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

Chapter 61 I'm the only one left
"Sage Ao Sheng... no, this is..."

Jiang Yun almost cried out when he finally saw the person on the platform clearly. It was the unique aura of the Hengyu lineage.

"You are... the ancestor of Taixu Sect." Jiang Yun was extremely excited and almost cried.

The others all changed color, reacted, and recognized the identity of the white-haired ancient saint standing on the top of the mountain. They were all very surprised, not knowing what had happened.

In everyone's view, the hatred between Yan Ming and the ancient Jiang family is too deep and absolutely difficult to resolve, involving an extreme confrontation.

Unexpectedly, just as a Jiang family Saint King fell in Fire Demon Ridge, a four-thousand-year-old Great God King emerged in the blink of an eye, and even stepped into the realm of ancient sages.

Moreover, Jiang Taixu and Yan Ming were standing side by side, seemingly having a harmonious relationship. This was really weird.

Many powerful people began to have doubts in their hearts and began to re-examine the Jiang family.

"Greetings to Saint Ao Sheng!"

"Greetings to Saint Taixu!"

At this moment, all the saints paid homage at the same time with great respect.

Jiang Taixu was extremely famous and mastered the Nine Secrets inheritance. Four thousand years ago, he was invincible in the Eastern Wilderness and killed more than one king body.

Most of the powerful people present rose to power one or two thousand years ago, and many of them have heard of the legend of the Jiang family's peerless god-king.

It is foreseeable that the Jiang family will definitely change...

Soon, the Saint Leader of the Jiang Family walked into the Fire Demon Ridge on foot, knelt in front of the gate, and endured the gaze of the saint.

Behind him, seven or eight powerful men from the family heads' lineage were trembling with fear. Among them, several people who had targeted the God King's lineage were trembling subconsciously, with their heads almost buried in the ground.

Jiang Taixu was skinny, with white hair hanging down to his waist. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking old. However, his eyes were very sharp as he stared at this group of nominal descendants without saying a word.

Everyone trembled and almost collapsed.

"Yifei, go and do what you want to do." Jiang Taixu said.

The people standing by remained where they were until Yan Ming spoke, and then the white-haired young man stepped forward.

He rushed out, looking at the Saint Leader of the Jiang Family with red eyes, asking about the whereabouts of his sister.

"Where is Caixuan? Uncle Jiang Yun and Uncle Jiang Yi are here. Why didn't she come? Where are my other family members? How are they?" Jiang Yifei felt uneasy and uneasy.

The Saint Leader of the Jiang Family was silent, kneeling there straight.

Jiang Yun sighed and explained, "When you escaped alone, your sister was a strong-willed person who didn't want to be humiliated. To avoid being hunted, she headed north and entered a demonic land... Her life or death is uncertain."

He took out a piece of skirt, which was stained with dark blood. This was the only relic left by Jiang Caixuan.

Jiang Yifei's father and grandfather in prison also had a miserable ending. After the Demon Emperor's tomb was opened, more than one person saw the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Pot merge into one and leave with the rebels.

This directly confirmed the crime of colluding with foreign enemies and he should be executed according to the clan law.

"I'm the only one left..."

Jiang Yifei's eyes were blank and he was muttering to himself. His long hair, which had aged prematurely, looked even more withered.

He stretched out his hand, trying to grab something, but all that was left was a piece of blood-stained clothes. He looked like a wounded beast, his white hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes bloodshot, and a surge of grief and indignation gushing out.

All thirteen people in this lineage passed down from my great-grandfather suffered a disaster.

This is annihilation, leaving no room for maneuver!

"what……"

Jiang Yifei roared loudly, his white hair flying, and a red cloud flew out from the top of his head, as red as blood. That was the Hengyu Divine Furnace, which had revived to a terrifying level at this moment. It was as angry as the Lord of Arms and had a murderous intent that would last forever.

"Jiang Chuan!" A tragic aura rushed into the sky, and Jiang Yifei turned into a stream of light and merged with the Jidao Emperor's weapon. This scene made the two saints present look sideways.

This was not Jiang Yifei's power, but the autonomous revival of the Hengyu Furnace. The gods from the deepest part returned and dominated all of this.

The Sun God Furnace split open the void and headed towards the Northern Territory, intending to settle accounts with those who had not yet arrived. "A junior has actually mastered a supreme weapon!" someone was shocked.

Everyone in the Jiang family was even more dumbfounded. When the previous sacrifice failed, they all thought that it was the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Pot that suppressed the Hengyu Imperial Furnace. They didn't expect that everything was because of Jiang Yifei.

To be recognized by the imperial weapon, the other party's bloodline must be at an extremely high level to revert to its ancestral form!
"This was originally the Qilin colt of our clan!" An elder was heartbroken and didn't know why the family had become like this.

Let an outsider become the candidate for Saint Master, and force the clan's genius out...

"Ancient Ancestor, what if he never comes back?" The Taoist Crow who had surrendered sent a message with a gleam in his eyes.

Rumors outside say that he is the body of a fire crow and a monster born from the divine fire.

In fact, he is a spiritual being that has been connected to a trace of the Sun's True Fire under the earth veins at the junction of the Central and Southern Regions of the Eastern Wasteland. By chance, he embarked on the path of cultivation. He is of the same origin as the Fire God Crow of the Holy Cliff lineage, and even their innate language is similar.

After meeting Yan Ming, the Holy Spirit in Fire, he knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, just to recognize (break) his ancestor (open) and return (slash) to the sect (Tao)...

"The god of Hengyu Furnace has revived on his own initiative. As long as he wants, his status in the Jiang family will rival that of the ancient sages." Taoist Crow whispered. He had been traveling in the Eastern Wilderness for three thousand years and had no idea how many conspiracies and betrayals he had experienced.

"He'll be back."

Yan Ming shook his head, his hair shining with golden light. He appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was filled with ripples and was quite restless.

A top genius met with a tragic misfortune, and tracing back to the source, it was the changes caused by him.

In the original timeline, the Jiang family did awaken a powerful figure and killed the ruthless inheritor sent by the Yaoguang Holy Land.

But in this life, because of him, the foundation changed, an ancient sage king emerged from the Jiang family, and everything was different.

The flutter of a butterfly creates a storm in another world.

Fate is like a weaving of threads. This is something that belongs to Jiang Yifei alone and can only be chewed by him...

All the sects gathered on Broken Mountain, and Yan Ming saw many "people in the book".

The girl who followed behind the previous Saint Lord of Zifu was a slender girl with a purple mark between her eyebrows. She seemed to be in harmony with the Tao. She should be the innate Tao fetus.

The little girl from the Wind Clan was probably the Feng Huang who claimed to marry the Emperor.

"In the original timeline, Old Jinwu became the emperor, so why didn't Fenghuang take the initiative to pursue him?" Yan Ming remembered the question asked by his book friend in his previous life. He was speechless for a moment and then smiled knowingly.

Most of the younger generation of Beidou have never experienced setbacks. They are very arrogant and always make a lot of jokes.

Unlike Yan Ming's aloofness, Jiang Taixu's attitude was slightly more moderate.

But it only targeted other holy places. Everyone in the Jiang family still had a bitter look on their faces, knowing that the anger of the ancestor of the Divine King had not subsided.

Someone wise spread the news and told the family to go to Wanchu Holy Land to find Fairy Caiyun, hoping that the old lover could calm the God King's anger and persuade him...

Soon, Yan Ming saw Jiang Taixu going to find the Saint Lord of Zifu, and mentioned the innate holy body and Tao fetus, vaguely revealing that the Emperor Wu Shi had this physique.

"If we marry, perhaps the legendary supreme physique can be born." Jiang Taixu said. He was obsessed with the stone book inside Zishan and hoped to see the birth of the innate holy body.

The Saint opened his mouth, and the Purple Mansion Saint Lord had no choice but to cast his gaze and said, "Zixia, are you willing..."

"I don't want to!" The graceful girl opened her beautiful eyes, emitting a light purple glow.

"Are you worried that it will be difficult to cultivate the Holy Body after the Ancient Era?"

Jiang Taixu asked. He already knew that Ye Fan had given the holy fruit to help Jiang Yifei's bloodline transformation, and he had a good impression of this young man.

The girl shook her head and said calmly, "I just want to go my own way."

She hopes to live out her own traces rather than being a congenital Taoist fetus.

At this moment, Zixia's face was bare as she glanced at the other saint from the corner of her eye. Her lower abdomen felt burning, as if something was beating...

　I went on a blind date last night and didn't write about The Magic Pot. I feel guilty about that. I'll definitely update tonight. Oh, I'm so tired... I changed the two chapters of Dream Path yesterday and added 1200 words. You can go back and take a look.

　　
　
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