Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

Chapter 711: Good performance! Hou Ming talks to God!

Zhulong, Black Turtle and other dark creatures were able to stand in front of the emperor and Shi Yi, peerless geniuses who seemed destined to step into the realm of Daozu and even had a great chance of becoming the Immortal Emperor one day in the future.

The fact that he had persevered to reach this point was beyond Jiang Yun's imagination. This kind of performance could be called extraordinary, and it could be regarded as an amazing miracle in the history of cultivation in the heavens and myriad worlds.

Especially the black tortoise, which used its speed and defense to the fullest at the beginning of the battle.

Its speed is so fast that it is like a black lightning, shuttling freely in the void, making it difficult for people with double pupils to grasp its whereabouts.

And the indestructible defense is like a towering sacred mountain. No matter how fierce Shi Yi's attack is like a storm, it can barely resist.

In the initial fierce battle with Shi Yi, Black Turtle's performance was particularly outstanding. Relying on these two unique skills, he was able to resolve Shi Yi's fatal attacks many times and was even able to counterattack occasionally, which made Jiang Yun look sideways.

Looking at the emperor and Shi Yi now, the powerful aura they exude seems to be able to completely shock the heaven and earth.

The majestic aura, like surging waves, spread wildly in all directions, one after another.

Their every move and every attack contains the power to destroy the world, which makes people afraid.

From them, Jiang Yun clearly saw the prototype of the future Daozu, and also deeply realized that there was a big gap between Xuangui and others and these peerless strong men.

But it also means that they have huge room for improvement.

As long as they can continue to hone themselves and receive guidance from Jiang Yun, they may be able to reach this level in the world full of powerful people in time.

Jiang Yun sat cross-legged quietly at the core of the origin of the underworld, surrounded by the mysterious Tao rhyme, as if he had merged into one with the world.

Feeling that the fierce battle was about to push Zhulong and Xuangui to their limits, he slowly opened his eyes, with a deep and elusive light flashing in his pupils.

“Shi Yi and Tian Zi are now close to the Dao Ancestor realm in terms of strength.

However, the festival is about to end, and it would be a pity if they were to remain silent..."

Jiang Yun had many thoughts in his mind. He stroked his sleeves lightly, and the aura around him fluctuated slightly, like ripples on a calm lake.

In his heart, he already had new considerations, and a grand plan about the future direction of the heavens and all worlds was gradually taking shape in his mind.

However, when his spiritual sense swept across the path of reincarnation, he found that Zhulong, Xuangui and the other four were almost unable to hold on.

Their bodies were shaking, their breath was weak and disordered, and under the attack of Shi Yi and Tianzi, they seemed like they could fall down at any time.

Seeing this, Jiang Yun didn't think any more. With a thought, an incarnation instantly separated from his body, disappeared in the dojo as quickly as a phantom, and rushed towards the direction of the reincarnation path.

"What happened!?"

At the moment when Jiang Yun's incarnation left, Hou Ming keenly sensed the fluctuation of the void.

Her face, which was originally as cold as a sculpture, now had a gentle look. Her beautiful eyes moved as she looked at Jiang Yun and asked softly.

Over the years, Hou Ming has benefited greatly from Jiang Yun's unreserved and tireless help.

The cultivation method taught by Jiang Yun and her unique understanding of the Hellfire made her more proficient in controlling her own power.

Now, she clearly felt that the erosion of the hellfire on her body had been reduced a lot.

This change made Hou Ming's dependence on and affection for Jiang Yun grow day by day.

In her heart, she could no longer tell whether this strong attraction came from the pull of the laws of the universe or from her true thoughts deep in her heart.

After a brief silence, Hou Ming spoke again, his voice full of determination and concern: "Do you need my help?"

She took a small step forward, the aura around her surging slightly.

"It's okay, I just saw that there are some interesting immortal kings in heaven."

Jiang Yun's voice was steady and distant, echoing in this Taoist temple filled with a mysterious atmosphere, as if it carried a power that could calm the restlessness of all things, indicating that there was no need for Hou Ming's help.

He stood with his hands behind his back, with the aura of Tao flowing around him. He raised his hand and waved it gently, his gesture like dispersing a wisp of green smoke, showing his calmness.

He was far from completely trusting Hou Ming. After all, Hou Ming was also a Taoist ancestor with a weird and ominous aura.

We can practice together, but there are many things I can’t tell her.

This time, Jiang Yun only sent out an incarnation, not to start a war. His only wish was to protect Xuan Gui and the other four.

In Jiang Yun's long-term plan, many matters in the future will have to rely on Xuangui and others to handle them. These people have long been important chess pieces in his layout.

However, this sudden confrontation also exposed a thorny problem.

Once they really encounter a strong enemy, although Zhulong, Xuangui and others are very powerful, they cannot handle the situation alone, and ultimately Jiang Yun will have to come forward to rescue them personally.

This made Jiang Yun fall into deep thought. Among the eight reincarnations of the underworld, there is still a lack of a truly powerful and invincible person who can shock everyone.

If you want to gain a foothold in this treacherous world, it is imperative to cultivate or recruit such characters.

"Shi Yi is pretty good."

Jiang Yun's eyes flickered slightly as he pondered secretly in his heart.

Then, a smile of interest crept up the corner of his mouth, "If we really talk about seniority, I am still Shi Yi's master's master."

This wonderful relationship between generations caused ripples in his heart, which he found quite interesting.

I just don't know whether the arrogant Immortal King with double pupils would recognize this sudden rise in seniority.

When he thought of this, Jiang Yun even felt a bit of anticipation in his heart, as if he had foreseen an interesting scene, and secretly joked about this wonderful fate that could be called "super generational increase".

"Don't provoke Heaven easily. The background of that place is unfathomable, like an abyss with no end in sight. More than one Immortal Emperor was born there."

Hou Ming's expression suddenly became solemn, her beautiful eyes were full of fear, her tone became more serious, and the meaning of exhortation was evident in her words.

She paused and continued, "Especially the Emperor Huang Tian, ​​who came from the same world as you, so you should understand his extraordinary qualities.

Don't easily attract that person's attention. It's better for you to show up as little as possible during this festival."

When she mentioned God, her voice unconsciously lowered, as if those two words contained endless pressure.

During the endless years of cultivation, Hou Ming had personally experienced countless life-and-death crises, a large part of which came from threats from Heaven. Each of the immortal emperors born from Heaven possessed the power to change the world, and they had led the flames of war to the source of the underworld more than once.

Every few sacrificial periods, these sleeping Immortal Emperors would revive and reach their peak state again, and then they would turn their attention to the weird clan, threatening them again and again.

Every confrontation made Hou Ming deeply realize the horror of the power of heaven, and it required the ancestral land to intervene to settle it.

It also made her full of fear and vigilance towards that place.

In the Taoist temple, when Hou Ming talked about God, his expression became more and more solemn, and a chill unconsciously surged around his body, as if evoking his deepest fear from the past.

“Do you know how powerful that ancestral land is?
Even if the power of several ancestors were gathered, those Immortal Emperors could not be completely wiped out.

Their vitality is comparable to the immortal spirits at the beginning of chaos. Even if their souls are shattered and their bodies are reduced to ashes, they can always find a glimmer of hope in the long river of time and be reborn in nirvana with unimaginable means. "

Before she finished her words, the void suddenly trembled, as if an ancient war spirit was sobbing. She quickly collected her thoughts. A strong man at the level of the Immortal Emperor could not even think about it.

"And now, this Ji Yuan, a Desolate Heavenly Emperor suddenly appeared. With just one sword, he could kill people above the heavens and fight against the three great immortal emperors alone without losing."

Such power seems to completely overturn the order of the heavens and all worlds!
The hellfire appeared unconsciously around Hou Ming, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

Looking up, the sky above is still filled with the scene that shocked the heaven and earth: the sky is collapsing, the galaxy is hanging upside down, and the aftermath of the attack of the four immortal emperors is enough to crush the world into dust.

If such unrest breaks out completely, I am afraid that the source will be doomed to failure.

Seeing this, Hou Ming's tone became even more anxious: "Although there are many Dao ancestors in charge of the Four Great Sources, compared with the Heaven, they are just like fireflies compared to the bright moon.

The only thing that can truly check and balance God is the ancestral land.

But the ancestral land has always been mysterious and unpredictable, and acts very low-key. It is not willing to come out easily, and rarely takes the initiative to cause trouble for the heavens. "

"You come from the Sea of ​​Realm, which makes you different from ordinary Dao Ancestors."

Hou Ming looked directly at Jiang Yun, his eyes full of worry, "Especially that peerless Immortal Emperor, whose mind is hard to predict. If we really attract his attention, I'm afraid that a flash of Immortal Emperor's sword light will be able to cross endless time and space and descend upon us.

Compared to the old Dao ancestors from the four sources, you, a newcomer from the Sea of ​​​​Boundaries, are more likely to become a thorn in his eyes. "

Her voice was magnetic, as if she was telling a long forgotten story of blood and tears, "Back then, there was a Taoist ancestor of extraordinary talent who had just entered the Soul River. Just because he showed his brilliance, he was targeted by the Immortal Emperor of Heaven, and ended up being destroyed with a single punch..."

Jiang Yun listened quietly, raised his hand and gently stroked his sleeves, with Taoist charm flowing around his body, as if trying to soothe Hou Ming's anxiety.

"How could I not know all this? So this time I just sent out an incarnation. Even if it is exposed, it won't cause much trouble."

He looked calm, but secretly alert in his heart.

The waters of heaven are much deeper than you can imagine.

Seeing Jiang Yun's calm expression, Hou Ming breathed a sigh of relief, but then he remembered something and his expression became serious again: "The Forsaken Land is now in chaos because of the endless fighting between the various forces on the altar.

She paused and lowered her voice, as if mentioning some taboo, "From now on, even if the ancestral land summons you, you must not go!"

"May I!?"

Jiang Yun asked uncertainly.

He also looked at Hou Ming with some surprise. He didn't expect that Hou Ming would say these words for him.

Perhaps Hou Ming thought that Jiang Yun could not play a decisive role on the battlefield, and it would be the same with or without him, so he advised him against the rules of the Weird Clan.

Inside the dojo, the chill was lingering like a substance. As the candlelight flickered, a softness emerged on Hou Ming's cold and lonely face, like spring water seeping out from the cracks in a glacier, melting some of the frost and snow that had not melted for thousands of years.

"Don't worry, you are the new Taoist ancestor who entered the underworld in this sacrificial period. You don't need to take any action in this sacrificial period or even the next one. You can just concentrate on your practice."

Although her voice was still cold, it contained a rare softness, as if she was comforting a lost young animal.

"What's more, with those people, even if all the immortal emperors born during these sacrifices are restored to their peak, what can they do to the ancestors?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Hou Ming's aura suddenly surged, and an almost insane confidence and fanaticism surged out of her body.

Her eyes were as hot as flames, as if burning with an eternal faith, and her aura seemed to completely ignite the entire world.

This self-confidence is not a tree without roots or water without source, but comes from the foundation accumulated by the strange clan over countless years.

In that boundless sea of ​​sacrifices, countless sacrifices passed by like meteors, and countless geniuses and evildoers were once stunning. They broke free from the shackles of fate and glimpsed the vastness of the world, but ultimately they could not escape death and turned into dry bones in the loess.

Only the weird clan, like eternal ghosts, stand tall in the long river of time and last forever.

“Hmph!” Hou Ming sneered, with a hint of contempt on his lips. “Let alone our opponents, even we ourselves cannot imagine what kind of enemies there are in this world that can shake our rule over the heavens and myriad worlds!”

As she waved her sleeves, ripples appeared in the void, as if confirming the power of her words.

"The reason why God can still exist today is that the ancestral land intentionally left some 'seeds'.

If the universe is too dead and silent, what's the fun in that?"

There was a cunning gleam in her eyes. As one of the oldest giants in the underworld, she probably understood what the Plateau Ancestral Land was thinking.

Not only do seeds remain in every world, Daozu and Lu Jin, the Immortal Emperor, also leave 'seeds'.

These 'seeds' are scattered throughout the sea of ​​sacrifice so that the duration of a sacrifice will not be too long.

Otherwise, everything would have to start from scratch. How easy would it be to produce countless Immortal Kings, Quasi-Immortal Emperors, or even Immortal Emperors in the heavens and all realms?

If you have worse luck, you may never be able to give birth to such a strong person.

Without the 'seed', the intervals between the grand ceremonies would be infinitely extended.

She paused for a moment, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and she felt like she was going to tell Jiang Yun some rules, and continued: "Generally speaking, if an Immortal Emperor is born, or more than a dozen Dao Ancestors appear in the world, it means that the time for the grand sacrifice is ripe.

If only one or two Dao Ancestors are born, then a small sacrifice can be performed."

At this point, she raised her head slightly, her tone full of disdain, "The Emperor of Desolate Heaven was able to kill the Heavens only because the ancestors were still asleep and were too lazy to care.

Once the First Ancestor wakes up and notices him, all his struggles will be in vain, and only the end awaits him!"

(End of this chapter)