Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1099: Sealing the Mirage Dragon
The dreams of mortals are full of trivial matters such as food, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. Taken individually, they are nothing, but when accumulated over time, their dreams are actually the main force that constitutes the fog in the East China Sea.

Now that the main forces have dispersed, the Mirage Dragon's disguise has been torn apart as the dream mostly collapsed.

It turned into a monster with a dragon body, phoenix wings, and unicorn legs.

"Don't we still have to fight?" Zhao Gongming was a little puzzled. You guys made such a big fuss, I thought I could win easily, but in the end we still have to fight.

Deng Chanyu and Duobao didn't say anything. The rise of Buddhism was an inevitable trend. Saving people and weakening the mirage dragon were not in conflict, so the two things could be done together.

They could all sense that the fortune of Buddhism was slowly rising, but without the Buddha and the Buddha Mother, and with factions mixed within the great religion, the rising fortune seemed somewhat superficial.

The Buddhist sounds from Mount Lingshan reached the depths of the dreamland, and thousands of Buddhas chanted scriptures. Treasure aura rose into the sky, and rays of light filled the sky, as if to directly convert the mirage dragon. However, this time the mirage dragon was not affected at all, and it bared its fangs and claws, looking extremely ferocious.

Old Zhao is just generous, not stupid. It’s hard to say whether he is a quasi-saint, but he does have the vision of a Daluo Jinxian.

He noticed something: "This guy seems to be still dreaming? Whose dream is this?"

Deng Chanyu pondered for a while and said, "This must be its own dream, a dream from which it will never wake up."

Old Zhao looked at her, and she shook her head: "I can't locate him in space. This guy's dream is completely different from ours, and he's not in the present at all. Maybe..."

Duobao knew what she was going to say and said bluntly, "I can't do it either. This guy is still in the past. No wonder the three ancient tribes can only seal him but not kill him."

For all living beings in the ancient world, the mirage dragon is a non-existent thing. It was born in a dream and will die here. All its claws and fangs were cut off by the Ten Thousand Buddhas before, and now its real body is hiding in the original dream. How can it be defeated?
Duobao Buddha is known as the Buddha of the past. In fact, all the disciples of Xuanmen know that the Avenue of Time is blocked in the prehistoric times. He has only dabbled in a small part of the Avenue of Time. He has the seeds of Tao and the essence of Tao. He can only use some tricks to make a few mistakes on a daily basis, but he can't do any big operations.

"Let me try!" Seeing that they hadn't come up with any good ideas, Zhao Gongming prepared to attack directly. No need to worry about any fancy moves. Just fight first and talk later!
He took out the Qiankun ruler, and the next moment, the world was turned upside down. The earth became light, the sky became heavy, the flames became extremely gentle, and the floods became extremely violent. The power between heaven and earth became unfamiliar in this moment.

Deng Chanyu watched from afar and thought that Lao Zhao's move was quite powerful. The Qiankun ruler was usually used for sneak attacks in Randeng's hands, but in Lao Zhao's hands, it became upright.

The Qiankun Ruler reversed yin and yang, and all things turned from real to virtual, but this great force passed straight through the mirage dragon without leaving a trace.

The mirage dragon closed its eyes and bared its fangs and claws towards them. The Nanming Lihuo, which looked like the Yuanfeng, scattered into countless sparks, boundless and sweeping towards them with the power to burn everything. The result was the same. The seemingly powerful flames did not hit them at all. They stood upright and watched the sea of ​​fire pass by them like a bubble.

"What should I do?" Old Zhao hates this situation the most.

They can't hit the mirage dragon, and the mirage dragon can't hit them.

The two sides seemed to be very close, but in reality they were separated by an unknown distance of space and countless epochs of time.

The real traces of the existence of this mirage dragon are in the past, during the era of the dragon and phoenix catastrophe.

Pangu could strike this moment in time from a distance of countless eons, but they didn't have that ability. Just call it a day and go home? That was impossible. Fighting all the way here, only to retreat in the end would be a waste of all their efforts. The Buddha's light from Lingshan had dispelled the East China Sea fog, but if they turned around and left, the fog would still shroud the East China Sea for at most three days.

Without Deng Chanyu's reminder, Lao Zhao knew the key point himself and he absolutely could not retreat now.

Duobao pondered for a moment and said, "Junior brother, your opportunity to attain enlightenment is ambitious. Perhaps you can start from dreams. The mirage dragon is in a dream, and in fact, we are also in a dream. Here, all your means of cognition can be used."

Duobao's methods in the way of time are not as good as Lao Zhao's, but he didn't spend much time on it. Lao Zhao sacrificed twenty-four Dinghai Pearls, so he really has some skills.

Old Zhao understood. Yunxiao had reminded him that the twenty-four solar terms could draw strength from the long river of time. This path had great prospects. Even if he could not attain the Dao of Hunyuan and control the avenue of time, it would be good to use the power of time as a means of protecting the path.

He closed his eyes and constructed a real dream, and the Dinghaizhu that he was most familiar with appeared behind him one after another.

One, two, twenty-four, the extremely familiar innate spiritual treasures reappeared, and this was not the limit. As soon as he thought about it, the twenty-four Dinghai Pearls cleverly made way, and the twelve Dinghai Pearls that were not under his control in the past also appeared.

The thirty-six Dinghaizhu are in line with the number of Zhoutian, and have reached the level of the best innate spiritual treasure. Combined with Lao Zhao's own magical powers, that is, wind rising and water surging. Countless water from the Milky Way is swept up by the strong wind, and the speed of the water reaches the extreme. Countless water spiritual energy turns into elves and cheers, and a rare force of time is born from the rapidly rushing sea water.

Old Zhao opened his five fingers and pointed them in the direction of the mirage dragon. The power of time, relying on the wind and waves, shuttled quickly and set up seventy-two exquisite formations in succession, trying to block and seal the mirage dragon from the source.

I saw golden lines running across the mirage dragon's body, and it fought back frantically, with murderous aura rushing towards me.

"Puff" the scales on the back of the mirage dragon's neck were pierced by the golden thread, and a drop of blood flew out. It was like a signal. The power of time washed over its body one after another, and the blood flowers merged into one. The mirage dragon looked like it had been cut into pieces, and blood was flowing all over its body.

It roared madly, but couldn't attack them.

Old Zhao slowly closed his five fingers, controlling the power of time and imitating the dragon-binding rope, tightly wrapping the mirage dragon from the outside to the inside. Initially, it was a ball of thread, and the golden thread wrapped faster and faster until it was finally condensed to the size of a grain of rice. Zhao Gongming pushed forward with force, and more power of time washed over. The roar of the mirage dragon kept echoing in his ears, but it was ultimately no match for the Avenue of Time. After struggling hard for a few times, it completely disappeared without a trace.

"Brother Dao has good tactics."

"Junior brother, this move is wonderful. It is very simple, yet extremely clever. It is truly amazing."

Zhao Gongming smiled.

If you have a magic weapon, 10% of your magic power can produce 100% of its effect.

Now the magic weapon is imaginary, and the consumption is more than a hundred times.

Even though this had consumed a great deal of his magic power and his face turned pale, he still accepted the flattery of the two. He thought that he was so awesome that he could seal such a powerful enemy!

(End of this chapter)