Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

As Jiang Yun raised his hand and waved it lightly, two balls of imperial blood flowed into the bodies of Zhulong and Niu Mo respectively like flowing lights.

This imperial blood is the essence of Guidu Daozu's life. Even if there are only a few drops, the energy contained in it is enough to change the color of the heaven and earth.

To the two of them, it is a supreme treasure.

Zhulong and Niu Mo only felt a hot and powerful force instantly surging into their meridians. Wherever it passed, it seemed as if countless great mantras were exploding in their ears.

The two men's faces instantly turned red, their auras became disordered, and they hurriedly sat down cross-legged, practicing their skills to refine this sudden and great opportunity.

Flames surged around Zhulong, and a layer of golden lines appeared on the red dragon scales.

The Bull Demon's body continued to expand, and mysterious runes were wrapped around his horns. A hint of golden light was faintly visible in the dark green magic fire.

Jiang Yun stood aside, watching the two of them refine the emperor's blood quietly.

His expression was calm, but his eyes were gleaming with planning.

In his heart, Zhulong and Niu Mo are not only loyal subordinates, but also important chess pieces to stir up the chess game of the weird clan in the future.

The stronger they are, the more chips Jiang Yun has in his hand. Whether it is fighting against the hostile forces in the underworld or dealing with the upcoming strange festival, he can occupy a more advantageous position.

"It is far from enough to just absorb the geniuses from all over the world."

Jiang Yun muttered to himself, and the Dao flames around him turned into thousands of runes, outlining mysterious patterns in the void, "The confidants that I personally cultivate are the ones I can truly trust with my back."

In this dark world with undercurrents and crises everywhere, the only way is to build an absolutely loyal and powerful team.

The selection of talents still requires training and examination. There are definitely traitors among them who are trying to take advantage of the situation, so we have to take it slow.

Jiang Yun stood in the center of the dark Taoist world, with Taoist flames surging around him like a golden galaxy, making him look like the master of life and death.

He slowly closed his eyes, restrained his aura, and while he used part of his energy to help Niu Mo and Zhu Long refine the energy, he instantly sank into the deep and vast world of cultivation.

The accumulation of Daoyuan bloodline has always been the most critical core on his path of cultivation, like the cornerstone of a towering building. Every increase brings him one step closer to the peak of the Dao.

Practicing together with Hou Ming is one of the important ways for him to improve his strength. The fusion and collision of the Hell Fire and the Flame of Reincarnation always brings him unexpected insights.

But Jiang Yun knew very well that this path alone was far from enough, and he had to look for opportunities for breakthroughs from more aspects.

His eyes swept across the Reincarnation Order floating in the hall. Those enemies suppressed in it now became "living specimens" for his research. Their blood contained the secrets and laws of their respective races.

The incomplete blood samples he collected during his early travels in the heavens and all realms were like scattered pearls, waiting to be strung together into a dazzling necklace.

Time passes quietly in this boring yet challenging practice, and also moves forward slowly amidst the turbulent undercurrents in the heavens and all worlds.

After Zhulong and Niu Mo left, Jiang Yun called the Black Turtle and the Dark World Tree and encouraged them.

He also helped the two of them refine some of it.

Preparations for the grand sacrifice of the strange tribe are becoming more and more intensive, and the land of heaven is also accumulating strength. A war that sweeps across heaven and earth is like a flood that is ready to break through the embankment at any time.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of years have passed.

On this day, Jiang Yun sat cross-legged on the training platform in the palace. Three million blood runes around his body glowed together, interweaving into a mysterious pattern beside him.

He was concentrating on deducing a new method of blood fusion, trying to forcibly fuse the advantages of bloodlines of different races and create an unprecedented unique and powerful bloodline.

Suddenly, his expression changed violently, the Dao flames around his body trembled violently, his eyes suddenly opened, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, as if two materialized sword energies broke out of his body.

He felt a very special breath fluctuation, which was vague and yet carried a sense of familiarity, as if it came from the distant past, and as if it foreshadowed an impending major change.

This slight fluctuation is like a ripple in the abyss. In the eyes of ordinary cultivators, it is just a breeze blowing through the green duckweed. However, if a spiritual consciousness at the Dao Ancestor level sweeps over it, he will be shocked to realize the huge wave hidden underneath.

At that moment, all the Dao ancestors of the heavens were shocked. They suddenly raised their heads, their eyes piercing through the endless space like sharp swords, looking at the battlefield above the heavens that was beyond the mundane world.
That was the stage for the duel between Emperor Huangtian and the Weird Ancestor. At this moment, a breath of destruction was spreading like ripples.

Many Immortal King-level warriors looked confused. They could barely catch a trace of breath, but it was like looking at flowers through thick fog. They could only see vague light and shadows, unable to distinguish the real from the fake.

"A great change has occurred, and I feel an inexplicable fear!"

The voice of a veteran Immortal King trembled, and the magic weapons around him actually trembled slightly due to his unstable mind.

"It's a shocking battle!" The pupils of another strong man shrank suddenly. He sensed the destructive sword intent overflowing from the space rift.

The heavens are shaking, and that is a power that even the one standing at the pinnacle of Taoism cannot match.

"In the great war above the heavens, who has the upper hand? If it is the dark tribe..."

Before a great Daoist ancestor could finish his words, he suddenly felt a chill.

Daozu had already seen through life and death. Even if his body disintegrated and his soul dissipated, it was only a part of the cycle of reincarnation. But the chill in his heart at this moment was colder than an eternal glacier.

He couldn't imagine what kind of dark abyss the heavens and the world would fall into if the strange tribe won the war.

In the land of heaven, Emperor Mengxian, Emperor Luoxian and a crippled emperor raised their heads at the same time. Although their aura was not as powerful as at their peak, their rhyme of Taoism was more dignified.

"It's Emperor Huang Tian! I feel his supreme sword intent. He is free and he is eternal."

There was a mixture of surprise and worry in Emperor Mengxian's tone. The familiar sword intent was like a giant axe that split open the world, splitting open the fog that shrouded his heart.

"The battle above the heavens has lasted for tens of thousands of years, and it has finally reached the most tense stage!"

Emperor Luo Xian took light steps, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he was ready to take action at any time.

"After such a long fight, is the winner finally going to be decided?"

Deep in the Sea of ​​Sacrifice, in a hidden temple shrouded by numerous formations, the World Tree where the Willow God was sitting cross-legged suddenly began to dance wildly.

She was at the critical juncture of breaking through to the Immortal Emperor realm. The laws of the Dao were surging in her body like rivers and seas, and it seemed that she only lacked the last bit of opportunity to break through.

But at this moment, she suddenly opened her eyes, and the battle scene above was reflected in her eyes.

The familiar breath shocked her mind. Even though she knew it was better to continue working hard than to interrupt her practice, she still resolutely broke out of her retreat.

"Shi Hao..."

The Willow God whispered softly, and the willow branches moved without wind. Thousands of runes outlined the contours of the battlefield in the void.

She could feel that the shocking war that had lasted for tens of thousands of years had reached the final decisive moment.

Although the sword intent of Emperor Huang Tian was still powerful, the aura of the strange ancestor was even more obscure and difficult to understand. The aftermath of the collision of the two forces was like the vibration of butterfly wings, setting off a storm in the heavens and the myriad worlds. At this moment, whether it was the Dao Ancestor of the Great Dao of Heaven or the dormant strongmen of the dark world, they all felt the oppression brought by this fluctuation.

A final battle concerning the survival of heaven and earth has already begun, and they will all become witnesses of this war.

Or a burial object!
An inexplicable aura was like a fierce wind from the Netherworld, sweeping across the four source areas of the underworld in an instant.

The ancient Taoist ancestors who were sleeping suddenly opened their eyes. The strange vision of the shaking heavens was reflected in their pupils, and the aura around them surged violently and uncontrollably, as if a volcano that had been calm for a long time was about to erupt.

Above the Soul River, the waves of soul light were surging wildly. Kong Zunben was using intimidation and inducement to win over a Taoist ancestor, trying to persuade the other party to fall into darkness during this sacrificial period and join the Soul River camp.

But at this moment, a familiar and heart-pounding breath pierced through the void like a sharp sword and pierced his heart.

His face suddenly changed, and the words he had been talking about came to an abrupt end. He almost didn't have time to collect the secret treasures he had collected. His body was like a frightened bird, and he tore through space in panic and fled towards the depths of the Soul River.

In his mind, although the outcome of the great battle above heaven will definitely be victory for the ancestral land of the plateau, after all, the ancestors have not yet taken action.

The terrifying fighting power of Emperor Huang Tian that could sweep away everything made him dare not have the slightest chance of luck, for fear that this peerless strong man would swing his sword to settle accounts with the dark forces at the end of the war.

The Four Pole Floating Earth and the Heavenly Emperor Burial Pit, these two strange places are the most mysterious among the four origins. On weekdays, they are so quiet that they seem like the forbidden zone of death, and even the trace of breath fluctuation is hard to find.

However, at this moment, the void began to twist like a boiling oil pan, and figures that had been hidden for many years emerged one after another.

Their bodies were covered with ancient and strange runes, and they exuded a suffocating aura. However, under the impact of this inexplicable aura, they rushed towards the depths of the origin with solemn expressions.

Those Dao ancestors who usually live in seclusion and rarely show up suddenly appeared one after another, which shows how strong the shock brought by this aura is.

Deep within the underworld, the eighteen layers of the abyss trembled violently, as if the entire underworld was about to be torn apart.

The dark fog surged out like a tide, and one powerful figure after another suddenly rushed out from the bottom of the abyss.

Some of them have ferocious faces, some have eerie auras, and they are all well-known and powerful figures in the underworld.

Even the Blood River Daozu, who had been claiming to be recuperating in seclusion, rarely left the place where he was recuperating.

He was surrounded by blood mist, his face was as pale as paper, but he suppressed his injuries forcefully, his eyes full of fear: "It's Emperor Huang Tian again!"

Those three words came out of his mouth as if carrying endless fear and despair.

The Dao Ancestors who had responded to the call and gone to fight in the heavens were all trembling at this moment.

Their thoughts were involuntarily drawn back to the tragic war in the past.

Back then, Emperor Huang Tian swung his sword across the sky, and the terrifying sword light broke through the obstruction of the three Immortal Emperors. Wherever it passed, the space collapsed.

More than a dozen Taoist ancestors who were tainted with weirdness, these powerful men who had lived through countless sacrifices and seen many storms, were like fragile ants under the sword light, and their bodies and souls were destroyed in an instant.

That shocking scene had long been deeply imprinted in their hearts, becoming a nightmare they would never forget.

Now, a similar aura appears again, how can they not panic and tremble.

It seemed as if the terrifying sword light that was powerful enough to kill everything would fall on their heads the next moment.

The Sea of ​​Realm is also a mysterious place that has existed since time immemorial, as if carrying the vicissitudes of the heavens and all realms.

At the end of the sea, the ancient sword light that had existed for countless epochs was like a sleeping dragon, but at this moment it suddenly shook violently.

The sword lights crisscrossed like lightning that cut through the darkness. Every tremor caused ripples in the void, as if to tear the space apart.

Although the cultivators on the other side of the sea boundary could not directly sense the heart-pounding aura above the heavens, the sudden change in the sword light before their eyes was enough to make them terrified.

"Is the road to heaven about to open?" An Immortal King's face turned pale, with fear that was hard to conceal in his voice.

"Perhaps... they are the vanguards of another group of dark forces!" Another elder clenched the magic weapon in his hand, his eyes full of vigilance.

"Not good! Go and inform Immortal King Chu Xuan!" As everyone was in panic, voices rose and fell on the shore of the Sea Boundary.

However, they didn't know that Immortal King Chu Xuan had already noticed something unusual.

He was wearing armor, holding an ancient weapon, standing at the edge of the sea boundary, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring at the ever-changing sword light.

He had a heavy aura, as if facing a formidable enemy. Every nerve in his body was tense, and he was ready to deal with any possible crisis at any time.

At this moment, they suddenly thought of someone, but they couldn't remember that person's appearance clearly.

In the Origin World on this side of the Boundary Sea, because of Jiang Yun's message to reassure them, although everyone was uneasy, they could only suppress their restlessness and wait and see what would happen.

This sudden change was like a huge rock dropped into a calm lake, causing huge waves in the heavens and the world, and shaking the hearts of every living being.

And at the source where countless gazes converged, Emperor Huang Tian was standing in the center of the battlefield above the sky, holding a long sword in his hand, his figure as majestic as an immortal monument.

At this moment, he was fighting fiercely with the three Dark Immortal Emperors. The runes of the Great Dao around the four of them were flashing wildly, sometimes condensing into a dazzling galaxy, and sometimes being instantly wiped out by the violent energy impact.

The horrific aftermath of the battle was like a torrent of destruction. Even someone as powerful as Daozu would be just an ant in front of this force and would be annihilated in an instant.

The battlefield above the heavens has long become a chaotic place.

The battle between Emperor Huang Tian and the three Immortal Emperors has lasted for who knows how many tens of thousands of years.

The passing of time seemed to have lost its meaning in this fierce battle.

Emperor Huang Tian's body is still upright, and his never-give-up spirit has not diminished in the slightest.

He kept swinging his sword, and every swing was accompanied by an earth-shaking roar. Piece after piece of the outside world was shattered and torn apart under the sword light, turning into dust in the universe.

Since rising from the dark turmoil, Emperor Huang Tian has already forged an invincible heart of Tao through countless battles.

He was used to tempering himself in the flames of war, drawing strength and strengthening his essence from the hardships of war.

Looking back to the past, when he first reached the quasi-emperor realm, he dared to fight four powerful enemies for tens of thousands of years. This astonishing feat has long become a legend in the heavens and all worlds.

And now, facing the siege of three Immortal Emperors, he was fighting one against three, not only did he not lose the upper hand, but he became more and more courageous as the battle went on.

As the battle continued, his aura became more powerful and his sword intent became more fierce.

On the other hand, the three Immortal Emperors, despite trying their best, could only rely on the ancient sacrificial texts and symbols to hold on. (End of this chapter)