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

Chapter 84: Sacred Cliff Sacrifice on the th of this Year
In the vast world deep in the Holy Cliff, a statue stands. Its face is very blurry, surrounded by complex Taoist traces, and it emits a brilliant light, illuminating the world.

With a bang, Yan Ming's eyes opened and closed, and he put away all the fire of the great way. A bronze tripod was filled with blood, and white bones were floating there as a tribute to the Lord God.

These are the blood and bones of the descendants of the eight divine generals in Zishan!

In the magnificent palace, chaotic energy was filled. Although it was very thin, it fully demonstrated the sacredness and transcendence of this place. One after another, figures surrounded by divine light descended. They were all saints from all over the Big Dipper. They were distributed according to distance. The first row was the ancient sect Wanchu Holy Land, Zifu Holy Land, Feng Clan, Ziwei Sect in the central area of ​​the East Wilderness... Everyone was wearing white clothes and crowns to worship the Great Saint Body.

In the end, ten figures appeared silently and stood in front of the Holy Lord of the World. They were all like living fossils and were terrifying figures in the Dharma Ending Age!
This scene made many people feel awe-inspiring and their backs slightly cold. They recognized several of them, the old Saint Lord of the Feng Clan, the Supreme Emperor of the Guhua Dynasty, and the old man of the Zifu Holy Land. They were all legendary beings who had disappeared for more than a thousand years. Now they were still alive, and so many of them suddenly appeared.

People like this rarely appear in the world, but now they gather at Shengya and serve under Yan Ming. It is really incredible.

The most astonishing thing was a woman with fairy-like skin and a dark complexion. She was the only one in the prime of life among the ten people. At this moment, she was nodding with the other old men, and her eyes turned as if they were as far away as four thousand years ago.

"This is... Wanchu's Caiyun Fairy. She has regained her youth."

"Incredible. White hair and black hair, returning to the peak of her power. Has she taken that step? Otherwise, how could she be on par with those people?"

"There's no aura of slashing, perhaps it's a heaven-defying immortal treasure, like the Earth Life Fruit, that allowed her to live for four thousand years."

Some old people envy others, looking at their own decaying faces, and can't help but sigh at the ruthlessness of time, while some people can remain young forever.

Among the ten people, except Caiyun, all the others were kings of the way of slaying, and there were even two semi-saints. Many of them were not well-known and had long lost their worldly desires. Only the secrets of becoming a saint and information related to the Supreme could attract them.

The old Saint of the Wind Clan spoke up: "You are...Wang Lie of Beiyuan. I never thought you would come to this point."

"You are too kind, fellow Daoist. It is difficult to cross the third level of the Immortal Realm. This old man is just lucky..."

The old man from the Wang family spoke modestly, but he had a terrifying aura. He was a rare great king who made a special trip from Beiyuan to Donghuang.

The old Saint Lord of the Wind Clan opposite sighed softly and glanced at the old woman of Zifu. This was the Saint Girl of Zifu from 3,900 years ago. She was once extremely beautiful and graceful.

When he debuted, she was already famous throughout the Central Region and was considered one of the most beautiful women in the Eastern Wasteland. But now, she was a dying candle in the wind, her teeth missing, her face wrinkled and covered with wrinkles, and she exuded an air of decay that was hard to suppress.

The path has no boundaries, how difficult is it to cross it?
Some people are making great strides forward, while others are hesitating and lingering. When you turn around, more than three thousand years have passed.

Time is like a river, and the waves wash away the sand. Most of the young geniuses who were full of vigor and vitality have passed away now, and only a few of them are left.

"Time is so cruel." Someone was silent, looking at the man in front of him who was at the peak of his career and looked like a god or demon, while he himself had white hair and had reached the end of his life.

It can be predicted that Yan Ming's path will not stop here. Perhaps he can break into the Quasi-Emperor and be respected under the starry sky...

"Da da……"

A sound of footsteps was heard. Ye Fan was wearing a mourning robe and holding a soul-calling banner. His clothes were fluttering and he was walking like a dragon and a tiger. He was very outstanding. His past injuries had long been healed. Wisps of dragon energy were emanating from him. He was not far from the secret realm of dragon transformation.

Under countless gazes, Ye Fan walked to the second row and sat next to several saints. In the huge palace, no one dared to say anything, and they all recognized his identity.

The next generation descendant of the Holy Cliff Holy Body!
Jiang Taixu's last disciple!
It is suspected that the creatures in the forbidden area are burdened with unimaginable consequences.

Any title can earn the Holy Land respect. From then on, Beidou will have no rivals. All difficulties will become smooth sailing. This is a glorious moment that belongs only to Ye Fan.

Some old friends outside the crowd saw him. They were the people from the coffin convoy. Those who survived after landing in Beidou suffered a lot and were forced to go to the ancient holy land to collect herbs. Later, the tomb of the Demon Emperor was discovered and they escaped.

After the battle of Fire Demon Ridge, the Jiang family, the Ji family, and the Yaoguang Holy Land took action and returned all these people. Now their identities are non-staff disciples of the 'Fallen Heart Flame Mansion', a branch of the Holy Cliff Fire Demon Ridge. Seeing Ye Fan now, their expressions are extremely complicated, knowing that this former classmate has soared to the sky and is admired by everyone.

One of the women had clear eyes and was watching quietly. Ye Fan felt something and turned around and nodded to Lin Jia from a distance. As for Li Xiaoman beside him, he ignored her.

On the 30th of this year, during the Holy Cliff Sacrifice, he was one of the core leaders...

"boom!"

With a slight sound, the heart lamp rushed up, and the divine purple gold lamp shone brightly, emitting a cluster of fire from the avenue, causing the cauldron to boil, and the blood and bones inside melted, quickly pouring into the bronze lamps. The light swayed, like a candle dragon, reaching the depths of the temple from far to near.

Yan Ming stood alone in front of the sacrificial tripod with his hair loose and his back to the crowd. An inexplicable aura spread out, making the surrounding area fluctuate. Clusters of true fire from the sun rose up, completely illuminating the pure land.

These divine flames contained bits of soul light. When they swayed, the void trembled slightly and shook violently. The scene was extremely terrifying.

"The holy temple is completed, let's worship!"

The priest called out, announcing the opening of the sacrifice.

This sacrifice was extremely grand, with people from all religions coming together to worship the statue of the Great Holy Body. Some holy places in the Central Region were well-informed and had already started building temples before coming, with Shengya, the Great Holy Body, as the main deity.

His experience was also traced back, and he fought hard throughout his life to quell the dark turmoil.

As public opinion spread, temples were built even in the distant Nanling Mountains and Beiyuan, and countless people sang praises to the merits of the Great Holy Body and offered their power of faith.

The public opinion of the Holy Body reversed and for a time overwhelmed the Divine Body. Many holy places were tempted and were willing to form an alliance and pull Ye Fan into their chariot.

"Isn't being second in the world enough? That's the seed of the supreme being." The old saint leader of the Wind Clan revealed the truth. During the ancient times, nine people with great saint bodies emerged one after another. They were truly the supreme physiques.

In the central region of the Eastern Wasteland, the ancient tribe showed up, followed by elders from the Northern Plains Golden Tribe. They appeared outside the Holy Cliff and presented an invitation.

This is a king of the way of killing, who looks to be in his thirties, with golden eyes and golden hair, and golden light flowing all over his body. He comes from an ancient force and was brought into the Taoist temple by Taoist Crow.

"Greetings to the Saint of the Ancient Imperial Family." He spoke in the ancient divine language, not as arrogant as one might imagine. Instead, he was very humble. He bowed deeply and stated his purpose: "The ancestor king of my clan has awakened and sensed the aura of the Holy Spirit Imperial Family. He has specially sent me here to pay my respects."

"Golden Royal Family? Your clan's Great Saint and Heavenly Maiden have both revived."

Yan Ming sat cross-legged calmly, knowing that there would be no peace in the Northern Territory.

During this period, the ancient tribes were about to be born, and a small part of the ancient tribes even revived and had contact with the outside world.

I was just a minor saint, a butterfly flapping its wings, stirring up all the storms. A single punch from the Great Saint Body shook the world, shattering the Void Mirror with unparalleled power, and who knows how many timelines it would alter. Who knows what will happen next?

"Saint, our ancestor saint and princess are still sleeping. Perhaps you will be able to see them in the near future." The middle-aged man with blond hair replied and presented the letter from the ancestor king of the Golden Clan.

Yan Ming flipped through it and found that it recounted some of the ancient past, like a reminiscence chapter, introducing some information about the ancient myriad races. It was worth mentioning that the ancestor emperor of the Golden Clan had once visited the Holy Spirit Forbidden Zone and had a past with the Fire Vein Golden Crow, a piece of history unknown to the public.

"The human race was rampant before, and our ancestor king was worried. He wanted to pay a visit to the ancestor saint and ask for the ancient imperial soldiers to help. Fortunately, God loves the saint, and the saint is safe..." The middle-aged man explained. As for how much truth and falsehood there were in his words, that is another matter.

Yan Ming pretended not to hear, knowing that these were all lies, clichés, and empty words. He did not take the so-called friendship between the two sects to heart at all.

His entire clan was wiped out, leaving only him. (The Fire Crow was a spirit creature, and its bloodline was insufficient, so it could not be classified as a Fire Spirit.)

One person is a clan. Using the ancient friendship to visit the ancient fire spirit? That's too much of a stretch.

"A few pieces of divine source, a letter, the cause and effect between the two lineages is really shabby." Yan Ming looked calm and didn't care about the so-called ancient royal family at all.

He took it calmly, but some people were frightened.

An ancient royal family of the third level of the Immortal Realm, in today's world, is enough to defeat all heroes. He is a legendary existence with unimaginable power.

The saint leaders of various religions in the temple felt very uncomfortable and felt that Yan Ming's background was more and more terrifying. Even though the ancestral land of the Holy Spirit had become a ruin, there was still a large royal family to seek support.

As if sensing the Fire Spirit's indifference, the envoy of the Golden Royal Family's expression shifted slightly, and he used his divine power to transmit a message, revealing a secret.

"I heard from Beiyuan that the Saint and the Demon Emperor are of the same lineage. They are currently trapped in the Huolin Cave, and I heard that they are planning a marriage..."

Regarding Yan Ruyu, why did she run to the north?
As for Huolin Cave!
Yan Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, snorted coldly, and the black pupil in his right eye flashed, turning into Dao Jie gold. He cast a ray of light, which made the Dao Slayer of the Golden Clan feel terrified. He couldn't bear it and almost knelt down.

"This... this is a strong man like the clan leader..." The blond middle-aged man was shocked and frightened. He didn't expect that the Fire Spirit Art had reached such a level.

This is no ordinary Saint King, he is definitely an unrivaled powerhouse in that realm!
At this moment, even if the middle-aged man was unwilling, it was useless. His legs became weak, his soul trembled, and he knelt down heavily.

This is a kind of coercion, just like a weak beast seeing the king of beasts, it is naturally in awe and has to submit.

"Hey!"

In an instant, Yan Ming stood up, his black hair dancing like a galaxy, and his Daojie Dharma eyes burst out with infinite light, which was terrifying.

He understood the intention of the Golden Cave.

Do you want to cause a dispute between me and Huolin Cave, and the Golden Clan will sit back and watch the outcome?
At the same time, he could also weigh Shengya's strength to see if he was qualified to be his friend. This was indeed a very wise plan.

"Unfortunately, the chess player is too weak."

Under Yan Ming's gaze, cracks appeared between the eyebrows of the blond middle-aged man, and blood flowed out. His face was pale and he could not move.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a powerful aura burst forth, and from the brows of the Golden Clan's envoy, a thousand rays of divine light emanated, as if a portal to the world had opened. Thousands of golden rays of light appeared, and holy might rose and fell like a vast ocean. The laws of nature spread, and all the heroes trembled.
This is a very mysterious picture. A wisp of divine thought imprint floats up and down, and turns into an old Taoist priest. He wears a golden crown on his head, his skin is snow-white and crystal clear, and his hair is as white as snow. He communicates and blends with the great Dao of heaven and earth, and each wisp of divine thought can crush a mountain!
A golden ancestor king!
"Your talent is unparalleled, and you have reached the king level through practice. It is truly astonishing." The Taoist, who was the fourth cave master of the Golden Clan, spoke.

The high-ranking members of the ancient clans were known as Mountain Lords and Cave Lords, after the blessed caves their respective clans occupied, and held a prestige of exceptional stature. The Fourth Cave Lord of a major royal clan possessed an august status, far superior to that of an ordinary ancient ancestor king.

However, in Yan Ming's eyes, these identities were nothing, and he just looked at them coldly.

"I am very happy that you have brought me this message, but I do not like your intentions."

Yan Ming's forehead bone glowed, and there was a power as vast as the ocean in the immortal platform. It flew out with some white golden flames and turned into a huge skeleton hand. This was a combination of the Dharma image and the previous word secret. It could destroy the void and cut down everything.

The big hand moved forward at an incredible speed and with a terrifying aura.

"How can it be……"

The old Taoist priest opposite changed color and couldn't help but step back, feeling an incomparable pressure that was specifically designed to suppress the soul.

This is a terrifying idea that no one else can do it but me, and I am the only one who is supreme, as if I want to control the entire world and have everything in my hands.

The fourth cave master of the Golden Clan couldn't even put up an inch of resistance. The golden divine light on his body was instantly suppressed by the divine flame, and he fell into the hands of the Golden Flame Bone like cotton wool. His hair was disheveled, and the two legs under his Taoist robe were struggling constantly. His previous Taoist demeanor was gone.

"Fellow Daoist, please stop. I really misunderstood..." The old Taoist shouted with a hint of fear in his eyes. He knew that this time things were not good. The fire spirit was terribly strong, beyond his expectations.

"Is he really a Saint King? I look forward to seeing the first three masters and ancestors of the Golden Cave."

Yan Ming smiled, and the divine flame suddenly erupted, instantly wiping out the Taoist's clone. This scene made everyone tremble, and their souls were shaking. Even the Taoist slayer in the third level of the Immortal Platform was no exception, and was terrified in his heart.

This is a high-ranking member of the ancient royal family. Even if there was some calculation, it was really unscrupulous to fight and kill him so violently.

Even the old man who was about to become a saint in Yaoguang Holy Land felt dry in the mouth and tongue, and once again experienced the ferocity of the fire spirit.

When they first met in the Southern Territory, the Dark Night King only made a slight move, and the other party just raised a finger, wanting to kill them all, with no intention of leaving anyone alive.

Today, facing a large royal family, he dared to do this, his true colors remain unchanged!
Is this madness, or is there something to rely on? The Fire Spirit solemnly worships the Great Sacred Body and builds a temple. Could it be that he can continue to leverage the supreme power of the Great Sacred Body?
Thinking hard!
"Definitely don't provoke him." The old man looked solemn and decided to increase the weight of the tribute. This person could be regarded as the background and backer of a ruthless person.

Maybe they could be more straightforward and directly pull him into the ruthless lineage, force him to form an alliance, and create another quasi-emperor who can swallow the sky. Then it wouldn't matter if they were exposed in public.

"Flame Saint and Holy Son, no matter who attains enlightenment, my lineage will be glorious for ten thousand years!" The black-haired old man was in a state of confusion. He felt that it would be better to come to the Holy Cliff, but it was difficult to give up the ancestral heritage of Yaoguang Holy Land that had been there for tens of thousands of years.

Witnessing the destruction of the clan's cave master's clone, the blond middle-aged man was shocked. The humiliation of being forced to kneel down before disappeared, and only the hope of survival remained.

He did not send a wisp of divine consciousness like the Ancestral King, but his real body. If he was killed, he would die forever!
"Heavenly King! It really is a misunderstanding. Our tribe has no ill intentions. The sun and the moon can see it..." At this moment, the Golden Clan envoy began his struggle. Half a foot was facing death, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Not all Saint Kings of the Ninth Heaven can be given the title of Heavenly King. They need to have the qualities of a great sage. Even among the ancient myriad races, there are only a few Heavenly Kings.

The fire spirit in front of me is definitely worthy of the title of Heavenly King!
Yan Ming's expression remained unchanged. Even though he had reached the eighth level of Sainthood and obtained the exclusive title of the pinnacle Saint King, it could not shake his mind in the slightest.

He stared at the middle-aged man coldly, and just when the latter was about to feel his heart break, he withdrew his pressure.

"One day I will visit the Golden Cave myself!"

(End of this chapter)