Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

The Taoist Master Ran Gu, who had once faced the sword light of Emperor Huang Tian, ​​was now slumped on the ground. The joints all over his body made a teeth-grinding "cracking" sound, and his trembling body was completely unable to control itself.

He looked at his trembling hands, which had been swept by the aftermath of the sword light. Although the surface was intact at the moment, the inside was already full of holes. A ray of light containing supreme sword intent was deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul. Whenever he thought of it, it was like a thousand ants gnawing at his heart.

The other eyewitnesses were not in a much better condition. Some frowned in silence, while others paced back and forth. The horrifying sword light had become an indelible nightmare in their hearts.

Jiang Yun fell from the void and stood steadily beside Hou Ming.

His eyes were as fast as lightning, and after scanning around, his pupils shrank slightly - the Taoist Ancestor of the Underworld disappeared!

Just as he was about to ask, a dark crack suddenly appeared in the void, and the Taoist Ancestor of the Underworld walked out with tremendous pressure, and the strange aura lingering around him seemed to be suppressed a little.

"Cease fire!" The voice of the Underworld Dao Ancestor was low and cold, like a judgment coming from the deepest part of the Nine Netherworld Abyss. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the Dao Ancestors.

These words came out of nowhere, yet they carried with them an unquestionable arrogance. For a moment, the underworld was completely silent, with only the howling sound of the wind in the abyss.

As the second most powerful person in the underworld, Di Tian Dao Zu stepped forward and asked with his hands clasped, "Are we going to cease fire with Heaven?"

Although he tried to keep his voice steady, he could not hide his uneasiness.

In recent years, the power of the Underworld Taoist has become increasingly powerful, and he may not be far from that realm. If the grand sacrifice fails this time, the next one will be about the same.

Although the other Dao Ancestors did not speak, they all pricked up their ears and stared at the Dao Ancestor of the Underworld.

In fact, they had already had a premonition in their hearts. Emperor Huang Tian killed a strange Immortal Emperor with his own strength and scared away the other two. That kind of invincible power had already shocked the heavens.

Unless the sleeping ancestors of the Ertu Plateau take action personally, how could these Taoist ancestors have the courage to go against God?
Although these Dao Ancestors were infected by the strange aura, they did not completely lose their minds.

On weekdays, although they also participate in the actions of the strange clan, they will only go crazy and do whatever they want when it comes to the great sacrifice and other moments when they are deeply controlled by the strange power.

At this moment, facing the terrifying power of Emperor Huang Tian that was enough to change the world, their remaining sanity was clamoring wildly - if they acted rashly again, once Emperor Huang Tian was provoked to break away from his cultivation state, a flash of sword would fall from his hand, and the entire underworld would be doomed!

I'm afraid that even the source of the underworld would be easily pierced like paper in front of such terrifying sword intent.

The Taoist Patriarch of the Underworld looked around at everyone, a barely perceptible trace of fatigue flashed across his eyes, but he remained majestic as always: "Yes, immediately issue an order to stop all actions against the Heavens and the Heavens, and keep quiet for the time being."

A thick dark cloud enveloped the underworld like a substance, making it hard for the Taoist ancestors to breathe.

What was hanging above his head was no longer an illusory metaphor, but a real giant sword.

It seemed as if the sword of Emperor Huang Tian would fall at any time. If one was not careful, one would be shattered to pieces. Anyone who ignored this threat would be doomed to pay with his life.

"Did everyone take advantage of this?"

The Taoist Patriarch of the Underworld had a gloomy expression that was almost black, his angular face was tense, and the aura around him was terribly suppressed.

But in the end, he nodded slowly, his voice hoarse and heavy: "That's right! I have already discussed with the Dao ancestors of the Soul River, the Four Extremes Floating Earth, and the Emperor's Burial Pit. Unless the ancestral land calls us, we will not go to war with the Heavens and the Heavens for the time being."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared like smoke, leaving only an empty space, still echoing with lingering resentment.

Behind these rational decisions was a feeling of frustration and helplessness. He did not want to stay any longer and just wanted to leave this suffocating atmosphere.

When the other Dao Ancestors heard this, their tense bodies instantly relaxed and they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, we were not sent to die again."

A Taoist ancestor murmured with lingering fear. "From now on, not only should we not provoke Heaven at will, but we should also not make any plans against other forces."

Another Dao Ancestor looked alert and reminded with lingering fear.

"Let's sleep for a while and wait for the ancestors to take action!"

Someone suggested, his tone full of fatigue and helplessness.

"Hey, why is Emperor Huang Tian so powerful?"

Everyone shook their heads, with hearts full of doubt and awe, and hid in the abyss deep in the underworld. That dark corner seemed to be their temporary safe haven.

Hou Ming stood quietly there, looking at Jiang Yun with burning eyes, with complex emotions surging in his eyes, including worry, concern, and a hint of unspeakable feelings.

She opened her mouth, as if she had a thousand words to say, but in the end she just sighed and her expression returned to calm: "Daoyuan, you have to be careful."

Jiang Yun, who was immersed in the memories of observing Emperor Huang Tian's cultivation, felt his heart tighten suddenly when he heard the words. The hairs on his body stood up. He thought his hidden identity was exposed, and his voice tightened unconsciously.

"I...why should I be careful? Will Emperor Huang Tian use his sword to kill me?"

Hou Ming sighed again, his eyes full of helplessness and heartache: "How is this possible? After all, he is Emperor Huang Tian! What I mean is, those two traitors of the Heaven were accepted by you, how could the Heaven let it go?

What if God wants to trouble you? "

Her tone was gentle and urgent, and every word revealed her concern for Jiang Yun.

After that, she held Jiang Yun's hand tightly and sincerely advised: "From now on, stay in seclusion and practice with me. As long as you stay in the Eighteenth Abyss, even the heavens can do nothing about it."

Jiang Yun looked at the majestic figure of Emperor Huang Tian sitting cross-legged and practicing in the sky, and thought to himself: If he really wants to break into the four ancient source lands, the ancestral land deep in the Ertu Plateau will inevitably stir up huge waves. How can those sleeping ancestors sit idly by?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Hou Ming's concerned words echoed in his ears again. Warmth instantly surged into his heart, making him almost forget the strange atmosphere surrounding him.

Unable to control his emotions, Jiang Yun tentatively reached out his hand and grabbed Hou Ming's soft hand.

The hands were slightly cool, yet had a unique warmth, as if they contained unknown secrets from the depths of the underworld.

But Hou Ming was like a frightened spirit deer, reacting very quickly to break free, his figure turned into a ray of faint blue light, and instantly disappeared into the abyss, leaving only the ethereal voice echoing in the void: "Alright, let's go back and practice."

Looking at the direction where Hou Ming disappeared, Jiang Yun stood there in a daze.

Her attitude was so complex and changeable. She was full of concern the moment before, and deep worry was hidden in her words.

The next moment, he seemed like a different person, keeping people at a distance, cold and distant.

This capricious behavior is just like the unpredictable clouds in the sky, sometimes condensing into gentle shapes, and sometimes dispersing into formless forms, making it difficult to understand her true intentions.

But Jiang Yun knew that Hou Ming was no ordinary woman. She had gone through countless years of precipitation and cultivated an extremely firm mind, and would not be easily shaken by love. He frowned, his eyes were deep, and he secretly guessed in his heart: Maybe the secret method used by the three immortal emperors of the weird clan just now left unpredictable sequelae. Even if Hou Ming was strong, the hell fire could contain the weirdness and ominousness, but it was still inevitably affected.

"This strange influence is really mysterious."

Jiang Yun sighed in his heart, and with a heart full of doubts and helplessness, he followed Hou Ming's footsteps and stepped into the bottomless abyss.

After returning to the underworld, Jiang Yun immediately issued orders to the powerful men in the eight reincarnations through the Reincarnation Order, requiring them to remain silent for a while and hide their edge.

This time, the four origin places made the decision to cease fire at the same time. The Dark Dao Ancestor Immortal King was retreating, and the momentum was huge. In comparison, the actions of the Eight Paths of Reincarnation seemed less prominent and naturally did not attract the attention of others.

After Zhulong, Niu Mo and Xuangui learned the order, they were filled with disappointment.

They had been granted precious imperial blood by Jiang Yun and were filled with gratitude. They had wanted to show their skills on the battlefield to repay this kindness.

But now he can only lie dormant, and you can imagine how frustrated he feels.

The other Taoist masters, looking at the special treatment that Zhulong and Niu Mo had received from the Emperor's Blood, were filled with envy and jealousy. They wished they could have such an opportunity, but they never succeeded.

At the same time, the thoughts of the Dao Ancestors of the other three source places, namely the Soul River, the Four Pole Floating Earth, and the Heavenly Emperor Burial Pit, were almost the same as those of the people in the underworld.

They all restrained their edges, not only no longer competing with the Heavens, but also avoiding other forces. They no longer showed their figures in the heavens and all realms. They were like poisonous snakes hiding in the darkness, quietly waiting for the next opportunity to come.

The entire strange force seemed to have fallen into a strange silence in an instant, as if under the intimidation of Emperor Huang Tian.

But beneath this calm appearance, there are actually undercurrents surging, and no one knows when the storm will come again.

Kong Zun stood by the Soul River, black mist surging around him like a raging tide, and his handsome face was distorted to be almost hideous.

He thought that the plans he had painstakingly planned and the shocking situations he had secretly laid out were foolproof, but they were shattered by a single sword from Emperor Huang Tian and turned into nothing.

At this moment, he was so angry that his teeth were itching. He had wanted to attract more powerful people to get involved in the strange aura and strengthen the Soul River. But now not only has his plan failed, even those Dao Ancestors who had already "jumped into the water" have distanced themselves from him, for fear of being implicated by him.

"Deserves to be killed!"

Kong Zun let out a long howl toward the sky, his voice filled with resentment and resentment, as if he wanted to vent all his anger.

The roar was like a thunderclap, causing the surface of the Soul River to surge and countless wronged souls to scream miserably in the river.

The other Dao Ancestors of Soul River saw this scene from afar, all with solemn expressions, not daring to breathe, and no one dared to step forward to ask questions.

As the four origin places of the Ancient Underworld, the Soul River, the Four Pole Floating Earth, and the Heavenly Emperor's Burial Pit all restrained their edges, the entire sacrificial sea fell into an eerie calm in an instant.

The sacrificial sea, which used to be turbulent and filled with a weird and ominous atmosphere, now became docile like a tamed beast.

The strange black fog that permeated the sky and the earth gradually thinned, and the ominous aura receded like the tide.

This seemingly peaceful scene, like a sweet dream, makes countless creatures intoxicated.

Countless monks from evolved civilizations cheered upon seeing this. They thought they had luckily avoided a world-destroying catastrophe and escaped from the shadow of destruction.

In their opinion, the dark creatures had suffered a severe blow in this battle, and it was very likely that they would never recover and would never be able to stir up trouble again.

As a result, those Taoist ancestors who had been hiding in the dark also appeared one after another, reopened their temples, recruited disciples, and tried to strengthen themselves in this seemingly peaceful period.

However, they overlooked one thing - the fragments of the altar that collapsed in the Forsaken Land in the past are still scattered everywhere, and now they are even scattered in the heavens.

Although these fragments are broken and incomplete, they still contain earth-shaking power that can amplify the laws of the great way and the horrific secrets of the strange clan.

There are still powerful Dao Ancestors lurking in the dark, with greed flashing in their eyes, trying to snatch the altar fragments.

You know, in the past, such behavior was undoubtedly playing with fire and would definitely attract the crazy pursuit of the Taoist ancestors of the weird clan.

But now that the strange clan has become silent, they can no longer suppress the greed in their hearts and think that the risks of taking action at this time are much smaller.

Even if the weirdness disappears, the fight will continue and never stop.

"Haha, thank you Emperor Huang Tian for your help!" On the edge of the sea, a white-haired Taoist raised his arms and shouted, tears streaming down his eyes.

He had witnessed the devastation of all living things in the heavens and the world during the dark turmoil. Now, looking at the world that had regained its vitality, it seemed like a lifetime ago.

This is indeed a new era. Although no one knows when this peace will be broken, compared with the dead silence and desolation of the past, the world today is surging with vigorous vitality, just like a dry riverbed welcoming the spring rain.

Time flies, and thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Those evolved civilizations that had briefly formed an alliance due to a strange threat suddenly tore each other apart and started fierce infighting for resources and territory.

The flames of war spread across the heavens, with roars and wails rising and falling one after another, as if they had long forgotten the threat of the dark tribe.

The entire universe fell into conflict again, and the focus of this chaos was the altar fragments scattered everywhere - those broken objects that still exuded terrifying oppression became treasures fought over by various forces. Shocking battles unfolded around them, and blood dyed the galaxy red.

However, even when the fighting was the most intense, the monks would occasionally look up at the sky, and a hint of awe would always unconsciously reveal in their eyes.

The direction they were staring at was the place where Emperor Huang Tian was practicing in seclusion.

The corpse of the strange Immortal Emperor who was killed at that time has turned into a new Jedi.

The area was filled with inky black fog, the space was twisted into a strange vortex, and heart-pounding roars were heard from time to time.

If this desolate place appeared in the heavens and myriad worlds, its horror would be no less than the famous Emperor's Tomb.

Even if the cultivators were watching from an infinitely great distance, they would feel their blood solidify and their cultivation stagnate, as if an invisible pair of hands were suppressing their foundation of Taoism.

Fortunately, this piece of Jedi is suspended high above the sky and has not posed a direct threat to the Sea of ​​Sacrifice and the heavens.

Many Dao ancestors warned their descendants and listed that direction as a taboo place: "Don't peek, it's a devil abyss that can devour the soul!"

Every place where an immortal emperor fell contains unimaginable dangers - perhaps after countless sacrifices, it will gradually dissipate with the passage of time. (End of this chapter)