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

Chapter 45: Ancient Books Are Wrong
In the turbulence of space, a hurricane was howling, and a pale light shot out from afar. The arrow was spiritual and turned back again, chasing the three people and not returning until they were killed.

"Come on, I'm here."

Yan Ming inhaled and exhaled divine flames, supported the sky with his limbs, and displayed ancient magical powers that seemed to control the laws of nature. He stood upright, and the Sky-Swallowing Demon Pot was revived. The aura of the ancient emperor was overwhelming, shattering the void and splitting the sky, as if he did not belong to this era.

"saint……"

Yan Ruyu looked anxious and wanted to try again, but was enveloped by a black light. It was a teleportation array pattern that condensed the "Tao power" and "Heavenly Principle" and instantly rushed millions of miles away.

The moment the two escaped, the void array platform exploded, and countless light rains came from behind, scattering around the central area. The real scene could not be seen, only some fragmented pictures.

Obviously, that piece of space was shattered!

As the flames faded, the Fire Spirit's true form emerged: a dashing man with shoulder-length black hair, looking far too young. The jet-black Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar transformed into a black hole, devouring everything. Beneath it lay a pair of golden eyes, cold and chilling, actively attacking the enemy. It was like a mythical scene.

In the distance, a bone bow was stretched taut, and it was hard to see clearly, with only pale light flowing. Even though the breath of death was thousands of miles away, it still made people tremble, as if facing an almighty god.

It’s a pity that the two people from the Demon Emperor’s lineage could only see this scene. The other scenes turned into fragments of time and flew away into the distance, never to be seen again.

"This is……"

Yan Ruyu lost her voice and wanted to sacrifice the Chaos Green Lotus, but she was in the Central Region at the moment, where was the ancient sage?

"Uncle, is there any way I can help?" She spoke quickly and looked at the old demon.

Yan Ming is very powerful. He became a saint in the last days of the Dharma and possesses more than one ancient artifact. However, it is definitely dangerous for him to face the ancient heritage of the ancient family alone. That is a road of no return.

If it was a life-and-death duel, the sky would most likely be stained with holy blood and souls would be shattered in the Eastern Wasteland. She was extremely worried that he would perish as a result.

At this moment, the nineteenth-generation descendant of the Green Emperor moved his lips as he looked at the Chaos Green Lotus and the Emperor's Heart, and sighed deeply, "Our lineage's ancestral heritage was exhausted long ago. Even if the ancestral artifact returns, it will not be able to intervene in the battles between the saints."

He also hopes that Yan Ming can return safely.

Emotionally speaking, the Demon Emperor's lineage is deeply indebted to Yan Ming, who has saved them from danger more than once.

In terms of benefits, this is the thickest thigh. If it is lost, he and Yan Ruyu can only win over other powerful monsters.

This is the original timeline.

When Ji Haoyue fought for the Chaos Green Lotus, he killed everyone and wiped out many of Yan Ruyu's relatives.

The Peacock King stood up for the Demon Emperor's lineage, attacked the Ji family, shattered the mountains and rivers with a roar, killed the Ji family's supreme elder alive, and confronted the Ji family's holy master.

After that, the Peacock King basically obtained the right to use the Green Emperor's soldiers.

Yan Ruyu stayed behind the scenes, quietly watching the clouds rolling in and out of the Big Dipper. Her status was similar to that of the grandson of Emperor Wanshou, ruling the demon court with ease.

The only difference was that Wanli was urged by someone, which made him rebellious and he deeply hated Taiyue Xianggong.

Yan Ruyu does not have such worries. It doesn't matter whether she is striving forward or lying down.

As long as the Qing Emperor's soldiers are still there, as long as the bloodline can be passed on, the Peacock King, the Red Dragon Taoist and other great demons will not interfere...

Knowing her current situation, Yan Ruyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, her beautiful eyes looked towards the Northern Territory, and her beautiful face was filled with melancholy.

Past experiences flashed through her mind like a kaleidoscope, and all of them were Yan Ming's figures.

Playing chess in the woods, shaving one's head to become a soldier, throwing a spear to subdue the king, being indifferent to scriptures, practicing asceticism... and that last scene...

Faced with an unparalleled enemy, he risked his life to send her away and face it alone.

"His time in the world should be very short."

Yan Ruyu bit her lip, a complex expression on her face. The blurry figures gradually became clearer in her mind, transforming into a young man with black hair, black eyes, and an indifferent expression. Born on the Holy Cliff, this man had practiced asceticism year after year, possessing a transcendent state of mind that was unattainable for ordinary people.

Ancient books record that the Holy Spirit is indifferent by nature, only respecting heaven and earth, and committing many sins of murder after being born.

Yan Ruyu, however, felt that ancient books were not necessarily true, and the person she met was more compassionate than most monsters and humans.

Many humans and demons are actually just skins covered with cruel souls in their heads.

The old demon also saw the unnaturally young figure in the broken picture. He was very surprised and subconsciously looked at the woman next to him.

"I'm going to the Northern Territory." Yan Ruyu pursed her lips slightly, with a look of determination in her eyes.

"Are you talking about Chi Qi Yuan Zun?"

The old demon's pupils moved slightly, and the first thing he thought of was a legendary figure from the demon clan.

The Eastern Wilds are vast, and the demon race boasts many renowned and renowned demon lords in the southern region, but the strongest can be found in the northern region. Many believe that a terrifyingly powerful red qilin lies deep within the boundless red earth, unable to escape from its dormant state...

On the other side, in an ancient place near the Holy Cliff, a woman in purple was sitting cross-legged, with traces of Taoism lingering around her body.

Suddenly, she was awakened and saw a stream of light in front of her. It was a fragment of time and space, recording the great battle in the desolate area. There were terrible laws in the air, and the misty light bloomed, which made people tremble.

"The great battle between the ancient saints..."

The Saint of Zifu was moved and momentarily lost in thought. She moved her slender legs, her skirt swaying, and she stepped out of the forest as if she was moving, and walked to the place where the flowing light fell.

It was a piece of bone, very short, only an inch long, shaped like an arrowhead, stained with brilliant golden blood, carrying immortal divinity, and murderous intent soaring into the sky.

"he got hurt?"

Zixia felt confused and her expression became nervous. She recalled the scene of the tribulation she saw that day and subconsciously hoped that the saint from the Central Region would win.

The Jiang family is a holy place in the Northern Region, she is from the Central Region, and she happened to meet Yan Ming who was undergoing a tribulation, so the balance in her heart naturally tilted.

The next moment, she thought of another possibility.

"This should be the weapon of another saint. It has been shattered. He should have the upper hand." Zixia's beautiful eyes were flowing with Taoist patterns. She looked at the broken weapons and golden blood in front of her, and she was very uneasy.

From her perspective, the bone arrows and divine blood contained the texture of the Great Dao, which were stacked one upon another and interwoven with the divine principles of the Great Dao of the ancient sages.

For the innate Taoist fetus, this is a great opportunity.

It would be unimaginable for her to understand even a little bit of the original Dao traces of the two ancient saints. Perhaps she could directly break through the next level and pave the way for the next few years.

……

Outside the ancient forbidden area, the void shook like a scroll. A black light rushed directly to the edge of the restricted area, restrained its aura, and turned into a Taoist priest, who was Yan Ming.

His breathing was disordered and his face was pale. He was in a rather miserable state after a chase, and there was a hideous wound on his abdomen, but he was barely able to suppress the attack.

"Old thing, even an incarnation is so difficult to deal with." Yan Ming panted heavily and used the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Jar to suppress himself and eliminate his breath.

In the previous battle, the opponent was far away in the domain, but he used his projected clone to defeat him badly. He was no match at all.

When the old ghost of the Jiang family saw the Lihuo furnace, he sensed the fragments of Hengyu's bloodline in the furnace, and he went crazy and chased him for 30 million miles.

If Yan Ming had not had the ability to transform into a rainbow, and if he had not used reverse thinking at the critical moment, and transformed into one hundred and eight divine feathers, and passed off his true body as real, and threw his real body into the forbidden zone of life, he might have really fallen into the hands of the opponent this time.

This kind of existence that is almost a great saint is simply not something a saint can resist.

(End of this chapter)