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

Chapter 8: Immortal Medicine
Near Zishan in the Northern Territory.

Lihuo Sect is a very small sect, and its strongest person is only at the Four Extremes.

In the boundless night, a ball of fire suddenly ignited on the body of the sect's supreme leader. He was terrified and before he could call out, he turned into ashes in the enchanting flames.

In the secret room, an ancient stove fell and was held by a hand burning with golden flames.

"I succeeded." The person who made the move smiled faintly.

A moment later, chaos broke out here, flames shot up into the sky, and people shouted and ran away.

The Taoist in black cloak held a piece of ancient jade, looked up at the moon, and disappeared into the deep night...

"The slashing way of the present age, an existence that can make my soul tremble!"

Among the crowds of people coming and going in the holy city, a young man in blue stopped. He had a handsome face and a noble temperament, like flowing clouds and blowing wind, giving people a misty and ethereal feeling.

At this moment, he stared at the remaining rainbow light at night and had an unrealistic fantasy.

If he had such strength, perhaps he could escape the fate imposed on him by that group of people.

When I was a child, the old man in black robe whom I met on the day I became a demon was definitely not as strong as the Taoist today!

As he thought about it, Hua Yunfei's eyes dimmed, like a flickering candle flame, tearing the fantasy into pieces, leaving behind solemnity and heaviness.

I am a prisoner of fate!
With his weak body, how could he escape from the king of the slashing path? He was an existence that was far inferior to even the Holy Lord Yaoguang, and he could intimidate Taixuan by himself!
"We can only rely on external forces. That person is not invincible and must have flaws!"

Hua Yunfei murmured and disappeared into the shadows.

Outside the city, deep in a desolate mountain wilderness, something flew by accompanied by golden light, transformed into two feathers, and merged into the void. A figure emerged in the darkness, and this was the real body.

"all the best!"

Yan Ming opened and closed his eyes, looking at the copper furnace and ancient jade in front of him, then looked at the two source stones, and couldn't help laughing heartily.

This is the foundation of rise!

Yan Ming's divine power moved, tearing the stone skin apart, and in an instant two completely different immortal lights cut through eternity.

A wisp of fairy shadow, pure white and incomparably sacred, danced around Yan Ming, unable to soar into the sky - this place has been covered by the field, and the strange phenomenon is unknown to the outside world.

Another ray of purple-gold fairy light flowed, and the dazzling divine clouds rotated. The purple seal in the golden divine source was ethereal, and the pearl mist reflected it. The crystal clear and bright auspicious color imprinted on the void was in the shape of a unicorn, covering the surroundings with a layer of fairy frost, and everything fell into a haze.

A complete Qilin seed, an incomplete human-shaped elixir, and an artifact containing the ultimate array pattern!

With the magical treasure in hand, you will feel heroic!
Although he is already a saint, Yan Ming still has an illusion that it is unreal.

The ancient emperor's exclusive elixir and the Taoist soldiers with Taoist patterns carved by the emperor himself are now in his hands.

"Buzz!"

There was a little Qilin in the source with the scales of an ancestral dragon and its body covered with the innate Dao diagram. Even though it had not yet been born, just being close to it made Yan Ming feel it in his body. His limbs and bones were filled with divine power, and even his soul was touched. He subconsciously wanted to cherish and care for this thing.

This should be considered the passive characteristic of the elixir of immortality, preventing the body from being destroyed during nirvana.

Another source of ice and snow contained a pale blue medicinal stem, and above it was a pair of silvery-white block-shaped medicinal bodies, no more than half a finger long, shaped like human feet, and crystal clear.

Yan Ming was amazed, and inexplicably thought that if those book friends from his previous life were still here, they might have shouted "jade feet" and would not care whether it was a man or a woman.

After satisfying his visual cravings, Yan Ming placed the two sources in the immortal platform, hoping that the aura of the elixir of immortality could promote the evolution of his divine consciousness.

As for the Lihuolu, it was hard to tell whether it was good or bad. Even with Yan Ming's saint-level magic power, its performance was very poor. A finger mark could be left on the copper wall at random.

This is exactly the same as described in "Zhatian", and the real effect can only be verified later.

The next moment, Yan Ming looked towards the direction of Zishan with deep eyes.

Since there is an elixir, where does the spring water come from?
The most suitable place for the elixir of immortality to grow is the divine spring, but the latter usually appears in the forbidden zone of life and is the best quality water source in the nine heavens and ten earths.

The restricted area is naturally not under consideration, so there are only three options left.

The tenth level of the underground spring at the former site of Yaochi is where the remains of the Western Emperor and the Great Saint Body are also located.

The second is the fall of the Divine Realm Lingbao Tianzun, and the Tianzun Divine Spring Fluid is enough to irrigate the elixir of immortality. In the original timeline, Ye Fan was like this, reviving the Qilin seed in the Divine Spring on the other side.

The third is the divine treasure associated with the Emperor's son, the spring that holds the crown of the Enlightenment Tea tree. It is essentially a rune, most likely created by the Immortal Emperor, and can condense the life essence of heaven and earth into a spiritual spring, nourishing the spirits of plants and trees.

For Yan Ming, options one and two can be eliminated.

With two supreme corpses, he was no delicate Ye Fan. With the little girl who ignored the emperor's power guarding him, he had no way to take the old place of Yaochi. A lot of saints had died there, and if he stuffed his fire spirit in there, there might not even be a sound.

But the other side of the divine realm is too far away and cannot be reached in a short time.

After all the twists and turns, he still has to be the emperor's son!
Although the third option's spring water is of inferior quality, it should be able to nourish the elixir of immortality.

Yan Ming and the Immortal Taoist live next to each other and are considered neighbors and friends. The other party has been studying abroad in Shengya for 80,000 years. As a local, it is not excessive for him to call him Taoist brother.

The prince of heaven should call the immortal Taoist his fake father or uncle.

In other words, it is not excessive to call the Emperor's son "nephew".

As for the fact that my eldest nephew will suffer a loss, my uncle has no choice but to do so!

Who made him so easy to bully? The foundation left by the Immortal Emperor was once wiped out by Wu Shi Li Ting, and the Queen Mother was frightened and dared not come out.

If nothing unexpected happens, the high-ranking neighbor of Shengya will be the greatest supporter of the Prince of Heaven.

The configuration left by the Immortal Emperor for the Emperor's son is to ensure his advancement to the Supreme Being.

But people in later generations had no moral principles and took advantage of his absence to bully orphans and widows. After he left, even the first emperor of the ancient times had his temple and the immortal elixir of the fairy phoenix taken away by the other party.

"It's better to do it now than to wait for a better day. Let's take action tonight!"

Yan Ming took a deep breath, his eyes lit up, and he began his action with swift and decisive action.

Outside the mountain, a young man was wandering, his eyes were dazed, as if he was lost in thought.

His identity is not ordinary. He is the nephew of one of the thirteen major bandits in the Northern Territory. His soul was captured by Yan Ming and he was controlled for a short time.

After some questioning, the crawler revealed Tu Fei's information.

Yan Ming nodded, and then asked the other party whether there was any act of oppressing the lower classes that was not in line with the public order and good customs of Beidou.

The young man bowed his head and told the story of how he destroyed a small force when he was thirteen years old. It involved forcibly taking female disciples of the small sect as maids, gaining favors from others, forcing a good man to death, lending money at high interest rates near the city of gods, and demanding tribute from horse bandits.

"good!"

Yan Ming clapped his hands, feeling that he had solved a mystery in his heart.

Ye Fan is in Beidou and gets along very well with the big bandit forces. Some "small bandits" even mix into the protagonist group. They all have their own fortunes. Some of them are quasi-emperors, and some are even immortal with the Heavenly Court.

But Yan Ming, who received nine years of compulsory education, was always confused.

If he is a bandit, can he really be a good person?

Now he finally had the answers to his questions. It was pretty much as he had imagined. All the bandits in the world were evil. Why pretend to be a real villain?

"Once a bandit, always a bandit.

"Even if you sneak into the protagonist group, you are still a bandit!"

Yan Ming muttered to himself, divine fire bursting out of his eyes, and a ball of true fire from the sun fell, instantly melting the person in front of him. After a moment, only a few wisps of ashes remained.

After doing this, he turned around and tore a space door, and the next moment he appeared in a very distant place.

Tonight I must sleep with the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Pot as my pillow!

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