Covering the sky: Starting from the Golden Crow of the Holy Cliff

Chapter 117 The Poor Princess Falls into Dust
"Your Highness, leave quickly!"

Suddenly, a scarlet killing sword appeared. It belonged to a saint named Wang Dongzhu of the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest and slashed towards Yan Ming.

At the same time, an old dragon claw tore through the void and attacked his back decisively and terrifyingly. As soon as the old patriarch of the tribe appeared, a fierce confrontation began.

With a clang, Yan Ming used his spear to shake off the purple dragon claws. With a shout, he spurted out the innate fire essence from his mouth, blasting the killing sword away. The light here was so bright that the golden flame mist covering his body was shaken away, revealing his true form.

It was a body of a fire spirit god covered in cracks and blood, including his own blood, but more of the essence and blood of the Great Sage. It was extremely tragic, and it was accompanied by the pressure of the primordial might, which shocked the royal creatures around it, and some weak ancient kings could not help but want to kowtow.

The old patriarch of the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest felt his blood boiling, and there were purple spots on the corners of his mouth. He was shocked back and took nine steps back. He was really no match for his opponent, and he was still some distance away from being the King of Heaven.

With a loud bang, a silver bell appeared, carrying supreme pressure and an extremely terrifying aura. It flew from the earth veins and killed Yan Ming.

"He is not in the right state and has no divine prohibition. Kill him!" The fourth cave master of the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest appeared, his aura was not far from that of the King of Heaven, and he met him in the front.

The other ancient kings also stepped forward, hunting dragons to kill the source of the disaster.

"Dong dong dong..."

Someone beat the war drum, calling on the ancient ancestor king who was sleeping deeper in the world, asking them to work together to capture and kill Yan Ming and keep him here.

"The Saint King of the Seventh Heaven dares to swing his sword at me."

Yan Ming's black hair was loose, and he thrust out a dark purple fierce spear, causing the opponent to spit out blood. The grass-shaped sword energy burst out, suddenly blasting open the opponent's forehead bone, almost killing him on the spot. Only an ancient dragon spirit was left, which was suppressed by him.

At this moment, he came out bathed in dragon blood, like a warrior freed from his restraints. With a spear in hand, he beat everyone so hard that they could not lift their hands.

"Buzz!"

The chaotic battle started, and Wanlongnu retreated immediately. Unfortunately, she was stared at by Yan Ming. Her whole body was cold, and there was only the dazzling Daojie gold in her eyes.

In an instant, her face turned pale. She knew she couldn't escape and could only fight to the death.

But how could she be a match for Yan Ming? In the extreme confrontation, the miniature version of Zi Ling in the dragon girl's body was suppressed. She was no match for the extreme ancient imperial soldier and was truly defeated.

"Where are you going?" Yan Ming stretched out a big hand, covering the sky with one hand, and captured the dragon girl, holding her by his side. With one hand, he held the divine spear, piercing through the nine heavens, surpassing all the kings. He really had a divine charm, and wanted to prove his truth through killing.

The most important role was taken away, and Yan Ming showed a sneer on his face, no longer afraid.

He struck with the spear in his hand, and a dark purple light burst out, tearing the encirclement apart and shocking the old patriarch of the ancient royal family into flying.

The Chaos Stone Bell appeared, and with a clang, it collided with the Silver Spirit Bell, knocking the Fourth Cave Master off balance. Blood was splattered all over the sky, and none of the six Saint King Cave Masters could stop him even for a step!
At this moment, Yan Ming was like a celestial assassin descending from the sky, a stone bell on his head, a fierce spear in hand, roaming the Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest, unrivaled. The divine purple-gold lamp shone through eternity, and the golden crow's divine form blossomed, its beak clutching a purple-gold gourd. In an instant, it flapped its wings, and who knows how many royals it had taken away.

Wanlongnu, who was pinned by the Immortal-Slaying Gourd, had bloodshot eyes and wanted to fight to the death with Yan Ming, but the latter didn't even look at her. He killed madly and shattered the void with a purple spear, breaking the forehead of an old cave master. He flew out and was swept away by the smoke and mist emitted by the purple gold gourd with a roar.

"You guys go away, don't worry about me!" The Ancient Royal Dragon Girl whispered, her body covered by purple mist. She knew that if this continued, her people would be wiped out.

But how could the cave masters give up? Without the princess, what was the meaning of this life? They all rushed forward desperately.

In this battle, the sun and moon were dimmed, and the mountains and rivers lost their color. Several people fought their way out of the Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest. In the end, all the cave masters of the tribe at the level of Saint King were taken away, and other ancient kings were killed and wounded. Only a small number of tribesmen were left to escape to the deepest part. When they accidentally touched a certain place, a quasi-emperor aura surged, shaking all the domains.

"This is……"

"He is the Supreme Quasi-Emperor of my clan!"

In the ruined Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest, many descendants of the ancient queen laughed loudly, with tears in their eyes. Such a turn of events occurred at the moment of despair.

"Hahaha, Fire Spirit, you're done! Now let's see how you survive. I'll chop off your head and offer it to the dead of my clan to relieve the hatred in my heart! And those damned humans who fought against the Ancestral Saint will all perish today!"

"God has eyes. An ancient ancestor has even crowned himself as such until now. My Ten Thousand Dragon Nest will reign supreme and be respected by the world!"

The triumphant laughter and domineering words resounded, and many of the ancient queens cheered and shouted loudly.

"Could it be that father has made a breakthrough..." Qianlun in another domain was also excited. He had been furious when he saw Yan Ming committing crimes in the Dragon's Nest, but it was useless. He was blocked by Cai Yong of the human race and could not get through at all. He never thought that such a change would happen. He ascended from hell to heaven. The contrast between the past and the present was too great.

His old father was known as the Little "Dique", a peerless figure who looked down upon the ancient times. He had fought against the human demon alone and fell into deep sleep after the battle.

Even the Dragon Girl couldn't calm down, her body trembling slightly. That charming face looked over and said expressionlessly, "Let me go. Perhaps there is still room for negotiation."

"Are you talking to me? Who is the prisoner?"

Yan Ming just looked at her coldly, his eyes were terrifyingly cold. Suddenly, the purple-haired woman's feet were separated from her body and were grabbed by the big hands transformed from golden flames. Her bones creaked and she couldn't help but scream. The pain went deep into her bones, and bright purple blood oozed from the corner of her skirt.

“You…are you crazy…” The Dragon Girl gnashed her teeth, her beautiful brows furrowed in a frown, completely bewildered. “Why would you do this…and fight to the death with my clan? You’re not even afraid of the Quasi-Emperor…why!”

"Not to mention the Quasi-Emperor's Divine Power, even if your father were to be resurrected, I would kill all of you before I die."

Yan Ming's words immediately chilled Wan Longnu's heart, and her mind stopped. She knew that the other party really had such a plan and was not afraid at all.

This person is simply a madman. Ordinary people cannot understand him. He is so unruly.

"Yes... He even dared to fight against the quasi-emperor from outside the domain. It's really hard to encounter such a creature in this life..." Wanlongnu was powerless, her eyes were dim, and she looked weak. The fire spirit in front of her was much more cruel than herself.

Even if the two were of the same rank, would he have the strength to fight? I'm afraid the outcome wouldn't be good. Even the Heavenly King would be dead, and several saints and cave masters in the clan would be swept away.

"Fire Spirit, if the princess suffers any mishap, our clan will completely annihilate Holy Cliff, and everyone connected to you will perish!" In the outer space, the Great Sage Qianlun roared, invoking divine sound. He hadn't uttered a single word yet. At this point, even Yan Ming's death was impossible. The Ten Thousand Dragons Bell grew increasingly violent, colliding with the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot in a shower of flames. Divine traces of purple and gold rippled in countless millions. However, the Great Sage of the Human Race across from him, whose divine power was inexhaustible, stubbornly blocked his path.

"You should worry about yourself." Yan Ming said calmly and indifferently.

He was not nervous, but rather calm. Pure Lotus Demon Fire surged around him, invading the Dragon Girl's body. Suddenly, a resounding scream echoed throughout the Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest, causing everyone to roar in anger. The other party wanted to refine the princess right in front of them!

Qianlun's eyes were red with anger. Who didn't know the fate of the fire slaves in the Holy Cliff? The Emperor's own daughter would become someone else's slave. He roared, and the stars collapsed. He was so angry that veins popped out all over his body. He wanted to tear Yan Ming into pieces of flesh and blood immediately.

"I will chop you alive!" Qianlun roared to the heaven and earth, the Wanlong Bell shook violently, fairy light shot up into the sky, and the heaven and earth turned upside down. At this moment, he was consuming the original dragon blood, purple air came from the east, and mist spread. The Wanlong Bell turned into a real dragon, raised its head and roared loudly, and really came to life. It became one with him and attacked madly, wanting to return to the ancestral land and settle everything.

"No, you can't do this!" The dragon girl screamed, watching the milky white flames quickly penetrate the acupoints of her skin. In an instant, 365 flames rose up, making her look extremely moving, sacred and enchanting.

She moaned in pain, her stunning face turned pale as blood, her graceful body kept curling up, the strange fire entered her body, and she was in a daze. Was that still her?
"Your Highness!"

"You broke into my mountain gate, destroyed my dragon's nest, and insulted my princess, Fire Spirit, you deserve to die!"

Several ancient kings in the dragon's nest roared in anger, with dragon energy surging. They immediately paid homage to the ancient quasi-emperor, hoping that the ancient ancestor would show up and kill everyone in the world.

However, the ending surprised everyone, and the expected Quasi-Emperor Zilong did not come out.

The remaining members of the Wanlong Nest also quickly woke up and felt uneasy. The quasi-emperor had revived, so why didn't he stop all this?
Now that the mist has been lifted, it is revealed that the divine power just now came from an ancient formation carved by a quasi-emperor. It is not visible on ordinary days and will only be revived when the crisis threatens the foundation of the ancestral land. This result makes everyone disappointed.

The situation had collapsed to such an extent that even with the formation diagrams left by the ancient quasi-emperor, they could not defy fate, leaving the remaining four ancient kings roaring in hatred, caught in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.

"You...quickly...go..." The weak voice of the dragon girl came out, and she collapsed to the ground. The light in her eyes became increasingly scarce. At this moment, she regained some consciousness and gave the final order.

At this moment, her mind was clear and she was indifferent to life and death. If it were an ordinary day, she might be able to prove her ability to kill, but now everything was meaningless.

"Go to Zuxing, there may still be hope for the future... These people have imperial weapons that can suppress the Ten Thousand Dragon Bell for a while, but they can't suppress it forever. It is my father's legacy. I fell here, but my father cannot be humiliated. He once ruled the world!"

Seeing that the Ancient Princess was still worried about them, the remaining tribesmen had blood in their eyes and looked at people with desire to devour them. Several ancient kings pounded the ground frantically, crying and shouting loudly. An old Saint King who had just recovered roared with red eyes and trembling all over. He rushed forward to kill Yan Ming, but was stopped just before he could escape from the Ancient Emperor's formation.

"Your Highness! Wuwuwu... It's our incompetence that has caused Your Highness to suffer this humiliation!"

"Fire Spirit, we will be back. If you dare to kill the princess, even if we have to die to the last man in our clan, we will fight you to the death!"

Along with a loud noise, one-third of the area in the black dragon's nest began to glow, and a divine platform emerged, shining with immortal light, teleporting everyone away.

Elsewhere, Yan Qi and the Blood Phoenix Ancestor finally gave up. The latter cried out, his wounds rupturing, and was grabbed by Gai Jiuyou like a blood-red butterfly. As for the Crocodile Ancestor, he was captured by Gai Jiuyou from the very beginning using the "Soldier" secret.

"Brother Gai, please show mercy!" The Great Sage Hun Tuo shouted. The old patriarchs of the Golden Cave and the Divine Silkworm Ridge behind him were also unable to remain calm. Today's battle completely changed the original situation.

However, Gai Jiuyou ignored him and slowly closed his palms. The Blood Phoenix Ancestor screamed in fear and struggled hard, but he could not escape.

"puff!"

The moment that hand closed, the great sage of the ancient royal family, who stood at the pinnacle of the strong, shattered into pieces and fell into the ocean of corpses, with bright red blood splattering, which was shocking and frightening!
"Oh!"

The Qilin Staff appeared, like a divine beast made of eternal blue gold, with legs tens of thousands of miles long. It tore through the void and tried to escape.

On the other side, the purple dragon moved the sky, and the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot could not suppress it. Cai Yong's Taoism reached the extreme, but his affinity with the extreme imperial soldiers was not enough. Even though he had the secret of the word "soldier", he retreated for the first time when facing Qianlun who had fought half for his life.

"when!"

In a moment, the Hengyu Furnace flew over, and the phoenix blood shone brightly red and gold, shattering the void, and crashed into the purple gold divine bell on the spot. The Great Sage Qianlun screamed, his body covered in blood, and his body was torn and tattered. He fell out and could no longer continue to merge with the ancient imperial weapon.

The blue unicorn was also stopped, and the flame unicorn was in an even worse condition, far inferior to Qianlun, and was about to follow in the footsteps of the Blood Phoenix Great Sage.

"Brother Daoist, I hope you will show mercy." In the distance, Great Sage Hun Tuo stood in the middle and said that the battle could not continue.

Too many people died today. Kun Zhou died suddenly; the Great Sage Blood Phoenix died; the Great Sage Primitive Lake fell. The Holy Spirit Forbidden Zone will be liquidated soon, and no one can escape the disaster.

The Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest was slaughtered in blood, and even the princess was imprisoned. If the Great Sage Yan Qi also died, the Fire Unicorn Cave would be in danger of destruction in an instant.

On the ground, Yan Ming stepped onto the starry sky, followed by an ancient princess surrounded by milky white flames, which made everyone silent. The old patriarch of the Golden Clan had a strange look on his face and couldn't help but have something in mind.

Qianlun glared angrily, but he could not protect himself and was completely unable to rescue the dragon girl.

"Brothers, I was wrong. I shouldn't have listened to Qianlun's instigation..." Yan Qi said these words with a stiff upper lip. It was more painful than killing him. The person involved was right beside him, and he instantly flew into a rage, about to explode, but was targeted by the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar, and instantly subsided.

"Young friend, what do you think?" Gai Jiuyou said with a calm expression. He had received Ye Fan's True Dragon Potion before, and this time the Green Jade Turtle was showing off his power. He mainly carried out a wave of control and harvesting, tying down several low-blood Great Saints, and the consumption was very low.

In this battle, Yan Ming made great contributions and fought fiercely with the two ancient great saints. He and Cai Yong saw it all and naturally asked Yan Ming for his opinion.

However, we still need to consider the opinions of the Divine Silkworm Clan and the Golden Cave. If all the Great Sages who will take action in this battle are destroyed, these two clans may feel grief and many variables may arise.

"What are you going to do with the princess?" Qianlun spoke to Yan Ming. He vaguely guessed the ending of Wan Longnu and felt inexplicably sad, but at least it was better to linger on than to die.

The ancient king of the original lake had been reduced to a fire slave, but he had retained 10% to 20% of his sanity, and his condition was much better than that of the barren slaves...

(End of this chapter)