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

Chapter 86: Pure Lotus Demon Fire Talisman, Peerless Dancer

The stars are like a dream, the silver moon is like flowing water.

Deep in the mountains of Shengya, two slender figures stood, looking extremely ethereal in the night wind and stars.

Yan Ruyu is tall, and even someone as picky as Yan Ming has to admit that the person in front of him is perfect.

She has a slender figure, with excellent proportions of upper and lower body, a willow-like waist, smooth shoulder and neck lines, and a corner of her snow-white skin exposed.

When she stood up with Yan Ming, her skirt fluttered. Just standing there, she was like a blooming cold jade lotus. Her temperament was cold and she wore a simple and elegant white dress, which gave her the lightness and grace of a fairy from the Moon Palace.

But those phoenix eyes always have a unique brilliance, which contradicts the natural alienation of the eyebrows and eyes, creating a moving contrast.

I don’t know why, but looking at Yan Ruyu’s clear eyes, the desire that arose in Yan Ming’s heart tended to subside, and the appreciation of beauty prevailed.

"The Creator can only carve out one face like this in ten thousand years." Yan Ming sighed softly, knowing that this was the characteristic of the Green Lotus Girl, similar to the Bodhi seeds, which could make people calm and concentrate.

Facing Yan Ruyu's question, he nodded slightly, showing rare patience.

"I am a spirit in fire, not a stone man with nine orifices and eight holes. I am born a saint. This is both the love of God and the shackles of heaven and earth." Yan Ming revealed the true meaning of the Holy Spirit. It is difficult to be perfect when born early. The bottlenecks of most Holy Spirits in the later stages of their practice are more difficult than those of humans and monsters.

Even for him, if he did not have the opportunity of the underground Taoist temple in Fire Demon Ridge, the path to becoming a Saint King might be an insurmountable chasm that might hold him back for thousands of years.

"Perhaps in the near future, you and I can stand side by side on the holy path. This is not impossible." A subtle golden flame appeared in the corners of Yan Ming's eyes, and his black eyes were as bright as stars. At this moment, he smiled, causing the woman's pupils to dilate, and she was even a little dazed.

"Walking side by side...will there really be such a day?"

Yan Ruyu bit the tip of her tongue lightly, the corners of her eyes drooped, her eyelashes trembled, undercurrents surged in her heart, and she felt a burning sensation on her body.

The unbearable scenes from her previous trip to the Southern Region resurfaced in her mind, causing her to subconsciously tense her body. Her heart was trembling, but her soul inexplicably gave rise to a sense of joy.

I had had this kind of fantasy before, but without exception, it was suppressed by the meditation mantra, but at this moment the meditation mantra did not sound.

Yan Ruyu bit her lip lightly and stared at the black-haired man. Unconsciously, she recalled a scene from the past. That was when she was facing the ancient king. Even though her body was as thin as willow catkins, she still felt at ease.

Even after entering the Huolin Cave and knowing that there was an ancestor of the ancient royal family who was sleeping, a peerless sage who lived millions of years ago, he still didn't have that unique feeling.

"I won't be abandoned. There are still people like me in the world..." Yan Ruyu smiled brightly, and a very light golden-red color flowed from the depths of her pupils.

She suppressed the throbbing of her body and regained her elegant and charming posture. She accompanied Yan Ming along the way, walking and stopping, and talking a lot.

At the beginning, they talked about the past, and then it involved cultivation. Yan Ming talked more, using his understanding to explain the mysteries of the Demon Emperor's scriptures, and personally evolved the Demon Emperor's Three Slashes for Yan Ruyu.

"The true meaning of formlessness lies in erasure, not destruction...

"Focus on the rules, break one point, and the whole system will be shaken. If this strike encounters a being with pupil skills, it will be like a tiger with wings."

Yan Ming's pupils were pitch black, and as he spoke, the outer layer of his pupils gradually turned into a dazzling golden color, as if covered with a layer of Dao Jie gold. He slashed through the void with his eyes, and actually slashed out chaotic light out of thin air, opening up a small world, shaped like a twelve-petal green lotus, carrying the unique aura of the Demon Emperor Jiu Zhan.

This scene shows magical powers!
Yan Ruyu's eyes lit up with a strange light. Compared with the first time she saw the new world, this time it was as easy as a piece of cake.

The comprehension of the Holy Way should be thousands or even tens of thousands of times more difficult than the Four Extremes, yet the person before him is advancing triumphantly, reaching the pinnacle, and creating one miracle after another, even while being bound by the shackles of the Holy Spirit.

"Pupil technique, is it like the senior's fairy golden eyes?" Yan Ruyu calmed her mind and spoke in a slow and crisp tone, revealing the gentle side of this icy beauty. If the younger generation of the Southern Territory's demon clan saw it, they would definitely be shocked.

“It’s not the Immortal Gold Eye, but the Heavenly Eye of my lineage. It looks like Dao Tribulation Gold, but it’s actually not Immortal Gold.”

Yan Ming explained that the Fire Vein's pupil technique inheritance was very special. It was not just about the eyes, but was connected to the soul sea.

If it reaches perfection, it is not just a simple fairy gold eye. The fairy platform will also turn into fairy gold, and even the skull will have fairy gold properties.

Even in the Holy Spirit Imperial Clan's forbidden zone during its heyday, only a few Fire Spirits would awaken this talent. Some Great Fire Spirits did not have the Dao Tribulation Golden Eye.

The Imperial Fire Spirit who fell in Fire Demon Ridge was very special, and held some secrets...

This discussion lasted for two hours. Yan Ruyu left feeling unsatisfied. After a beautiful dream, she stood up at the teasing of her maid Qin Yao and did not deny it.

She was emotional last night, but stopped at courtesy!

But in dreams there are not so many constraints, and there is no need to follow so-called etiquette.

A dream leaves no trace, but it gives people a new experience.

"It is indeed a good dream." Yan Ruyu lowered her eyes, with a gentle look on her face. Her gaze fell on a corner. The lotus buds in the divine pond were tender, flowing with divine light, and were about to bloom in the gurgling water, revealing a touch of purity.

The little fairy Qin Yao was combing the princess's hair while talking about the changes that happened last night.

Yan Ming opened up the Qinglian Realm and bestowed upon it several ancient divine palaces and the treasures within them, which delighted the little demons who were attached to the Demon Emperor's lineage.

Everything is the grace of the sun!

"Princess, I heard that this place is an ancestral palace. That master (the old demon) took inventory overnight and said that there are saintly Dao marks and Dao-killing king weapons inside. They are of immeasurable value. If they were released to the outside world, the Holy Lord would fight tooth and nail to get them..."

"Ah."

Yan Ruyu just listened and nodded from time to time. She was currently living in a suspended palace. She looked through the window at the clouds in the Small Thousand World and couldn't help but sigh.

Since the chaotic separation, I have never had such a quiet and comfortable night!

Standing on the divine peak of the mortal world, looking down on the laws of heaven and earth!
Here, you no longer have to worry about being attacked (in the original novel, the demon princess in Big Moon Four Extremes Stealing the Emperor's Soldier fled at the sight of him, and her movements were very skillful), and you no longer have to worry about others coveting you.

Yan Ruyu recalled the first time they met in Wei State. The Taoist pretended to be profound while playing chess, but after being easily defeated by her, a hint of unwillingness flashed in the corner of his eyes, showing his youthful spirit.

That guy is good at everything except chess.

"If I were you, I would go to the human world and find a chess master. How could I lose on our first encounter?" Looking at the beauty in the bronze mirror, Yan Ruyu smiled, her whole face refreshed, and her eyes and eyebrows became more charming...

On the other side, deep in the Sun's Realm, the Source of the Dao rotates, emitting myriad lights. Below, the Pure Lotus Demon Fire sparkles, rendering one illusion after another. The expressions of the people in the fire keep changing, and their faces are ferocious, as if they are lost in the mundane world.

"Based on phantom fire and the source of Tao..." In a temple, a half-saint from the ruthless lineage of the Yaoguang Holy Land was shocked when he saw this scene. Even he was extremely jealous.

Build an illusion to enlighten your mind and see your nature, and knock on the gate of the third immortal with the source of all the ways!
Did that damn crow understand what he had realized?
“If I were to comprehend it, I would be able to break through the chasm of the Holy Path and prove the end of the Dharma in just one day. But you actually use it on a second-level immortal. What a waste…” The old man in black had a fiery look in his eyes, filled with envy. He wished he could smash Taoist Crow to pieces with a slap and take his place.

But he wore a smile on his face. He stood up and toasted to the host: "I would like to congratulate you, Senior. A king of slaying has emerged from under my command..."

There are three realms of cultivation: the ant realm, the fellow Taoist realm, and the senior realm.

This can be further divided into Daoxiong realm (slightly stronger than oneself), Xiaoyou realm (with a deep background and a senior realm master behind him)

Obviously, Yan Ming is now in the senior realm, and is honored to be in the main position, and can look down on the ruthless inheritors.

"I still can't bear to give up the Destroying Heavenly Art." Yan Ming's eyes were slightly cold as he browsed the jade slip, which contained the Wanhua Sheng Jue and the Three Thousand Small Worlds. If the last time when the flower blossomed was counted, the other party did come with sincerity.

Unfortunately, times are different now!
The ruthless successor fell to the level of an ant, while Yan Ming rose to the level of a senior.

A few secret techniques could not satisfy him.

Especially last night when I had a conversation with Yan Ruyu, when the beauty was around, my heart was moved and I enjoyed the daily warmth, but after she left, my anger gradually increased.

Yan Ming is a little angry now!

"Fellow Daoist, your cultivation has been a little slow. It's just right that I have refined a wisp of phantom fire, which may be of some help." Yan Ming spoke. Around him, the enchanting milky white flames kept changing, condensing into a lotus, and later turned into a platinum-colored three-legged golden crow, flapping its wings and moving, looking lifelike, and there was actually a lively look in his pupils.

The old man Yaoguang was shocked. The flame of Taoism turned into true black. The opponent's fire control ability was absolutely terrifying.

"If this beast wants to kill me, my life or death may be in a matter of seconds." The old man in black felt uneasy. At this moment, even the black gold tripod with dragon pattern could not bring him enough sense of security.

No matter how many plans or tricks you have, they are all pale in the face of absolute strength.

The news that Yan Ming had killed the Ji family's Saint King had already reached the ears of the ruthless lineage. The Yaoguang Holy Land had a deep foundation and sealed an ancient saint, but in front of the Fire Spirit, they could be killed in a snap of a finger.

After realizing this, the old man in black felt bitter. Even though he knew that the other party had bad intentions and might have a backup plan in the flames, he did not dare to refuse explicitly. He just wanted to obtain the source of Tao, not the evil fire.

This guy's methods are vicious, but if I were in his shoes, I would do the same.

"Senior, I still want to temper myself in the Dharma Ending Age for a while."

"It is difficult to cross the Dharma Ending Age. Now that the great age is about to begin, the ancient myriad races will soon emerge. I am truly worried for my fellow Daoist."

Yan Ming sighed lightly and suddenly stood up. The black gourd on the table glowed, causing the old man Yaoguang's face to change suddenly. His body reacted subconsciously and he almost used the dragon-patterned tripod to defend himself.

The pressure is too much!
"Huolin Cave, Primitive Lake, Golden Cave, Blood Phoenix Mountain... Great Sages will appear in these ancient tribes... Fellow Daoist, Yaoguang Holy Land cannot do without you, the sky-supporting white jade pillar!" Yan Ming was sincere and looked as if he was considering the other party.

Under his close persuasion (coercion), the old man in black accepted the tempering of the demon fire with a heavy heart, and swallowed a wisp of pure lotus demon fire on the spot as a token of his surrender. In his heart, he wished he could dig out and swallow the ancestors of the fire spirit for eighteen generations.

As the demonic fire enters his body, the two sides reach a partnership, and Yan Ming will then activate the source of Tao to help him become a saint.

"A wise choice." The coldness on Yan Ming's face melted away, and he became gentle. He smiled and said, "Congratulations, fellow Daoist. Beidou will have another Dharma-Ending Sage. Yaoguang will prosper!"

“I don’t deserve your congratulations, Your Excellency.” The old man in black had a smile on his face, but he felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a dead child.

He came with sincerity, but he didn't expect to fall into a trap. The entire Yaoguang Holy Land might be wiped out by this damn fire spirit.

"Don't ancient books say that the Holy Spirit despises everything and is very easy to calculate? Why is it different with the one I met..." He felt like he had eaten bitter herbs, unable to express his pain, and could only swallow it.

This wave of losses cost him everything.

As cunning as a fox, as greedy as a wolf, and as fierce as a tiger!

The other person's personality was completely different from previous Holy Spirits. Normally, the Spirit of Fire should be irritable and easily angered, but this one was completely different.

The banquet was still going on. Gradually, a divine light came from the ancient cave deep inside. A golden crow flew out, transformed into the source of Tao and fell into Yan Ming's immortal platform, emitting infinite light.

Taoist Crow is fine. He has made initial success in cutting off the Dao and is currently in seclusion to consolidate his skills. He will be able to show his brilliance in the future.

After a moment, Yan Ming took action, using his great magic power to activate the Pure Lotus Demon Fire, and once again summoned the source of the Tao, and began to help the old man in black push open the door to the Holy Way.

Beyond everyone's imagination, the moment he came into contact with the source of Tao, the sound of Tao rang out from Elder Yaoguang's body, the immortal platform exuded a sacred aura, and his primordial spirit began to transform.

Be sanctified immediately!

"This old guy has been suppressed too harshly by the heaven and earth." Yan Ming shook his head, acknowledging the other party's talent.

Those who can achieve the status of a semi-saint in the last days of the Dharma can basically become a saint king or even a great saint after the heaven and earth become active.

What the other party lacks is an opportunity. The Source of Tao is obviously qualified to replace that ray of insight in the dark.

At this moment, the sound of the Great Dao sounded, and the ruthless successor of Yaoguang was submerged in golden light. His figure was hazy, and the heaven and earth seemed unable to accommodate his true body. The void continued to twist, and the traces of the Dao that flowed out made the ancient temple shine.

When saints attain enlightenment and spread the truth, a wonderful land will be created, making the surrounding area very suitable for spiritual practice.

Yan Ming did not waste this opportunity and moved several people over.

"elder brother……"

Little Tingting is six years old. She is very cute and has delicate facial features. At this moment, she blinked her big eyes and was a little shy. The first thing she did after coming out was to grab the corner of Yan Ming's clothes.

She grew up well in the Holy Cliff. Yan Ming often gave her lectures and refined the Star Essence and Moon Energy into the Origin of the Moon as her foundation, and her bones were excellent.

"Sit down cross-legged and comprehend it seriously. This is a great opportunity for all of you." Yan Ming pointed with one finger, and Taoist patterns intertwined, transforming into three pure air cushions.

Yan Ruyu had seen Weiwei before, and now she looked at the little girl curiously, and found that she was special. Although she was only five or six years old, she was already connected with the essence of heaven and earth and was practicing all the time.

"Divine physique." Yan Ruyu judged.

The three of them sat cross-legged and felt the energy of the Tao. They gained a lot of insights. Some difficult and obscure parts of the scriptures in the past were now clear to them. Their hearts were as calm as still water and they were immersed in the wonderful state.

A few hours later, a terrifying pressure appeared. The old man in black suddenly opened his eyes, and two rays of divine light shot out from his pupils. He was like an ancient god, with traces of the great way lingering all over his body, and the aura of sainthood was overwhelming.

The Yaoguang people who were called over were extremely excited. They knew that their ancestor had broken through and were so excited that they didn't know what to say.

"This is the complete law of the holy way." The old man comprehended it carefully. After reaching this realm, calmness and composure appeared on his face again. He was more than ten times stronger than when he was a half-saint.

The next moment, his heart was shaken, his soul felt a chill, and he came back to his senses in an instant. The sense of expansion brought by blasting open the Holy Heavenly Gate suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"It still feels the same as before." The old man sighed, knowing that it would be difficult to get rid of the shadow of the fire spirit in a short time.

After reaching the saintly realm, one’s intuition becomes sharp and one’s predictions about life and death can be very accurate.

He clearly felt that there was a fierce look in the eyes of the man in the main seat, which was oppressing him to the point of suffocation.

Obviously, in addition to the natural tribulation, he also has a tribulation of his own, and if he cannot survive it, he will be in danger.

"This is all thanks to the efforts of senior." The old man's lips moved, but he was unable to break free from the ant realm. He said the word "senior" to Yan Ming, who was full of blood and energy.

Once called a senior, you will always be a senior!
At this moment, he completely cut off from his past identity. The flames rising from the depths of the immortal platform represented the shackles of fate.

The fisherman on the shore never expected that one day he would become a fish in the water and be trapped by the fishing line. It is really ironic.

Yan Ming's lips curled slightly, feeling the existence of the Pure Lotus Fire Talisman, without any sense of guilt in manipulating others.

What's the point of talking about Beidou morality with these cannibalistic and ruthless descendants?
It will definitely be as sinister as possible.

"Not really! Fellow Daoist, you have achieved the status of Semi-Saint by cutting off the Dao in the last days of the law. Today is just a natural outcome. How dare I take credit for it?" Yan Ming laughed loudly, his tone very gentle, knowing that he had gained another title of Yaoguang Supreme Saint Lord out of thin air.

For a moment, the host and the guests were in a good mood, drinking and chatting. The powerful people of Yaoguang took their seats, smiling happily, and surrounded the new saint.

The song and dance that had been prepared for a long time were also performed. The sound of stringed instruments and the fluttering sleeves of dancers distracted Yan Ming, who was full of yang energy, from time to time.

There was a flute-playing girl in the Yaoguang Holy Land, mixed in with a row of singing girls. Her clothes were not outstanding, but her appearance was truly touching. She had a radiant look and bright eyes, and was so beautiful that she could even be compared with Yan Ruyu.

There is a beauty in the North, peerless and independent...white as frost and snow, graceful as a virgin.

Yan Ming sat upright, drinking by himself without looking at anything, his face as calm as a lake.

On the contrary, the Golden Crow Dharma Image in the void was observing very carefully.

The beauty kept her eyes on the main seat, paying attention to Yan Ming's gaze. Seeing that he didn't look at her at all, her expression was very sad...

After the banquet, the old man in black took out the inheritance of the ruthless man, which included the Immortal Heavenly Art and the forbidden chapter. At this point, he was powerless. Even if he brought the Yaoguang Holy Land to join the Holy Cliff, it would be useless no matter how hard he tried. It would be better to accept his fate early.

This performance made Yan Ming very satisfied!

He has long wanted to join this lineage and make the legacy of the ruthless great again!
Today I have finally fulfilled my long-cherished wish.

Seeing that Yan Ming was in a good mood and was saying something to bring them closer, the old man carefully considered his words and suggested that he wanted to see the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Pot.

The ancient Sky-Swallowing Demon Pot is the ancestral artifact of the ruthless lineage. Its symbolic significance cannot be compared with the dragon-patterned black gold tripod. Although we know it is impossible to bring it back, seeing the demon pot reunited is considered to have fulfilled a wish of our ancestors for tens of thousands of years.

Yan Ming readily agreed to his partner's small request.

As for the other party's orthodox attributes, Yan Ming didn't take them seriously at all.

In terms of claims, he is the boss of the Swallowing Heaven Flag. In the group there are Xiao Nannan, Ye Fan, and Duan De, and he holds 60% of the shares.

"You are the pirates!"

"Here comes the can!"

Yan Ming's eyes were bright, and as the last two words came out of his mouth, a thought came out. In the void, a golden crow was spinning, shining like the divine sun, and rumbling. A primordial spirit came out with the power of rules, leaving its mark on the void.

This was a sudden vision in his mind. As soon as he opened his mouth, this extraordinary scene appeared, which was terrifying!
A moment later, a magic jar cut through the stars in the universe, floated up and down, and fell into the hands of the old man in black.

"If you need it, you can use this item!" Yan Ming was full of pride and looked like a wealthy man who had no shortage of imperial magic tools.

Immortal-Slaying Gourd, Fire Furnace, Heaven-Swallowing Pot, Chaos Lotus!

This does not include the Jiang family's Hengyu furnace and the newly acquired black gold tripod.

If a battle really comes, we will have to sacrifice the six imperial weapons. At worst, we can sink the Northern Territory and send all the ancient races back to ancient times.

This gesture moved the old man in black robe seldom, his eyes were red, and the feeling of humiliation of being forced disappeared for the most part.

It seems, as if embracing the Holy Cliff is not bad...

The sun sets in the west, and it is the time of dawn and dusk. At this time, the Zhuofeng inheritance of Taixuan Sect will begin, and it is time to obtain the secret of the word "Jie".

With the divine prohibition combined with the secret of all characters, Yan Ming's strength is enough to overpower Feng Wang. Combined with the Immortal Slaying Gourd, he can become a member of a royal family alone.

As he was thinking, he didn't notice that the door of the hall opened quietly. On the golden willow cushion where he used to meditate and seek enlightenment, there was a graceful woman sitting cross-legged. She was the beautiful woman who played the flute at the previous banquet.

Seeing Yan Ming coming, the woman looked nervous. She changed her posture, knelt down, lowered her head, and kowtowed forward.

Her facial features are well-proportioned and charming, with willow-shaped eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes. There is a faint sense of mistiness when she looks around, like a pool of autumn water. Her small red lips are slightly pursed, and it is not difficult to see her psychological tension. The dress made of jade silk is as light as a feather, even less than when she sings and dances, revealing a large area of ​​pure whiteness. Her chest rises and falls violently as she salutes, but her long black hair flutters, and her temperament is pitiful.

"is her."

Yan Ming sat down cross-legged, his eyes opening and closing, with a hint of divine flame rising in his eyes. With a wave of his sleeves, he extinguished the candlelight in the hall.

After a long period of hard practice, today I will study the way of Yin and Yang!
An unusual sound soon arose in the hall, like rain hitting banana leaves, or dewdrops on lotus leaves, with a different emotion in the sound.

As the night deepened, there was a melodious and lingering singing voice from a girl, which sounded like a complaint and continued without stopping. If it were not blocked by the magic array, it would definitely have spread to all the surrounding palaces.

A dream as brilliant as water...

(End of this chapter)