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

Chapter 83 Who Can Kill Me?
(According to the advice of book friends, it is better to clear it up as soon as possible. You can read 80-81 again)
If only a great sage comes, the Ji family has nothing to fear. As long as he dares to step into the ancestral temple, the void killing formation will be activated. With the cooperation of His Highness to activate the Supreme Emperor Mirror, even a quasi-emperor will be seriously injured.

However, the backgrounds of these restricted area creatures were too strong, and they truly displayed supreme power, even shattering the Void Mirror, which was terrifying. In this situation, talking about a fight to the death was meaningless.

If that young man were to revive again and summon the body of the Great Saint, the sky would collapse and the earth would split, and the Ji family would be completely destroyed. No one dared to bet on this possibility.

"Damned Fire Spirit..." The old Sage King's eyes were dim, and he swore that once he was born, he would take the enemy away even if he died.

"Humph!"

Strands of pure white feathers blossomed from Yan Ming's forehead. His left eye flashed, and a ray of calamity appeared. In an instant, a ray of soul fire streaked across the sky, silently and piercing through the ancient palace in the blink of an eye, brilliant and gorgeous.

The latter felt a chill down his spine, and a sense of life and death crisis surged into his heart, making him subconsciously want to break the seal and avoid it, but he immediately held himself back.

This is ridiculous. I am in the ancestral formation with the imperial soldiers by my side.

"Unless the Supreme One appears, who can kill me?" The old man's eyes turned cold. He was intimidated by a being whose realm was lower than his own. This was a great shame and humiliation, even if the other party was a Holy Spirit.

One day, the emperor's son will settle accounts with everything, and everyone who has his hands stained with the blood of the Ji family will die!
"puff!"

The next moment, the old Saint King's eyes trembled with disbelief in his eyes. His soul was completely killed in an instant, and he lost his voice.

Ji Zi was about to persuade them, but she heard crying and shouting in her ears. The tribesmen were howling to the sky, and then she realized that their foundation had fallen and the rotten matter had turned into death energy. Even the divine source could not seal it, and it overflowed.

"This is..." Ji Zi was distracted and guessed what it was. Only those before the Nine Secrets could cross the formation and wipe out people's souls.

Seeing another person with great background fall, Duan De shook his head. It had only been a short time and another one was gone.

Yan Ming is almost becoming a killer.

The ancestral temple cannot be entered, but all other ancient lands of the Ji family have been robbed, and all the descendants have been gathered in one place.

A bone mirror appeared out of nowhere, and the hazy years replayed the scene of ingratitude. What's more, the arrogant words of those who were blinded by greed spread to all directions.

"The Ji family is the master of Beidou!"

This scene made everyone in the ancestral temple look at each other in bewilderment, and they couldn't help but lower their heads.

Ji Ziyue, Ji Hui and others were also released and confronted Ye Fan face to face.

"Ye Fan..." Facing her partner in the Bronze Immortal Palace, the purple-clothed girl sobbed helplessly, hoping to regain a little sympathy from Ye Fan.

But the latter had a cold face and pulled out a long sword. In an instant, an old woman's head flew across and blood splattered on Ji Ziyue's face, making her look pale and she collapsed to the ground. This was the great-aunt who was so kind to her.

Ji Hui was the first one, and then Ji Ziyue’s cousin, sixth uncle and five others were all beheaded. The blood flowed all over the ground, which was shocking.

There was a devilish look on Ye Fan's face, the ends of his hair were stained scarlet, and he was walking in a pool of blood.

The moment he became one with the Great Holy Body, he saw many past events.

In the ancient times, the great saint on Shengya protected the human world for ten thousand years. In his later years, he was killed and his blood was spilled on Black Mountain.

Hundreds of years later, Ji Xukong attained enlightenment and, in gratitude for the merits of the holy body, collected its remains and cut out the sarcophagus.

More than 100,000 years later, the Ji family was in power, the holy body could no longer practice, and was reduced to a useless body. The cause and effect between the two meridians disappeared, and they became strangers.

"Ancestors are ancestors, descendants are descendants. The merits of the Void Emperor cannot offset your sins." Ye Fan's mind was clear. He used the Holy Fighting Technique to specially conjure up the Void Mirror and kill all the descendants of the third ancestor of the Ji family and the two branches of Ji Hui.

A blood mist rose up, and many people cried and shouted, unwilling to die like this. They soared into the sky, but were slapped down by a big hand and exploded completely. The scene was tragic.

Everyone in the Void Ancestral Temple was furious. Some people growled and wanted to invite out an ancient saint again, but were stopped by Ji Zi.

"After more than a hundred thousand years, has our clan reached this point? There is no reflection, no self-cultivation, and only the use of force to oppress others. No wonder this disaster happened." Ji Zi got angry for the first time and scolded everyone. The Void Mirror was suspended, reflecting the imperial power.

Everyone in the ancient palace was trembling with fear. As the Holy Lord of the Ji family knelt, a crowd of people knelt down at the bottom of the stairs.

There is only one exception, and that is Ji Haoyue!

At this moment, he stared blankly at his sister in the bloody square, and then, in the disbelief of everyone, he rushed straight out of the hall, rushing towards the hell of death.

"Ye Fan, my sister has never betrayed you, you can't kill her!" Ji Haoyue shouted at the ground with disheveled hair and exposed veins on his face.

It doesn’t matter if he dies, but what about his sister?
The family is going to give up Zi Yue and let their sister be killed?

Tears and blood seeped out of Ji Haoyue's eyes, and his face was hideous. His heart ached when he imagined the scene of Xiaoyue's head falling to the ground. How could he accept such an ending!
He protected nothing, he was nothing!

"boom!"

Taoist Crow stretched out one sleeve, and in the blink of an eye, divine patterns surged, and dust flew up. The handsome face of Big Moon touched the ground, and his eyebrows and eyes were directly disfigured, and he no longer had the image of a handsome young man.

But he still struggled, roaring unyieldingly: "You can see my sister's feelings for you. From childhood to adulthood, I have never let her cry once! And she cried all the way for you. This has nothing to do with her..."

"Big Moon, it does have some bloodiness, which is rare."

Yan Ming was silent. He did not expect such a scene to appear. With a slight wave of his hand, Taoist Crow retracted his sleeves and did not continue to suppress the divine body, allowing it to stagger forward.

At that moment, the brother and sister met each other, both hugged each other and cried bitterly. There were only two of them left among the thousands of tribesmen on the scene, and there was blood all around. It was a tragedy.

Originally, not so many people had been implicated, but with the death of the Saint King, all his direct descendants were apprehended. Yan Ming flicked his sleeves, and the dust settled, leaving nothing behind. By this point, the Ji family members outside had been nearly cleared.

Yan Ming's forehead glowed, and in the space of a breath, the essence of the entire world was sucked dry, even the stars outside the domain dimmed.
An incarnation appeared and ascended to the Void Ancestral Temple in a dignified manner. No one dared to stop him.

On the platform covered with secret patterns and divine crystals, Ji Zi sighed softly, "Has the Saint's anger subsided?"

"If I die, how many of my descendants will be left? Just each other."

Yan Ming stood with his hands behind his back, his tone very calm, as if it was someone else who wiped out several main branches of the Ji family and it had nothing to do with him.

Ji Zi was silent, and the others were even more angry but dared not speak. The Sage King Guzu was killed by the other party's soul. This shock made them all despair in their hearts, knowing that the family had no way to deal with this devil.

Yan Ming saw the Void Mirror and his eyes fell on the crack in the center of the mirror.

Following Ji Zi's invitation, the two of them walked into the depths of the ancestral temple...

No one knew about the conversation between Yan Sheng and the Emperor's son, but some people saw a dreamy blue light flash by, and the emperor's power was rising and falling in the depths of the ancient palace.

The next day, as the clone returned, Yan Ming opened and closed his eyes, and with a flick of his sleeves, he covered the big and small moons and everything belonging to the Holy Cliff into his sleeves, and disappeared in the morning light.

As the sun rose, Yan Ming led Ye Fan and his party to the core area of ​​the Holy Cliff and walked all the way to the cliff. They did not encounter any evil along the way, which was very inconsistent with the style of the restricted area, which made Wuliang Taoist sigh.

"The Great Saint Body displays its divine power. Those unclean things must have been scared away. How dare they come out?" The big black dog barked strangely. After knowing that there was a secret inheritance of the characters "行" on the top of the Holy Cliff, his eyes widened like copper bells. He wished he could get the nine secrets immediately.

Yan Mingze's eyes moved and he saw several figures shrouded in fog not far away. He ignored them and stepped onto the cliff.

In front of the sarcophagus where the remains of the Great Holy Body were displayed, Yan Ming simply built an altar, led everyone to worship, and then shook the coffin lid.

Soon, the secret of the Xing character and the ancient killer's celestial staff were all obtained by everyone. The killing scripture known as the Book of Time was located on the Immortal Mountain, not on the Holy Cliff.

The secret of the word "Xing" is profound and mysterious. It is the best escape technique in the nine heavens and ten earths. It involves the realm of time and space, which made Yan Ming fall into the state of enlightenment in an instant. He woke up after several hours.

His talents are fire and time. After he was born, he obtained the Tianxuan Step, which contains part of the secret of the word "Xing".

Once he came across the complete secret of the word "Xing", although he had only comprehended it for a short time, he gained a deeper understanding. Compared with the technique of the Golden Crow turning into a rainbow and the golden light that he created, it had a great driving effect.

"Xiaoyao Tianzun is indeed against the will of heaven. This secret uses space to touch time and explains the avenue of time. It is exquisite and superb." Yan Ming couldn't help but sigh.

In addition, through the sacrifice, he saw the true appearance of the holy body of Shengya and decided to carve a statue of the god and offer incense in the future.

If it weren't for his low realm, Yan Ming would definitely activate the Liantian Gourd to cut off that layer of terrifying green hair and allow the Great Saint Body to rest in peace. Unfortunately, he really can't do it at the moment.

The aftermath of the war outside the domain was still continuing, and soon the Holy Cliff welcomed the second visit of the Holy Lord of the World.

A divine chariot was coming from afar. The retired Saint Lord of the Jiang family looked calm as he looked at the powerful men of the Ji family who were turned away. He did not stop but walked straight past.

Some people in the convoy gloated over the Ji family's misfortune, thinking that they deserved it.

"So what if there is an emperor's son? From ancient times to the present, there has never been an emperor's son who achieved enlightenment. I think the days of the Ji family are over, hahaha." Someone spoke sarcastically and ostentatiously.

This was actually Jiang Yichen. He had escaped the great reckoning after the battle at Fire Demon Ridge, and because he was a direct descendant of the God King, he lived a quite happy life.

The slap he received from the God King Patriarch before also became an important reliance for him to escape reckoning!
The fact that Taixu Sect Master was willing to slap him personally showed that he was not so hopeless. He should turn over a new leaf and dedicate his life to the rise of the Jiang family.

That day, Jiang Yichen cried bitterly in the Hengyu Ancestral Temple, confessing his sins. He was slapped more than ten times by Jiang Yifei on the spot, but he managed to escape.

At this moment, he was very proud and felt happy when he saw the Ji family in trouble.

"Many people think that the Jiang family is doomed after the God King's ancestor passed away. This is nonsense! The Ji family is a lesson for us!"

The wind and clouds moved, the sun and moon rotated, and chariots passed by one after another.

The Yaoguang Holy Land, also a giant in the Southern Region, also entered the Central Region. Yaoguang Holy Lord Li Daoqing personally drove the car for the old man of the Holy Land and drove into the Holy Cliff.

The Heavenly King of the Jiang Family was killed. The leader of Yaoguang was barely able to remain calm and just sent people to ask for help. He knew that it was the work of the Heavenly Tribulation, not the Fire Spirit's own power.

This time, when the Great Sage of the Ji family fell, the old man Yaoguang could no longer sit still, knowing that he had missed the opportunity.

The two parties are no longer partners, but a relationship of strong and weak.

"It's only been three or four years since we first met." The old man in black in the bronze chariot sighed, feeling terrified at the speed of Yan Ming's cultivation. It was even faster than him digging graves. What was hidden here?
He came here ostensibly to offer congratulations, but in reality to pay tribute.

"How was that going?"

"Four have been identified, and their looks should be pleasing to that person." A voice suddenly echoed from the shadows. This was the third person, a Dao Slayer rooted in the Taixuan Sect. He said, "Recently, the demonic body had developed some unrealistic thoughts and risked its life to rush into the Holy Cliff, but I recaptured him."

"Want to find someone else? Sell us out? We gave him everything, but this is the return we got..." The old man sighed softly, feeling very sad, but the coldness in his eyes made the temperature around him drop a few degrees.

Inside the Holy Cliff, Yan Ming was not aware of what was happening in the outside world.

He was currently searching for divine materials to carve a divine statue for the Great Sacred Body, thereby enjoying the incense of the world...

　I rewrote two chapters today. You can start reading from Chapter 80. The author listened to the advice and did a better job of clearing up the mess right away. The readers are the ones who shaped this novel. Xiaoye is just a terrible coder. [Today 6.6k]

　　
　
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