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

Chapter 15: Cloud Break is Not Far Away
In the blink of an eye, it was midnight, everything was silent, the sea became deeper, the clouds had dispersed, and a starry moon was in the sky, casting a moonlight as thin as a veil, ethereal and extremely vague.

As the view narrowed, a magic pot a hundred feet high was attached to the ground. Divine patterns flowed around it, and auspicious colors filled the air, emitting wisps of terrifying aura.

Occasionally, there were a few noises, like the collision of golden swords, the sound was dull, as if it was the sound of war drums from the ancient times, which made people feel distracted and their souls were about to fall.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you think?" The scorching sun's true fire was overflowing, but the voice was very evil, carrying a blatant malice, and it came towards him.

"You want too much."

The man in black shook his head. The other party's conditions had been lowered a lot, but they were still too high.

Such as asking for the immortal heavenly power.

Even just one or two volumes won’t work.

This scripture is the foundation of their lineage's pride. There are less than a handful of living beings in the world who master it, so how could they possibly hand it over to a powerful enemy?

There is also the Feixian Jue, which he cannot tolerate.

"Change the terms."

The old man was about to say something when a scepter with a dazzling bright end emerged from the flames and pierced his chest. It was too sudden.

The latter struggled in pain, silver blood gushed out, and fell on his body, sticky and warm.

Yan Ming's hair was disheveled as he suddenly attacked, nailing the ruthless inheritor in mid-air. Blood flowed along the burning staff, a crystal clear white that was shocking to the eye.

"You..." The old man in black was covered in blood, but he was not dead.

Obviously, he was shocked and didn't expect the fire spirit to suddenly attack.

Just now, he thought Yan Ming would not kill him, and he was greedy for the Emperor's Scripture. So although his words were soft, his actual strength was strong, and he wanted to minimize the losses.

This nail was like a bucket of cold water on his head, reminding him that he was still a prisoner and had no bargaining power at all.

"It seems that fellow Daoist still has concerns." Seeing that the other party still couldn't understand the situation, Yan Ming sighed lightly and prepared to help the other party wake up again.

If you fall into my hands, it will be difficult to die. The true fire of the sun is a unique way to torture the true soul.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, Yan Ming put his fingers together as a knife, and a pale blade light came out, breaking through the air and cutting it in half. In an instant, a large amount of silver blood gushed out, which was extremely sad and beautiful.

The old man groaned. He had a premonition of the knife, but it was still terrifying to be in the situation himself. He watched the lower half of his body fly out.

"It seems that fellow Daoist has not experienced the calamity of body fragmentation yet. Let me help you make up for it." Yan Ming's eyes were dark.

The first time he transformed, the hardships brought about by hundreds of thousands of years of nurturing caused the Fire Spirit to shatter into pieces many times and almost collapse.

At this moment, Yan Ming was in charge of the execution on behalf of Tian and began to frame the prisoners.

First he was killed, then his legs were broken, then his hands were cut off and his torso was torn into four pieces!

Throughout the entire process, the old man did not utter a single scream, but only groaned and groaned, with patience in his eyes. He was a half-saint, and this kind of physical injury could not make him surrender.

He was gambling, gambling that the other party would not dare to kill him, and the stakes were his life!
But there was one thing he didn't know.

He is not the only one who has inherited the legacy of a ruthless person. If something cannot be done, Yan Ming will not show mercy. He will kill them without any regret.

"Is this the incomplete Chaos Blood?" Yan Ming rolled up his sleeves and took out a bloody broken arm, the broken part of which was crystal clear.

Silver blood, golden veins, jade marrow.

The special aura that belonged only to the Immortal Heavenly Art spread out, rendering the surroundings sacred.

He looked at the arm, then glanced at the Heaven-Swallowing Jar behind him, and said quietly, "With this as proof, I only need to suppress the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron for one day! One day is enough for all the sects in the Eastern Wasteland to annihilate you all!"

"You!" The half-saint of a ruthless lineage was shocked and angry when he heard this, but this really hit his lifeline. The other party might really do such a thing, forcing him to give in.

"I can give you the Feixian Jue, but..." He wanted to put forward conditions.

"My fellow Daoist, please do not make the mistake. Yunduan is not far away!" Yan Mingbuyi, his voice like thunder, mentioned the story of the destruction of a lineage of ruthless people in the past.

This is the final warning!
The Yunduan Mountains are the ancestral home of a lineage of ruthless people in the past.

At the time, they possessed the ancient Heaven-Swallowing Demon Jar and inherited two Imperial Scriptures. They were at the height of their power, looking down upon the world. They had offended nearly every faction in the Northern Dipper, and were ultimately attacked by a hostile force, their main lineage wiped out. (Over a decade earlier, Tu Tian had found the body of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Jar in the Yunduan Mountains.)
The remaining ones that escaped the net survived, operated with difficulty, and took root in Yaoguang, which led to their current situation.

In an instant, the valley was silent, with only the aftermath of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot suppressing the dragon-patterned black gold tripod.

“Don’t make the mistake of yourself!”

These four words were like the sound of heaven, and the words rumbled like thunder, penetrating deep into the immortal platform and resounding in the old man's sea of ​​consciousness.

He looked struggling, sighed deeply, and said nothing more.

A complete volume of the Secret Realm of the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art, a designated volume of the Secret Realm of the Immortal Heavenly Art, and two designated divine arts.

This is the bottom line he can come up with!

Afterwards, he allowed the fire spirit to continue to pressure him, even threatening to shoot out a ray of solar fire to burn his soul, but the old man "only wanted to die quickly and would never be humiliated."

In such a situation.

The more you want to live, the more counterproductive you will be. Only by sticking to your original intention can you have a chance of survival.

Yan Ming thought for a moment and did not attack again. Instead, he took back the scepter and the sun's true fire, and reattached the broken limbs.

The old man in black was weak, his body was covered with wounds and bloodstains, and most of his blood and energy had been lost, looking very miserable.

The only good news is that his spirit is still there and has not suffered much damage.

But even so, it is not easy to recover from the injury, as it involves the imperial power entering the body and wreaking havoc, and it is not a simple external injury.

It will take at least several years of seclusion to recover.

Feeling the excruciating pain radiating from his limbs, the old man took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency must swear an oath to the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot, reveal this matter, and let me and the imperial soldiers leave. Only then will I teach you the scriptures and secret techniques."

"Swear like this?" Yan Ming asked. He really didn't know.

With the imperial soldiers as the connection, issuing the Dao Heart Oath belongs to the knowledge of the cultivation world, and there is only the Heavenly Dao Oath in the inheritance of the Holy Spirit.

There should be some difference between the two.

The Semi-Saint said nothing, but sent out a divine thought, detailing how to connect to the imperial weapon and make the Dao Heart Oath.

He demonstrated it once and swore to the dragon-patterned black gold tripod that as long as 'Ao Sheng' kept his promise, he would teach him the scriptures and ancient arts.

This technique has nothing to do with the name, it is directly connected to the breath of the person who takes the oath. It not only involves heaven and earth, but also has a cause and effect correspondence in the dark.

Yan Ming didn't care and simply made a Taoist oath.

If you lose this time, there will always be another day.

Next time, continue to be a ruthless person!
After some friendly (and hostile) mediation and negotiation (including threats and torture), the old man in black, on behalf of the Yaoguang Holy Land, planned to make a preliminary investment in the Huoyue project on the Immortal Mountain (a branch of the Holy Cliff).

The investment amount is: Five Volumes of Heaven Devouring Demonic Art (Wheel Sea-Xiantai), Immortal Heavenly Art Xiantai Volume, Flying Immortal Art, and Kill Me Enlightenment Art.

Yan Ming, as the Minister of Huoyue, expressed his warm welcome to this and said in his speech that some historical events that occurred in the past would not be pursued, and the two sides should work hand in hand towards the future. The two sides reached a preliminary cooperative relationship.

(End of this chapter)