Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

"you!"

Daozu Xuehe had never expected that Hou Ming would say such ruthless words for the Daozu who had just joined.

In an instant, a rage rose from the bottom of his heart and rushed straight to his head.

His face instantly turned purple, like a fruit that was so ripe that it was about to burst, and his aura was surging with anger.

Hou Ming's ruthlessness was far beyond Xuehe's expectations and was definitely not a good sign.

"Good good!"

Xuehe uttered the word "good" three times in a row, and each word seemed to be filled with endless anger and unwillingness.

"Today I want to see how you can stop me!"

Xuehe knew very well that any more words would only add to the humiliation and would be meaningless.

However, he still had a trace of doubt in his heart. It was hard to believe that Hou Ming would become his enemy just because of a Taoist ancestor who had just joined the underworld.

Thinking of this, Xuehe no longer hesitated, the aura around him suddenly surged, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a long blood-red dragon.

The dragon exuded a suffocating aura, and its scales flashed with an eerie blood-red light.

Each piece seemed to be branded with ancient killing runes, and wherever it went, the space was oppressed and emitted bursts of wailing.

The long dragon transformed from the blood river rushed directly towards Hou Ming with an unstoppable momentum.

The river of blood tried to pass over her and rush out of the source of the underworld.

"Stay!"

Hou Ming's voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, cold and unquestionable.

In an instant, the endless cold white mist on her body began to fluctuate violently, like a raging tsunami, hiding in it the deep blue to almost black hellfire.

This underworld fire seemed to be the embodiment of despair in the deepest part of the underworld. Wherever it went, everything would be frozen into nothingness.

The cold white fog, carrying the hellish fire, covered the blood-colored dragon with overwhelming force, like a huge net of death, which was about to completely trap the blood river.

A thrilling battle broke out. The Taoist ancestors at the source of the underworld were extremely surprised. They did not expect that these two people would fight first.

"I'm just looking forward to learning the skills of the Underworld Ancestor!" Xuehe showed a hideous smile in anger.

After all these years of practice, he no longer even takes Di Tian seriously, and instead wants to see what Hou Ming's methods are.

The blood-red dragon's claws tore through the chaos, but before it touched Hou Ming's hair, the cold white mist had already hung upside down like an ancient glacier, condensing into tens of millions of ice crystal chains in the void.

Each chain is engraved with runes of the long river of time, and a faint blue light flows through the chain.

It was as if the power of time had been frozen and materialized, directly strangling the dragon's reverse scales.

The dragon body transformed from the blood river trembled violently. The blood beads that seeped out from between the scales made a crackling sound and bursts of green smoke rose as soon as they came into contact with the white mist.

"Your blood river path is nothing but a pool of frozen dead water in my time ice prison."

Hou Ming's voice did not contain any emotion, just like the silence before a glacier collapses.

Unlike Jiang Yun who used the Flame of Reincarnation, she could only control it remotely.

Instead, the cold Hellfire burned all over his body, and his own avenue melted a portion of the Hellfire, allowing his body to coexist with it.

He had already mastered the power of the Hellfire to the point where it was as easy as wielding one's own arm. With a flick of his hand, the cold white mist suddenly transformed into the phantom of an iceberg a hundred feet high.

On the top of the mountain, there were nine ice dragons made of nether fire. Their mouths opened wide and they actually swallowed the blood-colored dragon's head directly.

Daozu of the Blood River felt a piercing pain in his dragon head, a feeling more terrifying than a burning soul - the origin of his blood river was slowly freezing.

Looking down, he saw that wherever the dragon claws passed, spider-web-like ice cracks appeared in the space. Even the Blood River Clone Secret Technique, which he was proud of, could not condense under such power.

"Hou Ming! What kind of power is this?!"

There was finally a hint of horror in his roar. Only at this moment did he truly understand how terrifying this Taoist ancestor who had been silent for many years was.

Faced with this all-condensing power seal, he was completely without the strength to resist. He tried to escape but discovered that the space and time around him had been sealed by endless chains.

Xuehe thought of the Evil Emperor who had been burned to death by Shen Yun before. Hou Ming's coldness and that kind of fire seemed to be equally unsolvable.

Hou Ming did not respond. The struggle of the blood-red dragon was reflected in her beautiful eyes, but she was still as calm as a deep pool.

She pinched her fingertips to perform a magic spell, and the phantom of the iceberg exploded with a loud bang. Ice spikes filled the sky like a torrential rain, and each one pierced the vital point of the blood river accurately.

One of the ice spikes even pierced directly through the dragon's eyes, bringing out not blood, but the original power that had frozen into crystal.

Nail it in the void.

The blood-colored dragon let out a wail, and its huge body quickly shrank under the erosion of the ice spikes, eventually turning into a streak of blood and being firmly trapped by the ice lotus phantom in Hou Ming's palm.

"I will say it again - Daoyuan's affairs are not your turn to interfere."

Hou Ming walked slowly to the front of the blood light, and the ice lotus in his palm exuded wisps of black mist and ominous aura, slowly suppressing the original power of the blood river.

Her tone was still cold, but there was a barely perceptible warmth in the depths of her eyes, a look she only had when she mentioned Jiang Yun.

"If you dare to take even a single step into the path of reincarnation again, I will send you into the abyss of extreme cold, to sleep with those sinners forgotten by time."

The Blood River Daoist Patriarch felt the excruciating pain of his origin being frozen, and was horrified to find that the Blood River Avenue he was so proud of was like a stream where children played in front of Hou Ming.

He finally understood that the true strength of this ancient Taoist ancestor who had existed since the birth of the underworld was far beyond what could be measured by his superficial ranking.

At this moment, Hou Ming exuded a majesty that made heaven and earth submit to him.

However, when she mentioned Jiang Yun, she revealed a hint of almost paranoid protectiveness. This contradictory temperament made her seem even more mysterious and inviolable.

At this time, the other abysses were silent without any sound, as if they were also frozen.

At the source of the underworld, the wailing of the blood-colored dragon has not yet dissipated, but the Taoist ancestors at the source of the underworld already feel their souls run cold.

They watched helplessly as the phantom of the ice lotus at Hou Ming's fingertips tremble slightly, and the Blood River Daozu who had made the heavens tremble, turned into a ray of blood light and curled up in the ice like a defeated dog with its spine pulled out.

The pupils of Daoist Patriarch Ditian, which had always been calm, suddenly shrank and his Adam's apple rolled heavily - he clearly saw that the ice chips passing through Hou Ming's hair had actually frozen several great laws that spanned the void.

Even the detection skills that he was so proud of were in chaos at this moment.

It was as if where Hou Ming stood, the great road of heaven and earth was frozen and turned into an eternal ice realm.

"What kind of method is this... After several priests didn't see it take action, it became even more terrifying!?"

A Daozu with less experience couldn't help but blurt out something, but was stopped by others before he could finish his words.

When Hou Ming raised his hand, the space cracked like glass wherever the cold mist passed, revealing the endless void chaos behind it. Time stopped in the endless cold. The Dao Ancestors were shocked to realize that this Dao Ancestor, who had been silent in the abyss for many years, had not really made a move for many years. The power she casually exerted was always regarded as the strongest trump card by them.

"Boom~!"

The original blood beads of the Blood River Dao Ancestor were jumping wildly in the ice. Every impact caused a dazzling blood light, but it was unable to shake the ice surface at all.

Hou Ming lowered his eyes and looked down at all this. His eyelashes cast a butterfly-wing-like shadow under his eyes, and the extremely shallow curve at the corner of his lips was more thrilling than ten thousand years of black ice.

"When she retired, we thought she was injured in the battle with Daozu..."

A Taoist ancestor muttered to himself, his voice full of bitterness.

At this moment they finally understood that Hou Ming's silence was not a sign of weakness, but an abyss-like existence that disdained to get involved in the disputes of ants.

The moment she stepped out of the abyss for Jiang Yun, she was announcing to the entire underworld: this new Taoist ancestor was the reverse scale under her wings, and anyone who touched him would die.

"Ancestor Hou Ming, we are all from the same clan after all. Now that we are facing a powerful enemy, let's release the blood river."

"We believe that after this time, he will never leave his place of origin again."

"Yes, Daozu Hou Ming, for the sake of our ancestral land, please spare Daoist Fellow Xuehe this time."

Di Tian spoke first, followed by a number of Dao ancestors who began to plead for Xue He. They couldn't just watch Xue He being suppressed like this.

However, some Dao Ancestors who couldn't stand the blood river were secretly gloating over the misfortune and didn't say anything.

After all, these sacrificial elements, especially when the grand sacrifice begins, are regarded by Xuehe as the power of the reincarnation slaves, and other Dao ancestors are not allowed to get involved.

There were also a few Dao Ancestors who had long been displeased with him.

"Ancestor Hou Ming Dao, I am too narrow-minded. The reincarnation slaves were the power you controlled back then."

Finally, Daozu Xuehe had no choice but to surrender. Hou Ming, out of pity for his fellow clansmen, dispersed his cold air. He then transformed into a streak of blood and retreated into the abyss in a panic, without a sound.

Then Ming stood quietly there, the cold white mist gradually dissipated, revealing her cold and beautiful face.

She looked in the direction of the path of reincarnation, the coldness in her eyes melted quietly, and even a very slight arc appeared at the corners of her lips - that was the tenderness that belonged only to Jiang Yun.

In the depths of this icy underworld, only he can create a ripple on this iceberg that has never melted for thousands of years.

This kind of liking and preference comes from the attraction between the great ways.

As the figure of Blood River Daozu gradually disappeared, the source of the underworld fell into deathly silence.

"The Hou Ming Daozu has a kind heart!"

The other Dao Ancestors then breathed a sigh of relief. As long as their ancestral land was there, they would not kill each other.

However, after this incident, everyone regarded Hou Ming Daozu as someone who should not be provoked, including Jiang Yun.

These are the two powerful beings who can suppress Daozu, joining forces!

The two auras, one cold and one hot, reminded some of the Xuanniao that happened before, and some Dao Ancestors also showed a thoughtful look.

The Dao Ancestors looked at each other and saw fear and retreat in each other's eyes.

Some people silently restrained the magic formulas that they were about to express but hesitated to express; others turned around with their clothes brushing the air but did not dare to cause even a ripple.

They suddenly realized that the so-called ownership of reincarnation slaves and the so-called struggle for the right to speak seemed so pale in front of the time and the avenue that were frozen when Hou Ming raised his hand.

In the end, when Hou Ming's figure turned into a ball of cold mist and disappeared at the entrance of the abyss, no Taoist dared to mention Jiang Yun's integration of the reincarnation slaves again.

This seemingly abrupt confrontation had already made them realize that the gap in strength between the Dao Ancestors was so huge.

In the face of absolute power, any rules and old systems are as fragile as thin ice.

In that mysterious world of dark origin, endless darkness is like thick ink surging wildly, but it cannot cover up the faint light emitted by the supreme throne high above.

On the throne, a figure sat quietly, as if detached from this world, yet aware of everything in it.

This man's eyes were as sharp as torches, penetrating through layers of fog and overlooking the fierce battles in full swing on several battlefields below.

In the battlefield, lights interlaced, energy overflowed, and shouts of killing were like surging tides, one wave after another, but they could not shake that figure in the slightest.
I saw the corners of his mouth slowly rise, outlining a meaningful smile.

It turned out that Jiang Yun, through the reincarnation order that extended from the source of the underworld, was like opening a window across time and space, allowing him to take in the thrilling scene happening at the source of the underworld.

The strength displayed by Hou Ming Daozu, who easily suppressed and froze a Daozu, stirred up a thousand waves in Jiang Yun's heart, far beyond his initial expectations.

And he was even more shocked by how much Ming valued him.

The always mysterious and aloof Hou Ming Daozu, actually did not hesitate to suppress the blood river directly for him. With a strong and almost overbearing attitude, he announced to many Daozu at the source of the underworld: Jiang Yun is the person she protects!

Although Hou Ming protected Jiang Yun more for his own path, Jiang Yun still felt a little touched in his heart.

Judging from her actions rather than her intentions, as long as she does this and keeps doing so in the future, for Jiang Yun, Hou Ming will be the most steadfast ally.

But besides being moved, his eyes became sharper. During this process, especially when Hou Ming and Xuehe were fighting fiercely, he keenly perceived the other side hidden deep inside.

Whenever Daozu and his men got angry, the strange and ominous aura around them would become more and more intense, like a ignited flame.

This aura is like an invisible tentacle, quietly entwining, seemingly able to control their thinking, influence their decision-making, and make them become more radical under impulse.

This discovery made Jiang Yun frown unconsciously.

He vaguely discovered this law, but he didn't expect that Daozu would be affected.

His gaze slowly shifted, looking at the battlefields in various places in the dark origin world.

As expected, the same is true for those tomb keepers at the level of Immortal King.

Once they fall into a rage, they are easily taken advantage of by strange and ominous auras, which affect their minds, causing them to become reckless and brainless, and their behavior style changes drastically.

In short, it is because people are overwhelmed by emotions and get carried away too easily. Once their own interests are affected, their anger will instantly burn and become difficult to suppress.

On a battlefield in the dark origin world, a gigantic bull demon stood there like a towering hill.

It held a huge axe in both hands, and the axe blade flashed with a cold light, as if it could split open all obstacles between heaven and earth.

At this moment, it was engaged in a fierce battle with a hell dragon.

The Bull Demon has not yet fallen into darkness, but has only become a slave of reincarnation. However, the aura emanating from him is still powerful and pure.

On the other hand, the Hell Dragon had been mired in darkness for a long time, and was shrouded in a weird and ominous aura that was so dense that it was almost tangible, like a demon crawling out of the Netherworld.

Although the two have similar strengths, the power they exert in battle is very different. (End of this chapter)