Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

"The Dark Ancestor of the Universe has retired. This is the best opportunity. I must get the altar fragments no matter what this time!"

Jiang Yun made a secret decision in his heart. The aura around him fluctuated slightly, and traces of unfamiliar avenues appeared faintly on his body surface.

He glanced at the fierce battle between Daozu Changhui and Daozu Canglong, thinking about how to seize the treasure in one fell swoop when both sides were defeated.

Prior to this, Emperor Huang Tian displayed his divine power and killed an Immortal Emperor.

But the Evil Earth Plateau remained indifferent, and did not even try to rescue the two Immortal Emperors who had escaped, as if it did not matter if they died. It was really too unfathomable!

Such calmness made Jiang Yun feel a strong sense of crisis.

Under the plateau shrouded in chaotic fog, there sleeps an existence far more terrifying than the Dao Ancestor - the aura of an ancestor-level strong man is looming, not to mention the rumored number of more than three Immortal Emperors.

If those beings really break through, the heavens will surely set off a wave of world destruction.

The background of the strange clan is as unfathomable as the abyss. Under each layer of ripples lies a secret that is enough to subvert the laws of nature. At this moment, he is just a peeper standing on the edge of the abyss and has not yet touched its core.

"The way to break the impasse..." he muttered to himself, his fingertips lightly brushing over the ancient patterns on his body. A golden-red flame rose up, sizzling the void in the distance, "The only way is to become stronger."

He knew that in this world where the strong prey on the weak, all plans had to be based on absolute power.

The strange runes on the altar fragments may be the key to unlocking the secrets of the cursed land.

At the same time, on the other side of time and space, Daozu Canglong from the evolutionary civilization was in dire straits.

The Tao aura lingering around him was in chaos, veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his cheeks.

He was like a lone boat in the midst of raging waves, shaken by the pressure from the powerful beings above.

Finally, he could no longer hold on and waved his hands violently. A fragment of the altar emitting a strange aura flew out from his chest like an arrow.

Runes flickered on the surface of the fragment, as if a mysterious power was flowing through it.

"Since you, the gods, want the fragments, I'll give them to you!"

Daozu Canglong roared at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with unwillingness and despair.

His heart seemed to be bleeding, and the altar fragments carried his countless efforts and ambitions.

In fact, his connection with the weird clan was just a coincidence.

At the beginning, Kong Zun contacted him unilaterally, promised him a tempting grand ambition, and painted a beautiful blueprint for a smooth path to becoming the Immortal Emperor.

The promise was too tempting, and Daozu Canglong was fascinated by it. Even though he had not yet responded, the battle in the heavens had already come to an end.

When Kong Zun learned about this, he was so angry that he was fuming. His whole face turned red, as if fire was about to burst out.

But he had no choice but to follow the common decision of the four origins and return to the Soul River sadly.

Daozu Canglong watched Kong Zun leave with mixed feelings in his heart. Half of him was relieved that he no longer had to face the huge pressure between the weird clan and the heavens.

The other half, however, felt deep regret, because many people knew about the promise Kong Zun made, and he did not think of hiding it at the time.

He tried to bet on both the strange clan and the heavens, like dancing on a tightrope, in order to gain the greatest benefit.

In order to gain a foothold in this chaotic battle, Daozu Canglong has expended countless efforts and gone through untold hardships over the years, and finally seized the opportunity to snatch a piece of the altar fragment.

But the reality gave him a heavy blow. The Taoist ancestors in heaven had been eyeing him with sharp eyes.

All these years of meticulous preparations were undone in an instant. Not only was the crucial fragment not saved, but even the many trump cards he had painstakingly cultivated were severely damaged in the confrontation with the powerful being from Heaven.

At this moment, he truly experienced the bitter taste of losing the rice while trying to steal the chicken. He was full of regret and helplessness, but he was powerless to change the situation.

"I remember you!"

The roar of Daozu Canglong tore through the void, and the sound waves were filled with the poisonous hatred of the Nine Netherworld Purgatory.

His scarlet pupils reflected the gradually fading light, and the runes flowing on the surface of the altar fragments seemed to turn into thousands of mocking gazes.

His Taoist robe had long been torn to pieces, revealing a body covered in cracks. Dark purple blood was oozing from every wound, a sign that his Taoist foundation had been damaged.

This one look seemed to imprint all the attachment and unwillingness on the fragments, and the voice seemed to come from the abyss of hell, carrying endless regret and soaring anger.

However, the reality did not allow him to hesitate at all. The pressure from the powerful ones in heaven was like a mountain pressing down on his head, and the collision between the great ways made his internal organs tremble.

He knew very well that if he stayed any longer, he would suffer a severe blow.

In an instant, he bit the blood in his mouth and a long blood-red rainbow rose from his body.

The shadow of an ancient blue dragon faintly emerged in the long rainbow, and it let out an unwilling roar.

His figure twisted and faded in the rainbow light, and finally turned into a stream of light, escaping into the depths of the sacrificial sea at an almost insane speed.

Beneath the sacrificial sea, undercurrents surged, as if countless strange sea beasts were swimming in the shadows.

The figure of Daozu Canglong shuttled through the crowd, and from time to time, angry roars like those of sea beasts could be heard from behind him.

His mind was filled with the obsession of escaping, and he smiled bitterly in his heart: This is the result of having no backing!
Behind the heavens sits the Immortal Emperor, who can overturn the world with a wave of his hand; behind the strange clan is the mysterious plateau ancestral land, where is bred a terrifying force that can subvert the world.

And what about him?
He is just a lonely soul, and his only support is Kong Zun's illusory promise.

That promise is like a flower in the mirror or a moon in the water; it looks beautiful, but in fact it will break at the slightest touch.

But at this moment, no one in the world cares about the life or death of Daozu Canglong.

The eyes of all the Dao Ancestors were fixed on the altar fragment floating in the void.

The fragment emitted a faint blue light, and as the runes flowed, there was a faint black mist.

Taoist Master Changhui stepped on auspicious clouds, with the Taoist aura surging around him like a vast galaxy. With the power of a great victory, a sneer full of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He spoke slowly, his voice full of contempt: "Is this the Dao Ancestor who has an unclear relationship with the dark creatures? It seems that he is just so-so! It is really unacceptable that Daoist Fellow Gu Tuo lost to that Dao Yuan last time!"

After saying this, he waved his hand and the void distorted like a mirror.

In the palm of his hand, a special rhythm condensed into a mysterious seal, which glowed with a crystal luster, as if resisting the strange aura on the fragments.

He knew very well that although this fragment contained a shocking secret, it also concealed a deadly danger. If he was not careful, he would be doomed.

Thousands of years ago, an event occurred in heaven that shook heaven and earth.

The Willow God's true body appeared in the sky, emitting a hazy green light all over its body. Wherever it passed, all things revived, and even the void trembled.

God Liu went straight to the place where Immortal Emperor Menghai and Immortal Emperor Luo were in seclusion and had a long talk with them behind closed doors.

During those days, the sky was full of changing winds and clouds, thunder roared, and the world was filled with mysterious fluctuations. No one knew the content of the conversation.

But not long after, Emperor Luo Xian summoned all the Taoist ancestors in the heavens and told them solemnly: Darkness is untouchable, but the weirdness and ominousness attached to the darkness are like maggots on the heel. Once infected, it is like drinking poison to quench thirst. It is a deadly poison that is difficult to get rid of.

These words were like a heavy hammer, waking up all the Dao Ancestors.

Remind them to be extremely careful with the altar fragments!
All the Taoist ancestors in heaven felt that this sentence was very strange, weird and ominous. They never took it too seriously, but they also had a vague sense of it.

They mostly regard this as a characteristic of dark power. This aura will automatically emerge from dark creatures and is an unpredictable poison.

There seemed to be some huge secret contained in what Emperor Luo Xian said. She was unwilling to explain and the Dao Ancestors stopped asking questions.

Recalling the scene at that time, Taoist Changhui shook his head slightly.

"No matter what, I will bring this altar fragment back to heaven. Whether it is suppressed or sealed, it will always be a credit!"

Many Dao Ancestors in the sky were also jealous when they saw the fragments of the altar, but they did not dare to act rashly in front of Dao Ancestor Changhui and just watched from afar.

However, a figure suddenly appeared and snatched the altar fragment from the big hand of Taoist Changhui.

Daoist Patriarch Changhui was stunned for a moment, but soon became furious, his tone so cold that it seemed to freeze everything: "Who dares to snatch my things?"

The figure appeared very abruptly and no Dao Ancestor could see it clearly.

The figure rushed out forcefully at a moment no one expected, snatched the food from the tiger's mouth, and took the sacrificial fragments from the hands of Taoist Changhui, surprising all the Taoist ancestors.

"Which Dao Ancestor is this, so bold that he dares to be an enemy of Dao Ancestor Changhui who came from heaven? Isn't he afraid? Or is he also like Dao Ancestor Canglong who escaped, and has unclear relations with dark creatures?"

Many Dao Ancestors were speculating and had inexplicable thoughts in their minds.

Ever since Emperor Huang Tian came out of nowhere and turned the world around with his own strength, all the worlds in the universe have been reborn, and the decadence of being suppressed by darkness in the past is gone forever.

His heroic figure fighting against heaven and earth, and his great power to destroy the world, still stir the hearts of the monks in heaven, like an immortal myth.

As one of the mainstays of Heaven, Taoist Changhui has also shown his prowess in many battles, and his powerful strength has frightened countless creatures.

Now, someone actually dared to tamper with Tai Sui and snatch the altar fragments from him. This person must have shocking confidence and unimaginable support.

In the void, many Dao Ancestors stared at the mysterious black shadow with their eyes as sharp as torches.

The Dao rhythm flowed around them, but they suppressed the throbbing in their hearts and quietly watched the shocking battle that was about to break out.

Everyone was filled with curiosity. Who was this powerful person who dared to confront the Taoist Lord of Heaven?
Facing the roar of Taoist Changhui, the black shadow seemed to have not heard it. The aura around him was restrained like an abyss, and the void under his feet shattered layer by layer like ripples.

His speed was extremely fast, his figure turned into a stream of light and fled into the distance, leaving only a faint afterimage, as if he did not take Taoist Changhui seriously at all.

"The person who hides his head and shows his tail!"

Taoist Changhui roared angrily, and his aura exploded.

Above his head, the nine-layer sky was shaking violently, and countless stars were dimmed.

The murderous intent was like a surging black wave, instantly sweeping across billions of miles. Wherever it passed, the space collapsed inch by inch, as if the end of the world had come.

He flashed and chased in the direction where the black shadow disappeared, vowing to tear the man into pieces.

As Daozu Changhui was chasing after them, countless living beings in the world below all felt the terrifying pressure that was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.

The earth shook violently, rivers overflowed, and mountains collapsed.

Countless monks and mortals involuntarily knelt on the ground, their faces as pale as paper and their eyes full of fear.

They were afraid that the confrontation between the two Dao Ancestors would be like a world-destroying torrent that would completely submerge them.

Taoist Changhui's anger was not just because the altar fragments were taken away.

The mysterious black shadow's evasive attitude and disdainful response completely infuriated him.

He strode forward, and with every step he took, the void collapsed.

His stature continued to grow rapidly, from being only a few feet tall at first to later seeming like a giant supporting the heaven and earth.

Behind him, the shadows of ancient gods and demons slowly emerged. Those shadows were as majestic as mountains, and their aura was as vast as the sea.

Each of their movements was synchronized with that of Taoist Changhui, as they chased after the black shadow together. Their might was so strong that it could make one's heart tremble.

"This...how is this possible!"

A Taoist priest couldn't help but exclaimed, his eyes full of disbelief.

In everyone's perception, when two great Daoists fight each other, they will definitely go all out and fight to the death.

But now, Daozu Changhui has burst out with even stronger strength than when he fought Canglong before.

Not only did he not show any signs of fatigue in the previous battle, but he also displayed such mysterious and unpredictable skills, as if the previous battle was just a test for him.

"Daozu Canglong was lucky that he didn't fight to the death, otherwise his end would have been even more miserable!"

In the void, an old voice sounded slowly, carrying a bit of emotion and relief.

Everyone's thoughts were involuntarily drawn back to the scene just now - the appearance of Daoist Patriarch Canglong fleeing in a panic. His torn Taoist robe and crumbling Taoist foundation all spoke of his embarrassment.

Thinking about it now, he was able to withdraw in time and actually saved his life.

But when everyone turned their eyes to the mysterious black shadow being hunted by Taoist Changhui, a trace of sympathy could not help but appear in their eyes.

"But this latecomer is unlucky. He thought that Daozu Changhui had used all his tricks and it was his chance to reap the benefits, but he was wrong!"

Another voice sounded, with a hint of gloating.

Under the gazes of the Dao Ancestors, Dao Ancestor Changhui's aura became more and more powerful. His figure was like a pillar supporting the sky, constantly climbing upwards, as if he was going to break through the entire sky. In the blink of an eye, he almost occupied the entire world.

The phantom of the ancient god and demon behind him was even more terrifying, and the phantom exuded a chaotic aura.

In his hands he held the giant axe that created the world and the huge cauldron that suppressed all the worlds. Every movement he made seemed to tear apart the space. He looked down at all things in the world from another dimension. His eyes were cold and majestic, making people's hearts palpitate.

"boom!"

A loud bang shattered the nine heavens, and Taoist Changhui finally caught up with the black shadow.

His body was filled with murderous intent, and he threw a punch with a brilliant divine light lingering on his fist, containing the power to create the world, as if he wanted to blow up the entire world.

The void was shattered by this punch, revealing a dark crack in time and space. From the crack came a series of creepy roars, as if countless ancient beasts were lurking in it. (End of this chapter)