Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

There was a gleam in their eyes. The existence of the Samsara Path itself was of extraordinary significance. Having the powerful Taoist master Daoyuan in charge also brought considerable benefits.

It is a recognized fact that there is competition among the four major sources.

The reincarnation road in the underworld is almost becoming a shared one. Anyone who wants to walk on it can walk on it, anyone who wants to borrow the road can borrow it, and anyone who wants to destroy it can destroy it. Some people are very impatient.

The Soul River can also flow through the heavens, but no one from the Soul River ever uses it to pass through.

However, the eight reincarnations created by Jiang Yun were full of joy at this moment.

In the Yama Palace, Jiang Yun was in a playful mood and a bunch of powerful underworld figures such as the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Gods, Black and White Impermanence, etc. cheered for joy.

"Master Daoyuan is mighty!"

"The Soul River Daozu is no better than this in front of you, my Lord!"

The sound of exclamations one after another echoed in the hall.

The remaining seven masters of the seven paths and the eighty Yama Palaces gathered together, their faces filled with pride and satisfaction.

For them, Daoyuan Daozu suppressed a Daozu of the same realm. How could he not be proud of it?

"The Dao Ancestor has become famous in this battle, and the fame of Samsara will surely spread throughout the heavens and the myriad worlds."

A Taoist master laughed loudly, "From now on, those villains who covet my underworld's military base and reincarnation path will have to think twice."

The other Yamas nodded one after another, their eyes full of admiration.

Jiang Yun's victory not only avenged the underworld, but also greatly improved their status in the weird clan, making them an existence that cannot be underestimated by all forces.

It feels really good to have someone to take me under your wing.

The Taoist ancestors of heaven are scattered in every corner of the heavens and all worlds, some are in seclusion in ancient secret realms, and some are avoiding searches.

The altar fragments are a good thing, not only because they want to stop the weird clan from recasting and delay the time of the grand sacrifice, but more importantly, the altar fragments can greatly enhance their strength.

If you are reluctant to give up, you can use the amplification of the altar to realize the future path.

When the news of the war ended, they were all alarmed.

A Dao Ancestor who was cultivating in the ruins of the Endless World watched the scenes happening across the long river of time and space, and his pupils shrank suddenly: "Such power can suppress Dao Ancestor Guidu. Jiang Yun's reincarnation Dao flame can really burn everything!"

He secretly felt fortunate that he had thought of hiding on the Road of Reincarnation before. Now thinking about it, he was fortunate that he had never had any conflict with the underworld. He decided in his heart that he would never provoke the eight reincarnations on the Road of Reincarnation and the Hall of Yama again.

In a mysterious Taoist land of chaos, several Taoist ancestors sat under a huge ancient tree, discussing the war with solemn expressions.

"Jiang Yun has risen too fast, and his strength has already surpassed the level of ordinary Daozu."

A Taoist ancestor looked worried, "The moment the flame of reincarnation ignited the road of reincarnation, I felt the tremor of the heavenly way. That power was enough to burn everything that stood in the way."

Another Dao Ancestor sighed: "From now on, the pattern of the heavens will change. Jiang Yun is in charge of the reincarnation path. If anyone dares to enter the reincarnation again, they will fall into a place of no return if they are not careful."

In the distant center of the heavens, some Taoist ancestors who were recuperating from their injuries were looking in the direction of the great battle with frowns on their faces.

Although the Weird Clan had lost another Taoist ancestor to suppression, Jiang Yun's strong rise made them feel wary.

Especially Gu Tuo, who had fought with Jiang Yun before, was very grateful that it was only an incarnation of Jiang Yun who came at that time.

If his true self comes, I'm afraid his life will be in danger!
"If we encounter a strong person from this strange clan, it will be a disaster."

A Taoist said in a deep voice, "Pass the order down, no one is allowed to enter or leave the Samsara Path at will."

After this great battle, Jiang Yun's name resounded throughout the heavens and worlds like thunder.

After the war clouds dissipated, the road of reincarnation was still filled with the golden-red embers of the Dao flame, like a burning galaxy stretching between heaven and earth.

Jiang Yun was wearing a black robe with pictures of the heavens engraved on it. He stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the Eight Paths of Reincarnation. The Taoist flames flowing around his body made him look like an ancient god who had walked out of chaos.

He did not rush back to the source of the underworld, but chose to sit here for a thousand years, using the path of reincarnation as a chessboard and himself as a chess piece, proclaiming the majesty of the underworld to all the heavens and worlds.

Over thousands of years, the path of reincarnation has turned into a terrifying Shura field.

Anyone who lurks in the Samsara Path with evil intentions, or dares to approach it, will be burned to ashes by the blazing flames of Samsara before they even touch the edge of the Path.

Those forces that once despised the underworld and coveted the secrets of the reincarnation path are now like frightened birds.

Jiang Yun secretly inspected the reincarnation road in the heavens, and no one knew where he would end up.

The ancient forces that inherited several sacrificial origins in the Dao domain guarded by all realms put away their prying eyes and shelved the idea of ​​taking several reincarnation paths for their own use.

The mysterious sect deep in the heavens quietly withdrew its spies stationed around the underworld, fearing that they would accidentally anger this new terrifying existence.

After all, the Samsara Path had been "left alone" for too long, and 90% of it was abandoned, so no one knew what was hidden there.

When Jiang Yun saw it for the first time, he was just too lazy to clean it up.

On the bank of the Soul River, Kong Zun stared in the direction of the reincarnation path, and his feathers trembled slightly unconsciously.

"Jiang Yun's move is to turn the Samsara Path into their forbidden area."

A Taoist priest next to Kong Zun whispered, his eyes full of fear.

All the powerful people in Soul River know that as long as Jiang Yun stays in charge of the Road of Reincarnation, they will never be able to get involved in this area that contains endless mysteries.

In the ancient secret realm of heaven, the Taoist ancestors who had been in seclusion for many years broke out one after another, looking at the never-extinguished golden-red flame in the sky with solemn expressions.

"This boy can actually refine flames to such a level. It's incredible. Even the avenue is distorted by it."

A white-haired Taoist stroked his beard, with shock in his tone that was hard to conceal.

They knew very well that Jiang Yun, with his own strength, had completely changed the views of many people in this period of time on the power of reincarnation.

Protective and domineering!
Although the underworld was once an important source of strange creatures, in the eyes of many forces, it was nothing more than a gloomy and dead place.

The few reincarnation slaves hidden among the soldiers were not taken seriously.

Today, the reputation of the Samsara Road is at its peak due to Jiang Yun’s existence, and it has become an untouchable forbidden place in the heavens and all worlds.

The reputation of Yama Palace spread to every corner of the universe over the next few thousand years.

The Ten Kings of Hell walked out of the underworld and inspected the myriad realms. Wherever they went, all forces greeted them respectfully.

Wuchang holds the soul-catching rope in his hand and walks between Yin and Yang. No one dares to stop him. The Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Guards wield huge axes, guarding the gateway to the reincarnation path with great momentum.

Once upon a time, the existence and deterrence of the Soul River was like the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, shining brightly, and all things retreated wherever it flowed through.

But now, the Eight Paths of Reincarnation and the Hall of Yama in the Samsara Road have become comparable to it.

The Immortal Kings of the strange clan smelled the rise of the underworld and set out on the journey to the path of reincarnation.

Jiang Yun stood in the Samsara Hall built in the center of the Eight Paths of Samsara, overlooking the Immortal Kings who came to seek refuge, with a hint of smile in his eyes. He waved his hand, and the golden-red Dao flames turned into huge palms, covering the Immortal Kings.

Those who harbor evil intentions will be instantly shattered by the burning of the Dao flame, while those who truly surrender will be taken under the rule of the underworld and become the new force of the Eight Paths of Reincarnation.

Thousands of years passed by like a flash.

The eight reincarnations commanded by Jiang Yun have long been resounding throughout the heavens and all the worlds.

No matter whether it is the ancient ferocious beast in the depths of chaos or the God King in the God Realm, they may not be clear about the origin of the Tao, but the word reincarnation makes people look in awe.

The guardians under the Samsara Commandery are numerous powerful immortal kings, and the power of the Yama Palace is constantly expanding.

The smoke of the bloody sea sacrifice gradually dissipated, and the might of the Eight Paths of Reincarnation exploded through the heavens and worlds like thunder.

However, who could have imagined that this fame was just a trap set up by Jiang Yun to distract attention. The fame of the Eight Paths of Reincarnation was just a bait thrown out casually for him, and the real plot was hidden deeper.

Jiang Yun sat cross-legged on the side of the reincarnation path, with Taoist flames wrapped around him like flowing fire, and slowly opened his eyes.

In the previous battle, a wave that spanned time and space quietly seeped into his sea of ​​consciousness. It was a secret message from Emperor Huang Tian.

The message seemed to come from beyond the ancient times, carrying with it the vicissitudes of time, asking him to meet at the sword light in front of the emperor's tomb to discuss something.

But Jiang Yun was right at the center of the storm, so it was not easy to go there immediately. He had to find the right opportunity himself.

Jiang Yun patrolled the path of reincarnation in the heavens, hiding his figure secretly and focusing on pushing the Eight Paths of Reincarnation and the Hall of Yama to the forefront to distract attention.

This used to be a big deal, but now it is nothing, just a "small fight" and people are gradually no longer paying attention to it.

At this time in the world, the war never stopped.

The battles among the Dao Ancestors were like sparks in the sky, lighting up one void after another.

Some people were fighting for opportunities, some were fighting to protect their territories, and the entire universe was permeated by the violent fluctuations of the avenue.

As if shrouded in a layer of calamity, all living beings are always feeling uneasy.

As a new war breaks out, people's attention gradually shifts away from the path of reincarnation and toward more tempting directions.

Those Dao Ancestors who were lucky enough to obtain the altar fragments were like night travelers carrying treasures. They hid themselves deep in the folds of time and space, fearing that they would be coveted by others.

And the land of heaven is like an alien in this chaotic world.

Whether it is the dark aura lingering around the strange Taoist ancestor, or the aura of the great Dao of heaven and earth emanating from the Taoist ancestor, you have to bypass them here.

Heaven has issued an iron rule: Anyone who carries the fragments of the altar will be treated as a weird Taoist, regardless of their identity or origin.

This seemingly absurd rule has made heaven the most special forbidden area.

The place that was once regarded as a refuge for the Great Dao Ancestor is now avoided by all the powerful.

In addition, the forces of heaven and the strange clan were fighting fiercely for the altar fragments, and the Taoist ancestors in the upper realm became increasingly scarce. The empty holy mountain and the lonely sea of ​​clouds witnessed the bizarre changes in the pattern of heaven and earth.

However, no one dared to try to offend its majesty.

Even the strange clan, seeing that the road to heaven was cut off and they could not contact their ancestral land, did not dare to get close at all.

The existence of the Immortal Emperor of Heaven makes it an absolute forbidden area.

If one offends the God and an Immortal Emperor really emerges, even if he is a crippled one, he will defeat the Taoist Ancestor in minutes without any negotiation.

They can only keep a low profile.

Looking at the entire universe, except for the barely pure land in heaven, the situation has already become a boiling pot of soup.

The forces of different camps are fighting against each other, the ancient heritage is crumbling in the flames of war, and new disputes are breeding on the ruins.

Attacks by Dao ancestors and games between forces occur from time to time.

A great avenue-level contest is taking place on every battlefield, and every inch of the void is echoing with the roar of the laws collapsing.

Nine hundred years is just a blink of an eye in the eyes of practitioners, but it is enough to bring about earth-shaking changes in the structure of the universe.

On this day, the bloody sacrificial sea suddenly stirred up boundless waves, the void seemed to be torn and stirred by a giant hand, and a willow tree that covered the sky and the sun came out from the depths of chaos.

Its roots are rooted in the void, but its crown reaches up to the sky, with thousands of branches hanging down, actually covering part of the Jihai area in lush green.

This sudden strange phenomenon caused the laws of heaven and earth to shake violently. Countless powerful people who were sleeping in the ancient secret realms were awakened one after another. Looking at the green in the sky, their faces suddenly changed.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, it was as if the world was created. The Underworld, the Soul River Kong Zun, and the two strongest people from the Emperor of Heaven's Burial Pit and the Four Poles Floating Earth appeared at the same time to offer sacrifices to the sea.

The aura around them was soaring into the sky, and behind them appeared the phantom of an altar emitting a strange light. Wherever their mighty power reached, the endless space around them collapsed inch by inch.

It formed an absolutely lawless area.

The five forces collided with the willow tree with a loud bang. In an instant, the sea boiled, and the blood-colored sea water turned into blood mist and rushed straight into the sky. The whole world was trembling in this horrific battle.

"God Liu! I'm afraid you're not far from becoming the Immortal Emperor!"

On the road of reincarnation, Jiang Yun's eyes were as bright as lightning as he stared at the shocking battle at the Sea Sacrifice.

I saw the green willow tree stretching across the sacrificial sea. Although it seemed small compared to the vast sacrificial sea that even the Immortal Emperor could hardly reach the end of.

But in fact, each of its green willow branches penetrates time and space, like a chain of order and laws, dancing freely in the void.

Each willow leaf was as big as a square domain and flickered with a cold light. As the willow branches waved, space was annihilated and stars fell wherever they passed.

The Willow God is extremely powerful, and each of his attacks contains the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.

The willow leaves were like heavenly swords, sweeping across the endless time and space of the Jihai Sea. Wherever they went, everything was cut into pieces.

Hunhe Kong Zun waved his tail feathers, trying to resist with the power of the stars, but they were easily cut off by the willow leaves.

The strongest man in the Emperor's Burial Pit sacrificed an ancient artifact, but he could only hold out for a moment under the sharp edge of the willow leaf.

The strong men from the Four Extremes of Floating Earth joined forces to cast a protective formation, but it was easily penetrated by the willow branches. The roar of the formation's collapse was deafening.

Only the underworld, with the solid altar behind it emitting a faint purple light, collided head-on with the attack of the God of Willow and barely resisted.

The two terrifying forces collided, and the aftermath was like a surging tide, blowing away the surrounding space.

Even so, Mingyu was only able to occasionally fight Liu Shen head-on without getting hurt. The others could only barely resist Liu Shen's attacks, their bodies retreating repeatedly in the violent energy impact, with wounds all over their bodies.

"She's getting stronger again!"

Several people looked at each other, and they could see solemn expressions in each other's eyes. (End of this chapter)