Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

"When our Kong Zun comes, we will let you, Jiang Yun, know the consequences of offending our Hunhe!"

"Jiang Yun, just wait for Kong Zun's wrath! When the time comes, you won't be able to escape even if you have wings!"

In their view, Jiang Yun's move was undoubtedly a challenge to the majesty of Soul River, and White Peacock Kong Zun was the strongest man on the Soul River side, with unfathomable strength.

Once it comes, Jiang Yun will face a terrible disaster and he must be severely punished.

All the heavens and the world are watching this storm. Perhaps a bigger storm will be caused by Jiang Yun.

These Dao Ancestors denounced Jiang Yun, their eyes filled with anger, and their voices spread to the battlefield.

Daozu Huasheng was shocked, but the corners of his mouth twitched for a moment, and he still didn't dare to continue to say harsh words to provoke Jiang Yun.

Not a single Taoist ancestor came, so he was the one who got beaten.

Facing the overwhelming condemnation, Jiang Yun's expression remained stern. There was no fear at all in his eyes, but instead a hint of expectation.

In the eighteen abysses deep in the underworld, the Taoist ancestors of the underworld who are fighting or healing in various places in the heavens and the sea are hidden in various worlds.

These Taoist ancestors do not have their own territory in the underworld. In the cracks of time and space, ancient palaces are looming in the chaotic fog.

When the results of Jiang Yun's suppression of Guidu Daozu emerged, the Daozus of the underworld woke up from their retreats one after another. For a moment, the laws above the underworld were intertwined and the pressure was surging.

"Good! What a good source of Tao!"

A Taoist master wearing a black robe and holding a bone staff laughed loudly, and the dark green ghost fire around him danced wildly with his laughter, "After suppressing Guidu this time, the reputation of our underworld will surely spread throughout the heavens!
In the future, we will share the same reincarnation path. Who dares not obey my orders?"

"If you ask me, this should have happened a long time ago!"

His voice was like a loud bell, making the huge bronze gate behind him hum. The giant underworld beast under his seat also raised its head and roared, as if echoing his heroic spirit.

However, another voice came from the shadows: "The Underworld and the Soul River are of the same origin, both inherited the legacy of the ancestral land. Now they are killing each other. Wouldn't it make the strong above the heavens laugh at them?

If this causes the wrath of the ancestors..."

The face of the Taoist who was speaking was as pale as jade, with a blood-colored rune flickering between his brows. As he waved his sleeves, strands of cause and effect threads entangled with each other, as if deducing terrible consequences.

Just as the Dao Ancestors were arguing, a soft but not to be ignored laughter was heard.

Hou Ming stood above the abyss, with lavender hellfire surrounding her. The flame seemed gentle, but it caused ripples in the surrounding space and time, as if it would be frozen at any time.

She looked at Jiang Yun's figure in the projection, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her lips, but her eyes showed undisguised trust and determination: "Daoyuan has his own reasons for doing things.

If anyone dares to take advantage of the situation..."

Before she finished her words, she flicked her fingertips and a wisp of netherworld fire instantly exploded, transforming into a netherworld phoenix with spread wings. Wherever it passed, the flow of time became extremely slow, and even the void was covered with ice crystal-like patterns.

"My Hellfire and his Reincarnation Flame, if Kong Zun dares to go too far, hum!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the underworld suddenly became quiet.

The Dao Ancestors were all shocked when they saw the increasingly strong cold aura surrounding Hou Ming.

Especially in the abyss where the Blood River Dao Ancestor was, he dared not make a sound at all. He didn't hold on for long before and was suppressed.

The combination of Jiang Yun and Hou Ming is considered the twin peaks of the underworld.

One controls the flame of reincarnation that can burn everything, the other controls the fire of hell that can freeze time and space. If the two join forces, let alone the White Peacock Lord.

They couldn't help but wonder, even if it was the willow tree that was about to break through to become the Immortal Emperor, it would have to consider its own weight if it wanted to gain an advantage on the road of reincarnation.

At this moment, the eyes of all the heavens and worlds are focused on the turmoil between the Underworld and the Soul River.

Thirty-six golden holy mountains in the sky are suspended in the chaotic sea of ​​clouds, and the majestic Taoist palace is looming in the starlight.

When the scene of Jiang Yun suppressing Daozu Guidu unfolded like a picture scroll in the long river of time and space, the Daozu who were discussing the Dao and healing their wounds stopped what they were doing, and ripples appeared on the fairy tea in their teacups.

"Interesting! That old guy Hunhe has finally met his day!"

A Taoist master wearing a star robe clapped his hands and laughed. With a tap of his finger, the projection of time and space in front of him suddenly magnified ten times, and the image of Taoist master Guidu struggling in the fragments of the altar was clearly visible.

"In just tens of thousands of years, he has risen from an unknown person to the position of Dao Ancestor. The speed of this Dao Yuan's rise is even more shocking than that of Emperor Huang Tian in his time!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the other Dao Ancestors were slightly shaken. You know, Emperor Huang Tian swept the heavens with his astonishing talent, and Jiang Yun could be compared with him, which showed how terrifying he was.

"The Flame of Samsara is the real killing weapon!"

The other silver-haired Taoist's pupils reflected the surging golden-red sea of ​​fire in the path of reincarnation, and the Dao runes around his body trembled slightly unconsciously.

"Look, the sacrificial offering by Daozu Guidu is said to be able to borrow the power of the ancestor of the Weird Clan, but it is as vulnerable as thin paper under the flames."

Before he finished speaking, bursts of sharp screams suddenly sounded in the void. It turned out that the residual power of the flame of reincarnation in the projection reached this place, burning the chaotic energy within a thousand miles into ashes.

The Dao Ancestors all changed color and hurriedly used their secret techniques to reinforce the space barrier.

A Taoist with a haggard face stared at Jiang Yun's figure standing in the air, and said in a low voice like thunder: "If this boy is left alone, he will become a big trouble in the future.

But remember, never fight him on the road of reincarnation!"

A scroll of ancient atlas of the heavens flew out from his sleeve, and the place where the reincarnation path was located was covered with a blood-red mark.

"That is his home turf. There, the flames of samsara can ignite the endless fires of the abyss of the underworld. Even if we join forces, we will be like moths to a flame if we step into it."

"Can we control that kind of fire? It seems to have some restraint on the weird people."

"First it was the black bird back then, and now there is another Dao source. The power of this reincarnation Dao flame cannot be underestimated!"

Deep in the Taoist land, a Taoist ancestor expressed doubts. The power of this flame was truly enviable.

At this moment, a sneer suddenly came from the void, and the thirty-six holy mountains shook violently.

A figure with chaos and thunder wrapped around his body came walking in the air. It was none other than "Lei Yuan", a very powerful Taoist ancestor in the heavens and myriad worlds.

The power of thunder surged wildly around him, and every bolt of lightning contained the power to create the world.

"It would be best if they could start a chaos on their own, and both sides would suffer losses, and then we can reap the benefits! However... Huasheng turned out to be a traitor and had already jumped into the Soul River!"

A trace of fear flashed in Lei Yuan's eyes. He had been very close to Huasheng before.

I have to come out and explain it.

For a while, the Dao Ancestors of the Heavenly Realm had their own thoughts. Some of them gloated over the loss of Hunhe and Jiang Yun, while others secretly planned how to gain benefits from this storm. But everyone reached a consensus - Jiang Yun and his Reincarnation Dao Flame had become the most terrifying existence that could not be ignored in the heavens and the worlds.

It is best to be careful when walking on the road of reincarnation. Use the road if necessary, and don't destroy the Yama Palace of the Eight Paths of Reincarnation and the guardians of reincarnation.

The bloody sacrificial sea surged like a boiling pool of blood. The endless broken worlds floated up and down in the scarlet waves, as if the weeping and bleeding souls of billions of creatures were wailing in it.

In this world dyed dark red, the battle between Jiang Yun and Huasheng Daozu has entered a white-hot stage. Every collision of power causes the void to collapse and chaotic energy to overflow.

When Jiang Yun swung the Chaos Halberd in his hand, the blood-red waves it stirred up were so high that they seemed to be able to submerge the heavens.

Wherever the halberd's shadow passed, countless dark red worlds were swept into it like duckweed, twisted and shattered in the surging energy storm, and then reassembled in an instant.

"Boom!"

Jiang Yun roared, and the Chaos Halberd chopped down like a giant axe that opened up the sky. The Taoist Huasheng was unable to dodge and was cut in half on the spot.

The broken body quickly condensed in the void before it fell. Wisps of dark green light came from all directions, reshaping his body.

The body of Daozu originally possessed a nearly immortal quality. Even if Jiang Yun had overwhelming strength, it would not be easy to completely kill this veteran Daozu.

"Daoyuan, don't go too far!"

Daozu Huasheng let out an unwilling roar and spurted out several mouthfuls of dark green blood.

The blood surged in the air, and with the help of the power of the altar, it condensed into strange and illusory sacrificial texts.

The sacrificial text flickered with a faint light, and each rune seemed to twist like a living thing, emitting a heart-pounding aura.

However, Jiang Yun was dismissive of this. The flames of Taoism surged around him and he swung his fist out. Wherever the wind from his fist went, the space collapsed. The illusory sacrificial text was instantly turned into dust under this terrifying force.

Compared with the sacrificial text offered by Daozu Guidu, the runes condensed by Daozu Huasheng with the help of the altar are completely different.

Just when Daozu Huasheng was on the verge of being defeated again, the void above the battlefield suddenly twisted violently, and a bright white light tore through the sky, as if the sun was rising from the depths of the void, and wherever the light reached, the bloody sacrificial sea was dimmed.

A snow-white peacock spread its wings and flew over. There was star-like light flowing between its feathers. Each feather was engraved with ancient heavenly runes, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

The peacock spread its tail feathers, which spread out like a curtain of heaven, blocking out the sun. The terrifying pressure swept over like a tide. The whole world was shaking violently under this pressure, and countless broken realms in the sacrificial sea were instantly reduced to ashes.

"Daoyuan, release Guidu, and let this matter rest!"

Kong Zun's voice resounded through heaven and earth like a huge bell, carrying with it unquestionable majesty.

His eyes were cold, as if he could see through everything, and the aura emanating from his body made Jiang Yun look sideways.

Jiang Yun's eyes were as cold as ice, and the flames around him suddenly surged. The golden-red flames instantly formed a huge flame barrier that protected him.

"Mr. Kong, Guidu has violated my bottom line many times. No one can stop me today!"

His voice was full of determination. With a loud roar, he held the Samsara Halberd in his hand. The tip of the halberd was burning with karmic fire that could burn everything. With the momentum of destroying the world, he stabbed towards Kong Zun fiercely.

Kong Zun's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes.

He gently shook his tail feathers, and a beam of white light shot out, colliding with Jiang Yun's halberd.

In an instant, a deafening roar sounded between heaven and earth, and two terrifying forces collided violently.

Wherever Kong Zun's white light passed, the space was purified into nothingness, as if all matter and energy were completely wiped out.

Wherever Jiang Yun's Chaos Halberd went, everything turned to ashes, and even the space was burned into a huge black hole.

Above the bloody sacrificial sea, chaos surged like a boiling pot, and the energy storm caused by the confrontation between Jiang Yun and Kong Zun swept across the heavens and all worlds.

Kong Zun, this old and powerful man who has stood in the Soul River for thousands of years, is like an eternal and immortal mountain, standing still in the huge waves, showing his unfathomable background.

There was a vague and mysterious halo surrounding him. Every time he raised his hand and waved his wings, it was in line with the ultimate principles of heaven. His every move showed his calmness and ease.

In this thrilling and fierce collision, Kong Zun looked indifferent, with even a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and he responded calmly to Jiang Yun's violent attack.

Jiang Yun's reincarnation halberd carried the power to burn the sky and boil the sea. The halberd's shadow was heavy, and wherever it passed, the space collapsed inch by inch, revealing the dark and deep turbulence of time and space.

The Chaos Halberd stirred up a bloody tide, wanting to devour everything.

But Kong Zun seemed to be strolling in a garden, his snow-white feathers waving gently, and each time he cut into the gaps in Jiang Yun's attacks with incredible precision, resolving his fierce attacks one by one. His movements were elegant and smooth, revealing an indescribable sense of ease.

Upon seeing this, Daozu Huasheng felt as if he had been pardoned. He took the opportunity to drag his body, which was as pale as paper and covered with scars, and retreated behind Kong Zun in embarrassment.

The blood at the corner of his mouth had not yet dried, and strands of dark green blood were still oozing out, but his eyes were flashing with a gloating light, as if he had foreseen Jiang Yun's defeat. He looked both embarrassed and a little proud.

Although Kong Zun has not yet displayed his full strength at this moment, he is like an insurmountable towering mountain, standing in front of Jiang Yun.

Every time he made a casual move, it seemed to contain infinite power.

Wherever the feather passed, white light bloomed, holy and dazzling. Wherever it passed, the space was purified without a speck of dust, and there was a void, showing its sacredness and extraordinary state.

Who would have thought that this Taoist ancestor who exudes such a sacred aura actually belongs to a strange clan, and looks more upright than those self-proclaimed orthodox Taoist monks. Such a contrast makes it even more difficult to figure out his depth.

Jiang Yun stood in the void, with Taoist flames surging around him, but his heart became increasingly solemn.

He had been in heaven for tens of thousands of years, experienced countless wars, and met countless powerful people, but at this moment, he felt for the first time the unprecedented pressure that was like a mountain pressing down on his head.

He was deeply aware that the gap between Daozu and Daozu was so huge.

He had previously confronted Kong Zun on the road of reincarnation, but he eventually retreated.

Now it seems fortunate that I didn’t walk out at that time.

Kong Zun's seemingly random attacks actually contained endless mysteries, and each ray of white light seemed to be able to penetrate the heaven and earth.

Jiang Yun's mind was even clearer than a mirror. What he saw before him was definitely not Kong Zun's full strength.

As the leaders of the Soul River lineage, Guidu and Huasheng both possess the altar fragments, so how could Kong Zun not have it?

Moreover, given his status and strength, he must have many more altar fragments than Guidu and Huasheng!

Jiang Yun looked down at the fragment of Guidu's altar in his hand, and a ripple appeared in his heart. To be honest, after getting a piece, he couldn't help but feel envious.

If I could get more altar fragments, how terrifyingly would my strength improve!? (End of this chapter)