Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

In a flash, more than a dozen figures crossed the endless time and space. Their figures had not yet completely condensed, but they had already resonated with the talisman paper, and it seemed that they could leap to an unknown grand battlefield at any time.

Jiang Yun's eyes were as fast as lightning, and he caught sight of the familiar Daoist Ancestor Ditian among the group of figures. Purple lightning was wrapped around him, and each ray of lightning contained the power of destruction.

And most of the Dao Ancestors were unfamiliar faces he had never seen before. Some of them were wearing black robes, and exuded a dark and ominous aura.

Or they hold ancient weapons with mysterious runes flowing on them.

But without exception, everyone exudes a powerful aura that makes people's heart flutter. That is the kind of pressure that only the Taoist who stands at the pinnacle of cultivation can possess.

Jiang Yun frowned slightly, with some confusion in his eyes. These Dao Ancestors were too active.

Seeing this, Hou Ming sighed softly and explained, “The coming of the sacrificial talisman is a rare opportunity.

By responding to this call, even if you are not at the time of the grand sacrifice, you can understand the mystery of the sacrificial text bestowed by the Immortal Emperor.

For some Dao Ancestors, such an opportunity is an irresistible temptation."

Her voice was cold, yet revealed a hint of helplessness, "However, this is not a call from the ancestral land, but an order from a certain Immortal Emperor above the heavens.

I think it was because of the long-lasting war that they had already lost their patience, and tried to gather everyone's strength to first wipe out the Heavenly Dao Ancestor in the Forsaken Land, disrupt the layout of the Emperor of Desolate Heaven, and then kill him in one fell swoop."

Although Hou Ming is in the underworld, he is not isolated from the news of the heavens and the world, and has a thorough understanding of the current situation.

As one of the oldest Taoist ancestors in the underworld, he could naturally guess some of the reasons behind this move.

"I see, Brother Hou Ming, are you not going?!"

Jiang Yun turned around and his eyes fell on Hou Ming.

Based on his understanding of Hou Ming's strength, this Taoist ancestor has the power to be the master in the underworld, but at this moment he is indifferent.

Aren't you afraid of being blamed by the gods? Or is your faith not strong enough?

Two clusters of dark flames ignited in Hou Ming's jade eyes, and a few faint sacrificial texts in his body flickered slightly, like a trapped ghost.

Her expression was calm, but her voice was filled with a barely perceptible bitterness: "Since the Hellfire eroded my body, I would not have taken action for a long time if it weren't for the call from my ancestral land."

She raised her bare hand, and a wisp of blue flame danced on her fingertips, "Every time I use my strength, the Hellfire will erode my body more severely.

Now, I have no choice but to remove the erosion of this scar as soon as possible, so that I can return to the peak and continue to move forward on the path of cultivation."

After saying that, she looked at the light of the sacrificial talisman that was gradually dissipating in the void, and a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

That Emperor Huang Tian is not a simple person. She has the idea of ​​not wanting to go, and she also has the regret of not being able to go.

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Jiang Yun looked solemn and nodded slightly, his eyes still fixed on the sacrificial talisman floating high in the sky.

The sacrificial talisman at this moment was like a portal connecting to a mysterious dimension, faintly emitting a frightening pressure.

He held his breath and concentrated, and through the faint light flowing on the surface of the talisman, he saw a scene that shocked the world - a river with a little soul light, slowly flowing out from the depths of the void, countless shadows floating in the river, like the souls of thousands of living beings wailing.

Immediately afterwards, eight or nine silver rays of light cut through the sky like bright stars, carrying with them an endless mysterious aura and blending into the sacrificial talisman.

As my sight turned, beneath the vast expanse of floating earth, the fire of the sky and the flame of the ancient universe were madly intertwined, bursting out with extremely weird flames.

In the firelight, the miserable sacrificial text, based on the divine chain of the order of the great way, twisted and moved like a spirit snake, and finally turned into a stream of light and sank into the sacrificial talisman.

In the most heart-wrenching scene, a pitch-black pit suddenly appeared, and several monsters covered in blood were struggling to crawl out of the pit. Every step they moved left a scarlet mark in the void.

These monsters roared towards the sky, condensing into blood-colored sacrificial texts, responding to the call of the sacrificial talisman.

"not enough!"

A vague and cold voice came out from the sacrificial talisman again.

Just two words, but like a heavy hammer, they hit the heart of every living being hard, with undisguised anger.

Jiang Yun's eyes were as fast as lightning, and he quickly scanned the surroundings, and found that the number of Dao Ancestors who responded to the call this time was very different: twelve Dao Ancestors walked out of the underworld, with great momentum.

The Soul River land followed closely behind, with nine Dao ancestors coming out together; and the number of people in the Four Poles Floating Earth and the Emperor of Heaven's Burial Pit added up to no more than ten.

In an instant, the sacrificial talisman burst out with an even brighter light, and the light swept across every corner of the underworld like a tide.

In the six abysses, sacrificial texts echoed each other, and lights rose and fell, forming a strange and spectacular picture.

“Is this a symbol that there are only six Dao Ancestors left in the underworld!?”

Jiang Yun was shocked, and instantly understood that the sacrificial talisman had the magical ability to sense the Taoist ancestor of the strange clan.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Hou Ming beside him, and saw the light of the sacrificial text flickering in her body.

However, to Jiang Yun's surprise, the light was not deep, and was not even as strong as the sacrificial text in the abyss where the blood river was located in the distance.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the strength of the sacrificial text did not seem to fully represent the power of the Taoist Ancestor.

It was just the comprehension of the sacrificial text. After Hou Ming was eroded by the underworld fire, he was not very active. Therefore, although he was ancient in the underworld, his strength was not obvious before.

Jiang Yun looked down at himself, a chill running through his heart.

Facing the call of the sacrificial talisman, his body did not react at all, because he had never mastered this strange and mysterious power.

Thinking of this, he secretly clenched his fists, and a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

In the future, one must try every possible way to cultivate the power of this sacrificial text, otherwise, sooner or later, it will be exposed in this strange source and fall into an irretrievable situation.

Fortunately, he had just joined the underworld, so it was normal that he had no response at all.

If this continues in the future, it will definitely arouse suspicion.

The sacrificial talisman above the sky suddenly trembled violently, and twisted and deformed as if it were a living thing.

In an instant, two ink-black runes separated from it, and a heart-pounding glow flowed on the surface of the runes, like two deep black holes, emitting a breathtaking pressure.

Seeing these two runes, Jiang Yun vaguely understood that it meant that the underworld needed to send out two more Dao Ancestors to respond to this call from heaven.

In the abyss where the Blood River Dao Ancestor was, blood-colored light surged like a tide, and a voice hummed: "I still need to retreat for ten thousand years to dispel the coldness in my body!"

Before he finished speaking, the originally restless fluctuations of the sacrificial text in the abyss quickly dimmed as if suppressed by an invisible hand.

Just when everyone thought that the matter would reach a stalemate, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from another abyss, and the light of the sacrificial text shot up into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a Taoist ancestor tore through the void and appeared under the sacrificial talisman, filling the gap.

At this moment, Jiang Yun was keenly aware of several burning gazes staring at him.

He looked calm and said calmly, "I just got promoted to Daozu, and I need to retreat to calm down."

The calm words fell, but the surroundings fell into a strange silence. You know, Jiang Yun came to the heavens for only a few tens of thousands of years, and he killed the evil emperor with one move, shocking everyone.

Before that, he had used his clone to fight fiercely with the Quasi-Emperor Shangcang Gutuo and was not at a disadvantage; ten thousand years ago, although his clone did not show up, he was able to scare off a Dao Ancestor with just one strike.

It is absurd to say that such a terrifying strength needs to be settled down.

However, Jiang Yun was indeed promoted to Daoist Ancestor during this sacrificial year. Although everyone had doubts in their hearts, they could not find a reason to force him to take action, so they had to shift their attention.

Daoist Ancestor Ditian took a quick look around and finally selected a Daoist Ancestor to fill the remaining spot.

As for Hou Ming, no one came forward to ask.

As early as several epochs ago, she had made a harsh statement that she would never take action easily unless summoned by her ancestral land herself.

This was something that everyone already knew. There seemed to be something wrong with his practice, so naturally no one wanted to make trouble for themselves.

Jiang Yun stared at the dark void, and saw the figures of the two Dao ancestors reappear in the direction of the Soul River, and two people also walked out of the Four Poles Floating Earth and the Emperor of Heaven's Burial Pit respectively.

For a moment, the sky and the earth were in chaos, and thirty-nine powerful auras intertwined with each other, forming a pressure that was enough to destroy the world.

In the end, the fourteen Dao ancestors in the Underworld, the eleven Dao ancestors in the Soul River, and the fourteen Dao ancestors in the Four Poles Floating Earth and the Emperor of Heaven's Burial Pit, a total of thirty-nine Dao ancestors, turned into streams of light under the guidance of the sacrificial talismans and disappeared into the vast void.

At that moment, it seemed as if the entire world dimmed, leaving only endless solemnity and mystery.

One can't help but wonder what kind of earth-shaking battle is waiting for these Taoist ancestors.

Looking at the thirty-nine figures carrying the sacrificial talismans and disappearing into the crack of the void, Jiang Yun felt a chill running up his spine from the soles of his feet.

The background of the four sources is far more terrifying than he had imagined.

How long had it been since the previous call-up?

Now he can easily gather nearly forty Dao Ancestors. With such strength, he is like an ancient ferocious beast lurking in the dark, ready to open his bloody mouth at any time and tear all enemies into pieces.

If one thinks about it carefully, the power of Daozu invested in this conflict has probably already exceeded a hundred.

You must know that every Dao Ancestor is at the pinnacle of cultivation, and can destroy a world with just a wave of his hand. Compared with the Immortal King, there is a world of difference!
It was surprising that so many people could be summoned at once. However, after this summons, the Taoist ancestors of the underworld were almost empty.

Including Jiang Yun, only five Dao Ancestors were left.

These are the Taoist ancestors accumulated over countless sacrifices.

Jiang Yun's spiritual sense unconsciously swept towards the battlefield, and an indescribable worry surged in his heart.

He seemed to have seen that Heaven, the heavens and the ancestors of the heavens were being ruthlessly crushed by this dark torrent.

Thirty-nine Dao Ancestors joined the battle at the same time, what a terrifying power that would be!

Even Emperor Huang Tian, ​​who once roamed the heavens, would be cautious when facing such a scene.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yun silently prayed in his heart for those strong people who fought against the darkness.

However, the great battle in the Forsaken Land forced him to re-evaluate his situation.

Apart from the trump card of the Flame of Samsara, the power displayed by Jiang Yun outside the Road of Samsara does not have much advantage over other Dao Ancestors.

It only took him a few tens of thousands of years to break through to the level of Dao Ancestor, but which one of those veteran Dao Ancestors had not gone through hundreds of millions of years of tempering?

The Taoist ancestors at the source of the underworld have honed their strength to near perfection after several years of sacrifice.

Even if he was not lurking at the source of darkness, with his current strength, he would be just a drop in the ocean if he joined the battlefield and would hardly cause any waves.

“We still need to keep working hard!”

Jiang Yun clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms.

The mind that had just become a little inflated because of the smooth sailing of his cultivation completely cooled down the moment he saw the Immortal Emperor taking action and the thirty-nine Dao Ancestors flying in the air.

He knew very well that in this world full of powerful people, the slightest mistake would lead to eternal damnation.

At this moment, a violent tremor suddenly broke out in the void between the heavens and the forsaken land.

The terrifying power waves were like surging tides, one after another, stirring up time and space for eternity.

Under the impact of this force, the long river of time became obscure and dark, as if covered by a thick black veil.

Jiang Yun swept his spiritual sense and saw countless battlefields emerging in the void, with the figure of Daozu fighting in every place.

The war broke out in an instant.

With the addition of thirty-nine Dao Ancestors, their attacks tore through space and distorted time. The secrets of heaven were completely obscured in such a horrific battle, making it difficult to discern even a little bit.

This war that swept across the heavens has already exceeded the scope of imagination.

However, Jiang Yun understood that he had to become stronger as soon as possible, as his current strength was still far from enough.

Chaos surged, time and space wailed, and the moment so many Dao Ancestors joined in, this war that swept across the heavens and all worlds had entered a white-hot stage.

On the battlefield, the laws shattered into dust, the avenue roared like thunder, and chaotic energy continued to seep out of the cracks in the void, making the entire world even more eerie and terrifying.

At this moment when the battle was at a stalemate, several Dao ancestors from Heaven and the Heavens appeared boldly. They exuded an aura of destruction, as if ancient gods and demons had descended, and they headed towards the abandoned land.

The momentum seemed to completely wipe out the Forsaken Land from the map of the universe.

The eternity passes by and the long river of time flows slowly.

The waiting and accumulation of one sacrifice after another, the secret layout and planning of countless forces, seem to be determined in the final outcome in this turbulent era.

Caught in the vortex of this shocking war, even someone as strong as Daozu can only lament his own insignificance in the face of this force that is enough to overturn the heavens.

They are like a drop in the ocean, so insignificant in this huge war.

The battlefield in the Forsaken Land had fallen into an unprecedented tense situation.

The sounds of fierce fighting and the collision of Taoist weapons intertwined into a tragic war song, resounding between heaven and earth.

From time to time, there were exciting news that spread throughout the four sources like wildfire: the Taoist ancestors joined forces to attack, sweeping across the abandoned land of heaven with an overwhelming force, and wherever they went, the remnants of the heavenly court and even the heavens were scattered, without any ability to fight back.

Their figures galloped across the battlefield, and wherever they went, they had an absolute advantage by outnumbering the enemy.

However, just when everyone thought victory was in sight, three thousand years passed quietly and something strange suddenly occurred in the sky.

"Qiang!"

A clear sword sound, as if it had sounded since the beginning of chaos, instantly tore through the silence of time and space. (End of this chapter)