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

Chapter 63 Senior, please slow down

Yan Ming stroked the black gourd and felt the rotation of the sun and the moon. He had a feeling that time was passing by, which made people subconsciously want to immerse themselves in it.

He rolled up his sleeves, put away the gourd, and looked at the Purple Mansion Saintess again, saying, "You have my aura on you."

The words were very plain, but they were spoken by a saint, carrying some rules that were enforced by the law, and were imprinted on the sky.

"Hey!"

In an instant, Zixia's lower abdomen bloomed with golden light, covered with sun patterns, making her look like a goddess. Even her hair was covered with a layer of golden frost, sacred and transcendent, and her aura faintly blended with Yan Ming in the middle.

She couldn't help but moan, life essence flowing through her limbs and bones. A drop of strange blood rose from her lower body, rushed into the gap between her lips and teeth, and hovered in the air, emitting a powerful holy power!
Everyone was surprised. They didn't expect that the innate Taoist fetus had such good fortune and had a history with the saint.

Zixia Tan opened her mouth slightly, her sea of ​​consciousness seemed to have stagnated. She just kept her eyes open, trying to see the figure in front of her clearly. The person seemed to be very close, yet there seemed to be an infinite distance between them, making it difficult to see clearly.

The next moment, everything disappeared, leaving only a golden eye of Daojie. Many mountains and seas emerged and undulated, and some of them vibrated as his eyes moved.

One thought creates the ocean, one thought turns into mulberry fields!

Between heaven and earth, there is only the cry of the crows, which is long and vast, as if it came from the ancient times, breaking through time and space, chanting the afterglow of the emperor's fall.

Zixia's body trembled slightly. She knew how powerful Yan Ming was, but seeing this scene, she still felt inexplicably shocked.

"I'm curious, how did you contain this drop of blood?" A faint voice sounded, and Yan Ming appeared with an inquiring look.

This drop of blood was stained with the peerless arrow energy shot by the Saint King. The two holy laws were intertwined, making it difficult to deal with.

The girl in front of him was still very young. Although some parts of her body had developed well and borne fruit, her cultivation was really not good enough. A breath from Yan Ming could make her fall apart. Even the brocade clothes made of ancient dragon silk would be useless and would be torn apart in an instant.

As the words fell, a thick fog rose up, and the sky and the earth were vast. Only two people were left standing there, and everyone else disappeared.

Not far away, a huge black gourd lay horizontally, like a mountain range. In the sky, a dark sun hung high, casting a dark light, looking bizarre and unpredictable.

Zixia's body was tense. Facing an ancient sage at close range, even someone as cold and aloof as her could not calm down instantly.

When she stepped into this special world, she felt it was very unreal, like a dream. It was really hard to imagine. This was the method of the saints, creating a world out of nothingness.

She had seen many methods used by ancient sages in rare ancient books, and she had seen the method of swallowing the heavenly tribulation with her mouth when she was overcoming the tribulation last time.

This time, the world is created in one thought!
"I must become a disciple of the Saint!" Zixia said to herself. This was not just her idea, but the desire of the entire Zifu Holy Land.

Her face was solemn, which made her breathtakingly beautiful features pale in comparison, but she was still charming, like a female elf who was the incarnation of the legendary Nine Heavens Purple Jade King, with charm even in her frowns.

"I have been meditating for three months, observing the patterns of heaven and earth, using my body as a base, and attracting the holy blood..." Zixia explained, showing the special features of the innate Taoist fetus.

The innate shortcut allows her to see many sights that ordinary people cannot see.

After realizing that blood has the characteristic of being "alive", all that remains is to lure it over and fly into the body of the Taoist fetus.

Zixia also has a treasure in her body, which wipes out the evil spirit in the holy blood and allows it to be slowly refined.

The corner of Yan Ming's mouth twitched slightly. He connected with the drop of blood and knew its experience, which he found a little strange.

Contrary to Zixia’s official statement, the truth is a pure honey trap!

The Saintess of Zifu disguised herself as the Fire Spirit to deceive and attack the Holy Spirit Blood that had left the body.

Wait for the essence and blood to fly out and swallow it forcefully.

This method wasn't particularly clever, but the spirit within the blood essence was even less. After being deceived, he fell for it, delving deep into the Dao Embryo's origin, seduced by the mysteries within, and was completely taken in. A single drop of his own blood was being toyed with by her at her fingertips.

"This guy is not a kind person either." Yan Ming commented, shaking his head, as if he had gotten to know Zixia all over again.

It can only be said that the Purple Mansion Holy Land discovered her, established her as a saint, and suppressed her nature to a great extent. Year after year, the girl's nature gradually faded away, leaving only a standard saint template.

The same applies to the Saint Maiden Daoyi, the Saint Maiden Wanchu, the Saint Maiden Dayan, the Saint Maiden Yaochi, and so on.

Beautiful, elegant, and talented.

In his previous life, Yan Ming rewatched "The Great Saint" and was not as impressed by these so-called saints as he was by Fairy Qingshi in the later period of the Ancient Starry Sky Road.

The latter really dared to accept Ye Fan as a follower of Di Tian. Although he was slapped in the face, it was still interesting.

"Sure enough, the one who controls the sky still has to be arrogant. Without characteristics, he will only be forgotten." Yan Ming shook his head and thought of the big moon's four poles that seized the emperor's weapon. The character of being ignorant of the sky's height instantly appeared.

And now, he saw the true side of the Purple Mansion Saint: she was dark, cunning, and, well, a bit thick-skinned, and she did bad things without batting an eyelid.

Zixia held her breath and concentrated, and saw the strange expression on the saint's face. She felt embarrassed and knew that everything she did had been seen through.

"What should I do? Hopefully, nothing will happen." Zixia was worried.

She was in a hurry that time, so she used her body as bait and even took off her clothes. Unexpectedly, the drop of blood came out eagerly, and she forced it to be contained and swallowed into the sea of ​​suffering.

You can't blame her, you can only blame the drop of blood for not being able to withstand the temptation.

Feeling that the dream aura around him was becoming increasingly strong, and the black gourd and the three-legged Yin Crow had a special reaction, Yan Ming's eyes moved and he gave his evaluation against his will.

"You are very talented, perhaps you can set a precedent for the next generation."

"Thank you for the compliment, senior."

Zixia nodded with a slight blush on her cheeks, and then she changed the address directly to bring the two closer together.

Yan Ming felt more and more weird. He just felt that the person standing opposite him was Ye Hei with a changed personality. As long as it didn't involve forced marriage, they were really a bit similar.

He said, "You're so skilled, this must not be your first time. What other actions have you taken against your will before? Tell me all about them."

Zixia was stunned, her face full of questions. She didn't expect the saint to ask such a question.

Wielding imperial weapons, swallowing and spitting out calamity thunder, transforming the world with a single thought, and striking down on ancient aristocratic families…shouldn’t such an ancient sage live a life of dignity?

How did I meet a gossip saint?

"My heart is pure." Zixia observed the saint's expression and said carefully, "At this point, everything is clear."

"I have mastered four of the Nine Secrets. You may leave."

Yan Ming raised his hand and was about to shake his sleeves to blast the other person away.

"Senior, please wait a moment. I'll tell you, I'll tell you..."

The purple-clothed girl was anxious. Her heart was beating wildly when she heard the Nine Secrets. She really couldn't bear to give up this great opportunity to become an immortal, and she didn't care whether she made a fool of herself or not.

　I've written 2k of Magic Jar, so I'll write another 1k and post it. It's really troublesome not to have any drafts saved during the Chinese New Year.

　　I accidentally clicked on "Publish immediately" and missed the schedule. I'm really sorry. Chapter 7 will be published on time at pm.
　　
　
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