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

Chapter 41 The world has been bitter for a long time
"Fire Spirit, oh Fire Spirit, you have come to this day."

Seeing the anger on Yan Ming's face, Yaoguang Bansheng's mouth curled up subconsciously, and he couldn't help but feel secretly happy. Even when he had achieved great success in the past and had established himself as a king, he had never felt such joy today.

Sure enough, my guess was correct. This guy definitely has a deep grudge against the Jiang family.

Otherwise, the other party would not have risked their own destruction, attacked the ancient family, destroyed the temple, dug up the tombs, killed and beheaded the people, and destroyed many of the Jiang family's "foundations".

The Jiang family's revenge was swift. Seeing that they could not find the whereabouts of the murderer, they brazenly stirred up public opinion and directly labeled Ao Sheng as a remnant of the former Swallowing Heaven Holy Land. They demanded that all sects swear an oath of blood alliance to fight against the devil together.

Life is full of ups and downs, and we often sit back and watch our enemies fight each other... On the day of the alliance, Yaoguang, the helmsman, laughed heartily and was in a good mood.

Suddenly, the old man's thoughts turned to his companions who had died tragically. All his gloating disappeared, leaving only a cold murderous intent. (The members of the ruthless lineage in the original novel are known as: Yaoguang the protector, Hua Yunfei the monitor, and the one killed by the Jiang family's background)
"Brother Dao, since you are here, the Demon Emperor's Tomb belongs to you."

The old man spoke and made a gesture. The powerful Yaoguang behind him quickly stepped forward and held out a jade slip with both hands, his attitude extremely humble.

Yan Ming probed into the mind and found that it was a secret technique.

'With one thought, flowers bloom and you rule the world'

This gift is not light. It is the seventh secret technique of the imperial way that Yan Ming possesses, the third style of the taboo for ruthless people.

"Tell me, what is it that is worth such a generous gift?" Yan Ming's voice softened a bit, slightly easing the relationship between the two sides.

If it weren't for the Jiang family, he and the ruthless lineage would definitely be mortal enemies. Yaoguang Saint Son and Hua Yunfei were both targets of the Fire Spirit.

But it’s different now. The current version of the Jiang family is too strong. The combo of the Nine-Layered Heavenly Saint King and the Ultimate Emperor Soldier is enough to overlook the Eastern Wilderness. We must find someone to fight together.

The other party members have lived for at least two thousand years, so how could they not know that the other party's attitude has changed.

The old man in black, his hair loose, retracted the dragon-patterned black gold tripod, and began to recount the sins of the Jiang family: "Brother Ao Sheng, the Jiang family's evil saint failed to cultivate virtue after his birth, and his crimes are heinous. First, he intimidated all the sects, causing the Eastern Wasteland to be silent and forced to submit to the Jiang family as the leader.

"They also searched for 'human medicine', plundered the weak in Yan State, and rushed into the ancient forbidden area like pigs and dogs to die, just to continue to survive.

"The ancient country of Zhongzhou was forced to offer dragon energy and suffered from its tyranny.

"Eastern Wasteland Holy Land, the Saint Lords are forced to pay homage and be forced to...

"The world has been suffering from ginger for a long time!"

As Yan Ming heard the last familiar words, he felt strange inside. Could it be that the Tuntian lineage had become the leader of the righteous path?

The old man from the Jiang family was probably born less than two years ago.

"How can you say these four words, 'The ginger has been bitter for a long time'?"

Even though he was complaining in his heart, Yan Ming had no intention of interrupting him.

It is a pleasure to be able to deal a heavy blow to the inherently sinister old ghost of the Jiang family in public opinion.

After reciting the 'Exhortation to Punish Jiang,' the black-clothed old man finally stated his purpose: "In half a month, I will be waiting at Fire Demon Ridge. I ask you to come in person and together we will slay Demon Jiang!"

After saying that, he quickly stepped back, bowed to Yan Ming from a distance, turned around and left without stopping at all.

The others quickly followed, not wanting to stay around the evil saint for a moment.

"Fire Demon Ridge, where a ruthless man killed the Emperor's Fire Spirit, is in conflict with my innate nature." Yan Ming pursed his lips slightly, but he was not afraid.

Who goes to offline meetings these days?
A light feather was used to attend the banquet.

If the other party really wants to repeat the old deeds of the Lord of the Wilderness, then kill him. If he frowns, he is no longer considered a Fire Spirit.

Anyway, Yan Ming can swing it either way, and eat both. The demonic body must taste good...

"Let's see what tricks you can come up with. A half-step great sage is not that easy to kill." Yan Ming said to himself. He was not optimistic about the so-called "Anti-Jiang Alliance".

They don’t even have a saint-level existence?

In the end, it was up to the Fire Spirit to decide the outcome.

"You have offended the abbot and still want to leave. Even the King of Heaven will kill you to see." Yan Ming's eyes flashed with a dark light. He had already thought of an ancient place, but it would be risky.

He put the jade slip away, looked at the old, weak and sick duo beside him, and nodded in greeting.

Then, Yan Ming's body glowed and turned into a golden rainbow, disappearing under the girl's navel.

Yan Ruyu shuddered and subconsciously touched her abdomen. She felt that the place where the saint had just entered was warm, like a small stove.

She was still stuck in the previous high-level conversation, secretly frightened, and had a sense of illusion.

Am I witnessing the highest-level meeting in the Eastern Wilderness?

"Is it background? No, there is no such decadent smell. He is another ancient sage." Yan Ruyu exhaled, not knowing that the other party was a half-saint.

She only saw that Yaoguang was very afraid of Sage Ao Sheng and even took the initiative to retreat.

In comparison, it is already a miracle to meet a saint who has good intentions towards the Demon Emperor's lineage.

"We are the direct descendants of the Demon Emperor, yet we have fallen to this state. We are truly ashamed of our ancestors!"

The old demon sighed and looked at the original spiritual ruins. This was the demon capital ten thousand years ago, but now it is in ruins.

"If it weren't for the Saint, you and I would have been prisoners of Yaoguang." The nineteenth-generation descendant of the Green Emperor spoke bitterly. He knelt on both knees, kowtowed to the ground, and prayed to the ancestral coffin beneath the earth: "If the spirits of our ancestors still exist, may the Green Lotus lineage rise again! Future generations will never suffer this humiliation."

Yan Ruyu followed behind, listening quietly, and felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart.

She thought of her deceased parents, the seventeen years of wandering, and the fear she had felt when facing the men in black. (Yan Ruyu started the game without parents, most likely because she suffered a tragic misfortune in her childhood, but she did not seek revenge later, perhaps similar to Jiang Tingting.)
In the end, only a vague figure remained, slowly imprinted in his heart.

"This time, I will retrieve the sacred object of my ancestors." Yan Ruyu whispered in her heart with a determined look.

She was a grateful person by nature, and now that she had made up her mind, all the tranquility of the past disappeared, leaving only persistence.

Yan Ming, who was watching the lotus in her sea of ​​suffering, had no idea what Comrade Xiao Yan was feeling.

He was flipping through the jade slips, silently trying to comprehend the mysteries contained therein. With all the laws at his side, he could apply what he had learned to other cases.

Starting with the Dou character formula and quickly deducing the secret technique is a brand new experience, much faster than normal comprehension.

After a while, Yan Ming opened his eyes and basically understood the general principles of the secret technique and was able to perform it.

It is the Nine Secrets after all, and its reputation is well-deserved!

After countless years, although the taboos of other Heavenly Lords, Ancient Emperors, and Great Emperors are powerful, the Nine Secrets are always hanging high, containing the true meaning of the simplicity of the great way, which is timeless and eternal.

"As powerful as the Feixian Jue is, it can be comparable in attack power, but it is far inferior in deduction." Yan Ming sighed lightly, standing there thinking silently, his mind at peace.

The Holy Fighting Technique is just a talisman, but it can evolve into thousands of moves and styles. Every time you comprehend it, you will realize a different killing technique.

The heart lamp and fire sparkled, the green lotus in the sea of ​​suffering swayed, Yan Ming no longer tried to comprehend the 'flowers blooming in one thought', but continued to study the Dou character formula in depth. Over time, he actually felt a special charm from it.

It has been eight hundred years since I became enlightened, and I have never taken anyone's head with my flying sword!
(End of this chapter)