomplete corpses could be vaguely seen floating.

The wreckage of the starship floats like dust in the eternal darkness.

And in the shadow of the more distant meteorite belt, a communication symbol of the Nether Clan that had escaped by chance was flickering with a faint light, transmitting the last captured image to the depths of the universe - a silver-haired young man stepped into the wormhole with a golden magic spear in hand, and the tip of the spear was holding three saints' heads that were still dripping with blood.

(End of this chapter)