Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

Chapter 750 The world is still in chaos!
Or maybe one day, the fallen and strange Immortal Emperor will return from the long river of time, reclaim his body, and set off a new round of bloody storm.

And Emperor Huang Tian was practicing silently in this desolate place.

The perceptive Dao Ancestors felt that Emperor Huang Tian’s move was definitely not accidental.

Although the fallen Immortal Emperor seemed to have left no inheritance or secret treasures, the strange clan had the forbidden technique to recall the dead.

Emperor Huang Tian practiced in the Jedi, most likely trying to completely erase all traces of the Immortal Emperor's existence and make it impossible for him to be resurrected.

His existence is like an immortal monument, using himself as a shield to protect the peace of the heavens and all worlds.

Even when faced with the most terrifying darkness and unknown, there has never been a moment of retreat.

"Emperor Huangtian..."

When the Dao ancestors of the heavens and myriad worlds silently recite this name, there is always a hint of pilgrimage-like respect in their tone.

The figure sitting cross-legged in the abyss of heaven has long become a totem of faith in their hearts, as if as long as he is there, darkness will never be able to swallow up the light.

Only time is like water, flowing quietly and will not change because of anyone or anything.

On this day, huge waves suddenly arose in the depths of the Sacrifice Sea. Two figures wrapped in terrifying pressure streaked across the sky like meteors and started a fierce battle above the Sacrifice Sea.

Every time they swung a punch or chopped a palm, the space shattered into pieces, and the sea was stirred up with huge waves hundreds of miles high, as if the end of the world had come.

This was a fight between Daozu-level strongmen. Their every gesture showed the majesty of the Dao, but also revealed endless greed and madness.

As the strange clan remained silent for a longer time, the evolved civilizations that had been hidden in the depths of the universe gradually let down their guard. The Immortal Kings and even the Taoist ancestors came out of their seclusion and re-emerged in the heavens.

The root cause of this melee was still the altar fragments scattered everywhere - even though they knew it would be ominous to touch them, countless strong people could not resist the temptation and tried to explore the secrets of the Immortal Emperor from them, or even use them to break through the realm.

This is the case with these two Taoist ancestors.

Not long ago, they joined forces to break into a forbidden area shrouded in a strange aura and took away a piece of altar fragment engraved with ancient sacrificial patterns.

As the news came out, it immediately attracted countless covetous eyes.

You know, before this, many strong men had coveted the remains of the altar of the strange clan, but all of them never returned. Only these fragments, because of the dispersed power, gave them an opportunity to take advantage of.

In recent years, some Immortal Kings have taken this opportunity to take the final step and enter the realm of Daozu.

"boom!"

The Taoist master, who specialized in cultivating his physical body, suddenly raised his hand, with golden light of energy and blood entwined around his fist, like an ancient god of war.

He punched out, the space shattered, and a terrifying air wave swept out like a tsunami.

However, the Taoist who was chasing him was not afraid at all. The spear in his hand suddenly burst into a thousand-foot-long light, and the tip of the spear actually removed the earth-shattering fist force.

In a flash, the figures of the two Taoist ancestors appeared and disappeared in the distorted space.

Those who mainly cultivate their physical bodies become more and more courageous as the battle goes on. Every time they swing their fists, there is a roaring sound of the avenue, as if ancient gods and demons are roaring inside their bodies.

The spear-wielding Taoist was good at both offense and defense, and he wielded his spear so tightly that every shadow of the spear contained the laws of heaven, which could dissolve the opponent's attacks one by one.

"Hand over the fragments and I will spare your life!" The Taoist holding the spear spoke coldly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Dream on!" The flesh-body Daozu grinned fiercely, and the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth turned into golden runes. "With your strength, do you think you are worthy of taking away my opportunity?"

Before he finished speaking, the aura of the two men surged at the same time, and the water of the sacrificial sea was shaken up into the sky, condensing into a huge blood-red water curtain in the air.

On the water curtain, countless patterns intertwined and flickered, and it turned out that the power of the two people was competing against each other.

Upon seeing this, the monks who were watching from afar gasped and hurriedly used their secret methods to retreat - in a battle between Daozu, the slightest mistake would result in crushing death.

And above the heavens, Emperor Huang Tian was still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, turning a deaf ear to the chaos below.

The light bands of laws around him became more and more condensed, and vaguely formed the shadow of an ancient altar, and then a large millstone appeared and quietly erased the altar.

The Dao Ancestors fought a great battle, and the roar of space being torn apart was like a thunderous explosion, and several worlds in the surrounding area shook violently.

The monks watched in horror as spider-web-like cracks appeared in the sky and the water from the sea sacrifice rolled back into the sky, forming layers of water curtains.

"Run away!" Someone shouted, and countless Immortal Kings and True Immortals were like frightened birds. They all took out their own magical weapons and fled madly into the distance.

Some used escape techniques to tear apart the void, and some rode divine beasts to crush the galaxy, for fear that the horrific aftermath that was enough to annihilate the foundation of Taoism would drag themselves into the vortex of the fight between the Taoist ancestors.

However, not all monks chose to retreat.

In the chaotic crowd, several obscure auras quietly fluctuated.

Several powerful men with strong auras had fiery eyes and were secretly practicing their secret techniques, approaching slowly against the flow of people.

There was a gleam of greed and madness in their eyes - if they could pick up some bargains in this great battle, even if they could get a fragment of the laws left behind by the Dao Ancestor, it would be enough to greatly advance their cultivation.

Above the sky, the shadows of several Dao ancestors were looming.

The aura of chaos lingered around them, and their pressure was like an invisible mountain, making it difficult for the monks below to breathe.

One of the white-haired Taoist ancestors stroked his long beard and spoke slowly: "One of them is from heaven, the Taoist Changhui, who has only risen in recent years. Before that, due to the existence of dark creatures, he has never appeared in the world. I didn't expect to see him take action today."

His voice carried the vicissitudes of time, but it couldn't hide the amazement in his words.

Another Dao Ancestor had a solemn expression and said in a deep voice: "The other Canglong Dao Ancestor came from the Evolutionary Civilization of the Heavens, but it is said that he once had an affair with dark creatures, and he seems to be similar to that Evil Emperor!"

As soon as these words were spoken, several cold snorts were heard in the air.

"Then why does he dare to show up?" A female Taoist in red raised her eyebrows, with murderous intent surging around her.

She had experienced the turmoil of darkness and seen too many of her own people die at the hands of the weird clan. At this moment, when she mentioned those who colluded with darkness, the anger in her heart almost burst through the sky.

The other Dao Ancestors shook their heads with complicated expressions.

They also wanted to punish them, but there was no solid evidence, and who would want to make enemies for no reason?

What's more, although the strange clan is temporarily silent now, the four origin places are still like dormant beasts.

No one can guarantee whether those Taoist ancestors hiding in the depths of darkness will be targeted by others because of a certain action.

The strange clan hasn't disappeared yet!
"Forget it, let's wait and see what happens." A gray-robed Taoist sighed.

The Dao Ancestors stopped talking and focused their attention on the battlefield again.

The battle between Daozu Changhui and Daozu Canglong became more and more intense. The roar of the collision of flesh and the light of the interweaving of laws dyed the sky into chaos.

However, just as they were concentrating, a faint chill quietly came over them.

At some point, a Taoist master in black robes appeared beside them. His face was hidden in the shadows, and his aura blended perfectly with the void, as if he was part of the world.

He stood there quietly, his eyes sweeping across the battlefield below, a meaningful arc appearing at the corner of his mouth, but no one noticed the arrival of this uninvited guest.

The void trembled, and the shadows of several Dao ancestors were suspended above the sacrificial sea, with the halo of laws flowing around them, but no one glanced at the black-robed man who appeared quietly.

At this moment, the focus of the entire world was concentrated on the shocking battle below - after the strange clan fell silent, many hidden Dao Ancestors appeared one after another, and this was the first time that Dao Ancestor-level strongmen fought for their lives.

"Haha, the Great Daoist Changhui of the Heavens is fighting against the Great Daoist Canglong of the Evolutionary Civilization of the Heavens."

A white-haired Taoist stroked his beard and chuckled, with a playful light in his eyes.

An ancient bronze lamp appeared behind him, and the flickering flame reflected the surging blood waves below.

The other Dao Ancestors also had different expressions. Some crossed their arms across their chests, while others unconsciously stroked their magic weapons with their fingertips, all of them looking like they were waiting for the show to begin.

In the center of the battlefield, Taoist Changhui's body was like a towering mountain, and every swing of his arm seemed to be the creation of the world.

His bare arms were bulging with blue veins and glowing with a bronze light, outlining the shadows of ancient gods and demons in the void.

Wherever the fist wind passed, the space collapsed like a broken mirror. In the countless dark cracks, one could vaguely see the illusion of falling stars and the collapse of the ancient world.

What is even more frightening is that every time he exerts force, it is in line with the rhythm of the Tao, as if he has turned the laws of the entire world into his own weapons.

On the other hand, Daozu Canglong had a look as solemn as iron.

The most precious treasure he had summoned—a bronze halberd engraved with dragon patterns—was now emitting a dazzling green light.

The dragon pattern on the halberd was lifelike, but it was twisted and deformed under the attack of Taoist Changhui, as if it was bearing the pressure of tens of millions of mountains.

With every collision, runes of the Great Dao would burst out from the tip of the halberd, exploding into brilliant sparks in the air, but would then be annihilated in an instant.

"what!"

Taoist Patriarch Changhui suddenly let out a long roar toward the sky, his voice shaking the nine heavens.

The aura around him surged like a volcanic eruption, and a huge golden statue appeared behind him.

The Dharma image was wearing black armor and holding a huge axe, and was somewhat similar to Pangu, the legendary creator of the world!
This war cry contained the secret inheritance of ancient gods and demons. Wherever the sound waves passed, space collapsed layer by layer and turned into a dark vortex.

Daozu Canglong's face suddenly changed, and his pupils were filled with fear.

He only felt an invisible force hitting his mind like a heavy hammer, causing his natal halberd to vibrate violently and almost slip out of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, a mouthful of golden blood spurted out, drawing a sad arc in the air.

There were actually tiny traces of Dao mixed in the blood, each of which told of his severe injuries and powerlessness at the moment.

The Dao Ancestors who were watching the battle gasped when they saw this.

"That Taoist Changhui of the Heavenly Palace is also quite good. He was able to suppress Taoist Canglong in a fight. It's a pity... it's not as good as the battle between the two ancestors that Taoist Yuan suppressed back then."

A Taoist priest with a bronze sword on his back suddenly spoke, with a hint of emotion in his tone.

The other Dao Ancestors nodded upon hearing this, with memories flashing in their eyes - the scene tens of thousands of years ago when Jiang Yun attacked the Second Ancestor in the name of Daoyuan and severely injured Guidu Dao Ancestor and Huasheng Dao Ancestor with his physical body alone was still imprinted in the depths of their sea of ​​consciousness.

In that battle, Jiang Yun was covered in blood but was full of fighting spirit. The flames of reincarnation wrapped around his fists burned for eternity, and every blow made the space wail as if it could not bear the burden.

He single-handedly fought against two veteran Dao Ancestors, and finally stepped on their bodies to establish his authority. His arrogance and strength frightened all the people who were watching secretly.

Not to mention the terrifying and unpredictable Flame of Reincarnation.

Thinking back on it now, many Dao Ancestors still couldn't help but feel awe, and some even subconsciously looked towards the path of reincarnation, as if the feeling of oppression back then had not dissipated yet.

After a short silence, the Dao Ancestor who had spoken earlier sighed again: "But that Dao Yuan has also been silent in recent years, and no longer goes out like other Dao Ancestors of the Underworld.

Even his Eight Paths of Reincarnation have restrained their expansion.”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and then they showed a look of sudden realization - since the Emperor Huangtian killed the Weird Immortal Emperor, the four original places all stopped their activities. As the Taoist ancestor of the underworld, Jiang Yun naturally had to make a gesture.

However, they didn't know that the Eight Paths of Reincarnation seemed to be law-abiding on the surface, but secretly they were like lurking roots, and never stopped collecting information about the altar fragments.

Those fragmentary clues continuously gathered in Jiang Yun's hands through the Reincarnation Order, and this time, he quietly came to the Sacrifice Sea following the clues.

At this moment, Jiang Yun was wearing a black robe, hiding at the edge of the Taoist crowd watching the battle.

He lowered his eyes, and the aura around him merged into one with the void. Only the light golden Taoist pattern between his eyebrows flickered occasionally, revealing a hint of the mystery of his double pupils.

He deliberately chose the most remote location, and his eyes seemed to casually scan the battlefield, but in fact he was secretly deducing the battle situation - he didn't want to miss any key information, nor did he want to attract other people's attention.

It’s not that Jiang Yun is low-key by nature, but that he has to be cautious.

Thinking of Hou Ming's reminder back then, a sense of vigilance arose in his heart.

As a "traitor" who came from the Sea of ​​Boundaries but joined the strange clan, his identity is inherently sensitive.

If he appeared in the sacrificial sea openly, but Emperor Huang Tian had no reaction, it might be explained that the supreme strong man was immersed in cultivation.

But if he acts recklessly and is not afraid at all, that would be unreasonable.

Jiang Yun hid in the cracks of the void, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the Reincarnation Order, and the ancient runes on it were slightly hot.

He originally wanted to send out an incarnation to investigate, but he remembered the last battle with Taoist Gutuo. Although the incarnation could barely resist, it could only maneuver in the cycle of reincarnation. Once he stepped into the vast battlefield of the Sea of ​​Sacrifice, facing so many veteran Taoists, it would undoubtedly be like an egg hitting a rock.

This time he ventured out of the eighteen levels of the underworld, aiming to seize the altar fragments. Only by fighting in his true form and defeating the enemy with the force of thunder could he be sure of success.

His eyes were deep, looking at the battlefield through layers of void, his mind racing with thoughts.

Although Emperor Huang Tian and the other Immortal Emperors of the Heavens are powerful, as long as he keeps a low profile, they will definitely not attack him.

Those altar fragments were treasures forged by the Immortal Emperors who had been the chief priests of the strange tribes from generation to generation at the cost of countless sacrifices, and were tainted with the aura of the origin of darkness.

Once obtained by the Great Dao Ancestor, it is very easy to be corrupted by it and fall into the realm of weirdness.

Jiang Yun possesses the power of purification and is protected by the flame of reincarnation. In comparison, he is the most suitable person to control the fragments.

Willow God had sent a message to him, asking him to collect more fragments.

Thinking back on it now, Jiang Yun became more determined.

Although the Heavenly Camp had collected many fragments, they did not dare to hand them over to him openly. After all, the ancestors of the Ertu Plateau were watching secretly, and if they were not careful, their plan would be exposed.

Only if he takes action personally can he conceal the truth from so many eyes and ears.

(End of this chapter)