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

Chapter 105: The Flame of the Ancient Universe, Aoki is Above

A copper coffin, as if born at the beginning of the universe, as the quasi-emperor's head melted away, a special wave spread, the copper rust swayed, the fairy light surged, the vision was astonishing, and wisps of green mist spread like ripples.

Yan Ming stood before the altar, forming an ancient finger gesture with his hands, and continuously chanted scriptures. The Dao Jie Golden Sea of ​​Consciousness was filled with the information of the Lord of the Plateau.
The owner of the bronze coffin rose in ancient times, and his life was filled with blood and chaos!

From the destruction of his clan and world to finally standing on the top, he defeated all his enemies in blood and tears. Even if he resurrected his relatives, he could not find the original feeling and believed that everything was nothing.

In the end, he fell ill, sacrificed everything, and buried his own existence...

"The cultivator of later generations, Yan Ming, brought his followers to pay homage to Gaoyuan Chenzu." Yan Ming's black hair was loose, and he traced back carefully.

He took out all his resources, and in the end, even put in two seeds of the elixir of immortality, offering everything for this grand sacrifice, just to offer sacrifice to the original master.

At this moment, time and space seemed to have lost their meaning. A strange sound was heard from inside the Three Generations Bronze Coffin. The secret patterns on the bronze body glowed, like the sound of all the creatures in the heavens offering sacrifices together, and there was also the sound of Taoism.

Illusory ripples, the vast world.

It was like escaping into an unspeakable dream. Yan Mingxiantai suddenly became cold. He felt a biting chill and a cold air lingering behind him.

The Holy Cliff was pulled away, the Big Dipper was invisible, everything lost its outline, and only the bronze coffin remained.

In a trance, he saw flickering lights and shadows before his eyes, revealing one ancient mural after another. They were blurry, but he could vaguely sense the grandeur and brilliance of the universe. One terrifying being after another rose up, but in the end, they all became desolate and bloody, heading towards a desolate end of decline.

This experience was very creepy, and there was an inexplicable substance floating up. It was pitch black and dead silent, a little evil, a little ethereal, and Yan Ming captured it clearly. His whole heart stagnated, and in the end, even his breathing stopped.

"Is it the ashes of the owner of the plateau? Or something else..." Yan Ming whispered, not knowing the reason.

The next moment, matter evaporated, and the black particles turned into a layer of hazy white mist, which looked holy and ethereal, but still weird. At the same time, a faint sound was heard, as if it was as far away as tens of millions of epochs and could not be heard clearly.

"***"

Yan Ming tried hard to listen, but there was only a vast empty sound in his ears, which was difficult to understand. His mental strength was far from enough to get close, and he could not look directly, and could not find any specific details. There was great terror in it.

He could only feel the indifference, ruthlessness, and the emotion of treating everything as dust.

The mysterious fairy sound continued for three or four times, with flames rising in the middle, extremely bright and increasingly sacred, illuminating with an eternal glow!
When the flames died down, everything ended and all the strange visions disappeared.

In an unknown corner, a dream butterfly flapped its wings, caught a wisp of ember, and ignited the butterfly itself, spanning eternity...

Deep in the Holy Cliff, Yan Ming closed his eyes tightly, then suddenly opened them. An indescribable emotion flowed in his heart. It was the sedimentation of years, as if he had experienced the ups and downs of many eras, making him unable to calm down for a long time.

"That was the scene of the owner of the bronze coffin self-immolating...it was really aroused." Yan Ming looked at the bronze coffin of the Three Generations, his brows rippled, and his whole person had a different temperament.

On the desk, the five-colored human skin in the immortal coffin of the ancient tea tree of Wudao glowed, emitting strands of sacred aura.

The flesh and blood on the surface of the quasi-emperor's head in the outside world melted away, leaving only a skull as white as mutton-fat jade. The same was true for the quasi-emperor's leg, leaving only jade bones and willow veins.

The two elixir seeds spontaneously combusted, accompanied by a large amount of light rain. The power of time was flying, as if it was going to burn down the eternal river.

In a moment, the symbols of the Great Dao splashed, the divine chains of order intertwined and melted, and the two elixir seeds cracked, emitting large amounts of divine matter.

It was a cluster of flames, carried by five-colored human skin, ethereal and surging, very small, only an inch in size, and it attracted Yan Ming's attention as soon as it appeared.

A divine secret was revealed from nowhere, and the vast empty sound rang in Yan Ming's ears again, but this time he heard part of it clearly.

"The flame of the ancient universe, the supreme fairy fire of the time realm..." Yan Ming's eyes opened and closed, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the two divine seeds in his palm. His whole body emitted a hazy light mist, shining together with the Immortal-Slaying Gourd, covering this place. The outside world could not see through it.

The next moment, the human-shaped immortality elixir, with only roots left, actually took root in the snow-white leg bones, suppressing the Chaos Willow Tree, absorbing the Quasi-Emperor Matter, and growing rapidly.

That willow tree was originally a kind of natural wood that grew in the chaos. It could be implanted into the body of a quasi-emperor, so one can imagine how precious it is. But now it is suppressed by the elixir of immortality and is unable to breathe. It is really no match for it.

The Qilin seed also rushed into the quasi-emperor's skull, like a demon seed, devouring blood and energy. In the blink of an eye, it actually took root and sprouted, constantly growing taller, with its brilliant purple leaves shaking, exuding an astonishing aura of good fortune.

"The Way of Devouring... No, it's the power of time!"

Yan Ming's eyes were deep, and he discovered some of the mysteries in it. The two immortal seeds were growing across the timeline. Everything was caused by the flame of the ancient universe, which disrupted time.

The ancestral willow was suppressed by the immortality elixir and could not grow. Finally, it flew towards Yan Ming, took root in his sea of ​​suffering, and continued to grow along the meridians.

"Buzz!"

Yan Ming did not stop him. His primordial spirit glowed, as if he had re-refined the ancient tree. As the willow tree stretched out, his whole body radiated divine light, and his aura became deeper and deeper. One could see with his divine eyes that a crystal willow tree took root and grew in his body, like emerald, with branches extending into every inch of his flesh and blood, and the azure clouds surged.

May Qingmu be above, and may he live forever!
This is an immortal root that can prolong life. It can add two thousand years of life to the quasi-emperor and is a priceless treasure for a cultivator who has reached the end of his life.

In the past, the willow root was stuck in the quasi-emperor's flesh and blood, making it difficult to separate. If it was forced, it might damage the root and become unusable. Unexpectedly, after this sacrifice, the problem was solved and the root and the bone were separated.

"Every quasi-emperor is not simple, and has his own destiny." Yan Ming understood, and his expression became calmer.

He shook his sleeves and threw two elixirs of immortality into a lake. These were brought from the outskirts of the burial ground of Queen Mother of the West by Ye Fan, Xiao Nannan, Duan De, Da Hei Gou and Huo Nu in the past when they went deep into the old site of Yao Chi. They had some of the characteristics of a divine spring.

Ye Fan has made many contributions in the past few years, and the Yaochi Spiritual Spring is just one of them.

There are also some holy fruits from the ancient forbidden land, several jars of magic springs, and the immortality elixir of the real dragon outside the Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest, and you can get the dragon balls.

In the middle of the story, the Ancient King appeared and was rescued by Huo Nu. This involved a confrontation between two major forces and a war almost broke out. In the end, the Dragon Ball returned to Shengya.

It wasn't just the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest; Ye Fan had killed members of other ancient royal families, causing dissatisfaction among some of the larger clans. It can only be said that while he caused trouble, he was also quite capable...

"Hey!"

In an instant, mist rose from the Spirit Lake, and a small purple Qilin, about a foot tall, seemed to be flying away with the clouds. Dots of light rained down, and it looked extremely ethereal.

Another incomplete magical medicine was also constantly sprouting, with thousands of auspicious colors and tens of thousands of rays of light, extremely magnificent. In the end, it succeeded in its difficult nirvana and turned into a human form. It grew to the end at an extremely fast speed, and all kinds of ripples spread out, becoming the most divine and holy.

In just a few moments, these two magical herbs had traveled thousands of years back to their peak! This scene was like a myth, truly incredible!

"The flame of the ancient universe is related to the time fire of the extremely ancient history, and has the great power to change the years." Yan Ming said to himself, knowing that he had obtained an extraordinary thing. The flame of time, if it can be truly refined, will definitely be a killer against the supreme being of the forbidden area. Anyone who touches it will die, and anyone who touches it will be injured. This is definitely not an empty statement.

The feedback from this sacrificial ceremony was beyond imagination!
Later, Yan Ming pondered his own changes. Could he now be considered orthodox and weird? He knew more about the owner of the bronze coffin than the ten great ancestors of the plateau.

He had read the final chapter of the Sacred Ruins and knew a little about the Lord of the Plateau's past.

However, unexpectedly, even the Chaos Ancestral Willow of the quasi-emperor level changed, riding on the time power of the ancient universe flame, uprooted and reborn, but Yan Ming himself did not undergo any changes.

The same is true for the Immortal Emperor's human skin. Except for the greater pressure, it remains the same as before.

This made him quite confused, and it might be because his realm was not high enough to discover the mystery.

But no matter what, obtaining a cluster of extremely high-ranking immortal fire and possessing two mature immortal immortal medicines is already a great opportunity...

To outsiders, the sacrificial ceremony did not last long. There was only a loud bang, and the nine ancient imperial artifacts all shook, fell into the sky, and scattered on the platform.

Then a burst of divine light rushed up, and the figure on the bronze platform became blurred, and nothing could be seen clearly.

After a moment, the light disappeared, as if nothing had happened, and it seemed like a complete failure.

"Something's wrong. This kind of fragrance means there must be an immortal medicine in the Holy Cliff." The golden goddess' beautiful eyes flashed with brilliance, and her small and delicate nose moved slightly, smelling the rich fragrance that belonged only to the magic medicine. Although it was very thin, it could not be hidden from the ancient emperor's daughter.

This information made Tiannv have a different opinion of Yan Ming.

Is the other party really so lucky that he is unstoppable?
The Golden King once said that it is difficult for a post-natal holy spirit to attain enlightenment. Even if Shengya is extremely talented and can achieve great perfection, the chasm he will face in attaining enlightenment in the future will be comparable to that of a holy body or a hegemonic body.

It is difficult for acquired things to match the innate ones!

It is an iron rule that there has never been a case of the Holy Spirit being born prematurely successfully preaching the gospel.

"Possessing multiple ancient imperial weapons and an immortality elixir...this configuration is stronger than many ancient emperors." The Golden Goddess sighed softly. Her father also had a magical elixir in the past, but millions of years have passed and it is no longer possible to track it down.
The sacrifice ended and everyone dispersed.

Yan Ming did not summon the Golden Goddess and was not so anxious about the marriage.

On the contrary, he called Ye Fan over and said that the other party had made such a great contribution and must be rewarded handsomely.

Inside the Sun Palace, Yan Ming laughed heartily at the Forbidden Zone brother and sister kneeling on the steps. He personally helped them up and said sternly, "I know your wish. I have the coordinates of the Earth planned in my mind, and I will have the result soon."

"This……"

Ye Fan raised his head suddenly, his eyes flashing with disbelief, and then he bowed his head heavily, tears of gratitude: "The grace of the saint will be remembered in my heart."

In order to reassure the restricted area, Yan Ming even took a drop of Ye Fan's blood and used the power of his supreme soul to deduce blood relatives. In an instant, the hall was filled with blood-red light. The power of cause and effect covered Ye Fan's body surface, resonating with the soul light and in harmony with the order, and a bloodline ancestral tree was born out of thin air.

All of Ye Fan’s blood relatives were present, more than twenty of them. Among them, the branches representing his parents were still there, but their light was dim and their lifespan was not long.

Yan Ming's methods once again shocked the world!
Ten years later, Ye Fan was extremely excited to hear the news about his parents again. In the end, he couldn't help but burst into tears in the ancient temple.

These days, he practiced the secret of the previous word, and occasionally dreamed that he returned home, but could not see his relatives. There were only two low graves left, which made him cry bitterly. He was always afraid that scene would happen.

As a lonely soul in outer space and a wanderer in a remote land, what he cares about most in his hometown are his parents. Now that he knows that his parents are still alive, he is both happy and sad.

How long can these two old people hold on?
I left Mount Tai without being able to support my parents, which is unfilial.

"Your contribution this time is enormous, and you deserve a reward. What do you want? Immortal Scriptures, Nine Secrets, Divine Materials, there's nothing you can't ask for." Yan Ming was unusually gentle, with a smile on his face the whole time, which surprised the Ziwei maids behind him.

It was the first time they saw the saint so happy that he could even bestow the Nine Secrets. It seemed that the young man below had achieved amazing feats.

But, they don’t understand the cause and effect, just because of the coffin in the outside world?

Yi Qingwu's expression was solemn. Unlike what others thought, ever since she came to Beidou, she was shocked by the difficulties of the last days of the Dharma here. Now, seeing a young man from the Xiantai Secret Realm, she sighed inexplicably, feeling that the younger generation of the Ziwei Star Domain was really no good.

First there was Jiang Yifei from the Hengyu Imperial Clan, and now there is another one in the Life Forbidden Zone. Judging from the appearance of a saint, the other party is obviously not inferior to the heir of the Jiang Clan.

"Another Eight Forbidden Area? The woman from the outside world who was accompanied by a saint just now seemed to have a distinguished background and was a member of an ancient royal family?" Yi Qingwu had a lot of thoughts in her mind. She had only been in Beidou for a day, but her horizons had already been broadened. There were nine imperial magic weapons, and this ancient star field possessed too many ancient emperors' traditions.

"Your Majesty has given me a new life, so I shouldn't ask for a reward. However, it's hard to leave my hometown. Without my parents, I wouldn't be where I am today..." Ye Fan bowed his head again. Even the Nine Secrets were eclipsed at this moment. Only one desire remained in his heart.

home!

It has nothing to do with returning home rich and famous, or successfully meeting the ancients again. He just wants to see his parents, make up for the regrets of the past ten years, and serve his parents in front of the hall.

As for whether bringing extraterritorial creatures to Earth would cause a disaster, Ye Fan thought about it and then gave a negative answer.

Ao Sheng, the Immortal Saint, possessed the moral character of an ancient Qi-refining practitioner. He practiced diligently all day long, had no interest in women, and rarely came out of seclusion.

On the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot, the other party displayed his noble moral integrity, as awe-inspiring as pine and cypress. He did not take anything by force or plunder, and was not tempted by the perfect ultimate weapon.

Moreover, this adult is one of the few who does not discriminate against humans.

Letting Lord Ao Sheng go to Earth may help his hometown step into spiritual civilization!

The Earth only needs to offer faith, and even Lord Ao Sheng's faith is directed towards the Great Holy Body. He is so selfless that no one can find any flaws in him.

"Now that the Purple Star has opened, the ancient stars of the prehistoric times should also be able to travel back and forth!"

Yan Ming stood with his hands behind his back, looking towards Zhongzhou. His gaze seemed to cross thousands of mountains and rivers, pointing directly at the Yuhua Ancestral Temple...

(End of this chapter)