Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

Under the oppression of Emperor Huang Tian, ​​they gradually showed signs of decline.

Looking back in the past, when Jiang Yun first crossed the sword light containing supreme power, the three Dark Immortal Emperors had already retreated under the pressure of Emperor Huang Tian.

At that time, Emperor Huang Tian was still able to spare some strength, and with a stunning sword light, he instantly killed several strange Taoist masters. The strength he displayed was just the tip of the iceberg, far from his true strength.

This kind of strength that makes light of heavy tasks has already left an indelible mark of shock in the hearts of the strong in all the heavens and worlds.

The stars have moved, and tens of thousands of years have passed in a hurry.

In order to resist the terrifying offensive of Emperor Huang Tian, ​​the three Immortal Emperors had to stimulate their own original imperial blood time and time again and use the power of their essence and blood to nourish the sacrificial talismans.

Dark red imperial blood dripped from their fingertips, and each drop seemed to contain the power to create the world. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding space was twisted and kneaded as if by an invisible giant hand, showing strange wrinkles.

It seemed as if one miniature world after another was sealed in the emperor’s blood, with an ancient and mysterious rhyme of Tao flowing through it.

However, even though the three Immortal Emperors spared no expense, the light of the sacrificial talisman was still unable to withstand the attack of Emperor Huang Tian. From being dazzling at the beginning, it gradually dimmed and finally became dull.

Every time the Emperor Blood was stimulated, the bodies of the three Immortal Emperors could not stop shaking violently. Their faces became paler and the light in their eyes gradually dimmed, revealing fatigue and despair that were difficult to conceal.

The supreme imperial blood that Jiang Yun bestowed on Niu Mo and Zhulong was also extremely precious, condensing the life essence of the quasi-emperor, but compared with the original imperial blood of a true immortal emperor, it was like a firefly in the dark night and the scorching sun in the sky, the difference was immeasurable.

Every drop of the Immortal Emperor's original blood is a supreme secret treasure that is regarded as a treasure by the ancestral land of the plateau. Even if the Taoist who is invincible in the world spends all his life, he will never be able to exchange for even a drop.

Only when the sacrifice is over and outstanding military achievements are made, will there be a chance to receive such a reward.

But now, under the overwhelming offensive of Emperor Huang Tian, ​​these extremely precious imperial bloods have become the most common consumables.

The three Immortal Emperors shed their imperial blood desperately, but they could only barely block a few swords from Emperor Huang Tian.

Every time a sword fell, it carried the power to destroy the world and made the three Immortal Emperors run for their lives.

"Emperor Huang Tian, ​​please don't go too far!"

An Immortal Emperor could no longer hold on and roared in anger.

He had already been seriously injured, his blood and essence were almost exhausted, and he was the weakest among the three emperors. His roar at this moment was full of unwillingness and despair.

"Do you really want to kill us?"

The other two Immortal Emperors also roared together. The aura around them surged wildly, and the extremely terrifying power spread in the surroundings.

If this power exploded in the Sacrifice Sea, it would be enough to destroy countless worlds in an instant and set off an earth-shaking catastrophe.

However, in this battlefield above the heavens that gathered the most powerful forces between heaven and earth, their roars and strength were like a drop in the ocean, unable to cause much waves.

Emperor Huang Tian stood in the center of the battlefield, like an eternal and unchanging towering mountain, and turned a deaf ear to the roars of the three Immortal Emperors.

The long sword in his hand rose and fell without any frills, and each sword carried the rhythm of simplicity, just like an old farmer leisurely hoeing in the fields, or like a craftsman carefully polishing a treasure passed down from generation to generation.

The seemingly random sword moves contained the power to create the world. Every swing caused the space above the sky to tremble violently, and let out a wail as it could not bear the heavy burden.

The three Immortal Emperors hastily put up a defense with ancient sacrificial texts, and the runes intertwined into a blood-red light curtain. In the eyes of ordinary strong men, this layer of defense was as solid as a rock and seamless, as if it could withstand all attacks in the world.

However, in the eyes of Emperor Huang Tian that can see through the past and present, even the most perfect defense will have flaws.

His sword was like a nimble dragon, always able to accurately pierce the weak points of the sacrificial text. Wherever the sword pointed, the blood-colored runes shattered.

Every time the sword fell, the blood-red light on the sacrificial text was like a flash in the pan, and after a brief flash, it returned to deathly silence, and the protective power also rapidly dissipated with each impact.

Seeing that the defense was crumbling, the three Immortal Emperors had no choice but to continue to frantically stimulate the essence of their imperial blood.

Dark red blood gushed out from their bodies, condensed into hideous blood patterns in the void, and merged into the sacrificial text.

But as time went on, a feeling of despair spread in their hearts.

"No, we can't go on like this!"

This thought was like a heavy hammer, constantly striking their hearts.

The realm of the Immortal Emperor is already extraordinary and otherworldly. Even if one dies, he can be resurrected from the long river of time through special means.

However, the essence and blood in their bodies are not endless.

The continuous consumption of Emperor Huang Tian was like a blunt knife, cutting into their vitality bit by bit.

Once their blood and essence are exhausted, what awaits them is true death.

Even if he could be resurrected in his ancestral land in the future, he would pay a heavy price - his own potential would be greatly depleted, his status in the hearts of the ancestors would plummet, and he would lose the opportunity to rise again.

Frustration and helplessness overwhelmed the minds of the three Immortal Emperors like a tide.

They thought that with the three of them joining forces and charging out from the Ertu Plateau, they would be able to suppress Emperor Huangtian with the force of thunder, and then set off an unprecedented earth-shattering sacrifice, causing countless worlds to shatter in the darkness and the wails of living beings to resound throughout the universe.

But the reality is like a basin of cold water, which completely chills their ambitions and pride.

Now, not only did they fail to achieve their goal, but they were forced into a desperate situation by Emperor Huang Tian. Every defense seemed so powerless, and every counterattack was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

This battle completely overturned their expectations, and made them deeply realize the horror and power of Huang in despair.

The three Immortal Emperors were defeated step by step under the continuous attacks of Emperor Huang Tian. Resentment and regret surged in their hearts, and they had the same idea at the same time.

"It's because the intervals between our past great festivals were too long that allowed such characters to grow up."

An Immortal Emperor gritted his teeth, his voice full of resentment, as if he wanted to turn back time and strangle the rise of Emperor Huang Tian.

“We must never make such a mistake again.”

The other man was surrounded by black mist, and his eyes flashed with madness. "We must kill all geniuses, even if it will damage the efficiency of the Grand Ceremony!"

Even if it means sacrificing some of the high priest's interests, all threats must be nipped in the bud. This resolute idea has taken root in the hearts of the three.

They looked at each other and saw the ruthlessness of being ready to die in each other's eyes.

However, they never thought about why the ancestors of the plateau behind them remained silent and allowed Emperor Huang Tian to grow step by step into an existence that frightened them.

"Fight him! Don't let him grind you to death!"

With a roar, the three strange immortal emperors finally stopped passively defending and decided to fight hard. Unlike those strange creatures who fell into confusion and frenzy when the great sacrifice was mentioned, the strange immortal emperors were also infected by the strange aura, but they still retained some rationality and planning.

At this moment, obscure prayers were slowly uttered from their mouths, and every syllable seemed to contain the power to create the world, and also seemed to contain a curse to destroy everything.

The black runes, which were the substance of the prayer culture, swirled and intertwined in the void, causing the laws of the great Dao to tremble violently. The entire world above the heavens was twisted and deformed under this force.

Their hands danced like butterflies flying through flowers, making extremely complex movements and forming mysterious and inexplicable seals.

In an instant, altars emitting monstrous blood energy slowly emerged from the depths of the void. These altars were towering into the clouds, and each one was billions of miles in size.

Each one is filled with a sickening, ominous and weird atmosphere, as if it is the source of evil and the gathering place of all darkness and corruption in the world.

These altars are the supreme treasures obtained by the weird Immortal Emperors from countless grand sacrifices. After countless sacrifices, they have kept them hidden. Even the weird Taoist masters from the four sources of the underworld know nothing about it.

Only the founder of the Pollen Road who had fought his way into the plateau that year had had the good fortune to witness the horror of these altars.

Compared with the altars in front of him, the Evil Emperor's altar that Jiang Yun once suppressed was like a toy in a child's hand, not worth mentioning.

Not only that, the phantoms of several Immortal Emperor soldiers also emerged. Although these phantoms were only projections, they exuded a terrifying pressure that was enough to make the heavens and all worlds tremble.

Above the sea sacrifice heavens, countless spectators trembled under this pressure. They didn't even have the courage to look directly at it. They could only close their eyes tightly, their hearts filled with fear and awe.

The atmosphere on the entire battlefield suddenly became more depressing, and a more brutal battle was about to break out.

Jiang Yun stood with his hands behind his back at the top of the eighteen-layer abyss at the source of the underworld. Black fog surged under his feet like thousands of galloping horses, and strange roars came faintly from the bottom of the abyss.

The flames of reincarnation around him were looming, but his gaze penetrated the endless void and was firmly locked on the battlefield above the sky.

Watching the fierce battle between Emperor Huang Tian and the three weird Immortal Emperors, his heart couldn't help but tighten. Although he knew that Emperor Huang Tian had great luck and shouldn't die here at this moment, the thrilling scene before him still made him secretly sweat for this amazing figure.

Beside him, Hou Ming was surrounded by the dark blue hellfire. She noticed that Jiang Yun looked different, but she misunderstood the reason for his worry. She said with a firm tone: "Don't worry, the three immortal emperors who came from the ancestral land will definitely defeat the Desolate Emperor this time."

Her voice was as cold as the wind in the underworld, and her eyes flashed with trust in the strong men of the strange clan.

Jiang Yun was slightly stunned, then nodded as usual.

In this strange clan, you need to disguise your identity at all times.

But deep in his heart, a firm idea has arisen - he must eliminate the strange aura on Hou Ming as soon as possible and purify her completely.

This is not only to save a soul corroded by darkness, but also a crucial part of his undercover plan.

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield above the sky suddenly changed.

The three Immortal Emperors mobilized the altar that exuded monstrous blood energy, as well as the Immortal Emperor weapons that were surrounded by phantom shadows. For a moment, blood-colored runes covered the sky, and terrifying pressure swept across the heavens like a tide.

Surprisingly, Emperor Huang Tian did not take advantage of the situation to launch an attack. Instead, he put away his sword and stood there, restraining his sword intent, as if he was deliberately waiting for the other party to be fully prepared.

For Emperor Huang Tian, ​​fighting with the strong is never a simple fight, but a practice to temper his Tao heart and sharpen his sword intent.

He had long realized that only by reaching the realm of sacrifice could he step into the Ertu Plateau and fight the dormant ancestors.

For him, this long battle with the three Immortal Emperors was a perfect opportunity to accumulate the "materials" for a breakthrough.

However, as time went by, the effect of ordinary battle training had become increasingly weak. This time, he allowed his opponents to prepare, in fact, he wanted to exert pressure, test the background of the strange clan, and even lure out a more powerful existence.

Unfortunately, the effect is not good at the moment.

"Are you ready? Then I'm going to take action!"

Emperor Huang Tian's voice was calm, as if he was talking about daily trivial matters, but the contempt contained in it was as tangible as a punch.

These indifferent words, like the fuse that ignited explosives, completely angered the three Immortal Emperors.

They were already filled with anger due to their previous disadvantage, and now they were emboldened again and could no longer hold back, roaring in unison and launching an attack.

For a moment, heaven and earth lost their color, and all the great formations in the heavens made a buzzing sound under the heavy pressure of this terrifying force.

"Huang, don't be too arrogant! You let us prepare, this is your biggest mistake!"

An immortal emperor's eyes were bloodshot, his long black hair fluttered without wind, and the strange aura surrounding his body turned into a hideous face.

As he waved his hand, several blood-red altars suddenly changed their positions, outlining a mysterious killing formation in the void, like a huge mouth spewing fangs, tightly surrounding the figure of Emperor Huang Tian.

In an instant, an extremely strong and strange aura surged like a tide, attempting to refine Emperor Huang Tian alive.

Emperor Huang Tian still looked calm, and there was even a hint of pity in his eyes.

He shook his wrist slightly, and the long sword turned into a dazzling sword light that tore through the void and crashed straight into the bloody altar.

In an instant, the laws of heaven and earth trembled violently, and the runes of the Great Dao poured down like a rainstorm.

Wherever the sword light passed, the strange aura on the altar dissipated in large pieces like ice and snow meeting the sun, revealing mottled cracks on the altar itself - those were the traces left by time and sword intent.

Although there were many altars, none of them were as big as the black altar that he had knocked down at the beginning.

The aftermath of the battle above the sky was like an invisible giant hammer, penetrating through layers of spatial barriers and smashing heavily on the sacrificial sea.

Although the aftermath was only one ten-thousandth of its power, it still shook the world.

The sea water in the sacrifice sea surged violently like boiling water, and countless blood-colored waves evaporated instantly under the high temperature, forming a water mist that covered the sky and the sun.

The huge waves carried the power of destruction and spread in all directions. Wherever they passed, the remaining world collapsed and the starry sky shattered.

The aftermath of Daozu's great battle seemed as ridiculous as a child's fight in the face of such power.

Countless strong men panicked and tried their best to escape to the most remote corners of the Sacrifice Sea.

They thought that by hiding in this desolate land and avoiding being contaminated by the altar fragments, they could escape the pursuit of the strange clan. However, they never expected that this shocking battle spanning the sky and the sacrificial sea would not give any living creature the opportunity to stay out of it.

Even the smallest aftermath would be a disaster for them.

For a moment, cries and wails were heard one after another, but they were soon drowned out by the roar of the laws of the universe.

At this moment, in all the heavens and the myriad worlds, whether it is the sea sacrifice or the heavens, the battlefield above the heavens is even more so, there is no pure land anymore. (End of this chapter)