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

Chapter 118 The Beheaded Huo Lin'er

"Make a decision to resolve doubts, doubts cannot be delayed... We are already in opposition, what else is there to say." Yan Minghuo started with disheveled hair, his eyes were shockingly bright, and murderous intent was awe-inspiring.

He activated the Doutian Burning Immortal Art, and immortal flames flowed around his body. Not only was there the Golden Crow of the Sun, but also the Vermillion Bird of Fire, the Demonic Flame Thunder Dragon and other special visions. The scene was horrifying. With a loud bang, his real body followed and killed forward.

Unexpectedly, he chose Yan Qi. Qian Lun, who was not far away, was terrified, thinking that the other party really dared to kill him.

"boom!"

Cai Yong stretched out his skinny hand, and with a flip of his hand, the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Pot spurted out a pitch-black light, and thousands of chains fixed the Eternal Blue-Gold Staff.

"Fire Spirit, you!" Yan Qi shouted, his pupils shrank into points, blood splattered across the galaxy, his crown was opened, his forehead bone exploded, and his death looked horrible.

His Taoism was completely cut off, and his Dharma image was suppressed by the ancient imperial soldiers, revealing his true form: a huge blue unicorn lying across the sky, domineering and ferocious, with the primordial laws lingering around, shocking everyone.

The old patriarchs of the Golden Cave and the Divine Silkworm Ridge shook their heads and stared at all this with complicated expressions. A great sage died just like that. It was a bloody ending. He once wielded the ancient imperial soldiers and was a top giant of the royal family, but his life ended in such a sad way.

"Since you have attacked me, you are my enemy. I must kill you." Yan Ming said indifferently. Between his eyebrows, a transparent black flag was spinning, and wisps of forbidden aura spread out. It merged with the imperial weapon and enveloped the field. In an instant, the souls of all the people present turned cold, and they stared at the front in a trance.

Even Gai Jiuyou was surprised and sighed, and understood what Yan Ming meant.

Even without him and Cai Yong this time, the other party should be able to survive. An imperial forbidden weapon engraved with immortal divine patterns is rare throughout the ages.

The quasi-emperor from outside the domain must have been scared away by this thing, but he still paid a heavy price, and the head and one limb of the old body were left behind.

"He's going to kill me!"

Feeling Yan Ming's terrifying murderous intent, Qianlun's hair went numb and his heart was in turmoil. He growled and struggled hard, trying to escape and avoid this inevitable fate.

However, it was in vain. Qianlun roared as a divine spear pierced his forehead. He suddenly became weak and even his screams became weak and almost inaudible. He was unable to struggle.

"Anyone who dares to touch the ancient emperor's soldiers should have thought about this day." Yan Ming's eyes opened and closed. Today, he had killed many great saints, and the blood in his body was rising. It was the resentment of the deceased, which was lingering and added a touch of tragic evil spirit to him out of thin air, making people afraid.

He swung his spear, and a burst of supreme divine power was released. The soul of the Great Sage Qianlun was immediately hit hard, and blood flowed out. It was the essence of dragon blood, whistling forward, flowing with the breath of the most divine and holy.

In an instant, a subtle expression appeared on the beautiful face of Wanlongnu behind Yan Ming.

Seeing the protector being beaten to death with her own eyes, she was filled with grief and her fingers could not help but tremble. She had no idea how much hatred she had accumulated towards the executioner who destroyed the dragon's nest.

This day was destined to go down in history. All the great saints from the ancient royal families in the four places, namely, Primitive Lake, Ten Thousand Dragons Nest, Huolin Cave, and Blood Phoenix Mountain, were annihilated. Yan Ming, alone with his spear, stained the starry sky with blood and changed the color of the Big Dipper.

The fluctuations outside the domain have ended, but Beidou’s reckoning has just begun, and the tribes of those great saints are still there.

Blood Phoenix Mountain is a chaotic pure land with mountains and lakes interlaced. It is surrounded by misty clouds and the dark red cliffs carry a unique aura of peace. Various spiritual birds and beasts roam around, and there is no trace of murderous aura at all.

However, when Yan Ming arrived, holding the Immortal Slaying Gourd and emitting a dazzling Chaos Sword Light, everything changed. He used his immense magical power to blast through the Pure Land's boundary wall, forcibly opening this secret realm.

In the past, who would dare to attack an ancient royal family? But now everything is different.

There was chaos in Blood Phoenix Mountain. It was breached and huge figures appeared one after another. The cries of phoenixes shook the sky and a fierce battle began.

As a result, the black gourd in Yan Ming's hand rose up, revealing an invincible aura. With a bang, the world froze. Suddenly, more than a dozen people were covered in blood in the sky, and their bodies lay dead on the ancient land.

"Stop him, the star gate left by the ancestor emperor is about to open, buy time for His Royal Highness the Prince." Someone shouted, fearless of death, willing to delay Yan Ming's steps at the cost of his own life, but soon blood was spilled, the ancient king screamed, and his two bodies fell to the ground, rolling continuously.

"boom!"

The Immortal-Slaying Gourd shook, and the sword energy was like a waterfall, destroying the ancient king's roar. It began to suck in the blood and energy in the Blood Phoenix Mountain, and one after another red light flew towards it.

Just now, the blood and energy were like beams of wolf smoke, thick and dark red, rising into the sky, but now they were swallowed up and entered the Immortal-Slaying Gourd at a very fast speed.

At this moment, the black gourd lost its former divinity and was almost dyed red. The magic gourd appeared in the sky and covered this sacred land.

Yan Ming walked to the deepest part of Blood Phoenix Mountain and found a half-destroyed five-colored altar. The rubble was still warm. Several old mountain masters had died and their bodies were lying on the altar. They used their lives to open the door to the ancient domain.

"He got away after all." He was cold and ruthless, and his aura was exposed. Some weak people who had not yet become saints broke out in cold sweats and trembled all over, feeling that their bodies were about to collapse.

Fortunately, they did not die.

Unfortunately, what they waited for was the Pure Lotus Demon Fire and the Divine Light Rain, and one after another they knelt down and worshiped the sun in their hearts.

On this day, the main vein of Blood Phoenix Mountain was destroyed, this chaotic pure land was swept across, all the ancestral kings were killed, and the affiliated tribes also met with a devastating disaster. Only a small number of tribesmen and the ancient prince were left to escape into the starry sky.

"Can I escape? We'll see each other again in the future..." Yan Ming muttered to himself as he crossed over to the Huolin Cave, ruthlessly attacking and unleashing a bloody slaughter. The Dragon Girl, following behind, had a blank expression on her face. She had participated in the entire journey and witnessed the bloodshed after the Star Wars.

Yan Ming pushed forward all the way, and several ancient imperial weapons were temporarily suppressed. No one could stop him.

Unlike the Blood Phoenix Mountain, the resistance in the Fire Scale Cave was extremely fierce. The tribe found the ancient array gate, but was unable to open it, and could not escape at all. They were destined to suffer this disaster.

The tragedy of Wanlong Nest was re-enacted here, with endless wailing, crying, and shouting of killing.

The Dragon Goddess looked lonely and sad, as if she was out of touch with the world, walking alone in the blood. As that person fought, the demonic fire in her body seemed to diminish a little, allowing her to regain almost half of her spiritual intelligence.

It is also possible that the person did it intentionally.

"You brought me along on purpose to show off your martial virtues and achievements? Yes, you even captured the ancient princess..." The dragon girl's eyes were empty, and she felt her body had never been so cold. In the future, she was destined to bring shame to her father.

Why is this the result?
If she had known that this would happen after she crowned herself, she would rather have stayed in ancient times, enjoyed the warmth of her family, and lived a life of immortality. For the sake of immortality and for her father's expectations, she had not even taken the first step, and even caused the death of her protector and the conversion of her clansmen.

"I won't accept this. This shouldn't be my fate!" The dragon girl's eyes suddenly became fiery, and her composure returned to normal. She would not be defeated so easily.

She must try her best to survive, take revenge on the Fire Spirit, and return everything that happened today tenfold, a hundredfold!
Like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw, she clung to this hope tightly and lived for it for the rest of her life.

Suddenly, the Dragon Girl looked up at the scene above a palace. It was a wonderful sight, beautifully decorated, with jade silk curtains and kesi silk layered together, stained glass windows delicately made of innate jade, and inlaid with Nine Heavens Divine Jade as screens. It blended with the starlight and moonlight coming in and out, making everything look hazy and ethereal.

A halo of misty light, gilded with light, shone through. Within it lay a woman, a truly exquisite beauty, with ethereal skin and delicate features, blue hair falling to her waist. Even her loose, flowing robe couldn't conceal her beautiful curves. Most strikingly, she possessed an indescribable roundness, a naturally approachable quality that few people would find offensive. "Hurry, it's dangerous over there, brother... Has the Star Gate not opened yet?"

She was protected by several ancient kings of the Qilin clan and walked backwards with an anxious tone. She was forced to leave her boudoir, which caused a rare ripple in the dragon girl's heart.

Will the other party end up in the same situation as I am now?
Both are ancient princesses, both have sealed themselves off until this life, and both encountered the fire demon today.

"Run away, run away with your life, and take revenge on the Fire Demon in the future!" Wan Longnu prayed in her heart. It would be great if she could create a greater enemy for Yan Ming, but at the same time she hoped that the other party would fall into the quagmire and end up in the same situation as herself.

As time went by, the dark thoughts took over and made the Dragon Girl's beautiful face look a little distorted.

But the result was unexpected, which once again proved the saying that there is always a way out.

After losing a large number of clansmen, the star domain teleportation array gate deep in the Huolin Cave glowed and opened automatically, stained with the true blood of the ancient princess.

"Let's go. We can't stay in Beidou anymore. Let's return to our ancestral planet and settle accounts with each other someday." Huo Lin'er urged, but her brother didn't move at all. He couldn't accept this kind of escape.

"I can't leave!" Huo Qizi said, his thick blue hair loose, his fists clenched, and his eyes gleaming like torches. "Shengya claims that the madman of the Hengyu clan has violated the divine prohibition and surpassed the bloodline of the Ancient Emperor. I must fight him and preserve the honor of my clan!"

"Are you crazy? You want to apply to be a fire slave of Shengya? That's not the way to seek death." Huo Lin'er was anxious and couldn't understand at all.

Right now, the terrifying Holy Spirit of the Fire Clan from Shengya has come to attack, and the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest and Blood Phoenix Mountain are in disaster. Why is his brother still so naive?
"He won't refuse this request." Huo Qizi closed his eyes. The Fire Spirit who was able to risk his life to fight the Great Sage, the Fourth Immortal fighting the Sixth Immortal, one can imagine the pride in his heart.

Many tribesmen came to persuade them that there was really no time to delay, time was everything, and the ancestral kings were really risking their lives to hold back the evil beast outside.

"Yan Qi went out without even telling me. Why did he do that? It was to reduce a great enemy for my sister and me. If he had fear in his heart, it would be a fantasy to achieve enlightenment..." Huo Qizi muttered to himself.

"Your Highness, there's no point in saying this now."

An old cave master took a long breath. Seeing that the ancient prince was getting stubborn, he had no choice but to ask him to hand over the forbidden weapon of the Qilin Emperor, which was the life-saving item left by the ancient emperor.

"I am very pleased that Your Highness has the blood of the Ancestral Emperor, but I hope that the magic staff will be given to the princess. After all, a seed must be left behind!" Huolin'er's staff has been used up outside and is in the hands of the old patriarch to fight against the Holy Cliff Fire Spirit.

Huo Qizi was silent, and he took out the Qilin staff imitation from his body and handed it to the old cave master for safekeeping. Unexpectedly, the moment the forbidden weapon slipped out of his hand, a big hand slapped out and hit his neck.

"Third Cave Master, you..." Huo Qizi's eyes turned black and he fainted with resentment.

The remaining ancient kings immediately lifted him up and took him to the star gate to return to their ancestral planet.

At the critical moment, a ball of terrible flames erupted. Yan Ming shattered the Qilin Staff imitation and rushed over to kill him. The power of killing all the kings made everyone's body shiver.

"Oh!"

The black gourd quickly grew larger and rushed forward, causing violent fluctuations. All the members of the Huolin Cave clan on the array platform were shaking continuously and panicked, thinking that they were all going to die here.

"boom!"

A blue rain of light bloomed, the sky gate collapsed, and a torrent rolled in. It was formed by the convergence of runes. The imperial power of the Immortal-Slaying Gourd also fell. In the blink of an eye, blood rained everywhere. More than a dozen people were intercepted. Huolin'er was originally among them. At the moment of life and death, the ancestor king who was already safe rushed out and pulled her over with all his strength.

In the end, the ancient princess was beheaded by the sword, and her torso was cut off on this side. The moving head flew out of the domain, her soul was pale, and she barely passed this level.

"That's good luck." Yan Ming whispered. The jade body that fell down was very extraordinary. There was a water-blue divine light on the neck and rich royal blood.

After coming out of Huolin Cave, he changed direction and attacked the royal family.

On this day, the ancestral kings of the ancient tribes who stood on the wrong side, such as the Valley of Gods, the Blood and Lightning Tribe, and the Stone Tribe, were almost all wiped out. They were killed one after another, just like being cut into leeks.

In the pale catastrophe, even the king of heaven cannot avoid death!
Yan Ming arrived at the Blue Demon Clan. The old chief of the clan roared, knowing that it would be difficult to resolve the situation peacefully and that a bloody battle was the only option.

No matter how strong he was, he could not be a match for the Extreme Emperor's soldiers. No one had seen the scene of the cleansing with their own eyes, but they had felt the boundless divine power tearing apart the landscape and flattening a large ancient clan.

In the end, Yan Ming killed all the ancestral kings of the Blue Demon Clan and stopped in front of the clan’s most powerful treasure tree.

There was a great saint in the history of the Blue Demon Clan. In the era when the ancient emperor passed away, he was respected by all the people in the world. At the same time, he had great luck and obtained an exotic celestial tree outside the domain.

If carefully cultivated, this tree can even be refined into a quasi-imperial artifact, priceless!
"boom!"

Yan Ming naturally would not be polite. The pure lotus flames surged out and condensed into a milky white giant hand, uprooting the ancient tree directly. The sound of harmony of heaven and earth instantly rang out around him.

The next moment, the ancient azure tree let out thousands of shrill roars, and faces appeared among its leaves. Most of them were humans, but there were also other strange races. They were all transformed by blue light and roared ferociously. They were all the souls devoured by this tree in ancient times.

This is natural nourishment for the soul.

Yan Ming opened his mouth and let out a clear whistle, his spiritual thoughts glowing. This time, he no longer transformed into the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, but transformed into the Heaven-Swallowing Jar, which was domineering and terrifying, and devoured all the marks of the soul on the ancient Blue Demon Tree.

The tree has returned to its original purity, its branches sparkling like blue diamonds, surrounded by light blue light, so crystal clear that it makes people intoxicated.

"Hey!"

In an instant, a crystal willow branch tore through the void and pierced through the ancient blue crystal tree. The Chaos Ancestral Willow gushed out life essence and revealed a hint of desire, wanting to devour this heavenly tree born in chaos.

Yan Ming would not refuse. He used his Dharma image and the Ancestral Willow behind him supported the sky. Its branches and leaves extended rapidly, forcibly wrapping the alien species in front of him, absorbing the internal nutrients and perfecting itself. During the whole process, the ancient blue crystal tree that was being devoured resisted violently, but it was completely useless. Its status was already inferior, and it was no match for the Chaos Ancestral Willow.

After a long time, the man and the tree merged into one. Yan Ming's eyes were cold as he stood alone at the ruins of the burned Blue Demon Clan.

He glanced into the distance, not knowing how many peepers he had alarmed.

Everyone was silent, frightened by this killing god. Within a day, he destroyed the ancient clan, the bloodlines of the Supreme Emperor, and the ten royal clans. Each of them was a behemoth that had existed for endless years and had been threatening the lives of others since their birth. However, they were uprooted and killed by Yan Ming.

"Flame Saint, you are truly a man of extraordinary talent. You broke into the Dragon Cave, descended into the Phoenix Nest, and entered the Qilin Cave. This is simply like a myth."

"Tit for tat. Over the years, the Taikoo Clan has been so arrogant, coming to the various sects and forcing them to cede their mining areas. If the Ancestral King doesn't come forward, they will issue a decree to the entire world. But now, Lord Ao Sheng has ascended to these ancient lands, looking down on the Ancient Emperor's Dao lineage, and has wiped them out."

(End of this chapter)