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

Chapter 57 Your Ancestor Slaps You
Yan Ming had his black hair loose, and even though he was surrounded by the ancient imperial weapons and the kings of heaven, he remained calm and determined to settle everything in this place where the fire spirit fell.

Above his head, the Heaven-Swallowing Jar hummed, and the surface of the jar seemed to be shedding tears, scattering countless strands of extreme aura, like a curtain, wrapping the group underneath to protect them from the invasion of the red clouds.

"At the end of the road, making wild remarks..."

The old man from the Jiang family's face turned cold and his heart became angry. The falling stars in the sky also moved with him. Many fairy lights fell, as if a piece of the universe was destroyed and turned into a terrible black hole and nothingness.

He looked at nothing else and did not look at the traitors who had betrayed his family. His eyes were only focused on the fire spirit, filled with murderous intent.

"The blazing fire spirit may be thrown into the Sun God Furnace and refined into a supreme elixir!"

The old man stepped forward step by step, his wrinkled face looked terrifying in a sense, the patterns on the soles of his feet intertwined, flashed by, broke through all the fields, avoided all the black lights, as if he was walking against time, shaking the fragments of the years.

He stretched out a rotten hand, red glow boiling, runes forming into pieces, and grabbed forward.

"Old man, do you really think I'm powerless?"

Yan Ming had already soared into the air, his entire figure gradually becoming blurred, and a terrifying aura erupted, making the surrounding mountains and fields silent...

Outside the Fire Demon Ridge, all the Jiang family masters came out to block the entire route for 100,000 miles, not allowing any accidents to happen.

On the southeast side, a middle-aged man with gray hair appeared and was scolded.

"Back off, this place is designated as a forbidden area, no one is allowed to enter."

"You are... from the Jiang family..." The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed as he looked at the young man in front of him. He said with a little more patience, "You and I are from the same clan."

"So, your last name is Jiang too?"

The young man, surrounded by a group of cavalry, raised his head and looked at the person who came.

"Of course." Jiang Taixu nodded.

"These days, anyone can come and try to curry favor with them." The garrisoned officer sneered and said arrogantly, "You're so old, you can't even fly, and you haven't even crossed the Divine Bridge. How can you be called Jiang?"

He turned around and glanced at the people around him. The others understood what he meant and burst into laughter.

"Someone said this half a year ago, claiming to be a descendant of Shennong, born near the Jiang River, and having a close relationship with us."

"Once you're in the prison van, you behave yourself. It's really ridiculous and pathetic."

"A weak person should have the awareness of a weak person!" Jiang Yichen sneered, stretched out a finger, and pointed at Jiang Taixu's nose: "Don't say you are a liar. Even if you are really a member of my Jiang family, you are so weak that you are still a mixed-blood! Is this where you belong? Get out!"

"Has the Jiang family become so corrupt?" Jiang Taixu restrained his gentleness and suddenly became extremely majestic. His eyebrows glowed and he pulled out chains of order one after another. His aura was extremely terrifying and shocking.

Everyone present felt their souls tremble and almost fell to their knees. This was an innate awe that came from deep within their bones, making them want to kowtow and worship.

"Young man, you said I am not Hengyu Jiang..." Jiang Taixu said indifferently, looking at the unfilial descendant in front of him.

He sighed in his heart and felt a trace of the blood of the God King. The other party was actually his descendant.

"I am blind and have lost my eyes. Please forgive me, ancestor!"

Jiang Yichen kowtowed repeatedly, feeling extremely terrified. He truly felt a divine power that was much more powerful than that of his great-grandfather, and he regretted it deeply.

Why would such an ancestor emerge from the Central Region of the Eastern Wasteland?
This is not common sense!

"What's your name?" "Junior Jiang Yichen!" Jiang Yichen said hurriedly.

Jiang Taixu raised his hand, and saw a flash of light in the air. Jiang Yichen screamed and flew out, falling into the boundless snowy area, with half of his face swollen beyond recognition.

"Your ancestor will slap you!"

Feeling the extreme confrontation in Fire Demon Ridge and the subtle breath of heavenly calamity, Jiang Taixu suddenly became furious and took it out on this descendant of this evil creature.

He already knew what had happened during this period of time, and now he needed to make a choice, and he was struggling in his heart.

"You're just a dog relying on the power of others, and you don't deserve the surname Jiang!"

Jiang Taixu snorted coldly, and brilliant light flickered around him. The laws of the universe contained in his blood spread like the sea, turning into a thick blood energy that opened up the world, and collided with the vast sea of ​​rules and order.

The third saint walked into the Fire Demon Ridge!
Only Jiang Yichen and the others were left with pale faces, not knowing what to do.

There was a precedent before. Jiang Yifei displeased the ancient ancestor, and even his ancestors were reprimanded, and the final outcome was miserable.

"What on earth is going on? Why would a saintly ancestor suddenly appear?" Jiang Yichen was unwilling to accept...

Inside the Fire Demon Ridge, the extreme confrontation escalated. The Sun God Furnace seemed to be dripping with blood. Thousands of crimson clouds and thousands of divine lights suddenly fell down, covering the sky and suppressing the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot.

"when!"

The lid of the furnace was not opened, and the immortal furnace made of phoenix blood and red gold crashed directly towards it. Driven by the old saint of the Jiang family, it shook the vast universe and the starry sky to the point of complete collapse and destruction.

Facing all this, Yan Ming was really helpless. Even though he roared at the thirty-three heavens and used all his strength to activate the Heaven Swallowing Jar, he was still suppressed.
A ray of divine light passed by, and golden blood splashed. Yan Ming narrowly avoided it and escaped the fate of being beheaded. However, he was in danger all around and could fall at any time.

"Where are your previous bold words? Why are you like a mouse now, only knowing how to run away?" The old man's eyes were sharp and he had a sneer on his face. He really enjoyed the process.

Kill the genius and cover the sky with one hand!
Only those who have truly experienced it know how wonderful it is!

Especially with his corrupt and dying body, killing a Holy Spirit who was at the peak of his power and could become a Saint King, the sense of accomplishment that it brought was self-evident.

"boom!"

A large, skinny hand slammed down, crushing the sky to pieces. The snow covering the extinct volcano below roared, quickly turning into water and burning clean, revealing the dry and dead volcanic rocks. One can imagine how powerful the hand was.

At the end of the sky, a dull sound came from Yan Ming's body, and it exploded in the depths of the immortal platform. The golden eye in his right eye was dazzling, shooting out a ray of golden light, like a galaxy. The divine light was very long, crossing the sealed sea of ​​stars, so brilliant that it was shocking.

The calamity clouds roared with incredible speed, descending straight down, and the entire Fire Demon Ridge was engulfed in lightning. The stars in this area could no longer be seen, all shattered by thunder. It was hard to imagine the magnitude of this thunder tribulation. It alarmed the entire world.

"Fellow Daoist, let's overcome the tribulation together!" Yan Ming had a blood-stained smile on his face, calm and terrifying.

He did not activate the Heaven-Swallowing Jar, but he expanded the scope of the catastrophe, covering an area of ​​more than 100,000 miles.

This was a killing calamity that even the Saint King changed color. The decaying immortal platform could not withstand the judgment of heaven and earth, and the heavenly calamity was intensifying, being elevated to a terrifying level.

"Fire Spirit Child!"

　I went to a relative's house for dinner this afternoon. I hope to be back soon. If not, I'll have to update tonight. I'll try to post the second chapter at 7:. I'm really sorry, everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)