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

Chapter 14: Fellow Daoist, how can we uncover the truth?

A law exploded. It was the sun's true fire concentrated to the extreme, shot out through the Heaven-Swallowing Jar, carrying the will of the innate Holy Spirit. It was incomparably vast, and brought with it the divine power of the universe, earth, and all things.

Boom!
In the vast expanse, black flames stained with black light rolled out, destroying everything in its path!
In the end, even the sky was broken, and a terrifying huge hole appeared in Hanxu, penetrating into the outer space!

Even though there was a dragon-patterned black gold tripod blocking the way, some of the imperial power still seeped through!
"what!"

The old man from the ruthless lineage screamed miserably, his body covered with cracks. The blow hit his left arm, and incomplete chaotic blood splattered everywhere, shining silver like the moon, like a string of clear pearls, bright and dazzling under the moonlight.

The balance of victory has tilted, and there is no suspense anymore!
The old man's eyes were filled with madness. He knew that he was facing a life-or-death situation and couldn't help but roar.

He really couldn't bear it!
The fire spirit opposite can only be considered ordinary. Its divine power does not have the unique aura of someone who has practiced the Emperor's Scripture. Its magical powers are not top-notch either, and it does not have any ultimate secret techniques.

Considering this point alone, even if the other party comes from the restricted area, his status will not be too high.

I was actually forced into a desperate situation by this kind of Holy Spirit!

If they were of the same level, even if he was only a Saint of the first level, he would not be afraid of this beast and could leave safely.

"Brother Dao! How can we uncover this?"

The offensive was too rapid, forcing this half-saint from the ruthless lineage to send a message asking for peace, willing to give up a scroll of scriptures as compensation. He was really at the end of his rope.

“Fellow Daoist, as the heir of the ruthless, you are the bearer of two volumes of the Emperor’s Scriptures, yet you are only willing to give out one volume.”

Yan Ming snorted coldly, his figure flashed and turned into a human form, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and they were dancing like two flames. The imperial power filled the air around him, turning all directions into a desperate situation.

"The evil demons must be killed!" Yan Ming spoke righteously. The pottery jar above his head was as black as ink, surrounded by the patterns of laws and Tao, which pressed the dragon-patterned black gold tripod to retreat continuously.

This situation!

What you said!

It's hard to tell who is the good guy and who is the villain.

The old man from the ruthless lineage was secretly resentful, and knowing what the other party was seeking, he had to reluctantly express his willingness to take out a volume of the Emperor's Scripture.

But the next moment, the fierce imperial power came upon him, almost making him fall and his tendons and veins were about to break.

"You're forcing me!" he roared, his eyes red. He had already lowered his stance, but this damn fire spirit was too greedy.

He lacked time and the shackles of the Dharma Ending Age were too heavy, otherwise he would have become a saint long ago.

If he is given a few more years, he will break through the holy realm. What is the so-called holy spirit? Putting aside external objects, he can kill them all.

Yan Ming said nothing, knowing that the other party was still unwilling to submit, so he activated the semi-emperor weapon and suppressed him forcefully.

The half-saint from the ruthless lineage was injured and did not run away again. This time he chose to fight back.

Before, he had been dodging and did not dare to confront head-on. At most, he would mobilize the power of the extreme gods to attack.

It’s different now, we have to fight like a trapped beast!
"boom!"

Suddenly, a ethereal aura of Taoism burst out from the man in black, extremely sacred and otherworldly.

As the legacy of the ruthless man came out, the sky and the earth were filled with rays of light, as if someone was lifting the clouds and ascending to heaven. This kind of power exceeded the limits of the human body and could really break through the barriers to achieve immortality.

This is the power of a flying fairy. The astonishing attack force crossed the sky and violently confronted the true fire of the sun. It rushed in actively to break the blockade.

"This is!"

Yan Ming's eyes lit up and he went forward to meet him. An extremely bright beam of light burst out from his crown, and terrifying waves filled the sky.

"boom!"

The two men started a fierce battle, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot glowed again, and a dark tide covered the sky.

The ending will be clear soon!

Despite his ferocity, the ruthless inheritor was still suppressed. Yan Ming's first blow sent a bloody spray, a truly tragic scene. If one does not attain sainthood, one cannot resist the might of the Saint. This is a power that dominates the world!

Even if he could temporarily enter the Eight Forbidden Realms by relying on the Feixian Jue, it would be useless, because after all, he was not a true saint, and the barriers of the holy realm blocked everything.

Only divine prohibition can defy the will of heaven!

If this beast had used the secret technique of heavenly power at the beginning, he might have had a chance to escape, but it was too late now.

The situation changes beyond human control!

As expected, after thirteen moves, the black-clothed semi-saint fell from a high altitude, his chest was pierced, and blood splattered three thousand feet, a sea of ​​crimson.

The black dragon wailed as it was swallowed by the black hole, its torso torn apart, and its eerie scales scattered everywhere. In the light, a black gold tripod flew out and smashed heavily on a mountain peak, shattering all matter in an instant.

A huge hand flew out, covering the sky, and tore out the controller of the imperial weapon.

The Heaven-Swallowing Jar was thrown out by Yan Ming and quickly grew larger, swallowing up the sky and the earth, forcibly holding the Emperor Cauldron and temporarily sealing it up.

"Surrender!"

The man in black had disheveled hair and a pale face. He was forced to lower his head to show his submission.
Yan Ming stood with his hands behind his back, his blood boiling, the posture of a victor who still had strength left.
In fact, one of his hands was shaking slightly, injured by the imperial power aroused by the dragon-patterned black gold tripod!

In the later stages of the war, the Lihuo furnace became ineffective, and Yan Ming relied entirely on half of the Heaven-Swallowing Jar to defeat the powerful enemy and confront the complete Jidao weapon. Although he won quickly, he also paid a certain price.

But it's all worth it.

"Sir, why are you so familiar with my lineage?" The man in black robe spoke, thinking about how to protect himself.

He cannot die yet, his disciples have not grown yet, and the holy way has not been broken through, so how can he fall?

The great era is about to begin, and all the arrangements have just begun!

Yan Ming remained silent, his eyes revealing a dangerous aura, like an ancient ferocious beast, making people tense and feel as if they were on the edge of an abyss.

The two of them just stared at each other, and for a moment the atmosphere became eerily quiet.

The old man had a strange look on his face, and he felt uneasy being stared at. The other person seemed to be looking at a rare treasure, and his gaze was too intense.

"Fellow Daoist probably doesn't want his identity to be exposed." Yan Ming said.

"what do you want?"

The old man's face was as gloomy as water and he spoke hesitantly.

"Swallowing Heaven Demon Art, Immortal Heaven Art, and five more ultimate secret techniques, then you can leave." Yan Ming Jinwu opened his mouth, revealing his snow-white teeth, very calmly, as if he was talking about five kilograms of pure source.

Killing this guy is pointless. Searching his soul will only yield a few scraps at best. It's better to make a deal. (In the game "The Great Ruler," Ye Fan killed Wang Teng and got almost nothing.)
Yan Ming experienced the power of Feixian Jue and was unforgettable at first sight. He must get it!
"Then you better do it." The old man's face darkened.

Two imperial scriptures plus five forbidden magic arts, the damn fire spirit is going to drain him empty.

Even if it were Emperor Buddha, he wouldn't dare to sign this treaty!
"There are other people in my lineage. The dragon-patterned black gold tripod is spiritual. Half an imperial weapon cannot suppress it for long." He stiffened his neck and refused to surrender.

Not to mention the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art for now, the Immortal Heavenly Art must not be lost, as it is the foundation of his lineage.

If the other party asks for this sutra, it is tantamount to digging up his ancestors' graves. You must never agree to it.

Looking at the other party's posture, Yan Ming felt a little relieved, knowing that now was the time to reap the rewards.

It’s just the difference between more and less!

Unless necessary, he didn't want to fight to the death with the ruthless people.

Although this force with an imperial inheritance has been defeated once, it is still alive even after its death, and no one knows whether it has any more cards up its sleeve.

A Half-Saint and a Slashing Dao might not be all they have...

(End of this chapter)