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

Chapter 64 A Dream of Ancient Times

"When I first entered the sect, I was still an outer disciple at the lowest level, and was bullied by my senior sisters who had joined earlier..." Zixia mentioned an incident that happened when she was nine years old. At that time, she had not yet made a name for herself.

"Later, she deliberately framed me, but unexpectedly, I countered... She and her accomplices were disliked by the elders and eventually left the Holy Land."

Yan Ming listened attentively and nodded secretly, thinking that this story was just right.

There is no such thing as an ice and snow saint. We are all mortals and have seven emotions and six desires. Goddesses can also be targeted and bullied, and they need to think of ways to fight back.

It is difficult for kind people to survive.

"After I became a saint, I concealed my identity and went to her home and left some things for her. She was so grateful... Watching her whole family prostrating themselves at my feet was the most wonderful moment in the past fifteen years..." Zixia recalled, and even had an inexplicable smile on her face.

She regretted it as soon as she said this, which seriously affected her personal image.

Why would you say it?

What would a saint think of me?

Zixia was upset and had lost the state of mind that was in harmony with the Tao. She vowed to keep this secret for the rest of her life.

"It's you, senior... you actually influenced me..." Zixia came back to her senses and was so angry that she pinched her palm with her fingertips. She felt that the young face was hateful, and most of her previous admiration and respect disappeared.

I just think that the other person is hateful and try to peek into the dark side of other people's hearts.

Yan Ming naturally would not admit that he was the one who secretly influenced others.

"This is a spiritual world, which subconsciously makes people take off their masks."

His black hair was loose, and he looked like an immortal, which frightened Zixia and made her suspicious.

But when she saw that unbelievably young face, the girl didn't believe it at all and wanted to punch him.

Thinking of the Nine Secrets and the Purple Mansion Holy Land, Zixia endured it again, straightened her appearance, and smiled brilliantly, like a narcissus flower emerging from the water. She whispered, "Senior, can you accept me as your disciple?"

She has big eyes, a slim figure, snow-white arms, long and straight legs, soft and shiny black hair, and a graceful waist tightly wrapped in a purple skirt. At this moment, she calls out softly, and it is indeed a first-class paradise of tenderness.

"I have no intention of accepting any apprentices."

This time Yan Ming was very straightforward and refused directly.

Beauty is nothing but bones and skeletons, it is useless for spiritual practice and is just a drag.

Even if you have the Eight Forbidden Faces, it is useless.

"Unfortunately, I am a congenitally sacred being, so this place has nothing to do with me." Yan Ming said.

"You...you said..." Zixia's towering chest heaved violently, and her snow-white neck and slender hands were all covered with a layer of light pink. She was really angry.

"When did I ever say I would take you in?"

Yan Ming's face was as calm as a lake. He just wanted to gain enlightenment in his spare time, so he listened to the "Empress Huan's Palace Fight" in the TV series "The Great Ruler" to relieve his worries about revenge.

Towards Zixia, he adhered to the four principles of not accepting, not refusing, not taking the initiative, and not taking responsibility.

The Four Paths and Nine Secrets are nothing but rhetoric.

Now is the reality.

Zixia gritted her teeth, shocked, angry and furious. She never thought that a saint would cheat.

"You are not Ao Sheng Sage, who are you?"

Yan Ming's expression froze, and he almost thought that his vest had fallen off, but when he saw the girl's puffed chest, he realized that this was just a way for her to vent her anger.

"Can you accept being called by your real name?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face.

This is his sea of ​​soul, where his power as the master of the world is unlimited.

"A true Ao Sheng sage would not bully the weak." Zixia replied.

However, at this moment, her heart was shocked. When he said the name Ao Sheng, a terrifying murderous aura swept across the sky.

This made Zixia dazed. She opened her eyes wide, feeling incredible, and stared at the void. "Clang clang clang!!!"

The immortal sword broke through the air, and there was light everywhere. The bright daylight disappeared, and thousands of sword lights bloomed. It was too dazzling, as if the water, wind, earth and fire were reopened. There was an unparalleled murderous intent that surged up to the sky.

This is too terrifying. Just by mentioning a name, I actually saw such a strange vision and the projection of Taoist soldiers.

"This is……"

Zixia's face was pale, her thin body was shaky, and wisps of imperial energy permeated her body, making it seem as if she would fall into the abyss of the underworld in the next moment, never to be able to get out again.

She had a hunch that when someone called out this last name here, they might see this kind of vision.

"What... is this?" Zixia said in a trembling voice.

"The Supreme Being is so terrifying that it is unimaginable. Calling his surname is like calling his real name, and his weapons and power will be partially revealed." Yan Ming sighed softly, explaining that he was indeed not that person: "I just borrowed that being's surname."

“Why doesn’t this happen in reality?”

"Because that person existed in an era too ancient, time... erased everything. Yet, here, traces of him remain."

Accompanied by a crow's cry that was too distant to be remembered, the three-legged Yin Crow in the sky glowed, and its true golden eyes of the Dao Jie reflected billions of immortal lights.

An illusory butterfly fluttered around, no one knew where it came from or where it flew to, bringing with it a thick dream mist.

A gray mist like thin smoke filled the air, rendering the sea of ​​souls extremely hazy.

"The third dream..." Yan Ming muttered to himself, with anticipation in his eyes.

As early as in Fire Demon Ridge, he had this tendency and reached the critical point of the dream path, but he lacked a key opportunity and needed to patiently discover it.

This time, the unusual movement of the black gourd attracted the divine eye of the Imperial Fire Spirit, triggering a phantom dream.

A dream of ancient times!
The black-haired Taoist opened his eyes and found a pure land world blocking his way. Wisps of divine patterns flowed, emitting the essence of the origin of heaven and earth.

There was an endless sea of ​​fire all around, so vast and boundless that no one knew how many tens of thousands of miles it stretched for. Almost half of the Central Region was included in it.

"Not leaning over someone in the past?" Yan Ming said to himself, following the gaze and found that he was standing on the left eye of the ancient creature.

Unlike last time, this time there is no vast blood and energy.

The owner of the eyes is not the Supreme!
"How could it be? Wasn't the one who fell in Fire Demon Ridge the Imperial Fire Spirit?" Yan Ming frowned, not sensing the golden aura of the Dao Tribulation...

When the Taoist from ancient times stepped into the ancient divine pattern formation, the heaven and earth suddenly turned, the scene changed drastically, all kinds of rays of light rose up, and chaos surged.

A towering tree rises up, with milky white air gurgling out, mysterious and unpredictable. The brilliant golden crown is huge, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. Fairy mist rises, auspicious lights shine in all directions, and tens of millions of runes are densely packed, which is shocking.

Following his field of vision, Yan Ming saw some figures, all of whom were fire elves, and some were real fire holy spirits.

He saw a three-legged divine crow transformed into a young girl with golden eyes and eyebrows, landing next to a divine spring surrounded by clouds and mist, with a strong aura.

There are several rows of medicinal fields on the side, where various ancient medicines have been growing for more than 100,000 years and the fragrance is refreshing.

"I haven't seen you for three hundred years. After coming back, you keep disappearing again." The woman transformed from the Golden Crow spoke, her red lips parted slightly. With a cold expression, she sarcastically said, "I thought your Dao heart was broken and you were scared to death by that witch."

The witch...is that the one?

Yan Ming was silent, just sat down and looked around.

The next moment, he saw the steep and dangerous peaks below, which were so dark and vast that they made his pupils shrink.

This unique landform is definitely the Tianduan Mountains. Perhaps it should be renamed as it is not broken at this time.

"That witch is becoming more and more outrageous. The last time she was overcoming the tribulation, her body was shattered so many times by the ancient ancestor, yet she still survived." A man came over with a low voice, his body wrapped in purple flames.

"A great sage!"

Yan Ming's heart trembled. The man in front of him was actually a spiritual being of the Purple Flame Divine Jade (from the Nine Heavens Divine Jade series), and he had a faint aura of the extreme.

"I just don't believe that the witch can really defy the heavens! She hasn't even reached her full potential yet. The so-called Chaos Body is nothing but a joke."

(End of this chapter)