In the world of "Covering the Sky," my cultivation technique is not right.

"roar!"

A colossal dragon, as black as ink, emerged from the void. Its scales shimmered with a metallic luster, as if cast from iron, and its horns were engraved with Daoist patterns, mysterious and profound.

As soon as it appeared, the void became like water, with ripples everywhere, and the true dragon was like a fish swimming in the water, freely moving in and out of the void.

Without a doubt, this is a divine technique from the Void Ancient Scripture. Even if it's not a forbidden chapter, it's terrifying enough!

The world lost its color, the wind and clouds changed, and the black dragon instantly traversed the void and arrived in front of Lü Yao.

The dragon roared and its killing intent surged. If one were to be entangled by this giant dragon, one would likely be torn into several pieces immediately and then dragged into the endless void.

Lu Yao was neither a saint nor a figure of imperial rank, and had absolutely no chance of surviving in the endless void; he would be killed instantly by the spatial turbulence.

But the void was sealed off, and his body froze as the black dragon tightly bound him.

"roar!"

The dragon's roar shook the heavens, sealing off all directions of space. The black dragon radiated a dark divine light, transforming into an all-encompassing black curtain that sealed Lü Yao.

"Old Lu!" Ye Fan saw the danger, his face turned anxious, and he scratched his head, but due to his limited strength, he was completely helpless.

The middle-aged cultivator who used the Void Technique finally revealed himself completely, dressed in a dark blue robe, with a cold smile.

With the overall situation settled, he accepted the reward from the Yuan soldiers, and might even use this opportunity to fully commit and gain powerful backing within his clan.

That was a powerful figure, a top expert in the Eastern Wilderness. Thinking of this, Ji Ting trembled, his cheeks flushed, and he used all his strength, his ten fingers interlaced and waving, exuding Daoist energy.

"The secret techniques recorded in the Void Scripture are indeed powerful." A voice of praise rang out.

Holding a golden spear, Zhao Jinshuo covered a hundred feet in a single step, standing shoulder to shoulder with Ji Ting. He looked at the Yao Guang disciples who were about to be dragged into the spatial turbulence by the Void Technique with envy in his eyes.

"With this merit, how can we explain ourselves to the Supreme Elder of the Yuan Army?" Ji Ting laughed heartily.

This is a huge profit; a Dao Palace cultivator really fetches a good price.

Zhao Jinshuo gripped his spear tightly, staring at the black dragon that had curled up into a ball, his face grim.

Thinking about how this person acted as if he didn't want to offend Yaoguang during the meal, and now he's smug about his achievements, Zhao Jinshuo sneered inwardly, "What a hypocrite."

However, the Ji family has many people like that.

"Sendai weapons, a thousand-year-old elixir, and the favor of the Yuanbing Supreme Elder, congratulations, Brother Ji Ting!" Zhao Jinshuo's face showed an envious expression.

"Hahaha!" Ji Ting's face grew even more smug upon hearing Zhao Jinshuo's envy: "I won't keep this glory to myself; it's the result of both of our efforts."

He was at the first level of the fourth realm, while Zhao Jinshuo was at the third level. To receive his envy was no less than drinking a pot of aged celestial wine, bringing immense joy.

Ji Ting stood tall and majestic in the air, his hands forming a mudra, his divine power surging, and a series of orderly imprints manifested. He intended to crush this overconfident Yao Guang disciple into a bloody pulp.

"Old Lu!" Ye Fan was deeply worried when he saw this scene.

But then, a voice echoed in his mind: "What are you doing, acting like you're mourning a funeral?"

Old Lu isn't dead?

At that moment, Ji Ting's expression changed, and he was no longer confident of victory.

He actually felt that the void strangulation was encountering tremendous resistance.

Then, from the place surrounded by the black dragon, beams of white holy light suddenly pierced through and shot straight into the sky.

Ji Ting's secret technique was forcibly broken through, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale: "Fellow Daoist, help me!"

"What?" Zhao Jinshuo also felt the powerful force contained in that white divine light, which should not be the power of a second-level Dao Palace.

Then, the second, the third... the black curtain formed by the black dragon instantly became tattered and torn.

"Roar!" The black dragon roared to the sky, twisting its body in an attempt to patch up the hole, but to no avail.

Ye Fan seemed to see a pure white world inside.

"Retreat!" Ji Ting roared, instantly disappearing into the void. When he reappeared, he had already retreated a great distance.

Zhao Jinshuo's face was cold and stern, and his whole body was surrounded by golden divine light. After a slight hesitation, he still stepped back.

This kid is strange; such a powerful void magic couldn't kill him.

With a deafening roar, the black dragon formed by the Void Technique shattered, becoming fragments of order that vanished into the sky.

The world formed by holy light completely enveloped the entire plaza where the domain gate was located.

"How is this possible?" Ji Ting blinked and saw a streak of light appear before his eyes in an instant.

It was that disciple of Yaoguang, and it was Yaoguang's supreme divine technique.

Ye Fan's eyes widened: "Wow, Ultraman, even Beidou believes in light!"

Intense and dense holy light intertwined, forming a white kingdom, and Lü Yao was completely transformed into a white light being.

Lu Yao's face was cold, his arm was bent, his fist was clenched, and he slammed it hard into Ji Ting's face.

"Ah!" Ji Ting cried out in pain as half of his face vanished instantly, but there was no blood; his flesh and bones were scorched black by the holy light.

He immediately used the techniques from the Void Scripture to hide in the void, and when he reappeared, he was in another place.

His remaining half of his face was ugly, bewildered, and incredulous. He felt the obstruction within the white kingdom, and his use of void magic was not very smooth.

But then, Lü Yao flashed and appeared in front of him again, like a shadow.

The fist was thrown out again, and holy light condensed, dazzlingly bright.

"Ah!" Ji Ting could hardly accept the fact that he was being attacked by Dao Palace cultivators who defied the heavens and attacked immortals. He looked up at the sky and roared, his hair flying wildly.

The giant handprint in the void was unleashed, colliding with Lü Yao's fist.

"Sizzle!" Ji Ting felt as if he had struck solid divine material when his arm broke.

"Boom!" Like thunder, it shook the heavens and fell into the netherworld.

The two figures flashed continuously within the white kingdom and the holy light domain, so fast that Ye Fan's eyes could hardly keep up. In an instant, three or five phantoms appeared in various locations at the same time, and then slowly dissipated.

"Fellow Daoist Jin Shuo, save me!" Ji Ting took every slap from Lü Yao, half of his body was shattered, and the aroma of flesh wafted through the air.

He shouted angrily, "If you don't come soon, you'll die here!"

Lu Yao used the unparalleled divine technique of the Yao Guang Holy Land, a secret technique that powerful figures throughout history relied on to compete with other holy lands and families.

Holy Light, Holy Light Prison, and Holy Light Undying Body.

Although the Yao Guang Scripture was devoured by the Devouring Heaven Immortal Technique and could not be revived, this secret technique seemed to become even more terrifying in the hands of the Devouring Heaven Immortal Technique!

He was cultivated to an extremely high level by immortal techniques.

In contrast, Ji Ting's mastery of the Void Technique and the Void Great Handprint is still a long way off, and he cannot unleash its full potential.

If it were Ji Haoyue or even Ji Zi, Lü Yao would definitely not have had it so easy.

Lu Yao's hair shone with intense holy light, and one hundred and eight divine rings rose and fell. His entire body transformed into an energy body, his eyes were golden, and his face was cold and stern, without joy or sorrow. He simply unleashed holy light magic at will to test his combat power.

Any of Ji Ting's methods would be weakened by the Holy Light Prison and then completely countered by Lü Yao.

He could only passively take the beating, and within three or five moves, he was broken down by Lü Yao and seriously injured.

Suddenly, a golden spear appeared abruptly on Lü Yao's back, its sharpness unmatched and its killing intent rampant.

Zhao Jinshuo has appeared!

Ignoring him completely, Lü Yao slapped Ji Ting's other shoulder, smashing it to the ground.

"Boom!" The floor tiles flew off and cracked, creating a huge crater several meters high.

"Rip!"

What? Zhao Jinshuo's confident expression suddenly turned ugly.

This was a spear strike that combined all his cultivation and divine power, a strike that even the most accomplished members of the Ji family in the Four Extremes and Four Heavens could not ignore.

But now it just passed right through Lü Yao's body, as if piercing through the air.

Is this the secret technique of Yao Guang?