The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

"Where is the strongman?" Song Yi called out softly.

Ten golden lights appeared, and the leading golden warrior was three zhang tall, with golden armor gleaming. It was a gift from the Golden Spirit Mother when she refined the Blood Corpse Demon.

Among the remaining nine warriors, there are four bewitching women, who were created by Song Yi by refining the nine Yaksha Asuras under the command of the Yin-Yang Old Demon, following the previous method.

Ten powerful warriors appeared together, their imposing presence terrifying, intending to surround and annihilate the old demon.

However, the Corpse Sheep Demon was extremely cunning. He didn't engage the strongmen in a fight at all. Instead, he wildly waved his hands, unleashing a torrential downpour of demonic fire and yin lightning, forcefully repelling the strongmen. Then, he transformed into a streak of dark green light and soared straight into the vast sky.

Song Yi's expression changed drastically.

The vast and boundless starry sky is filled with countless stars. If this old demon were to escape into it, finding his trace would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.

More importantly, the Corpse Sheep Demon is a prisoner of the Heavenly Court. If he escapes, I will be the first to be punished.

Without the slightest hesitation, Song Yi immediately transformed into a divine rainbow and gave chase.

The instant he passed through the boundary of the Great Luo Heaven and entered the Taixu Starry Sky, endless star power surged in like a tide, enveloping his entire body.

As a star lord appointed by the Heavenly Court, he was completely at ease in the vast starry sky.

Using the power of starlight to travel, their speed was more than ten times that of ordinary celestial beings.

One after the other, two streaks of light sped across the vast starry sky, as fast as shooting stars.

The Corpse Sheep Demon was desperately fleeing ahead, while Song Yi was closely following behind, always maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

After flying for about three days, the Corpse Sheep Demon gradually realized that he could not shake off the hairy god behind him no matter what.

As a Star Lord, the other party has an inexhaustible supply of star power to replenish him. Not to mention three days, even if he flies for thousands or tens of thousands of years, it will have no effect.

Although he was a Xuanxian (a type of immortal), his magical power was not limitless.

"Hmph! You scoundrel, you've really gone too far!"

The Corpse Goat Demon abruptly stopped, turned around, and grinned maliciously: "Since you're courting death, then stay here!"

Before he finished speaking, his head shook violently, and his long green hair stood on end like steel needles, shooting out thousands of green fire and gold stars that rained down on Song Yi.

This is the Asura Azure Phosphorus Flame, extremely vicious.

Even the protective protective energy of orthodox Taoist sects is as thin as paper in front of this Azure Phosphorous Flame.

Song Yi remained expressionless and then produced a laurel branch with his other hand.

The tree branch was entirely white, and the power of Yin energy surged forth like mercury spilling onto the ground.

When the phosphorescent flames encountered the power of the Yin, they hissed and extinguished in an instant, like boiling water poured on snow.

Before the Corpse Sheep Demon could use any more tricks, Song Yi already had a round bead the size of a chicken egg in his hand, which he then shot out.

The orb traced an arc in the void and landed precisely three zhang in front of the Corpse Sheep Demon.

boom!

An extremely powerful energy suddenly erupted, and the space within a radius of a hundred feet shattered like glass struck by a giant hammer, turning into countless black fragments that scattered in all directions.

That area instantly turned into a deep black hole, swallowing up even the starlight.

This is the Divine Thunder of Heaven and Earth, Mother and Child.

This thunder requires 999 Qian Tian Thunder Pearls and 999 Di Yuan Yin Thunder Pearls, which must be combined and refined for 36 years to create one.

Once forged, it will be incredibly powerful.

Previously, Song Yi had collected a lot of Qian Tian Lei Gang Pearls, and then used Tian Lao Sha Qi to refine Yin Lei Sha Pearls, which took a lot of effort to complete.

The Corpse Sheep Demon was so dazed and confused by the explosion that he lost his mind.

If it weren't for the fact that its corpse was as hard as refined gold, any other immortal would have already had their physical body shattered.

Song Yi showed no mercy and threw out several more divine thunderbolts.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions rose and fell, each more powerful than the last, layer upon layer, turning the void upside down.

Spatial rifts spread in all directions like a spider web, even affecting several small stars in the distance, causing them to tremble violently.

If it were the fifth-rank Earth-Suppressing Ape that Tu Xingsun used back then, it would have been blown to dust by now, leaving not even a trace.

But the Corpse Sheep Demon was, after all, an old demon who had followed the Styx Master for many years and was proficient in many of the Asura's supernatural powers.

In the critical moment, it suddenly bit its tongue and spat out a mouthful of jet-black blood.

The essence blood spread rapidly in the air, transforming into a thick layer of Asura demonic light that firmly protected itself.

The demonic light trembled violently under the relentless bombardment of divine thunder, nearly shattering several times, but ultimately managed to withstand it.

The Corpse Sheep Demon was panting heavily, his eyes filled with resentment and fear.

He had roamed the Netherworld Blood Sea for many years, and had never suffered such a great loss at the hands of a Mao God in the True Immortal Realm.

Those few Qiankun Mother-Child Divine Thunders caused his blood and qi to surge and his soul to tremble. If it weren't for the thick foundation of the Wu Clan's corpse, he would probably have really died here today.

"A mere Mao Shen dares to be arrogant in front of me."

The Corpse Sheep Demon gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse like a night owl. Without further hesitation, he immediately activated the Heavenly Corpse Demon Divine Power.

Suddenly, his already tall body stretched out, his limbs extended, and he became thin and long, like a withered bamboo that had been stretched.

His facial muscles atrophied drastically, his cheekbones protruded high, and his emaciated outline resembled a skeleton covered only by a thin layer of human skin.

Its entire body was grayish-white, devoid of any color, and exuded a suffocating aura of death.

However, his aura was several times stronger than before.

A surge of malevolent energy erupted from his body, condensing into thick, inky black clouds that swirled around him, darkening and oppressing the surrounding void for dozens of feet.

The faint sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling could be heard from within the dark clouds, which was extremely terrifying.

"Die!"

The Corpse Sheep Demon roared and reached out to grab at the void. A gigantic ghostly claw, blotting out the sky, materialized out of thin air. Its five fingers were like hooks, with distinct knuckles, and it was covered with pale phosphorescent flames. It slashed down at Song Yi with overwhelming force.

Song Yi remained expressionless and pointed one hand towards the sky.

A golden pagoda appeared above his head, its entire body radiating light, and wisps of mysterious yellow energy descended, completely protecting his body.

The ghostly claws slammed into the light screen hanging from the golden pagoda, making a series of ear-piercing "crackling" sounds.

The light screen trembled violently, but it never broke.

"After we kill you, you worthless wretch, and offer this Primordial Golden Pagoda to the sect leader, who might even bestow upon you a few drops of the Great Witch's essence blood in his delight!"

The Corpse Sheep Demon howled repeatedly, his voice shrill and piercing, yet the force in his hands grew ever heavier.

The ghost claw gripped the light screen tightly, its malevolent energy and phosphorescent flames surging forth, desperately eroding and refining it.

Song Yi remained silent, only focusing on using the golden pagoda for protection.

With his current strength, it would be too much of a stretch to suppress a Xuanxian in a direct confrontation.

There are two insurmountable barriers between Celestial Immortals and Profound Immortals. If it weren't for the protection of their innate spiritual treasures and the preemptive strike of the Qiankun Mother-Child Divine Thunder, they would probably have been defeated long ago.

Unless he can advance further and be appointed as a sixth-rank deity by the Heavenly Court, at which time his magical power will increase dramatically, he will be able to directly contend with the Xuanxian.