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

Chapter 113: The Kings Appear

"call out!"

A Taoist sword as red as blood, with the feathers of a Vermillion Bird blooming, emitted a brilliance that illuminated the mountains and rivers, brilliant and magnificent. It pressed down and hit the soul of the young master of the Valley of Gods.

This is clearly the power of great strength, coming out of nowhere and breaking everything!
"The strongest in my clan are gods and spirits. You are courting death if you dare to compete with me in spiritual thoughts!" Zi Tiandu's eyes were grim. He had not expected that Jiang Yifei, who was at a disadvantage in realm, would fight him head-on with his soul. This made him sneer, and he firmly believed that he would not fail.

At this moment, the crowd outside Yaochi was depressed, and all living beings were staring there, watching the two people fighting on the battlefield.

Many people on the human side were extremely nervous, and even their breathing was about to stop, and they were about to suffocate, because they were too uneasy in their hearts, and the power of the ancient royal family was deeply rooted in their hearts.

"boom!"

The little man who was as tall as a fist soared into the sky and took the initiative to meet the enemy. Hazy patterns of laws emanated from his body, and the brilliant glow was restrained, shaking the void to the point of collapsing.

A brilliant sword, the bright sword light was shocking. It was the Yuanshen Dao sword transformed from the wings of the Vermillion Bird. Mysterious runes were flowing, fighting against the young master of the royal family.

"puff!"

The crystal clear silver blood splattered everywhere, causing many humans to scream, as if they were actually there, experiencing a life-and-death battle.

"what……"

Zi Tiandu roared in unbearable pain. His soul was forcibly severed, and his original divine blood gushed out. He was severely injured.

He could hardly believe that he would be defeated and at a disadvantage. Someone actually cut off half of his soul in just a moment. Why was the soul of the human being on the other side so strong?

This is not common sense!

Suddenly, cheers from the mountains came from all over the world like a tidal wave. Seeing that the arrogant young master of the Valley of Gods suffered such a serious blow, many young people were immediately excited.

They have been feeling aggrieved for too long. Ever since the ancient tribe came into being, the powerful people in the human race have adopted a evasive approach. It has been a long time since such an example of killing the ancient royal family and demonstrating power has occurred.

Especially when the Beiyuan Wang family turned against them and all the horses were silent, the inheritor of Hengyu faced the ancient ancestor king alone, defeated his descendants, and slew his soul. It was really exciting!

Although this person does not have a good reputation among the younger generation and is too murderous, many people prefer to worship the Northern Emperor and the Central Emperor.

"This kind of aura..." On the ancient chariot, Wang Teng, who was surrounded by the four symbols, narrowed his pupils. He felt the pulsation from the same source and could not calm down.

The other party also possessed the Nine Secrets and had cultivated them to an extremely deep level. He merged with the Vermillion Bird's spirit and form, and severely damaged the arrogant Zi Tiandu with one blow.

Suddenly, Wang Teng's muscles tensed up, as if a thorn was on his back. He felt the gaze of the Ancient Ancestor King and knew that today would not end well.

"The Valley of Gods cannot be used as aid." Wang Teng's heart was cold and he was angry about his current situation.

I have become a pawn of the ancient saints and I can’t help myself!

Just when Zi Tiandu was in a critical moment and his life was hanging by a thread, a golden ancient chariot, with brilliant light rising into the sky, Wang Teng stood on it, crossing the sky like the Emperor of Heaven. The dragon and the phoenix were singing in harmony, the white tiger leaped into the sky, and the black tortoise expanded into the sea. It was extremely magnificent.

He met Jiang Yifei!

Wang Teng's face was as calm as a lake, and the sun, moon, and stars were rotating in his martial arts eyes. With a humming sound, ripples on his forehead spread and collided with the Suzaku Wing Sword, making a crisp sound. Flames shot up into the sky, dazzling the eyes.

It's not just a collision of the same nine secrets, it also involves the ancient emperor's taboos!
"Anyone who stops me will die!" Jiang Yifei said.

"I am only a few years older than you. You have only recently entered the second level of the Immortal Realm. You can temporarily stop the fight today and fight again in the future." Wang Teng did not want to fight to the death with the other party. To him, the stage in front of him was too hot.

Even in this Yao Chi Conference, the Wang family should not have been involved. He did not want things to evolve to this extent.

But the situation does not change according to people's hearts.

"boom!"

Jiang Yifei moved again, his eyes seemed to be filled with golden runes, another kind of terrifying power. In just a moment, his snow-white hair was scattered, and the aura of an ancient Tiangong buried in the years spread out. The true fire of the sun rushed into the sky, dazzling to the extreme.

"This is……"

Even Wang Teng was startled, sensing the danger, and had no time to think, so he quickly counterattacked. In an instant, the ancient secret technique blossomed, evolving the mysteries of the universe and the starry sky.
"All spirits become Tao, as numerous as the grains of sand in the Ganges!" Wang Teng roared, and his entire body almost turned into the rules of Tao. The essence of plants and trees, the essence of the scorching sun, the glimmer of stars, and the origin of the universe all poured down.

This is the power of the Eight Forbiddens!

Even the leaders of various sects turned pale. Beiyuan, the reincarnation of the ancient emperor, has grown up completely. No wonder even the Valley of Gods wants to win him over. He is truly unrivaled.

The two men started a fierce battle, and instantly a real fight broke out.

"Oh!"

Endless red clouds emerged behind Jiang Yifei, and a pair of wings spread out behind him. He mastered the Vermillion Bird Wings and the Golden Crow Wings at the same time. Not only that, he activated the Doutian Fenxian Gong, and even if he just used it alone, it had the power to turn decay into magic.

He waved his hands, and his whole body seemed to be burning. The terrifying aura contained in the pair of red-gold divine wings that appeared was overwhelming. With a loud bang, it collided with the endless sand in the sky.

In a blink of an eye, the two had already fought for more than a hundred moves. Wang Teng became more and more frightened as the fight went on. The opponent's realm was obviously not as good as his, but he could still fight him to the end.

"You are destroying yourself!" Wang Teng couldn't help but speak, his heart pounding. The madman in front of him actually burned his divine power. He had no life-or-death hatred with him.

"Lihuo Fentian!"

When the fight lasted for more than 300 moves, Jiang Yifei let out a long roar, his three thousand long hairs stood on end, large amounts of red blood flowed out from his skin, and his whole body was in a special state. His spirit had never been so strong before, and he burned his blood in a battle, evolved his divine form, released his origin, and the fragments of the imperial blood deep in his body bloomed rapidly.

That is the Tao and Dharma of the ancestors, which is now burning the heavens, with raging flames surging, as if it really wants to burn everything!
The secret of the word "Jie" started to operate on its own, and the Dao patterns and the fire of Li were intertwined. Wang Teng was shocked and had no way to avoid it because the impact came too fast. The opponent's attack power increased to an unimaginable level in an instant, and he had no time to perform the magic of chaos.

"Eternal exile..." Wang Teng roared, wanting to exile himself into the boundless void.

But before he could release the spell, a large amount of flames hit him and he flew sideways immediately. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, his body was stained with fire and golden flames, and his whole body was cracked. Ninety-nine and eighty-one spirits of the four symbols exploded instantly, and then exploded with a bang in the void, blood and bones splattered everywhere, it was a horrible sight.

No one expected such a scene. The number one genius of Beiyuan, who was known as the reincarnation of the ancient emperor, was defeated by a lower-level person. There was still a gap of several small steps between the two.

"Teng'er!" Everyone in the Wang family couldn't sit still at the first moment. Even the ancestor Wang Lie looked sideways. They never expected that Wang Teng would be defeated, and defeated so miserably.

"I won't give in!" Wang Teng roared angrily, full of humiliation, and thought he was invincible.

At this moment, he forgot everything: the ancient clan, the royal family, the Yaochi Conference, nothing mattered, only victory or defeat remained.

However, the truth is cruel. Although the ancient magic arts were unleashed one after another, they were no match for the Burning Fire of Heaven!
He was badly defeated, and in the end, even his body was chopped off, leaving only his soul to escape in a panic, attached to the ancient chariot and retreating quickly.

Wang Lie shook his sleeves and quickly summoned the ancient chariot. After seeing Wang Teng's current situation, his face immediately turned ugly.

Not only did his physical body collapse, but the soul of this unique member of the family was also burned, and it was unknown how long it would take to recover.

"The second immortal can understand the divine prohibitions. This boy is rare in the ages and is an unparalleled hero." The ancestor king of the Valley of Gods had never looked so blazing. Looking down, his eyes were even more terrifying in the divine light, like two magic lamps.

This is a supreme immortal body, which is more precious to his clan than immortal materials and magic. Even the ancient king couldn't help but be tempted.

However, when it came to the Holy Cliff, his eyes suddenly became clear when he thought of those confused fire slaves, and he finally endured it.

When the situation is settled, this human body will be the habitat of his soul.

"You can't escape."

A cold voice sounded, Jiang Yifei was covered in blood, flames were surging between his eyebrows, the void split into four pieces, turned into magma, and chased after him.

Obviously, he was not going to stop. Not only Zi Tiandu, but also Wang Teng was his target, and he wanted to kill him completely.

Ever since his father and grandfather passed away, this descendant of Hengyu had a strong murderous nature. In the Ziwei Star Region, he even wiped out the Duanmu clan single-handedly, leaving behind a mountain of corpses.

Seeing Jiang Yifei pursuing him relentlessly and even daring to provoke him, Wang Lie snorted coldly and said, "Young man of the Jiang family, be merciful when you can. Don't think that no one in the world can control you."

"Since you have taken action, you are my enemy and I must kill you."

Jiang Yifei had white hair draped over his shoulders and faced the Great King directly. There was no fear in his eyes, only indifference.

"Teng'er is not in good condition today. The clan leader was seriously ill some time ago, and our Qilin'er donated blood to save his father. His injuries have not healed yet and he is not at his peak." Someone from the Wang family spoke up and said this. It was Wang Teng's second uncle. His face was very sad. After seeing his nephew's miserable condition, his eyes turned red. He growled, "If we fight again in the future, our emperor's son will not necessarily lose!"

This immediately caused a huge sensation. Some people in the crowd who were on good terms with the Wang family talked about it and accepted this statement. There was even a respected old leader who spoke up and concluded that Wang Teng was lacking in blood and energy before the battle and strongly supported the Wang family.

"Senior Quan De, the old leader who lived for three thousand years. There is even a legend that he once set foot in the realm of the Way of Killing, but was injured by the Great Dao and fell back. He is a senior who is eager to do good and is fair and selfless, known as a man of great virtue and complete integrity." Someone recognized the old leader and respected him immensely.

Everyone was whispering to each other, even the younger generation was hesitant, and even the older generation had made a conclusion. Otherwise, it would be impossible to understand why Wang Teng was defeated so quickly. There must be a reason.

Furthermore, Jiang Yifei’s perception of many retro parties is not very good.

How can someone who kills hundreds or even thousands of his own blood relatives be considered a good person? His heart is too cruel.

"Jiang family's pride, if you have the ambition to be invincible, you won't care about winning or losing at this moment. Taking advantage of others in distress is never a good thing."

"Taking blood to save my father, this is Beidou's ultimate filial piety!"

"This victory was really unfair. The Northern Emperor is invincible in talent, how could he be defeated by others? Sure enough, there is such a hidden story. Who among the Jiang family has committed..." Facing the accusations of everyone, Jiang Yifei's face showed a hint of mockery, and he made a choice that ordinary people could hardly understand.

"boom!"

He attacked ruthlessly and slapped all the people who were trying to stop the fight. Blood immediately flowed like a river. Many people screamed, and figures kept falling down. The corpses were piled up. Of course, many people were completely destroyed as they were directly blown apart.

Facing an existence that has entered the divine forbidden realm, except for a few great kings on the field, even the peerless saints are no match at all.

In just a moment, the person who had just spoken was killed in blood and turned into ashes under the endless fire.

Several powerful men changed color, never expecting that Jiang Yifei would attack them.

As human beings, shouldn't we help each other?

Even if they slightly stand on Wang Teng's side, you can't take action directly!
Killing people at will is simply a demon!
"Jiang Yifei, do you want to rebel against the human race? The Conference of All Races is about to begin, and no major sect can tolerate your behavior!" Taoist Quan De sent a message and fled quickly. He was chased too closely by Li Huo, and all his disciples had been slaughtered.

"If all human beings are like you, I would rather break away from them, establish my own clan, and settle accounts with all of you!" Jiang Yifei said coldly. He had justice in his heart and would not be kidnapped by anyone.

He is cold-blooded and has a heart of stone. He will show no mercy once he decides to kill. Wherever the fire touches, all living things will be destroyed.

The next moment, the reincarnated killer took a step forward, showing off his power with the secret of the word "Xing" and displaying the fastest speed in the world. When he came back, he had two heads of people who died with their eyes open in his hands.

The so-called Taoist Quande was nothing more than a pool of dirty blood after being killed.

"My friend, you are too extreme. There is no grudge that cannot be resolved. You will easily isolate yourself this way. All races coexist, and those who are righteous will have many supporters." Someone spoke secretly, expressing strong opinions about Jiang Yifei's disrespectful behavior towards his predecessors.

Jiang Yifei's eyes were cold, and the secret light in front of him glowed, instantly locking the position. A moment later, blood splattered, and a powerful man from Zhongzhou screamed, his head was torn off, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

This scene caused an uproar outside Yaochi, and even the holy places were silent. They were upset and thought that Jiang Yifei had gone too far in killing.

If you really have the ability, you can kill the ancient tribe. But can you really bear to attack your fellow human beings?

"If he can kill Quan De today, he can kill us tomorrow. Such a person, no matter how talented he is, is not a blessing to the human race, but a disaster." Someone sighed inwardly, feeling that Jiang Yifei was out of control.

"You've gone too far! Even with the protection of the Flame Saint, you shouldn't be like this."

The great king of the Wang family stepped forward, and those who were killed were all old friends of the Wang family. Jiang Yifei was clearly slapping them in the face.

If they remain silent at this time, no one will speak for them in the future, and the high ground of public opinion and morality may be lost.

"Tie your hands and make amends for the dead, and today's matter will be settled." Wang Lie's eyes were slightly cold.

"Zi Tiandu insulted my ancestors and should be killed. The Wang family is in league with them, so they are my enemies. What's the harm in killing them, they are a bunch of shameless people?" Jiang Yifei said this, and the three magatamas in his eyes were surrounded by golden patterns, which had never been so bright red, and his devilish nature was extremely great.

"lie!"

Wang Lie scolded, stretched out a big hand and grabbed forward, wanting to suppress Jiang Yifei immediately as a punishment.

This action instantly received a lot of response. Many people disliked the ancient clan and also disliked people like Jiang Yifei.

"A mere second-level immortal dares to challenge the great king. Will he continue to challenge the ancient sages in the future? He has no respect for his predecessors and does not cultivate his mind. No wonder he died." Someone from the Wang family said, and then met Wang Teng's gaze, which made him shudder subconsciously.

The old patriarch of the Feng Clan in the Central Region couldn't stand it anymore. He was afraid that Jiang Yifei would get into trouble, so he tried to help him immediately and wanted to stop Wang Lie, but he was stopped by the King of Zhan Dao from the Valley of Gods.

"Hahahaha..." The ancient tribes laughed loudly towards the sky, enjoying watching the human race kill each other.

In the clouds, the old immortal wanted to take action but was stopped by the Ancestral King of the Valley of Gods. The latter had a faint smile on his face and looked down on everyone. He did not take the people present seriously at all and only had endless contempt.

"Haha, this is the human race. Even at this point, they are still keen on infighting."

Faced with the ridicule of the Ancient Ancestor King, the old immortal remained silent, sighed, and felt powerless about the farce below.

If he had broken through the holy realm one year later, everything before him would have changed. Time waits for no one!
"You want to fight to the death, relying on the Great Saint's weapon within you? Let me remind you, the Great Saint is standing behind me. Anyone who takes action today will have everything they leave behind them settled."

The ancestor king of the Valley of the Gods smiled proudly, then turned to a stern threat: "I advise you, it is not easy to cultivate to a semi-saint in the Dharma Ending Age. You will soon become a saint. Your descendants and relatives will all enjoy your protection and blessing. If you die here today, everything will be in vain."

Just when he thought everything was settled, a divine sun rose up, illuminating the world, and the sun's true fire splashed over, burning everything, causing him to change color instantly and become furious.

"what……"

The ancestor of the Beiyuan Wang family screamed, his body tore into four pieces, and his blood stained the pure land of Yaochi.

A divine light shot up into the sky and transformed into a hazy golden figure. An ancient being appeared and took off Wang Lie's head, which was extremely terrifying.

"Golden Crow Saint." Jiang Yifei bowed to the saint of the ancient Ziwei star field.

When the disaster struck, everyone in the Wang family was shocked. Wang Teng, who was the first to realize that something was wrong, endured the injury to his soul and wanted to exile himself. Unexpectedly, the space was blocked, and he hit his head on the iron plate. He was grabbed by a big hand along with the car.

"Who are you? A newly promoted saint, how dare you get involved in such a cause and effect!" The ancestor king of the Valley of Gods shouted, and was covered in dust by the divine flames in the sky. At this moment, he quickly took action to resist the true fire of the sun.

"Ancient Ancestor Hengyu cannot be insulted!" A middle-aged man spoke in a cold and ruthless voice. He already knew what had just happened. His eyes flashed with a cold luster, like two dazzling stars in the cold night.

In the temple of the Sun Heaven, statues of the Three Emperors of Ziwei are enshrined, and Hengyu is among them, worthy of respect from all Ziwei creatures.

He displayed his Dharma image, and his eyes became extremely terrifying and full of demonic nature, like two black holes with stars falling inside!
The ancestor king of the Valley of Gods roared and tried his best to fight, but it was really no use. Cracks appeared between his eyebrows, and lines appeared one after another. Blood threads were like spider webs, and he seemed to be cracking.

Even though Ziwei's Dharma Ending Sage is not as good as Beidou, the Dharma Ending Sage is obviously not someone that the ancient Three-Layered Heavenly Ancestor King can challenge, and he was suppressed at the first moment.

Then, in the stunned eyes of countless people, the Ancestral King of the Valley of Gods was put into a purple-gold gourd, and then he let out an extremely shrill scream, which frightened everyone who heard it.

"How brave!"

The void was torn apart, and an ancient king rushed to this place. He was already not far away, with a cold gaze that destroyed its aura, and his eyes looked very cold.

Not just one person, but nine ancient kings showed up in succession, coming hand in hand and walking together, making Chilu almost sink. All kinds of light descended from the sky, and heavenly sounds continued, as if they were singing for them.

"Fellow Daoist who dared to kill the Valley of Gods, go and face the calamity." A Saint King spoke, high and mighty, as if he was holding the decree of heaven in his mouth, and in the blink of an eye he was going to send King Jinwu and Jiang Yifei to their deaths.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Ninth Prince attacked, almost breaking the Three Thousand Realms. All the sect leaders present trembled in fear, and the other human cultivators felt cold all over, sensing the gap between heaven and earth.

"boom!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Cangming was in turmoil, and suddenly a gap appeared. A star gate opened, and a chain of order emerged from it. It was golden and magnificent, breaking through the air and condensing into a finger. It was thick and tall, surrounded by broken gold particles. The moment it appeared, it directly covered the entire area and fell down with a rumble, like a pillar supporting the sky falling.

This golden flame finger fell, powerful and terrifying, and in front of countless people, it directly killed the nine ancient kings!

Cover the sky with a snap of your fingers!

Countless people were horrified. Regardless of their race, they were all trembling, their bodies shaking like sieves, and their hearts filled with fear.

The scene was dead silent. All the people from the Valley of Gods and the Blue Demon Clan knelt down, trembling with fear, not daring to move an inch as if they were in awe of the gods.

Only the purple-gold gourd was left, surrounded by chaotic light, floating in the air, absorbing true blood, ethereal and sacred.

This finger was like lighting a beacon tower. In an instant, terrifying divine lights burst out from outside the Yaochi, almost crushing the eternal blue sky. The ancient kings came, and no one knew how many holy powers came down, sweeping across the sky, cleansing the ages, and bringing with them endless evil spirits.

In the end, even some big names who were crowned kings showed up.

"Flame Saint, since you're here, why don't you show yourself?" the Fallen King said coldly. He sat upright on a bronze chariot, with the Twin Ancestral Kings standing behind him.

Not only him, the Blue Demon King also looked at the purple-gold gourd with dark energy flowing in his eyes, and was extremely fearful. One of the nine ancient kings who had just been killed was a member of his clan.

Suddenly, a big foot fell from the sky. It was not a physical entity, but a manifestation of Taoist thought. It contained a free-hand move of the Qilin divine form, with purple clouds and majestic momentum, trampling on all directions.

"Roar!"

The Fallen King quickly retreated and soared into the sky. The chariot and mount under him were instantly shattered. Then came his two offspring. The twin ancestor kings, both at the Saint King level, were unable to even resist and were instantly trampled to death, turning into bloody mud.

Suddenly, the bloody smell surged in the field, but the Qilin's feet were like a thorn in his flesh, and it was useless to crush his crown or let him escape into the void.

"Great Sage Kunzhou, save me!" The Fallen King was extremely frightened. He sensed a fatal threat and was truly no match for his opponent.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a powerful energy rushed out, and thousands of divine lights emanated from the Fallen Angel King's brows. At this moment, something rushed out, and there were thousands of auspicious lights.

It was a wisp of soul, surrounded by the faint primordial law, changing rapidly. An ancient figure appeared, very blurry, but with a terrifying power. Just a shadow shook the four directions.

"Young people are always impatient..." Kun Zhou showed up. Even though he was just a projection of his soul, he still had supreme magical powers. He was not someone the King of Heaven could challenge, because his real body was not far away from here and he could provide blessings at any time.

He stretched out a big hand, shattered the Qilin's foot, stood with his hands behind his back, and suppressed all directions. At this moment, no one could withstand this aura and knelt down in a group.

"Where are the ancient royal family behind you? Come out now and see how many old guys there are." A burst of fire passed by, and the Peach Forest in the Holy Land of Yaochi swayed, making a rustling sound. The space around it wrinkled, and a wisp of demonic fire descended, transforming into a man with black hair and a black robe.

(End of this chapter)