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

Chapter 49 Grass Snake Gray Line
The flower is not a flower, the fog is not fog, and I am not me.

Regarding the matter of reincarnation, Yan Ming was deep in thought, his eyes were very deep, looking at Duan De and said: "Daoyou should admit your mistake... But I hope you can explain the reason!"

Yan Ming rolled up his sleeves, and the innate sun fire condensed into a jade-like chain of order, which was interwoven into a cushion, inviting Duan De to take his seat.

"Really?" The fat Taoist muttered, his face still full of suspicion even though Yan Ming denied it.

The questions asked by sages must be answered.

Duan De sat upright and told a story from the past, which involved the Fire Demon Ridge in the central area of ​​the Eastern Wasteland.

More than 200,000 years ago, in the endless magma of the Central Region's earth veins, there was a holy spirit of the Fire Clan, comparable to an ancient emperor, but his ending was tragic, as he was killed by the legendary Emperor of Heaven.

"Five years ago, I happened to be in the Central Region and passed by Fire Demon Ridge. I was reminded of the ancient past and felt a sense of mourning. I delved deep into the earth's veins and saw some murals there...

"In one of the paintings, the relief on it is too similar to you, the saint..." Duan De sighed, feeling very emotional.

At the beginning, he dug several dojos, hoping to find a powerful weapon to save his life, and Fire Demon Ridge was one of the stops.

Duan De put in a lot of effort and searched for a long time before he finally determined the coordinates and found the former dojo of the Emperor Fire Spirit, but only broken walls and ruins were left inside.

This was a major setback in his archaeological career, and the results were dismal and impressive.

"An ancient dojo in the Fire Demon Ridge's veins..."

Yan Ming's eyes flickered. Duan De's words involved too much, which was closely related to his background. It made him think of many things in an instant, and touched upon things that happened thousands of years ago.

There is also a magma world beneath the Holy Cliff vein that gave birth to him, and like the Fire Demon Ridge, it belongs to the central area of ​​the Eastern Wilderness.

Are the two connected?
Yan Ming's thoughts wandered, and then he thought of the corpse.

The fire spirit Golden Crow in the game "Slaying Heaven" and the evil spirit do have many similarities.

Both are saint-level beings!
Also fought with the old madman!
He also suffered a defeat and fled, and even appeared a few chapters earlier or later!

The other party was the arm of the Ancient Emperor of Immortal Mountain. Could it be that he himself had a similar background? It was like the difference between an obvious and a hidden plot, a subtle thread that stretched from beginning to end.

However, both of them were forgotten by the Red-haired Patriarch, and the pit was not filled...

"The matter here is over. Fellow Daoist Duan, please take me to see it... As for the reward." Yan Ming looked into the distance and saw the duel between the younger generation coming to an end.

The blue sea was surging, the bright moon was falling, Ji Haoyue's blood splattered in the sky, and he fainted.

Jiang Yifei was not feeling well either. He was seriously injured by the explosion of the strange phenomenon. Blood was constantly oozing from the corners of his mouth and his face was frighteningly pale.

Everyone in the Ji family was activating the Void Mirror, trying to take away the Sky-Devouring Demon Cover. Seeing this scene, Duan De's eyes were blazing with fire, and he gritted his teeth. He swore in his heart that he would definitely destroy the Ji family cemetery.

If he was robbed by a random cultivator, he could still summon it back. However, if he was suppressed by a complete Jidao Emperor Soldier, it would be useless even if he recited the ancient spell ten thousand times.

Just when Duan De couldn't help crying for the lost treasure, Yan Ming's forehead glowed and he recited the divine fire spell.

Instantly, half of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Jar took flight, charging between heaven and earth, emitting an unparalleled aura. The other half, sensing the impact, flew over in an instant, seeking to unite.

The Void Mirror shot out layers of immortal light to block it, but was pierced by the pitch-black chain of order and flew out.

"I took this out for you, fellow Daoist." Yan Ming said, without a trace of desire for a complete imperial weapon in his eyes, only tranquility.

Duan De's eyes flushed red. At that moment, the being before him seemed to be covered in a layer of immortal golden frost, so sacred and transcendent that he wanted to worship it. After so many twists and turns, it seemed like there was no way out, but when you turn around, you'll find another village!
"Saint, if you can find my ancestral weapon, I will be willing to die for you if you need me to do anything in the future." The fat man's green eyes were shining, and his greasy face was full of excitement. He almost jumped up.

However, the next moment, his face turned dark as he saw the two shameless pretty boys desperately trying to grab the Sky-Devouring Demon Cover and flying towards him.

"Damn it, why doesn't Jidao Shenwei kill them?" Duan De couldn't help but curse.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the ancient Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot merged into one. Faintly, a soft sigh sounded in everyone's ears, sending chills down their spines as they thought of the various rumors about this imperial weapon.

"Walk."

Yan Ming opened up a void passage and left with the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot.

The brief appearance of a complete supreme imperial weapon had a huge impact, shocking all five domains.

In the northern region of the Eastern Wasteland, the old king of the Jiang family chased all the way, and after shattering several divine feathers, he found that he had escaped the target. Later, he heard the news from the southern region, and chased thunder and lightning all the way, crossing the void.

However, when he arrived, the Demon Emperor's Tomb had already become deserted. Everything was over and Yan Ming had been gone for a long time.

"It's a pity that we missed it again and failed to kill the fire spirit." Some people felt regretful and didn't want to have several dangerous people above their heads.

The one from the Jiang family was fine, but he wouldn't live long, at best less than a hundred years. And that was an optimistic estimate.

Another person who was in his prime during the Spring and Autumn Period, since his birth, was like an iron curtain spanning the Eastern Wilderness, changing the previous rules and making it difficult for many people to breathe.

Yan Ming didn't know all this, he was already in the Central Region.

Before leaving the Southern Region, Yan Ming walked around several cities in Yan State, and his divine consciousness transformed into ten thousand things, covering all the cities in Yan State.

It might be because of the fusion of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot, or it might be because of Ye Fan's presence, in any case, Yan Ming found the wandering little girl.

To be precise, it was the little girl who found Ye Fan, pulled his trouser legs and cried, looking very pitiful.

Ye Fan felt pity and bought some food for her, but it was impossible for him to go into exile with the little girl, so he had to leave.

Looking at the figure gradually moving away, little Nana's eyes were filled with tears and her face was filled with gratitude.

She wanted to follow, but couldn't move.

"If that happens, big brother might get angry. I can't make things difficult for him..." Little Nannan ate the steaming hot soup dumplings with tears in her eyes, watching Ye Fan disappear.

"Maybe your big brother isn't angry. He's just waiting for you to speak."

Yan Ming, who was standing in the crowd, lowered his head, did not use his divine eyes, but just looked at the little girl quietly.

"Big brother has something to do, and Nannan can't disturb him." Little Nannan looked depressed, with red eyes. She squatted in the corner of the street, with nowhere to rely on.

Her little hand dropped, and she accidentally discovered that Ye Fan secretly stuffed coins into her mouth. Tears flowed like pearls that had broken off the string, and she stared blankly at the direction where Ye Fan left.

"Between wanting and getting, there's another word: do." Yan Ming sighed softly, sitting down on the rough bluestone tiles beside him as if no one was around. "If I try my best, and fail, I can just move on to the next time. It's better than now."

As he spoke, Yan Ming's eyes fell, and he looked at the things in the world, his mood fluctuating.

The little girl lowered her head and whispered, "Next time...next time, when Nannan sees big brother again, I'll ask him to take Nannan away. Nannan is very well behaved. She can wash clothes, mop the floor, and learn anything. She can help big brother."

(End of this chapter)