Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1132 The gathering of heroes
Nezha met "Deng Chanyu" on the way back to Mount Emei.

"Teacher, I'm afraid I've gotten into trouble." Nezha said with a guilty look on his face.

Qingluan turned into Deng Chanyu's appearance and deliberately imitated her expression.

He coughed and pretended to be nonchalant: "Don't worry, my disciple. With the master and the Saint Goddess here, everything in the world can be handled by the master. No one can stop them from doing what is right. With the master by my side, they can't do anything to you."

At this time, the second generation of Minghe had already reached the Demon Master's Hall. The real Deng Chanyu's speed of absorbing the Hongmeng purple energy increased, and the only strange phenomenon revealed to the outside world was a wisp of purple smoke. Duobao was calculating the specific location of the opportunity when he was hit by the blood cloud of Minghe. The two of them did not waste any words and quickly fought in a group. In the midst of their busy schedule, Duobao also glanced in the direction of "Deng Chanyu".

He was very confident in the true path of his practice. At first glance, it was very real, without any distortion or illusion, and he felt relieved immediately.

Currently, both Mount Emei and the Chan Sect are not in good luck. The Chan Sect’s disciples are scattered, and there is not even a Daluo Jinxian.

Lao Zhao and Yun Xiao, who were originally going to be helpers of Mount Emei, went to Hundun some time ago to track down Randeng's whereabouts, and thus a strong ally was lost.

Deng Chanyu was alone, but he was not afraid.

I took one look and then stopped looking.

Qingluan sneered and put away a jade talisman.

In terms of cultivation, she is not as good as Duobao, and in terms of wisdom, there is actually a huge gap, but experience has no direct correlation with cultivation and wisdom.

Qingluan had concealed herself early on. She was able to escape unscathed with her people from the bloody battlefield of the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation. Of course, she had her own methods. If Duobao thought he could see through her disguise at a glance, he could only say that he was overthinking it.

After Qingluan picked up Nezha, she appropriately showed the "weakness" and "non-competitiveness" of the Nuwa Palace. This can be regarded as a tradition. No matter what big sect or what heaven, Nuwa has never competed for it. You can do whatever you want, I won't fight or compete.

Now Qingluan's behavior also follows this tradition. She seems to be very vigilant. She brought Nezha back to Mount Emei and immediately activated the mountain protection formation. That means, no matter what opportunity you are fighting for, it has nothing to do with me.

Duobao knows Moonlight Tathagata very well. According to his understanding, Moonlight is extremely enterprising, otherwise he would not have entered Buddhism alone. His current non-contention seems a bit contradictory.

However, he had his own imagination and guessed that Deng Chanyu had used the moonlight to cut off all his thoughts on fame and fortune. This was reasonable, as he himself did so. The Duobao who was now devoted to practicing Taoism was different from the Duobao who had reformed the Jiejiao and wanted to accomplish something big.

The Yuantu Sword was taken away by Yunxiao, and now the only thing left in the hands of the ancestor of the Minghe River is the Avici Sword. If he was in his prime, the strength of this veteran quasi-saint who had killed two corpses would definitely be stronger than Duobao who had just killed two corpses. Unfortunately, the first generation of the Minghe River took away more than 100 million blood gods, which greatly reduced his magic power. After Duobao pulled out the Zhuxian Sword, he was even more crushed in terms of magic weapons.

"Evil demon, where are you escaping to?!" The Zhuxian Sword was as fast as thunder, and it cut off Minghe's head with one sword.

The Zhu Xian Sword is the most powerful killing weapon in the prehistoric world, and even the Styx cannot stop it.

Normally, when a head is chopped off, a new one will grow immediately. Now blood is gushing out from his neck, but his head hasn't grown out yet, so he slaps his neck, hoping that his head will grow out faster.

Duobao slashed with the sword again, and Minghe didn't care about his head and fled in panic.

By the time Grand Master Xuandu and Nanji Xianweng arrived, the strange phenomena caused by the primordial purple energy had completely vanished, as if a great opportunity had been snatched away by Duobao. "Brother, you're so lucky! I wonder what treasure you've obtained? Could you please show it to me?" Nanji Xianweng leaned on his cane, still looking as if he were taking advantage of his seniority.

He has cultivated to the realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal. If he wants to return to the realm of Quasi-Sage, it will be extremely difficult without a great opportunity.

Duobao frowned slightly. He really didn't like the condescending tone of the Nanji Immortal. "What realm are you in? What realm am I in?"
However, the Three Pure Ones have not yet officially split up, and the three chief disciples must still calculate their seniority according to the order of their master's age.

Nan Ji insisted that he was his senior brother and wanted to use his status to suppress him, which was not wrong.

He said calmly, "Brother, please forgive me. I am late. It seems that the opportunity has been taken away by Master Huanglong of your sect."

"Oh?" Nan Ji was stunned. Is there something about Huang Long involved here?
Master Xuandu looked at the clean Demon Master's Palace. They were all cultivators and could not see through the aging techniques used by the engineers of the Empress Wa Palace. He also used his imagination to think about it, from Kunpeng to Hongyun, from Qinyuan to Dijun, and finally all the clues pointed to the Taoist in front of him, Duobao!

If it was an ordinary opportunity, he would not fight for it at this point, but this was obviously not an ordinary opportunity. Nan Ji kept winking at him, and the words "goodbye" were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't say them.

He was now very close to the realm of beheading two corpses, but the departure of the Great Purity Saint from the prehistoric world had changed his mindset of "because he does not contend, no one in the world can contend with him." Before, with the Saint behind him, he could naturally not contend, but now? Now he had no choice but to contend.

Soon, the immortals of the Jiejiao sect, who were inspired by some mysterious inspiration, came one after another, and Taiyi, Lingbao and Yang Jian of the Chenjiao sect also came.

Guanyin, Manjushri and Samantabhadra were chanting Buddhist scriptures in the corner.

The poisonous bees in the poisonous bee swamp are a huge threat to Nezha and Huang Long, but to the masters present, they are not worth mentioning.

They each took action, and soon all the descendants of Qin Yuan were killed.

Guanyin Bodhisattva waved willow branches to disperse the poisonous fog and bring new life to this devastated land.

In less than a cup of tea, the unconscious Huanglong Zhenren was taken back to the Demon Master's Hall by Duobao's corpse-chopping clone.

"Let my uncle go!" Yang Jian shouted, and his mountain-splitting axe swung as fast as lightning, chopping straight at the wrist of the corpse-chopping clone.

Duobao's corpse-chopping clone glanced at it casually, bent his fingers, and flicked the mountain-splitting axe lightly. The magic weapon then returned to its original path at a faster speed. Yang Jian raised his three-pointed, double-edged sword to block it. With a loud "clang", he was pushed back ten thousand miles before he could barely stop.

Horrible! He couldn't even take the Quasi-Saint's casual attack. This made Yang Jian's impetuous heart, which had been somewhat calmed down because his own realm surpassed his master Jade Ding Zhenren, calm down again. He still had to continue practicing.

Taoist Duobao didn't even look at Yang Jian, a third-generation disciple, because Master Xuandu spoke.

"Junior Brother Duobao, Huang Long is from the Chan Sect and should be taken care of by Junior Brother Nanji. You should hand him over to him."

Duobao's corpse-slashing incarnation returned to its original form, holding Huanglong Zhenren's robe. "If I don't hand it over, what will you do with me, Senior Brother?"

(End of this chapter)