Necromancer, summon skeletons, practice the Heaven-Swallowing Magic Skill

The God Clan of Heaven, as the bloodline blessed by the heaven in ancient times, has an extraordinary territory.

The spiritual energy here is rich, turning into tangible mist flowing in the air.

With every breath, you can feel the abundant spiritual energy nourishing your body and mind.

Between the rolling mountains, spiritual mist lingers, dancing like a veil.

The mountain is covered with towering ancient trees, lush and verdant, with branches and leaves interwoven into a green ocean.

Legend has it that these ancient trees once listened to the teachings of the gods, and thus gained spirituality and silently guarded this land.

In the valley, spiritual springs gurgle out and gather into clear streams. The gurgling sound of the stream is like heavenly music.

By the stream, exotic flowers and plants compete with each other in beauty, emitting refreshing fragrance, attracting colorful butterflies and busy bees.

Rumor has it that these flowers and plants were sown from the seeds of ancient magical medicines and possessed magical effects.

The lake is like a huge sapphire. Its surface is as calm as a mirror, reflecting the surrounding green mountains.

In the center of the lake, lotus flowers are in full bloom, the pink and white petals are gorgeous, and the lotus leaves are swaying in the wind.

Sometimes koi carps jump out of the water, bringing up strings of crystal water droplets.

According to legend, this lake was formed from the tears shed by the gods in ancient times to save the people. The lake water contains compassion and power.

The magnificent building is built on the mountain, blending in with nature. Its architectural style is elegant and majestic, with flying eaves, brackets, carved beams and painted buildings, showing its exquisiteness and luxury.

The gems inlaid on the walls sparkle with colorful light. It is said that the layout and structure of these buildings follow ancient oracles and contain mysterious laws and powers.

The sky here is as clear as the water, and the pure blue seems to be able to cleanse people's souls. Auspicious clouds float slowly, changing into wonderful shapes.

It is said that these colorful clouds were condensed by the divine power of the ancestors of the gods in ancient times and contain mysterious blessings.

The sun shines brightly, like strands of golden threads, warm and bright.

The entire territory of the gods in heaven is like a paradise, so beautiful that people feel as if they are in a fairyland.

Lu Ming glanced at this blessed land indifferently, and felt a little amazed in his heart, but now was not the time to appreciate the scenery. He raised the Heaven-Devouring Demon Sword, wielded a terrifying sword light, and chased after the five upper gods.

The higher god was terrified, his scalp tingling, and he shouted, "Ancestor! A powerful enemy is attacking, help!"

The sound was like thunder, resounding through heaven and earth, and all the gods in the sky were shaken from top to bottom.

In an instant, the entire God Clan fell into panic.

The guards in the tribe picked up their weapons and looked nervously in the direction where the sound came from.

Ordinary members of the tribe looked terrified and hid in their homes, not daring to go out.

And deep in the clan, in an ancient palace, a sleeping ancestor slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of majesty and anger flashing in his eyes.

In an instant, an invisible pressure, like a surging wave, spread out madly in all directions with the ancestor as the center.

The entire territory of the Supreme God Clan began to tremble violently. The mountains shook, boulders rolled down, and the trees trembled, as if they were surrendering to this terrifying pressure.

The old ancestor's tall and majestic figure gradually appeared. He stood like a mountain, as if towering over the sky, making people afraid.

His skin was like ancient bronze, with a mysterious and deep luster on the surface. The luster did not come from the light from the outside world, but from the endless power contained in his body. Every inch of his skin seemed to tell the vicissitudes of time and the glory of battle.

The old ancestor’s hair was as white as snow, but every strand stood upright like a burning white flame, beating to the rhythm of anger.

Every white hair seems to have life, exuding a heart-pounding breath.

His eyes were like two blazing suns, so bright and dazzling that wherever the light reached, the space seemed to be burned and distorted.

Just being swept by his sharp gaze was like being pressed down by a tremendous force, making people feel as if they were falling into the abyss, with difficulty breathing and their bones creaking under the heavy pressure.

When he opened his mouth, his voice was like the sound of a huge bell, deafening and making people's eardrums buzz as if they were about to be torn apart by the sound.

"Who dares to disturb the peace of our clan?"

The roar resounded through the sky, and the sky and the earth changed color in an instant. The originally blue sky was quickly covered by rolling dark clouds, and the wind was howling, and lightning and thunder flashed, as if the whole world was trembling with his anger and responding to his majesty.

With the appearance of the ancestor, the surrounding spiritual energy became extremely violent, and rushed towards him madly like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

He just raised his hand lightly, and a brilliant light quickly condensed in his palm, containing terrifying energy that was enough to destroy the world.

As the light flickered, the surrounding space was distorted beyond recognition, making people feel daunted and terrified.

Those members of the Heavenly God Clan who were originally in a panic gradually calmed down under the powerful pressure emitted by the ancestor.

The flame of hope and confidence rekindled in their eyes.

They firmly believed that the ancestor would be able to annihilate this reckless invading enemy in one fell swoop and defend the glory and dignity of the gods.

Although Lu Ming was mentally prepared for the appearance of the ancestor of the Heavenly God Clan, he was still shocked and his expression became solemn.

Compared with the main gods encountered before, the aura of this ancestor of the Heavenly God Clan is even more terrifying. With every move he makes, the rules of heaven and earth surround him.

The power of rules was like a nimble dragon, flashing with mysterious light. Wherever it went, the space was squeezed and distorted.

The scene was horrifying and creepy.

The pressure emanating from this old ancestor was like a solid mountain, pressing heavily down on Lu Ming.

Every time he took a step, the ground beneath his feet trembled, as if it could not bear such a terrifying force. The air around him seemed to be frozen, making it difficult to breathe.

Lu Ming knew very well that this level of strength was comparable to the peak Mahayana realm in the demon world.

It is an existence beyond common sense, possessing the ability to destroy the world.

Facing such a powerful enemy, Lu Ming's vigilance was raised to the extreme, but his eyes did not reveal the slightest intention of retreating. Instead, he ignited a fierce fighting spirit.

He tightly grasped the Heaven-Devouring Demon Sword in his hand, ready to face this unprecedented life-and-death battle.

The battle broke out instantly, and the ancestor of the Heavenly God Clan took the lead in launching an attack. He waved his hand, and a bright light shot towards Lu Ming like a meteor.

Wherever the light passed, a black crack was torn into space, swallowing everything with a roar.

Lu Ming flashed, as agile as a ghost, and instantly turned into a black shadow to avoid the fatal blow. However, the light hit the mountain in the distance, and the mountain instantly turned into powder and dissipated into the air.

The old ancestor snorted coldly, took a step, and his figure was like lightning, appearing in front of Lu Ming in an instant.

His fist blasted out with endless power, veins bulged on his arms, as if it contained the power to destroy the world.

Lu Ming held his sword horizontally to block, and with a loud "bang", Lu Ming was knocked back dozens of feet, and his feet left two deep grooves on the ground.

His arms trembled slightly, but he still held the Heaven-Devouring Demon Sword tightly.

But Lu Ming was not discouraged. He steadied his body, muttered something, and a layer of black flame appeared on the Heaven-Devouring Demon Sword.

He swung the sword violently, his wrist turning rapidly, and a black flaming sword energy swept towards the ancestor.

The old ancestor did not dodge or evade. A layer of light shield surged around his body. He crossed his hands in front of his chest with a look of disdain on his face.

The flaming sword energy hit the shield, causing sparks to fly all over the sky.

"Boy, is this all you have got?" The old ancestor laughed at him. He quickly formed seals with his hands. His fingers moved swiftly. A huge rune appeared in the air and pressed down towards Lu Ming.

Lu Ming felt tremendous pressure. He roared to the sky and all the magic power in his body burst out to fight against the rune.

For a moment, light and darkness intertwined, and the whole world trembled in the battle between the two.

Lu Ming clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and he continuously injected magic power into the Heaven-Devouring Demon Sword.

The magic sword began to tremble violently and emit bursts of buzzing sounds, as if it was craving for more power.

Suddenly, a gleam of determination flashed in Lu Ming's eyes, and he used his forbidden technique.

In an instant, his body was covered by a layer of black light and his aura suddenly surged.

He kicked the ground with both feet, and rushed towards the ancestor like a cannonball, swinging the magic sword, "Take this move from me, the wrath of the devil!"

Lu Ming shouted loudly, tensed his arm muscles, swung the magic sword, and a huge black sword shadow slashed towards the ancestor.

This sword shadow carried an endless aura of destruction, and wherever it passed, the space was shattered.

The old ancestor had a solemn expression on his face, he clasped his hands together and muttered something.

In front of him, a huge golden halo appeared, engraved with mysterious runes.

He pushed his arms forward, trying to block Lu Ming's attack.

"Boom!" The black sword shadow collided with the golden light wheel, making a loud noise that shook the earth.

The powerful energy shock spread in all directions, the surrounding mountains and rivers were instantly razed to the ground, the rivers dried up, and huge cracks appeared in the ground.

Lu Ming and the old ancestor were both repelled by this powerful force, and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.

The old ancestor knelt on one knee, supported the ground with his hands, and breathed heavily.

"I didn't expect you to have such skills!" The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, but more of it was anger.

"Hmph, you're nothing but this!" Lu Ming panted heavily, his eyes still determined. He raised the Heaven-Devouring Demon Sword again, ready to launch a new round of attacks.

The battle is still going on. Both of them have fallen into a frenzy and will not stop until they die...

At this moment, the ancestor shouted: "Today I will let you see the power of our clan's magic weapon!"

He made seals with his hands and muttered something. A ray of light flashed, and a divine weapon emitting an ancient aura appeared in his hands.

This artifact is shaped like a spear, with runes flashing and light flowing on the spear, as if it contains endless power.

The old ancestor held the magic weapon in his hand and stabbed towards Lu Ming. Wherever the tip of the spear reached, the space shattered, forming black cracks.

Lu Ming did not dare to be careless and responded with all his strength. He used all his strength to activate the Heaven-Devouring Demon Sword and threw it into the void. It grew in the wind and became several dozen feet in size.

The Sky-Devouring Demon Sword was now like a towering mountain, with demonic flames blazing on the sword body, emitting a terrifying aura.

Lu Ming quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something. Black runes flew towards the magic sword, making it shine even brighter.

Beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead rolled down like rain, slid down his cheeks, dripped onto the scorching ground, and instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke.

The surrounding sky was dyed colorful by the aftermath of the battle, with lightning and thunder from time to time, and flames shooting into the sky from time to time.

The originally peaceful and harmonious territory of the gods has now become devastated.

Ancient buildings collapsed, ruins were everywhere, and bricks, stones and rubble piled up like mountains.

Mountains and rivers collapsed, huge rocks rolled down, making a loud rumbling sound.

The rivers have dried up, the riverbeds are exposed, and the cracked soil is like an open mouth, longing for the nourishment of water.

On the ground, cracks crisscross like a huge spider web, with no bottom in sight.

Upon seeing this, the old ancestor frowned, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.