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

Chapter 51: Flame Breaks the Illusion
This is a ruin, desolate and ancient.

The magnificent architectural ruins, the dilapidated golden walls, all the former glory has disappeared among the rubble.

Broken walls and ruins stretch as far as the eye can see.

Even so, the symbols carved between some huge stones on some of the broken buildings are still emitting faint fluctuations, which shows how terrifying and extraordinary they were when they were intact.

"This is... the burial place of the Emperor Fire Spirit!" Jiang Yifei's heart was shaken. He guessed some clues and became more restrained.

The Fire Spirit fell here more than 200,000 years ago.

Now, another fire spirit has set foot here, what kind of changes will occur...

"It was wiped out completely, nothing was left."

Yan Ming stopped in the center of the dojo and saw the reliefs that Duan De had mentioned. They were so plain that they were almost crude. Some of them were incomplete, with messy broken stones underneath, indicating that they had not survived the passage of time.

There is a painting that is very well preserved. It depicts a lifelike deity with just a few strokes. It is a sun bird that is swooping forward with an immortal momentum.

Is it the Golden Crow? Or the Scarlet Phoenix, the Sky-Swallowing Bird? Or some other mythical bird?

Yan Ming narrowed his eyes and observed carefully.

Suddenly, a trembling sound was heard, and the ancient murals glowed, bursting with brilliant golden light, accompanied by the clanging sound of crows, as if to bring people back to the ancient times.

Amid the crowd's exclamations, a pair of huge golden eyes appeared in the sky, filled with a murderous aura, pressing down on Yan Ming's head, making people's backs chill.

Jiang Yifei and Ye Fan opened their eyes, both terrified, as if they were being stared at by a supreme being. Every inch of their flesh and blood was twitching, not obeying their commands.

"It's indeed very similar."

Yan Ming looked calm as he looked up at the pair of golden eyes, as if he was looking at someone in a mirror, with an inexplicable emotion.

When he transformed and repelled the evil spirit, and then unfolded his Dharma image within the fifty-fifth layer of the Black Mountain, he had the same look in his eyes...

"The remaining imperial power..."

Yan Ming muttered to himself, and with a lift of his sleeves, a raging fire rushed out, transforming into a three-legged ancient golden crow, which was extremely powerful and rushed forward.

Duan De shuddered at the sight. He had been here for over a month, not daring to move. He only managed to escape after the mural lost its magical power.

This ancestor actually attacked directly, he was really unscrupulous...

"boom!"

Golden light splashed in the sky, and the illusory divine bird flapped its wings, and started a fierce battle with the dark gold ancient golden crow constructed by the chain of order.

"boom!"

Yan Ming opened his mouth and spit out a ray of divine light, the patterns surged, and turned into a scroll of innate Taoist diagram, together with the Lihuo Golden Crow, attacking from above and below.

With a mournful cry, the illusory divine bird was defeated and disintegrated. Its wings exploded, and wisps of black light dripped down. Its body turned into a ball of brilliant divine blood, floating in the air, as gorgeous as the sun.

"This is the blood of the former Emperor's Fire Spirit. It has become immortal over the years and turned into a blood spirit." Duan De took a breath of cold air. He must have been very lucky to be able to escape last time.

The blood of the Supreme Being contains spirituality, and over time it will give rise to a special existence.

If it is contaminated by evil spirits and the divine blood is polluted by evil thoughts, a blood demon will appear.

Fortunately, this drop of holy blood wasn't tainted with evil. Otherwise, over two hundred thousand years later, it would have been a disaster. At least Duan De couldn't have escaped that time. With the appearance of the holy blood, the blood in Yan Ming's body began to stir, affecting the surrounding area. Wisps of holy power emanated, making the accompanying people tremble with fear, and truly experiencing the power of the ancient sage.

Yan Ming waved his hand gently and grabbed the drop of divine blood.

There was no biting cold as imagined. The blazing golden blood was jumping and its breath was surprisingly close to his, without any struggle.

"What a pity..." Yan Ming looked carefully and couldn't help but sigh.

This drop of blood was not as powerful as imagined and could not crush Cangming. The time was too long and the essence of the divine blood was lost.

But even so, it was still a huge gain, paving the way for him to become a Saint of the Sixth Heaven...

"Perhaps, there is a part of the Holy Spirit's inheritance waiting for me in the deepest part." Yan Ming's body relaxed, and he felt as if he had escaped into a sacred place.

This place is filled with rich fire divine energy. For him, it is a natural holy land. There must be a spirit gathering array carved by ancient holy spirits underground. The concentration of fire essence is frighteningly high.

Yan Ming subconsciously wanted to refine the divine blood on the spot to fill the gap for promotion, but he found that the sea of ​​bitterness in his body was emitting bursts of fire patterns, and the fire furnace was trembling slightly and glowing on its own, echoing the divine purple gold lamp in the Heart Daozang.

"No, there's a problem!" Yan Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, sensing a sense of detachment.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

The next moment, a voice rang out, breaking the frozen state. Yan Ming looked back and saw a pair of pure, dark eyes.

Then he found that the other people were pale and looked at him with fear. The little girl hid behind Ye Fan, looking up with her tender little face and asking, very scared.

In the sky, a dark golden three-legged ancient golden crow glowed, its eyes flashing with demonic light, and the sun's true fire flowed throughout its body, with terrifying power.

This is Yan Ming’s Dharma image, which replaces the previous illusory divine bird and dominates all directions!
Black mist swirled around Yan Ming, and a cold and evil aura blew towards him, which was completely different from the previous sacred light.

"I... was actually affected..." Yan Ming frowned, not expecting this to happen.

It seemed like only a moment, but in reality, half an incense stick of time had passed while he suppressed the relief and collected the Holy Spirit Blood.

In the eyes of others, he had not moved since he suppressed the illusory divine bird. He was gradually infected by the black air and his aura changed drastically.

"Buzz!"

Yan Ming calmed his mind, and many ancient scriptures in his body resonated. The immortal platform glowed, and the divine purple gold lamp swayed with the dawn fire, making his mind clear and bright, cutting off all delusions, and giving birth to the Tao in one thought.

Looking again, there was no divine blood in his hand, only a ball of black mist, which was formed by the special laws of this place.

Everything that happened just now was actually an illusion!
"The Fire Demon Ridge does have some demonic nature..." Yan Ming sighed softly and secretly wondered, what would have happened if there had been no Lihuolu and Shenhen Zijin, and no little Nannan's warning?
This place is enough to make a saint lose himself, it truly deserves the word "devil"!

Runes appeared in Yan Ming's palm, shattering the black mist. Then his eyes flashed golden. He suddenly stretched out a hand, shattered the remaining runes, and grabbed a brilliant and painted divine object from the mural.

"There really is a treasure, the supreme true blood from ancient times!" Duan De was shocked.

He was the first to conquer this ancient Taoist temple, but now it has been redeveloped by another person, revealing a completely different scenery, which is really hard to calm down.

"Hey!"

Amidst the auspicious clouds, a golden round bead floated up and down, shining like a star, just like the legendary Daojie gold, so gorgeous that it moved the heart.

The surface of the bead was interwoven with tadpole-like chains of order, densely packed and extremely mysterious, recording the great path and texture of the past fire spirit...

(End of this chapter)