Demoness who covers the sky, please help me practice

With this punch, Taoist Master Changhui intended to crush the black shadow completely to vent his hatred.

However, the mysterious shadow was not afraid at all.

Even at the critical moment of life and death, he still did not reveal his true identity. He just slowly turned around and threw a punch as well.

This punch seemed ordinary, without any gorgeous light or strange runes, so ordinary that it was surprising.

But the Dao Ancestors had sharp eyes and could tell the extraordinary thing at a glance - the fist wind was filled with astonishing blood energy, like a blazing sun burning, and wherever the blood energy passed, the space was dyed red.

And the vitality contained in it is so powerful that it is breathtaking, as if it can give birth to a whole new world in the heavens.

"Huh? That's interesting."

There was a hint of surprise in Daoist Changhui's voice. He did not notice the power of darkness. The murderous intent in his eyes quietly dissipated, and was replaced by a strong desire to fight.

He could clearly sense that the black shadow, like himself, possessed an incomparably strong body, whose strength was comparable to the most unparalleled treasure in the world, and every inch of its skin seemed to contain the power to create the world.

The battle with Daozu Canglong just now seemed like child's play to him and he could not enjoy it at all.

At this moment, his whole body was filled with fighting spirit, like a blazing fire. The flames emitted a devastatingly high temperature, as if they were going to burn everything in the world to ashes.

He roared towards the sky, his voice shaking the heavens and all the worlds. The phantoms of gods and demons behind him also roared along with him. The sound was so loud that it was rare throughout the ages.

"Fight! Fight!"

Taoist Patriarch Changhui roared towards the sky, his voice shaking the universe, and the sound waves tore through the sky like substance.

The Dao rhythm around him surged wildly, and every punch he threw out carried the power to create the world. The void collapsed inch by inch under the wind of his fists, revealing a space-time rift as dark as ink, from which strange black fog continued to overflow, as if connected to the Nine Nether Abyss.

The fist force that tore through space made the stars dim and the mountains and rivers tremble wherever it passed. The entire world seemed to be crumbling under his attack, as if it was about to be completely shattered and recast.

Lightning flowed across his body, moving like an ancient lightning snake, making him look like a god of war from ancient mythology.

Each of his movements carried the aura of destroying the heavens and the earth, and the pressure emanating from his body made the Taoist ancestors who were watching from afar tremble in their hearts and their breathing stop.

Under such terrifying pressure, everyone thought that the mysterious black shadow would at least use supreme secret techniques or reveal its true form to deal with the fierce attack of Taoist Changhui.

However, that figure was beyond everyone's expectations.

He still maintained his original posture, with an aura as restrained as the deep. Facing the endless attack from Taoist Changhui, he just threw out a series of seemingly ordinary punches.

There were no gorgeous runes, no earth-shaking visions, but this ordinary fist contained unimaginable power.

Every time it collided with the fist of Taoist Changhui, a deafening roar broke out, and the terrifying air waves spread in all directions like ripples. Wherever it went, the space was distorted and deformed, as if it wanted to swallow everything.

This earth-shattering battle left Daozu Canglong, who had just escaped, with lingering fears even though it happened thousands of miles away.

He was fleeing in a panic when he suddenly heard roars coming from behind him. The terrifying fighting atmosphere surged like a tide, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

He looked back in horror, his eyes full of fear and disbelief.

Once upon a time, he was so confident in his superior strength that he thought that at a time when the Immortal Emperor did not appear and the strange clan was silent, he was able to roam the heavens and the worlds and no one could stop him.

But the reality was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.

As soon as he showed up to fight for the altar fragments, he was pursued vigorously by the Taoist Lord Shangcang. He was forced into a desperate situation and had to reluctantly give up the fragments he had obtained.

I thought I had escaped, but I didn't expect that an even more terrifying battle would follow.

Feeling the increasingly intense fighting atmosphere, Daozu Canglong felt a chill on his back, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He finally understood that the water in the heavens and all worlds was far more unfathomable than he had imagined.

"What happened again? Did another war break out after I threw out the altar fragments?"

Daozu Canglong muttered to himself, his voice filled with fear and anxiety.

He didn't dare to stop for a moment and tried his best to speed up his escape.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind - escape, the farther the better!

He decided to find the most remote and secret corner in the universe and hide himself there.

No matter who comes to him in the future, even if he is offered great benefits, he will never waver.

"Even if Kong Zun comes to see me again in the future, I will never give him a good face. God is too powerful!"

Daozu Canglong gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with regret and unwillingness.

In this world where the strong are respected, the slightest mistake can lead to eternal damnation.

Now, he only hopes that this shocking war can be quelled and the dust settled as soon as possible, so that he can linger in that secret corner, waiting for the day of peace that will come at an unknown time.

On the other side, above the sky, the fierce battle between Taoist Changhui and the mysterious figure was still going on, from the heavens to the sea of ​​sacrifice.

The blood-red thunder intertwined into a web, dyeing the entire void dark red. Every time a lightning bolt struck, it could blast a bottomless ravine on the sacrificial sea.

The Taoist aura surrounding Taoist Changhui was like raging waves, and every punch he threw out carried the power to tear apart time and space.

And that figure always maintained an aloof attitude, and responded calmly under the fierce attack of Taoist Changhui. In the eyes of outsiders, this was undoubtedly a manifestation of extreme arrogance and contempt for the opponent, as if he did not take Taoist Changhui seriously at all.

However, Jiang Yun, who had transformed into a human figure, had completely different thoughts in his mind.

His eyes were as sharp as a torch, and through the fierce battle, he saw the essence and hope of God.

He was secretly relieved in his heart, as he had thought that after the ancient war, the heavens would gradually decline and fall into disarray due to the oppression of the four origins of the strange clan.

However, unexpectedly, in addition to the renowned Daoist Ancestor Gutuo, there is also a new generation of powerful men rising up like Daoist Ancestor Changhui. Although the aura they exude is not as vast and boundless as that of the Immortal Emperor, they also have a unique edge, demonstrating that the heavens have not completely fallen.

But Jiang Yun was also very clear in his mind that although the Daozu strongman stood at the pinnacle of cultivation, in this chaotic world, he was ultimately just a chess piece on the chessboard.

The Immortal Emperor, and even the more mysterious and unpredictable powerful ones in the Dao of Sacrifice realm, are the ones who can truly influence the outcome of a war and decide the fate of the world.

However, it is this indomitable spirit of the monks of Heaven, passed down from generation to generation, that is like a fire that never goes out, and it never goes out even in the darkest moments.

Generation after generation of strong people emerged like mushrooms after rain. Some rose from ruins and rebuilt glory on the ruins.

Some people have revived from extinction and have been reborn in Nirvana on the brink of life and death. This is why the strange clan has never been able to completely dominate, and there is still a glimmer of hope for the world.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yun suddenly raised his mouth and revealed a mysterious smile. This battle can't continue, otherwise, if he is not careful, his identity may be exposed.

At that time, it will not only bring endless troubles to yourself, but may also disrupt the entire layout.

He had made up his mind and was ready to make peace with Taoist Changhui.

His body slightly turned to the side, and the power of the Great Dao lingering around him quietly dissipated, and those flashing laws of the Great Dao also disappeared.

He abandoned all complicated magical powers and secret techniques, and only relied on the purest way of the physical body and the blessings of the three thousand worlds, and chose to fight against Taoist Master Changhui head-on.

In an instant, it was as if a dormant volcano erupted inside Jiang Yun's body. Powerful vitality gushed out from the tiniest cells in his body, like a never-drying spiritual spring, continuously irrigating his flesh.

His body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye. His bones made popping sounds like the roar of war drums, his muscles were knotted and veins bulged, and he became countless times stronger in the blink of an eye.

Although Jiang Yun claimed that he only used physical strength, the power was already extremely powerful, and it still contained some mysterious rhythm of the great way.

The rhythm was like an ancient ballad, echoing in the void.

If there were a cultivator with extraordinary talent watching nearby and concentrating his mind on comprehending it, he might be able to comprehend the supreme method of physical cultivation and even touch upon the avenue of a higher level.

As the power continued to gather, an unparalleled aura filled Jiang Yun's body, finally triggering some kind of wonderful qualitative change.

At this moment, a strange fragrance filled the air. The fragrance was mellow and tempting, like the scent of the most precious spiritual liquid in the world.

Many Dao Ancestors twitched their noses and showed surprise; some Dao Ancestors who had special cultivation routes and were extremely thirsty for the power of Qi and blood could not help but swallow their saliva secretly, with greed flashing in their eyes.

They knew very well that this was the smell of extremely powerful qi and blood, which contained endless mysteries and opportunities.

“Is this really the vitality that Daozu can possess?”

In the void, exclamations came one after another, like the sound of thunder.

Many Dao Ancestors widened their eyes, their pupils contracted violently, their eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

They looked at the tremendous vitality surging around Jiang Yun. The scene was truly astonishing - strands of vitality transformed into brilliant bands of light, wrapping around his body like ancient divine chains, emitting a heart-pounding aura.

Each band of light contains the great power of creation, which seems to be able to reshape the mountains and rivers and reverse life and death. Such terrifying vitality far exceeds everyone's understanding of the realm of Taoism.

However, before the crowd's exclamations had died down, a loud bang loud enough to tear the sky apart suddenly exploded.

The sound seemed to come from the fierce roar of the Nine Nether Hell, and also like the chaotic roar when Pangu created the world, shaking the heavens and all the worlds violently.

Countless stars swayed in the sound, as if they would fall at any time, and the sacrificial sea below cracked into bottomless ravines, as if doomsday had come.

The fists of Taoist Changhui and Jiang Yun finally collided. In an instant, a dazzling light burst out like a rising sun.

That light contained the dual power of destruction and creation. Wherever it passed, space collapsed and time was distorted.

In the void, cracks in time and space continued to spread, and chaotic energy overflowed from them, as if it was going to completely devour the world and refine it again.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to have come to an end. Countless strong men felt something in their hearts and trembled under this terrifying pressure.

They only felt their souls trembling, as if they would be completely wiped out by this power in the next second.

The Dao Ancestors present all frowned and concentrated, their eyes fixed on the battlefield shrouded in light.

The Dao rhythm was flowing around them, but they all held their breath and concentrated, not daring to be careless in the slightest, their hearts full of anticipation for the outcome of this shocking duel.

"It should be that Daozu Changhui won a great victory!"

A white-haired Taoist said confidently, his eyes gleaming with awe, "The mysterious method he just displayed was like the resurrection of an ancient war god. That momentum and power are rare in the ages! This strike is enough to suppress all enemies in the world!"

His voice was full of admiration and affirmation for Taoist Changhui.

However, some Daozu held different opinions. A Daozu in black robe shook his head slowly, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes:
"The person who took away the altar fragments is no ordinary person! The energy and blood in his body are as strong as the sea, and his body is incredibly strong.

How could they be defeated so easily if they have been able to hold out until now under the attack of Taoist Changhui?
It is still unknown who will win this battle!"

His words added some doubts and expectations to everyone's hearts.

The Dao Ancestors had different thoughts, but all of them fixed their gazes on the battlefield where the light was shining.

At this moment, there was silence between heaven and earth. The eerie silence seemed like a sign of a coming storm, making it hard to breathe.

This kind of silence made the Taoist ancestors feel very irritated. It felt as if there were millions of ants gnawing at their hearts, and they wanted to rush over to find out what was going on.

However, they did not dare to act rashly after all.

Although they were all Daozu, the strength of Daozu Changhui and the terrifying power displayed by the mysterious figure made them feel awe.

Time and space seemed to be torn into countless pieces by the earth-shaking collision. After an unknown amount of time, the roiling chaotic energy gradually subsided, and the raging turbulence of time and space also tended to ease.

When the aftermath of the battle finally dissipated, the whole world seemed to wake up from a nightmare, but was shrouded in a strange silence.

Suddenly, a series of exclamations filled with shock and horror tore through the silence, like a huge rock dropped into a calm lake, causing a thousand waves in the hearts of the Dao Ancestors.

Everyone looked carefully and saw that the mysterious figure who had just taken the altar fragments had disappeared, leaving only Taoist Changhui standing alone in the air.

At this moment, he no longer had his previous high spirits. His body was slightly hunched, his Taoist robe was torn to pieces, and blood dripped from the corners of his clothes, drawing dark red tracks in the air.

The majestic shadow of the ancient god and demon behind him, which seemed to be able to create the world, had long since disappeared, leaving him alone to endure the loneliness and unwillingness of defeat.

At this moment, there was a dead silence between heaven and earth. There was no wind, no one was talking, and even the sound of breathing seemed to have disappeared.

All the Dao Ancestors held their breath, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief, and no one dared to be the first to break the suffocating silence.

The same thought came to their minds at the same time - the mysterious figure not only escaped successfully, but it is very likely that he escaped from the fierce battle unscathed without suffering serious injuries.

Otherwise, with the pride and strength of Taoist Changhui, how could he appear so decadent?

What's more important is that the Taoist master defeated Changhui with just his physical supernatural powers, without even revealing his own great Dao, which is even more astonishing.

"Such a powerful Dao Ancestor suddenly appeared. I have never heard of it before! Who is he?"

Voices full of doubt and inquiry rang out in the hearts of the Dao Ancestors. (End of this chapter)