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

Chapter 89: Ancient Grudge, Sword Slashing the Soul
"Send you to death..." Yan Ming's eyes were deep and he sighed for Zhang Lin.

At the last moment, the red hair faded away, and Zhang Lin returned, with a trace of his soul imprint remaining. He was attracted by the dream butterfly and fell into a dream in an instant.

It was as if he had truly experienced the other person's life: success at a young age, glorious years, fame in the Eastern Wilderness, and the heart of the Saint Girl. Everything seemed so dreamy.

Then when the excitement fades and sadness comes, they realize that there is a limit to fullness and emptiness. The Jade Pool blocks them, and the Green Gold Pagoda of Immortal Tears is like a river in the sky. The two people love each other but cannot be together, leaving behind regrets for six thousand years.

"If I were you, I would deploy an array in the Northern Territory and threaten Yao Chi. At worst, both of us would perish together!
"So-called rules and regulations, what do they mean?"

There was a hint of hostility on Yan Ming's face. The brand had affected him. Seeing Yang Yi almost fainting, his eyes became cold and sharp, and his mood fluctuated.

Talismans appeared in the void, scrolls were spread across the field, and lines of divine source networks spread out and merged with the stars. These were the imprints of Zhang Lin, the fifth-generation Source Heavenly Master. A part of them became Yan Ming, which almost made him a Source Heavenly Master and enabled him to realize the mysteries of the Source Technique.

"Ancestors..."

At that time, all the people in Zishan Village came, and white flags with the surnames Zhang, Lei and Wang filled the sky. They knew what was in the jade jar.

A young man played the celestial drum, which was dull and full of sorrow. Then a bell rang out, and the air was filled with sorrow. Hundreds of people were mourning. They were all descendants of Zhang Lin.

As the urn was placed into the bronze coffin, Ye Fan, dressed in white, held Zhang Lin's tablet and walked in front, supporting the coffin.

He looked sad, truly heartbroken, with tears streaming from his eyes.

Several years ago, he had obtained part of the imprint of the Source Heavenly Book in the depths of the Holy Cliff, but this was not the first time he had truly stepped into the Source Path. He was very sad about the passing of the elder in his dream who was both his teacher, father, and friend.

Zixia also shed tears and supported Yang Yi forward, unable to tell whether she was in a dream or not.

A group of people carried the coffin down from the Northern Territory and wanted to bury Zhang Lin deep in the Holy Cliff to avoid being disturbed by others.

When they reached the edge of the Northern Territory, heaven and earth were in turmoil. A terrifying aura descended from the vastness, and groups of things fell. The chain of order clanged and turned into a net, blocking the way forward.

"Stop ahead!"

In the sky, an ancient ancestor king spoke, and his presence had ill intentions. Just the aura he exuded made everyone present tremble with fear, and their bodies were almost suppressed by this holy aura and were about to explode.

With a cold snort, Yan Ming's forehead glowed, and the power of his soul suddenly swept across the sky. It was the thought of Tao that turned into real flames, burning the heavens and condensing into a sun furnace, breaking through the terrifying aura of the Holy Tao, pressing down and directly killing the intimidator.

"you……"

As the forward, King Gu was shocked. He didn't expect that the opponent would dare to attack so aggressively.

This attitude clearly meant to completely kill him without leaving any room for maneuver.

"Brother Daoist from the Original Lake!" He turned around quickly, trying his best to avoid the raging divine fire and asked for help from his companions.

"boom!"

The red clouds were thick, the Sun God Furnace did not fall, the ground collapsed, and the golden source of divine patterns intertwined. A terrifying divine spear, as black as ink, carrying a ruthless killing light, shot out from the ground, and with a puff, pierced through the ancestor king who was blocking the way and lifted him high up.

The blood dripped down the spear tip and fell to the ground, making the scene shocking.

Many members of the ancient tribe were paying attention to the scene here. At this moment, everyone was shocked. They did not expect that the situation would become clear so soon.

An ancient king of the Ninth Heaven couldn't even hold on for a moment. What kind of strength is this?

Some people frowned, knowing Yan Ming's true realm, and felt even more uneasy. Could the saint born in the obscure last days of the great Dao really be so powerful?
"Dare!"

A cold rebuke was heard, and someone appeared. It was an old man with white hair draped over his shoulders, full of blood and energy. Murderous intent was flowing through every pore of his body, wisps of it overflowing from his pores, crushing the sky and the earth. His eyes were empty and frightening.

"People from the Primitive Lake... you will soon know whether I dare or not." Yan Ming's voice was indifferent, and he deliberately did not kill the ancestor king in front of him.

With a thought, he thrust the black spear upwards, and the sharp tip cut the neck, lifting the ancestor king's head high and nailing it in front of Zhang Lin's coffin as a sacrifice. This scene made the white-haired old man of the primitive lake furious.

What kind of thing is this? Deliberately humiliating the ancient king of the royal clan is intolerable!

"Great! What a domineering Holy Spirit Royal Family! It was like this in the ancient times, and it will be the same after the ancient times." The voice of the Sage Wang Shanzhu of the Primordial Lake was cold and ruthless. A chaotic light flashed across his brow, as green as a divine diamond. He shouted, "Today we will continue the ancient battle!"

In an instant, a green gourd rose and fell, and thousands of silk ribbons hung down, tightly protecting the white-haired ancestor king underneath.

This is Yuanhuang’s tool for proving his truth!

He let out a long roar, and Taoist light burst out from his body. His blood and energy rushed into the sky like a candle dragon. He was about to step forward and start a great battle.

But Yan Ming was even faster, his whole body was as swift as the immortal immortal light, and his Xing character secret broke through all obstacles. Now, in terms of speed, apart from the Great Sage, there were few people in the world who could match him.

He took the initiative to attack and meet the enemy!

"Hey!"

A blazing black light flashed, accompanied by a roar. Two extremely powerful ancient imperial powers erupted in the center of the universe, and the blue and black colors continued to collide.

The two gourds simultaneously emitted boundless chaotic light. They were similar in shape, as if they were of the same origin, but at this moment they were entangled in a fierce confrontation.

The destructive aura in the center caused a sense of panic in the hearts of all beings in the Northern Territory, as if the end of the world was approaching. Was this piece of red land really going to sink?
"puff!"

Yan Ming flew across the sky and arrived in front in an instant.

This was a blitzkrieg. He relied on the Xing character secret and a powerful soul comparable to that of a high-level Saint King. As soon as his Dao thought came out, endless ripples erupted, instantly injuring the White-haired Ancestor King. Then, countless lines went up along his arms, covering half of the opponent's body with Dao fire.

In an instant, all kinds of laws poured down, confusing the mind, corroding the body, and dissolving the divine consciousness... This kind of fire is simply the nemesis of creatures with declining qi and blood.

The victory or defeat was decided in a moment!

"you……"

The white-haired Saint King was shocked and angry, and kept struggling. Immortal light burst out from the immortal platform. He wanted to cut out the forbidden chapter of the Yuanhuang Sutra, but he really couldn't do it against Yan Ming. He fell into a disadvantage in an instant and was in danger.

"Zheng!"

A soft sound pierced through all the light and all the sounds at once, and a divine sword about an inch long appeared between the eyebrows of the Original Lake Ancestor King, shining brightly and clanging.

In an instant, a strange power spread. Before the magic sword was unleashed, the sword wave had already destroyed the endless mountains, rivers and land, and pointed straight at the people on the ground. It was extremely cruel and wanted to wipe them all out.

Countless mountains were reduced to dust, transformed into desert, forever lost. The murderous intent wiped out all life here, turning it into a barren land. At the critical moment, Yan Ming unleashed the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Jar, imprisoning everyone and withstanding the boundless divine might.

"kill!"

The ancestor king of the primitive lake roared, his hair disheveled, and his body, which was corroded by flames, was shattered. Only his head remained, and he rushed forward to kill, ferocious and terrifying.

This person doesn't look like the mountain lord of the ancient royal family, but more like a demon king, with such a murderous intent!
"It's the Yuanhuang Sword Embryo, the supreme secret technique of the Primordial Lake."

"It's meaningless. That fire spirit is too strong. If I can't do it myself, no secret technique can make up for the difference."

There were ancient creatures muttering to themselves, their eyes terrifying. They had seen the situation clearly and were very wary of the flames. Even the Saint King had to rely on shattering his body to avoid it...

Yan Ming's forehead bone was clear, the Dao fire was peeled off, and the fire returned to the wood element. The infinite spiritual power condensed into a nine-leaf sword embryo, soaring into the sky, cutting off the sun, moon and stars, and colliding with the Yuanhuang Dao sword. The light was brilliant, striking the past, present and future, and really wanted to cut through the three thousand worlds.

"No..." The white-haired old ancestor king shouted, his hair disheveled, watching his sword of Tao shatter into pieces, unable to believe this would be the result.

The Yuanhuang secret technique is actually no match for him!
Now, the Pure Lotus Demon Fire bloomed, Yan Ming shattered the Yuanhuang Dao Law, took off the enemy's head with one hand, and looked at it indifferently.

The Yuanhuang Gourd, which was entangled with the Liantian Gourd, was spinning rapidly, with a clear light surging. It lost the power of the Lord of War, and with a buzzing sound, it rushed into the sky and disappeared at the end of the Qingming.

Yan Ming ignored it. The ancient imperial soldiers were difficult to suppress. Perhaps a new saint would appear soon and another endless war would begin.

"I hope it's not the worst case scenario." Yan Ming's eyes were deep. The little man in the fairyland was holding an ancient flag, ready to attack at any time.

If it really comes to the last moment, Yan Ming wouldn't mind wiping out one or two members of the royal family.

The white-haired ancestor king of the primitive lake refused to surrender at this moment, and roared at Yan Ming like an angry old lion.

Yan Ming showed no mercy and slapped the head down. Holy blood flowed out and the head rolled in front of the coffin of the fifth generation Yuan Tianshi. Every inch of it was covered with dust.

I watched as the vicious spear rose again, ready to kill again.

"Please show mercy!" At this moment, several figures appeared, their identities were frightening.

The Nine Phoenix King, the Kirin King, the Fallen King, the Silver Moon King, the Blue Demon King... several kings of the ancient myriad clans came together to persuade him.

No one could have imagined that the Saint King of Primitive Lake would be defeated so quickly and so miserably.

These people came forward to mediate, fearing that Yan Ming would kill the master of the Original Lake in anger. In ancient times, royal families rarely went to war, but once a war broke out, the world would be overturned!

With the example of the Great Sage of the Ji family, who among the ancient royal families would not be afraid?

Yan Ming proved his strength. He was powerful enough to be the Saint Wang Shanzhu, who was at the peak of the fourth level of the Immortal Realm and had killed the fifth level of the Immortal Realm. If a big fight really broke out, combined with the gourd, he would uphold the majesty of a royal family, and everyone would have to take him seriously.

The war stopped. So many people arrived, including those from Huolin Cave, Golden Cave, and Blood Phoenix Mountain, and some even brought ancient imperial soldiers.

Finally, the old chief of the primitive lake arrived. He was not as arrogant as imagined. Instead, he sighed and wanted to save his fellow tribesmen and was willing to pay some price.

"It's my fault for not disciplining him properly. This time it wasn't my clan's fault, it was all because of my cousin... Alas." He kept shaking his head with a sad look on his face.

"His ancestors killed three of my clan's princes. This is a blood feud, how can I not avenge it?"

The white-haired ancestor king, with only his head left, had red eyes. Even in a desperate situation, he continued to roar, with blood and tears on his face. He was a survivor of the Holy Spirit Rebellion.

Everyone was silent. There was no one from the Original Lake among those who were given titles. This showed that the tribe had a generational gap and had experienced great turmoil in the past, so it lacked foundation.

When Emperor Yuan passed away, two great holy spirits attacked and almost destroyed the Primordial Lake.

The three princes of the tribe came out together, presided over the ancient emperor formation, and tried their best to quell the unrest. On that day, the original lake was full of blood, and the descendants of the imperial bloodline were almost wiped out, with only more than ten people from the young lineage surviving.

Today, the master of the original lake deliberately found the same opportunity, which was very targeted. He took advantage of the funeral on the Holy Cliff to cut off the past cause and effect in one fell swoop, but the result was completely opposite, and blood was spilled in the blue sky.

"According to your logic, only one of the two veins can survive, right?"

In an instant, Yan Ming stepped forward and looked at the chief of the Original Lake tribe. Brilliant light was blooming on his body. It was the light of the primordial spirit, and there was also a deeper level of matter. Even several kings felt deeply uneasy, and their souls had an early warning.

"You two, let's just get over it. It's better to resolve a feud than to create one."

"We are all born in this life, what is the purpose? It is nothing more than becoming an immortal. Everything else can be discarded."

Many people tried to persuade him, but they were unsure because the person was too calm. He looked at everyone with cold eyes, as if he was about to start a fight at the next moment. He had no fear of the great sage from the depths of the ancient royal family, which made it difficult to understand.

"This is a great world where all races coexist. What we are waiting for is the opening of the path to immortality. We hope to enter the fairyland and hope that all races can stop fighting." The old patriarch of the Golden Cave spoke, nodded to Yan Ming, and at the same time urged the old man from the Original Lake to take out the divine object to apologize.

The latter shook his head, took out the Yuanhuang Gourd, and opened the small world inside, which was the space for suppressing the immortal treasures of the clan.

A divine material appeared in his palm, half the length of his arm, shimmering with brilliance and emitting a thousand strands of purple mist. This was quasi-imperial purple gold, exquisitely crafted and priceless. (It was the same material as Yin Tiande's later quasi-imperial purple gold gourd.)
"This is our clan's apology. Fellow Daoist, your bones are in their prime, so you shouldn't need the same longevity extension we do. Compared to the Medicine King, divine materials should be more suitable." The Primordial Lake clan leader sighed. This piece of purple gold was the shattered quasi-imperial weapon of their ancestors. That turmoil had erased too much.

Yan Ming opened and closed his eyes, but in the end he did not fight. He took a half step back, left Zi Jin, and left a warning.

"There won't be another chance."

He released the captives with an invincible look on his face, not caring about a defeated Sage King facing more than twenty Ancestral Kings and Heavenly Kings alone.

Later, he mentioned Yuan Gu, the eighth-generation grandson of the Yuan Emperor: "Ten years from now, my disciples will fight him to the death. This ancient feud, a scroll unfolding with blood and bones, will finally end in blood."

After saying this, Yan Ming put away the black gourd and led everyone away.

Several people on the other side of the original lake also disappeared.

Dozens of ancient kings watched and whispered to each other after the figure completely left. They did not expect this result.

Some people's eyes flickered, and they did not hope that both sides would stop fighting as they appeared to do. Instead, they hoped that a big fight would break out in the Primitive Lake and that the Great Sage would be summoned.

"Jiuhuang, you always like to fight, why don't you take action?"

"Hmph, if you want to die, don't drag me along. I will send a letter requesting battle at another time."

The Nine Phoenix King sneered, knowing that today was not the right day to take action. That fire spirit possessed a terrifying presence, not just the Ancient Emperor's soldiers. "If you have the guts, chase it down now. I also want to see what cards it has."

The Lin Tian Zu Wang of Huo Lin Cave narrowed his eyes slightly, and rarely refuted, but left in silence...
(End of this chapter)