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

Chapter 90 Do you know that there is a ghost in the house?
Yan Ming returned to Shengya and personally carved a stele for Zhang Lin so that he could rest in peace.

The funeral ceremony was grand and conducted according to the rules of the saints. It was presided over and constructed by Duan De himself, with the help of three thousand fire crows. It was completed in one day. One hundred and eight stone statues were carved out, covered with the Pure Lotus Killing Formation, and the demonic fire would not be extinguished all year round.

At this point, the confused and dazed fifth-generation Yuan Tianshi gained eternal rest, the curse on his body was severed, and purple bamboos, orchids, and thousands of golden lotuses grew beside his tomb, emitting a unique scent. In the future, this place will become a garden of the Pure Lotus Demon Fire Mansion.

Ye Fan and Zixia, as adopted son and daughter, knelt in the mourning hall to mourn for their relatives in their dreams.

When they woke up from the dream, their relationship with Yang Yi was very complicated, like familiar strangers. But as Xiantian Daotai served them all the way, the barriers between them gradually broke through.

At the Holy Cliff, Zixia was even adopted as a daughter by Yang Yi.

However, the Western Emperor Sutra still has some twists and turns, involving the inheritance of Yaochi. Even though Yang Yi knew that her daughter was a rare innate Taoist fetus, she still couldn't make up her mind.

"Xia'er has joined the Purple Mansion Holy Land after all." She sighed softly.

"Did the ancient emperors only practice one method throughout their lives? Master and disciple, sincerity is enough, there is no reason to be restricted to one method." Yan Ming explained, and then said seriously: "Zixia has the same physique as the Western Emperor. This life is very special. The children and descendants of the emperor and the emperor will appear. Although the Yaochi is ancient, the descendants of this life may not be able to make it to the end. Why not leave an extra option, leave hope, and let Zixia join the Yaochi? Do you dare to say that the Xiantian Daotai is not qualified? In terms of the compatibility of the scriptures, she is the most suitable Yaochi Saint, but she was born in the Central Region..."

It was rare for Yan Ming to say so much. There were fragments of the Western Emperor in the old Yao Chi land, but they were not complete.

"I need to go back and discuss this generation's Queen Mother of the West." Yang Yi was somewhat reassured. The person in front of her was her savior, and there was also the dream and cause and effect. The words she said caused ripples in her heart, making it difficult for her to calm down and think seriously about the truth behind them.

"You are now the headmaster of Yaochi! You are honored to be a great king. Why do you need to ask the second level of the Immortal Platform to accept a disciple?
Yan Ming frowned, quite dissatisfied with Yang Yi's soft attitude, and his voice became heavier: "As long as you are here, Yao Chi will exist. Now that you are here, Shengya will be the orthodox Yao Chi."

"This is against the rules, and I'm afraid some people will complain."

"Ten years from now, let Zixia and Yaochi Saintess have a fair fight, and then everything will be clear!"

Yang Yi's mourning dress dragged on the ground, her brows lowered slightly, and she raised her unpainted face. Her autumn-water eyes stared at the Taoist in front of her and sighed, "Perhaps you are right. In this world of great contention, if the heir of Yao Chi cannot bear the heavy responsibility, it can also be a seed of hope."

The balance in her heart shifted. On one side were the people of Yao Chi whom she had never met before, and on the other side was her daughter who had accompanied her through a hundred years in her dreams. It was obvious which one was more important.

Having made his choice, Yan Ming immediately called Zixia over and asked her to perform the ceremony of becoming a disciple, kowtow to the Dream Mother, and inherit the Taoist tradition of the Western Queen Mother.

The moment the purple-clothed woman knelt down, the Dao lines intertwined in Yan Ming's eyes, the previous word glowed mysteriously, and a divine will spread in the dark, allowing him to see a corner of the future.

That was Zixia's Quasi-Emperor Tribulation, it was magnificent and grand, with a myriad of auras...

Turn your hand to change your fortune, turn your hand again to change your life!
After Hua Yunfei passed away, there was another innate Dao fetus.
Yan Ming returned to his Sun Palace and continued to comprehend Taixuan's gains.

The mystery of the fusion of fire and wood, the divine form of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, the probability of triggering the divine ban... In the face of these, Yan Ming even suppressed the fire in his heart and devoted himself to cultivation. He walked on his own path, and no matter what happened in the outside world, it could not affect this pursuer of the Tao.

In the blink of an eye, another two years passed. Beidou was in turmoil, the life essence of the Eastern Wasteland and the northern region was overflowing, and the ancient races were born. It was no longer possible to remain peaceful. During this period, people continued to go north to the Divine City and other places, wanting to contact the ancient race and involve the division of interests in the mining area.

Yan Ming killed ancient kings in succession, and his fame shook the world, but the information about the ancient kings also spread out, making many forces uneasy and very worried.

Ever since Jiang Taixu disappeared, the vast human race has been left without a single saint! (The ruthless inheritor hides himself)
Seeing this, some cruel ancient tribes colluded with each other and thought they were safe.

"Even if there is a self-proclaimed saint deep in the human race's holy land, once he is born, he will die soon. How can he compare with the Ancestral King?" Someone spoke, stopping at the Blue Demon Abyss. This place is a very famous large rift valley in the Northern Territory. Blue mist often floats up, and corpses are strewn in the depths.

On this day, the Blue Demon Clan was born. The ancient clan that appeared had cold eyes. Just like in ancient times, they regarded humans as ants and food. They didn't even bother to lower their heads when facing the human leaders who came to visit them.

"A group of people from the second level of the Immortal Stage are so weak that they are worthy of occupying this world?" The voice of the Blue Demon Clan was very low, but it spread over thousands of miles, making everyone present feel cold in their hearts. Some weak ones even wanted to kneel down, unable to withstand the terrifying power of the Demon Slayer.

This scene shocked the world, and all the religions in the Central Region immediately sent envoys to the Holy Cliff to pay homage, willing to become the wings of the restricted area. However, Yan Ming was in seclusion, the Crow King disappeared, and the huge Holy Cliff returned to its former tranquility. Only a few clusters of demonic fire were left swaying, transforming into lotus, blooming outside the Holy Cliff, blocking all enemies.

Ten months later, Taoist Crow returned from Yuhua Fairy Valley and learned what had happened. He used Yang Ling to summon all the high-level members of the Ziwei Sect in the Central Region.

"From now on, Ziwei Sect will serve as a barrier for my holy bloodline, and only one hundred people from each generation can enter the restricted area." Taoist Crow's eyes were empty as he spoke calmly.

Ever since he succeeded in the art of slashing the Dao, his aura had become even more terrifying. There was an invisible sense of intimidation that frightened the people from the Ziwei Sect on the opposite side. But after hearing the content, they were overjoyed and bowed repeatedly. They had not expected to receive such good news.

Being able to lean on Shengya and cling to Yan Ming's support was definitely a great blessing. Could it be that the ancestors of the Ziwei Sect were emitting smoke from their graves? Otherwise, how could things be so smooth?

"Thank you, Crow King!"

"How dare you worship me? You want to frame me unjustly. All this is the grace of the sun." The Crow Taoist bowed to the sky and said solemnly: "Although the saint has not yet come to earth, as wings, we must always keep the divine sun in our hearts. We should always remember the saint's teachings and reflect on ourselves every day..."

"The Crow King is worthy of being a sage of the way of killing. His words are deafening and make people realize. It is us who have offended him. Everything is the saint's kindness!" An old man from Ziwei Sect praised and took out the mutton-fat jade iron that he had prepared in advance.

It was no secret that Taoist Crow loved refining weapons. This was known to many people since he became a Taoist priest. With the praise of the aristocratic families, he was even known as the number one weapon refiner in the Central Region.

"My share is not important. What is important is the tribute you offer to the saint... the coordinates of the Ziwei Star Region!" Taoist Crow revealed his ultimate goal.

In an instant, the chain of order spread across the sky. Ten suns appeared in the sky, and fire crows howled. This place was transformed into a desolate area, leaving only the terrified elders of the Purple Star Sect...

A few days later, Taoist Crow entered the Sun Realm with great respect and presented a stone statue of an evil spirit and a purple jade cong.

Yan Ming, who had been in seclusion for a long time, opened and closed his eyes, rolled up his sleeves, and collected the three objects outside the hall. He looked carefully at the cracks in them and felt a trace of evil spirit, which even made him feel a little nervous.

"The demon god flowers in Yuhua Immortal Valley are still growing and have not yet matured. My subordinates have set up a magic circle on the periphery and left fire crows to guard it..." The Crow Taoist returned the Jidao weapon and reported what he saw and heard in Yuhua Immortal Valley.

It was considered a dangerous place in the early days, with treasures such as the Demon God Flower and the Ancient Heavenly Palace's Evil Ghost Stone Statue, but it was also very dangerous and hidden in an unknown place.

Yan Ming also relied on foresight to obtain the specific location of Yuhua Immortal Valley from the Ji family. During his retreat, he sacrificed a golden feather of fighting spirit and asked Taoist Crow to hold the Chaos Green Lotus and set off to clear this copy.

In fact, there is a treasure in the early stage!
The forbidden weapon of the Buddha statue of Sakyamuni comes from the ancient star Mars and is used to suppress the demons in the eighteen levels of hell.

In the original timeline, this quasi-emperor forbidden weapon was used by Li Xiaoman. Now that Li Xiaoman is an outer disciple of Shengya, her body has been searched thoroughly, even the holes were not spared, but the bronze statue could not be found at all.

Clearly, the forbidden weapon had always been bound to the Crocodile Ancestor's divine fetus. In "Smash the Sky," Li Xiaoman was merely a puppet, accompanying the crocodile. "The crocodile clan's soul fragment, the divine consciousness of a fully formed holy body, interesting..." Yan Ming's eyes flashed as he sealed the evil spirit statue. The rune network rapidly extended, filling the gaps within, extending its existence.

The ghost stone statue, even if it can only be used once, is enough to shock the world. It is a corner of the ancient heaven's killing formation, with infinite power.

"It's time to settle accounts." Yan Ming said to himself, with a faint green air flowing between his brows. The sharpness and coldness of the past all disappeared, and a vigorous vitality spread. Lotuses grew in the void, and clear light surged.

"Ancestor Saint, who are we going to settle accounts with?"

"Did you know that there is a ghost in my house?" Yan Ming's lips curled slightly, and the light of his soul became brighter. Then a majestic aura spread out and rushed straight into the sky.

Not long after, a divine crystal altar was hung high, on which was placed the Great Saint Bone Mirror. The Taoist climbed onto the altar, and his aura became more and more ethereal.

Everyone in the coffin convoy was called over, feeling uneasy and not knowing what had happened.

Along with the sound of chanting, the main priest became blurred and recited the true mantra. Bits of cause and effect flowed out from everyone, recreating the past in the bone mirror of the Great Sage Immortal Platform.

Deep in the gloomy bronze coffin, behind a strangled corpse, something suddenly turned around and revealed a sinister smile in the mirror. It turned out to be a terrifying evil spirit!

Ferocious and terrifying, with snow-white teeth, eyes like dead fish, black skin, no vitality at all, and the air is filled with the breath of death!

At this moment, dozens of people on the other side of the starry sky were shocked and filled with fear. Among them, Lin Jia was trembling all over. She was the first person to discover the evil spirit.

As the picture shifted, the evil spirit leaned over a person.

"It's him! Liu Yunzhi!"

Ye Fan's heart sank and he thought a lot. He had exiled Liu Yunzhi, Li Changqing and others. Logically, it was impossible for the three of them to walk out alive.

But if it has something to do with evil spirits, everything will be different.

"Reflection of cause and effect!" Yan Ming pointed with one finger, a silver light flashed in his eyes, a large amount of spiritual power emerged, deducing the secrets of heaven, and soon found a direction.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the Pure Lotus Demonic Fire condensed into a bony hand, blocking the void and grabbing someone in the crowd.

"what!"

Amidst screams, blood burst out from a woman's body. Her well-proportioned and slender body was constantly convulsing. Her expression was full of pain. A demonic figure emerged from her forehead, emitting a terrifying roar.

"There really is an evil spirit!" Taoist Crow's eyes narrowed, and he was secretly shocked. This was his dereliction of duty.

It turned out to be Lin Jia. Ye Fan's expression froze. The voice of the evil ghost made his scalp tingle. He never thought it would be her. How could this happen?

"Why is it her!" He found it hard to accept and was unwilling to believe it.

Chaos light bloomed, and a black gourd floated up and down, suppressing the corpse disaster, causing the great holy body deity to wail continuously, resisting almost madly, but could not withstand it at all, and knelt on the ground and rolled continuously.

This was because Yan Ming didn't want to force it into a desperate situation, so he showed mercy.

"Why, why are you forcing me, Fire Spirit." The god roared, with half of his body still in Lin Jia's forehead, making the latter's face even more distorted. The originally beautiful and white face was gone, leaving only the eerie and coldness, which made his companions stay away from him.

It has a rare treasure on it that conceals its aura, allowing it to hide in the Holy Cliff for the past few years, accompanying the Holy Body without being discovered by the Saint.

"This is not a fatal calamity. Your true soul will be released in three hundred years."

Yan Ming promised with his real name, but the Pure Lotus Demon Fire over there became more and more terrifying, breaking through the air and burning the void, rising up like wisps of mist, and condensing into a bone hand again, grabbing the black evil ghost.

"I'm not willing to give up. I've come into contact with the flesh and obtained the essence and blood of the body..." The evil ghost screamed miserably, his eyes full of resentment and hatred. He looked at Ye Fan, wishing he could swallow him in one bite.

"Oh!"

As the gourd plug fell back, the divine power of the Great Holy Body was suppressed and could no longer cause any waves. Lin Jia in the Taoist temple was covered in black air and collapsed to the ground, barely breathing.

She was unable to speak, with only her dim, dead eyes left as she watched her classmates move away from her one by one, regarding her as part of the evil spirit, their eyes filled with disgust.

At the last moment before she fainted, Lin Jia saw a figure running towards her, and tears instantly flowed from her eyes...

The news that Ye Fanyan encountered a ghost spread like wildfire!

This story is very creepy, involving the thoughts of gods, and it is an unusual thought of gods. Even Yan Ming was speechless when he first learned about it.

Brother Gui really dares to do it!

Possessing Lin Jia, he had distance contact with Ye Fan just to strengthen his origin.

In fact, from Yan Ming's point of view, the so-called class beauties would not exceed the level of the five forbidden ones, and many saints were better looking than Lin Jia.

Yan Ming is now really face-blind to some of the saints. He didn't even pay attention to the class beauty in the coffin convoy, but just took a quick glance at her.

In other words, Ye Fan was nostalgic and couldn't forget Lin Jia, who had rejected him, so the evil spirit didn't have to spend much effort to succeed.

The lethality of Bai Yueguang is evident from this.

"It seems that it must be the Chaos Divine Pattern that prevents the Great Saint Body Divine Thought from directly taking over the body..." Yan Ming understood the cause and effect and found it very abstract.

A ghost story? Not accurate. No one would want to have such a romantic encounter.

(End of this chapter)