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

Chapter 119 Yuan Huang's murderous intent

A scarlet avenue runs across the northern region, connecting to this ancient royal clan, carrying with it an unparalleled and terrifying primordial pressure.

The Immortal-Slaying Gourd floated up and down, surrounded by wisps of blood and energy like wolf smoke!
Wade through the broken devil's land, Yan Ming is here, the last stop of the great reckoning!
Many forces passed by on his way, whether human or ancient, all sensed him and bowed their heads in worship, not daring to show the slightest disrespect. Even the Yaochi Holy Land set up an altar, with the Queen Mother of the West leading dozens of elders in homage.

Everyone knew his purpose. The dark red lines led to the ancient world of the void, and he descended into the primitive lake!

The original lake is called a lake, but it is actually famous for its mountains and rivers. Each one is dark red, some are like pillars of heaven towering into the clouds, and some are like real dragons lying on the ground. They are surrounded by mist and the essence of life is everywhere.

"Flame Demon, you are here." A low voice came from the depths of a demon mountain.

"This is... the place where the Holy Spirit drinks hatred!"

Yan Ming stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the five dangerous peaks in the core area. His black hair moved without wind, and his eyes were brilliant and intimidating. The sound of golden swords rang out as they turned, adding a sense of solemnity to the surroundings.

He walked forward step by step, with only a fire slave left behind him, who was busy feeling the pulse of the primitive lake. This sacred land was once stained with blood, and two great holy spirits fell here.

Gradually, Yan Ming felt a surge of resentment and hostility!
This is the hatred directed at Emperor Yuan, which remains indestructible even after spanning eternity. Only he, the last descendant of the Holy Spirit's ancestral land, can understand it.

"No need to look for them. They are all gone, leaving me, an old man, to end everything." The deepest part of the Dark Demon Mountain was filled with fog, and an old man appeared. He was the one who had fought with Yan Ming.

After being beheaded, even with the nourishment of royal precious medicine, it was difficult for him to return to his peak. At this moment, his complexion was very bad, his white hair was disheveled, and he was guarding the huge primitive lake alone, looking lonely and decadent.

Time is the most unpredictable thing in the world!
Under its mighty power, ants can transform into dragons, grass leaves can cut down the sun, moon and stars, and dust can fill endless mountains and seas!
The pristine lake that once dominated the world is finally coming to an end.

"The fairy lake of your clan is still there. Didn't you take it away?" Yan Ming said. Daojie's golden eyes saw through the illusion and saw the red sacred lake inside the Demon Mountain.

This is the origin of the Primitive Lake, a lake with countless legends in ancient times. In the past, the Yuan Emperor attained enlightenment here, and the Holy Spirit Rebellion also ended here.

It can be said that this lake witnessed the rise and fall of an ancient royal family!
From afar, the place was shrouded in mist and looked bright red, as dazzling as a blood diamond, with bursts of pure and dark red life essence carried by the wind.

One after another, dark red lines floated in the lake, emitting a crystal clear light. They were both Taoist talismans and ancient formations. They were all translucent with clearly visible textures. Some were purple, as if made of purple gold, and some were red, as translucent as agate. Each line was carved by the former Yuan Emperor himself.

Obviously, the white-haired Saint King on the opposite side wanted to counterattack before his death and use the incomplete ancient emperor formation pattern to complete the last scene.

"This is your last resort." Yan Ming looked calm. Even though his blood and energy were no longer at their peak and he was seriously injured, with the Chaos Ancestral Willow stabilizing his body, he could still display king-level methods and kill millions of people with blood.

“If your foundation hadn’t been destroyed and almost all of it hadn’t been consumed in that turmoil, do you think you could have walked in?”

The old man in the mountain was hunched over, and his eyes were very special. There was a black sun in his left eye and a blood moon in his right eye. He looked extremely weird, and most people didn't dare to look him in the eye, as he could devour people's souls.

This is a special eye technique that only the true royal family of the Primitive Lake can awaken!
Yan Ming appeared beside the original lake with the Immortal-Slaying Divine Gourd on his head and the Secret of the Word "Xing" under his feet. He looked at the lake in a trance, his soul slightly touched, as if there was a huge secret hidden in it.

"What happened in the past battle?" He stood in the core area of ​​the ancient royal family, looking down at the former Sage King. If he took action, he could definitely kill the old king in front of him instantly, but he did not do it. He looked at him coldly, waiting for him to speak.

"Haha, hehe... That great chaos began brewing after the fall of the Yuan Emperor, involving ancient karma... But in the end, my clan won, inflicting a tragic death on the two holy spirits. Their remains lie in the Divine Lake, reduced to ash by my clan. It can be said that they didn't know this would be the outcome until their deaths."

When the old man mentioned the glory of his ancestors, a glow appeared on his face. Suddenly, a ball of strange milky white flame exploded, was fixed by the lake light, and strangled and shattered.

"Want to enslave me? Unfortunately, the bloodline of Emperor Yuan will never be enslaved!" Old Wang was surrounded by the lake mist, his eyebrows glowing, ready to commit suicide at any time.
"Buzz!"

Yan Ming took action, knowing that the other party would not reveal the truth. One by one, the soul chains clanged and pulled out of the void, as if they were made of Daojie gold, and all rushed forward.

Lao Wang fought hard, but he was no match for Yan Ming. He was covered in blood in an instant. One of his arms was broken and stepped on. The memory of being beheaded in the past came to his mind again.

"Fire Demon... There is no eternal inheritance in this world. Your clan is terrifying. There were many supreme ones in ancient times, but they were still defeated by the emperor of the human race. He leveled the Tianduan Mountains with one sword and killed the Imperial Fire Spirit... Hahahaha..." At the last moment, the old man seemed to be crazy. He stared at the lonely Fire Holy Spirit opposite him and laughed inexplicably. He had already put life and death aside.

The other party's tribe was also destroyed, and he was the only one left!
"You are wrong." Yan Ming's lips curled slightly, feeling that the other party had always had a misunderstanding.

"I am a drop of true blood of the Imperial Fire Spirit fused with the Holy Spirit. If the forbidden area has not been destroyed, there will be no me. The ancestral land is just a symbol to me." He said this, mentioning bits and pieces of the ancient times.

"My direct ancestor, that Imperial Fire Spirit, buried his own people, fought against the heavens, triggered the Dao Tribulation, and died fighting against the enemy... The ancient Holy Spirit Ancestral Land is too far away. I don't respect them like you respect the Yuan Emperor." The white-haired Ancestral King's expression froze. This news was indeed shocking and beyond his expectations, but he quickly recovered and roared, "Even if your ancestors destroyed the Holy Spirit Forbidden Zone, the blood of the Holy Spirit still flows in your body. The hatred between our two bloodlines will never be resolved."

"you're right."

Yan Ming nodded, not denying this cause and effect. There is no right or wrong in this world, only strong and weak.

He tore Lao Wang's head apart with one hand, and blood flowed out like a waterfall. He said quietly, "In the future, I will visit the Yuanhuang Ancestor Star... I have another piece of news for you. Your hope of achieving enlightenment won't even rank in the top 20 in this life. This is the future I foresaw through the secret of the word "Qian"."

As he spoke, the old man's soul was strangled, his face was very hideous, and he died with his eyes open. Blood and tears seeped out of his strange eyes, which shone like stars and emitted a faint light.

Another main branch of the ancient royal family was destroyed. Yan Ming's eyes opened and closed, and he spit out a stream of original true fire, turning the ancient king into a bloody mist. The black gourd rotated rapidly, and the gourd mouth was filled with divine light, which absorbed the holy blood cleanly.

At this time, with the death of the cave master stationed in the Original Lake, the Demon Mountain and the Blood Lake emitted special fluctuations, and the remaining formation of the ancient emperor inside was activated.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the heaven and earth seemed to be overturned. A strange phenomenon appeared there, and a black sun rose. It was the divine light of the Supreme Dao, interweaving into a pattern, and the God of Order was overwhelming. All of them were aimed at the Primordial Spirit, and the horror was boundless.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable pressure burst out, the dark void gradually turned blood-red, and the destructive force rushed up quickly. It belonged to the complete imperial law, vast and terrifying, like a steaming ocean.

“It’s actually this thing…”

Yan Ming's face changed, and he instantly guessed what the secret energy beneath the original lake was. No wonder that old Wang waited here to die, leaving behind such a shocking background that he could even kill a quasi-emperor. He immediately chose to retreat.

There are no ancients before, and no successors after. There is no need to say much about the flawless Supreme God. He carries the Tao and law of those who have achieved enlightenment at the peak of their powers. Once released, even the Supreme Being will change color. For example, the intact killing formations of the ancient emperors and the great emperors, and the emperor-level forbidden weapons... Under the baptism of time, the formation diagrams and forbidden weapons are easily damaged and difficult to maintain.

Now, in this world, apart from the seven life forbidden areas, the Holy Cliff and other special ancient places, there is only the Immortal Emperor's flag in Yan Ming's hand and the perfect ultimate killing formation left by the Void Emperor in the Emperor Mirror.

The nearly withered primitive lake revealed the perfect ancient emperor's Dao fruit, which was being released at this moment. This kind of original power was simply not comparable to weapons, unless the emperor's weapon burned the gods and broke through the past extreme divine chain at the cost of self-destruction.

"boom!"

The pristine lake that looked like ruby ​​was now stirring up tremendous waves. The aura of the Ancient Emperor spread, and even though they were infinitely far away, all the creatures in Beidou were trembling, and in the Northern Territory, no one knew how many people knelt down.

"Woo..." As if an evil ghost was crying, or the dead were wailing, the ancient royal pure land was dark and shrouded in leaden clouds.

The chaotic energy fell like a waterfall, like mist, making the primitive lake look mysterious and unpredictable, accompanied by wisps of blood mist, showing a terrifying atmosphere. Then, the divine power swept over like a huge wave, illuminating the sky with a blazing and exceptionally bright light!
Yan Ming casually grabbed the dragon girl, pointed his toes, and a pair of huge golden crow wings appeared behind him. He climbed upwards, and his long black hair was dyed by the divine power, turning it light gold, and his momentum continued to rise.

The next moment, divine light gushed out from the sacred lake, and a hazy corpse was revealed and flashed by. It was incomplete and had some parts missing, but its aura was incomparable, comparable to the most terrifying thing in the world, causing Yan Ming's body to subconsciously tense up. The whole person was shrouded in shadow, and he saw the Bridge of Life and Death in an instant.

"The remains of the ancient emperor have been sacrificed. It's all over." The dragon girl's eyes flickered. She knew that this was the most terrifying killing calamity. Even a quasi-emperor would perish if he came.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, a huge hand appeared, slender and white, but shrouded in extreme murderous intent. It was activated by the remnant formation of the ancient emperor. At this moment, it shattered the void, exactly the same as the remnant corpse of the Taihuang in the ancient world of the Immortal Mansion. Anyone below the quasi-emperor would die if touched by it, without any exception.

At the critical moment, Yan Ming shouted softly and knocked out a stone coffin, which collided with Yuan Huang's big hand. In an instant, the second imperial evil rushed back, surrounded by chaotic light, covering the sky and the earth, like a vast ocean, boundless and infinite, shaking the world.

Yan Ming took advantage of this opportunity and stepped on the Xing character secret to rush out at high speed, avoiding the killing area...

On this day, chaos broke out in Beidou, two imperial evils confronted each other, and the ancient emperor saw the light of day again. Their paths competed for supremacy, entangled with each other, and annihilated each other. In the end, they actually manifested the phantom of the Dharma, filling the entire sky.

"My God!"

"It's the Ancestral Emperor, definitely the Ancestral Emperor!"

A royal family in the Northern Territory was instantly alarmed. Feeling the blood connection, they immediately wanted to rush over, but they couldn't do it at all. The Emperor Sha erupted, involving the Yuan Emperor...

(End of this chapter)