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

Chapter 94 If You Don’t Accompany Me, Then Accompany My Three Thousand Fire Crows

A head, dry and dead, with only skin and bones left, and blood dripping, just suspended in the eternal sky. Several ancient ancestor kings around the Holy Cliff kept shivering, and their bodies seemed to be about to collapse.

The quasi-emperor, even with his severed limbs, exudes an aura that shocks the world!
"boom!"

Yan Ming appeared, standing on the top of the skull with the Immortal-Slaying Gourd on his head, overlooking the Central Region. He was enveloped in all kinds of flames. Around the bleeding head, the void cracked, the space collapsed, and a huge mountain instantly turned into ashes.

The two ancestral kings of the Original Lake paid homage to this place, and said with trembling voices, "We passed by this place and had the opportunity to glimpse the face of the Flame King. We are overwhelmed with fear."

"Flame King?"

Yan Ming stared at them dangerously, completely unconcerned with this ghost title. Then the Pure Lotus Demon Fire bloomed like a night-blooming cereus, with fine pale pink patterns, wrapping the two kings around.

"King Yan, please spare my life..." One of the ancestral kings begged amidst the struggling and screaming, completely unaware that this was only adding fuel to the fire.

With a bang, the fire surged like a huge wave. The two ancient kings were completely silent, their bodies filled with milky white flames, their eyes blank as they knelt and kowtowed, completely reduced to puppets of the demonic fire.

Several ancient tribes in the distance were utterly terrified, their spirits scattering, and they desperately crossed to the Northern Territory. These were the ancient kings of the tribes affiliated with the Primitive Lake.

But it was all too late. Yan Ming snorted coldly, and the four ancient kings more than 200,000 miles away were ignited with the Pure Lotus Demon Fire.

This scene made many people who were secretly observing this place tremble with fear. They didn't know how things would develop. Would it trigger another long-lasting war? No one could say for sure.

Contrary to many people's expectations, Yan Ming did not go north. Amidst a stream of questioning gazes, he retreated into the Holy Cliff and disappeared into the layers of black mountains...

The Sun Fire Realm, rooted deep in the Fire Mountain and named after the True Flame of the Sun, is one of the Flame Mansions under the jurisdiction of the Holy Cliff and is located in the core area of ​​the restricted area.

The divine flame surged, and the stars twinkled in the sky of the Void God Realm. Thousands of brilliant lights surged, and a huge hole was smashed in the sky. A black figure fell straight down, creating a huge deep pit on the dojo. Cracks like spider webs expanded outward, which was shocking.

"Cough cough..."

Yan Ming struggled to turn over, with large amounts of golden blood spitting out from the corners of his mouth. The skin under the black Taoist robe had become much darker, with cracks all over it. Strands of divine chains of order were entangled and appeared on his body surface, like a cancer attached to the bone, difficult to remove.

"This is the Quasi-Emperor... Even a trace of his residual power almost shattered me." Yan Ming frowned and struggled to get up and sit cross-legged. This was the backlash of the pursuit, and it was very serious.

Intimidated by the aura of the Immortal Emperor's forbidden weapon, Taoist Mingde retreated. While fleeing, he was hit by the third Immortal-Slaying Flying Sword. His old body broke into four pieces and rushed in different directions. Yan Ming grabbed a thigh containing willow roots.

In order to expand the victory, he threw out the black gourd and rushed towards the cracked head. Unexpectedly, the murderous intent hidden in the latter's immortal platform counterattacked and almost killed him. This was even though he was protected by the Lihuo Divine Furnace, which blocked 90% of the Quasi-Emperor's divine power.

In a sense, Yan Ming is really just an ant. He relies entirely on the ancient imperial weapons and two forbidden weapons to attack the quasi-emperor. He is really not capable of anything on his own.

The other party's roar can kill thousands of saints.

The intense pain made Yan Ming's face pale and his breath became weaker and weaker. He caused Taoist Mingde's old body to crack, but he didn't expect that he would end up with the same result in the end. This was caused by greed.

When the imperial forbidden weapon has not been completely unlocked, it is already a great achievement to seize a quasi-emperor's thigh with the Immortal-Slaying Flying Sword!

The quasi-emperor's head was indeed captivating and frightened all the heroes, but Yan Ming was not feeling well either. He almost died in order to obtain this head. At this time, his consciousness was gradually becoming blurred and his immortal platform was about to collapse. This was a sign of extreme danger.

Just now outside the Holy Cliff, he relied entirely on the last of his blood and energy to enslave the six ancestral kings, and he had no more strength to go north.

"How could this happen..." Hundreds of miles away, in an elegant palace, Yan Ruyu saw the scene of the Holy Spirit's blood spilling. She was anxious and had a premonition that something big had happened to Yan Ming, but she was anxious but had no way to help resolve it.

Deep in the Sun Palace, An Miaoyi could no longer sit still and wanted to rush over, but was blocked by the Holy Dao Field. There were also tens of thousands of Fire Crows circling around to guard it, so she couldn't get through at all.

At the critical moment, a hermit here appeared and led a few people closer.

"He has very serious Taoist injuries. After all, he is a quasi-emperor!" Yang Yi, who was in mourning for her husband, was also worried. She rushed over as soon as possible with her white dress fluttering.

She had been at the level of a great king ten thousand years ago, was resurrected after the ancient times, refined the holy fruit, and smoothly became a semi-saint. At this moment, she could barely transmit sound into the world.

Yan Ming once promised to help her break through the Holy Gate in the next two years, on the condition that he hoped Yang Yi could stay in the Holy Cliff and return to Yaochi, but she had to stay here most of the time.

In a trance, Yan Ming heard some people calling him, and with a thought, he saw Yang Yi, Yan Ruyu, An Miaoyi, Jiang Tingting, Weiwei, Zixia and others.

As soon as they met, little Tingting threw herself on Yan Ming and cried. She regarded him as a relative and was very worried that something might happen to him. Yan Ming could only comfort her softly, saying that he would be fine. This was a necessary battle that brought many benefits, the most fundamental of which was that it laid the foundation for the rise of Shengya.

Taoist Mingde surrendered the head, even though it was the head of an old body, it still contained some of the quasi-emperor's divinity, which was enough to deter those with ulterior motives in Beidou.

"It's a pity that the willow tree in the thigh cannot be pulled out. It's still too weak." Yan Ming sighed lightly. He couldn't make good use of the two trophies at the moment.

"Brother Taoist, what's wrong with you?" Yang Yi was moved. She sensed the terrifying aura under his Taoist robe. Golden blood kept flowing out, and she couldn't help but lose her mind.

"The road ahead is difficult, and this is just one of the setbacks I've encountered..."

Yan Ming opened his mouth and smiled, feeling calm in his heart, but he felt dizzy and his body tended to lean backwards.

An Miaoyi, who was observing from the side, quickly supported him and placed him on her chest. His soft hair was loose and had a fresh fragrance, which was refreshing, but the injured man had no conditions to appreciate it at the moment.

Under his black robe, the cracks in his original fire body were getting bigger and bigger. If it weren't for the ancient emperor's soldiers suppressing it for a moment, it might have collapsed in an instant.

"Brother... my great-grandmother still has a holy fruit!" Little Tingting's eyes turned red and she kept sobbing.

"That is the key to completing your Taiyin body. Don't worry, I'm far from dying."

Yan Ming stroked the little girl's jet-black hair. Although her breath was weak, there was a great momentum in her. That was the light of her soul, burning fiercely and rushing upwards, not restricted by the body of the fire spirit.

He extended a fingertip and touched Jiang Tingting's brow, giving her a fire slave, and said softly: "From today on, you will be the goddess of my Holy Cliff."

Later, he looked at Yan Ruyu again and transmitted a few words through his telepathic voice, causing her pupils to constrict and a look of shock on her face. The sage had appointed the two Primordial Lake Ancestral Kings to be her protectors.

"This is too much." Yan Ruyu shook her head, unable to accept it in her heart, especially in this situation.

"Your blood relative once said that your lineage possesses the scriptures, and I possess the imperial weapon. The combination of the two forms a complete inheritance of the ultimate way, capable of standing at the pinnacle of the Big Dipper." Yan Ming recounted his encounter with Taoist Mingde outside the domain and the reasons for their battle. Finally, he said, "You have been navigating the various factions since you were young, and you possess a keen mind. I hope you can establish a residence and garrison at Holy Cliff, and remain here in the future."

"Where else can I go except here?"

Yan Ruyu's eyes were slightly red, and tear-like substance was flowing in her black pupils. She vaguely guessed the reason why Yan Ming had always acted decisively. This world was too terrifying.

In the Northern Territory, the ancient myriad races are about to emerge, and outside the realm, self-proclaimed terrifying beings are waiting in anticipation, all waiting for the path to immortality to be opened. Without establishing authority, survival in this world is difficult, as too many will covet it.

In the whole world, this is the only place that can be considered a paradise that can accommodate her and a group of demons.

"I will be in seclusion. In the future, there will be a battle between Holy Cliff and Original Lake, and it may not be limited to the younger generation. I know you have a quiet nature, but sometimes cultivation doesn't require isolation. Walking in the mortal world and experiencing a thrilling battle can bring different insights." As Yan Ming spoke, his complexion became increasingly worse. Yan Ruyu agreed to everything...

In the end, Yan Ming returned to the Sun Palace with only a maid left by his side.

Above his head, the Immortal-Slaying Gourd floated up and down, emitting a hazy chaotic light. From time to time, a few wisps of blue clouds bloomed, which were crystal clear and looked very beautiful, just like the deep night sky.

"Saint, I have a secret method that may be useful." An Miaoyi pursed her lips, her hair like a waterfall, her skin whiter than snow, crystal clear and smooth. She was ethereal like a fairy, standing beside Yan Ming and speaking softly, explaining that there was a scripture in Miaoyu Temple where she was born, left by the disciples of Sakyamuni a thousand years ago.

She stretched her body and presented an ancient scripture. On the scroll were two words: Nirvana!

Yan Ming looked at this peerless beauty quietly, felt that her image became more vivid, and nodded to her.

He likes grateful creatures, whether they are humans, demons, or holy spirits. This principle applies to all creatures in the heavens and all races.

An Miaoyi was able to take out this piece of sutra, regardless of whether it was useful or not, she had done her best.

There are many ancient characters on the yellowed ancient scroll, densely packed, about hundreds of words, explaining the mysteries of life and death, and elaborating on the mystery of rebirth. This is one of the classics of the Western Desert, a mental method created by a great sage-level ancient Buddha, and it is extremely precious.

"Perhaps it can be combined with another method."

Yan Ming looked for a while, and a red cloud flashed between his eyebrows, and a Vermilion Bird emerged. His body radiated divine light and auspicious colors, and clusters of divine fire surged out of his flesh and intertwined outside his body, making him look like an ancient sun god.

"Because of the extinction of ignorance, the mind does not arise..." The ethereal sound of Zen chanting sounded, and Yan Ming himself was also chanting scriptures. The beauty beside him rolled up her sleeves and stretched out her hand. In her palm, as white as frost and snow, was placed a divine purple gold lamp. The fire in her heart leaped, almost piercing through An Miaoyi's chest.

Yan Ming stood still, gradually losing his form and transforming into a brilliant red Vermilion Bird. He was born from fire and died in flames. He was reborn in nirvana in the utmost splendor and was reborn in the midst of greatness.

This is a wonderful method. Yan Ming achieved Nirvana many times in a row, and the injuries on his fire body were alleviated, but the most core quasi-emperor injury was still there, and his pale face was difficult to change.

An Miaoyi wanted to say something else, but she felt insignificant. Even if she had the Taoist secret technique of dual cultivation, she, a cultivator in the third stage of dragon transformation, was too far away from the saint realm, and it would be useless even if she practiced it.

"It's enough to have this heart." A voice sounded. An Miaoyi looked up suddenly and found that Yan Ming was looking at her with an unusually gentle gaze.

That night, the two practiced dual cultivation. An Miaoyi took the lead, but the effect on Yan Ming was negligible. Afterwards, An Miaoyi entered the second heaven again and was promoted to the fifth transformation of dragon.

In the second half of the night, a phoenix with purple wings and a silver body flew across the sky. Yan Ming summoned it and tried out some ancient Taoist skills.

"It's not even as good as the Nirvana Sutra. Which Taoist cryptic technique was created by this Taoist sage? It seems we still need to find the secret of the originator's words."

Yan Ming shook his head and looked at the purple-haired ancestor king who was glaring at him. He didn't care at all and even wanted to sneer. Every evildoer will be punished by another evildoer.

"Demon, you have humiliated me. Someone from the Eight Gods will come to settle accounts with you in the future!" The female ancestor queen said with hatred, tears in the corners of her eyes.

The next moment, the Pure Lotus Demonic Fire surged, and the scene of the outside world emerged. Three thousand Fire Crow soldiers emerged from the clouds, wearing grim armor and with white skylights, distributed at different points.

"If you don't want to accompany me, then you will have to accompany my three thousand soldiers. You can choose one." Yan Ming gave the choice.

In an instant, the purple-haired woman no longer dared to make a sound. She curled up her body and felt that the world was like hell, making her want to cry loudly.

Before she crowned herself as the God of Death, she killed many people and was regarded as an evil god by many races, who feared her immensely. Unexpectedly, after she crowned herself as the God of Death, she suffered such a great disaster and was taken into the devil's cave, serving the devil day and night. Is this fate?

"Cry...you just know how to cry. All the luck of Shengya has been cried away by you." Yan Ming coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth, scolded the troublesome servants, and instantly covered the snow-white and crystal-clear body of the female ancestor queen, and continued to study the secret methods of Buddhism and Taoism.

It has nothing to do with love, he is thinking about the deeper meaning
Healing wounds and giving birth to endless life is the essence of wood. The Nirvana Sutra can also be connected to the true meaning of the Phoenix. Among the several Chaos Dao patterns left in the underground Taoist temple of Fire Demon Ridge in the past, there is a celestial phoenix...

The Sun Palace's retreat barrier was opened, and Yan Ming once again fell into a state of meditation.

In the outside world, the original lake and several other ancient tribes, as the victims, remained silent. No one dared to speak, and they all swallowed the bitter fruit tacitly.

In fact, at the moment when the extraterritorial divine war ended, these tribes made the decision to cut off several ancestral kings who went to the central area of ​​the Eastern Wilderness without permission. If someone came to look for them, their response would be very unified.

"It's irrelevant. Those two left the original lake on their own and have nothing to do with our clan anymore. Their life and death are determined by fate." In a sacred lake in the northern region, an old Taoist shook his head and was indifferent to the several ancient royal envoys who came to inquire.

After a while, the gate of the original lake and mountain was closed, leaving only a few ancestral kings looking at each other in bewilderment.

They came here on the orders of several great saints to deal with the aftermath, but they didn't expect the Original Lake to be so uncooperative...

In the central region of the Eastern Wasteland, Shengya's group escaped and crossed to Zhongzhou silently.

An old farmer, working in the fields, froze. Six figures, shrouded in milky-white flames, suddenly appeared around him. At the same time, a lush, verdant lotus descended into the sky. It wasn't imposing, but it thrilled everyone.

(End of this chapter)