Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1148: Shao Siming and Da Siming

Deng Chanyu had a hint of joy on her face. She was naturally happy to have received another trace of Hongmeng purple energy. It was a little troublesome for Lao Gun to deal with it, but this time the power of Hongmeng purple energy was all on the zombie dragon. It did not take the opportunity to "cause trouble" and did not create a strange scene of a sky full of colorful and shining purple energy. This was good news for her.

She was not afraid of difficult enemies to deal with, but she was afraid of attracting attention. There was a limit to silencing people. Too much killing would harm the harmony of nature.

Daji and Shao Siming were chatting while holding long sticks and short swords. She didn't think there was anything wrong with it. The witch clan was like this. When chatting, if they didn't hold two axes or pick up hammers and swing them a few times, there would be no atmosphere for chatting at all.

"What are you talking about? You look so happy?" she asked her wife with a smile.

Daji was indeed very happy.

Although she gained enlightenment in the witch clan's underworld, Daji's nature is still the little girl who used to grow flowers and grass in Jizhou. She can fight against an opponent of the same level, but it's okay to challenge an opponent of a higher level. Shao Siming is an ancient god, and there is no ancient god whose realm is too low. Her previous sneak attacks failed, which means that Shao Siming's realm must be higher than hers. She was not sure, but after Deng Chanyu arrived, the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed, which can be seen from Shao Siming's panicked expression.

Fengdu Mountain is the world of the dead, with billions of years of accumulated death energy. Immortals from the outside world would feel very uncomfortable when they came here.

Daji is one of us here, and can even be said to be the nominal master. Even if Fengdu Mountain closes its doors, it will not exclude her.

Shao Siming obtained some of the power over death from Da Siming, and she is also a master here.

Deng Chanyu is different. She and Yunxiao have only been involved in a small part of the Avenue of Life and Death. Not to mention the core, she is not even an auxiliary to the main path. Here she is a pure outsider.

At this moment, she, a complete outsider, did not feel uncomfortable at all and just stood there calmly. Fengdu Mountain could not exclude her and could only let her do as she pleased.

Shao Siming had only seen similar external manifestations in Taiyi in the past. Now, this woman who suddenly appeared made her feel fear. The other person's eyes were calm, but Shao Siming felt that the innate power he was born with was leaving him at a rapid speed.

Her own destiny also changed dramatically at this moment.

"Who are you? This is Fengdu Mountain. People who are not related here please leave early and don't regret it for the rest of your life!" She pretended to be calm, but was met with the joint ridicule of Deng Chanyu and Daji.

Daji introduced Deng Chanyu: "Haha, Ayu, let me introduce you, this goddess is Shao Siming, she said..."

The story told by Shao Siming was retold by Daji, and Deng Chanyu commented that it was very boring and had no creativity at all.

She looked down at Shao Siming with a scrutinizing gaze.

Run! This enemy is too strong! In Shao Siming's eyes, Deng Chanyu gradually became similar to the former Donghuang Taiyi.

The rich fire spiritual energy, with its properties of suppressing space and time, made her seem as if she saw a pair of wings behind Deng Chanyu.

I am absolutely no match for him with these two moves.

The plants in autumn paved a flower path in the air, the purple stems and green vines formed armrests, the green leaves and white flowers turned into roads. Shao Siming looked very good. She rode on a flower car, which seemed to be slow but was actually fast, and escaped into the distance.

She looked back from time to time, but she could no longer see Deng Chanyu and Daji. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they hadn't caught up with her. "What is this Young Master Siming looking at? Madam, do you know?"

A crisp voice sounded in front of her. She turned around and found that Deng Chanyu was still talking to Daji, and the distance between them was less than a hundred feet.

How can this be?

She looked around again.

The flower path was in mid-air, extending all the way to the horizon. The float was also speeding away, but the passengers were not there. She seemed to stay in the same place and had not moved at all.

Daji said, "I'm a little worried about Xiaowu. Let's quickly resolve the situation here."

Deng Chanyu nodded: "Okay, this is not difficult."

In Shao Siming's eyes, her figure changed dramatically, her body grew infinitely, as if becoming taller than the sky, and the sacred aura made her breathless.

The quasi-saint level spiritual consciousness was forced upon Shao Siming's heart, and she felt as if she was facing a great terror that could not be described in words. Countless past events appeared before her eyes, but all of them were distorted.

In ancient times, Shao Siming was the goddess in charge of offspring and the protector of children. Nowadays, there are many gods in the ancient world who are involved in delivering children, including the Taoist god of delivering children, Bixia Yuanjun of Mount Tai, and the Buddhist Guanyin of delivering children. In fact, even the underworld has a goddess of birth. If you count those who are not "formally established", there will be even more.

Shao Siming, both himself and his priesthood, have been abandoned by the times.

At this moment, the many babies in her eyes were rapidly transforming. Their bodies were pitch black, and their eyes were bloodshot. Many immortals who had been reborn because of her reappeared, and now they were staggering, with their fangs and claws bared, wanting to devour her flesh and blood.

"No! It's not my fault! You can't blame me!" Under the tremendous pressure, Shao Siming's eyes were squeezed out, and two black air quickly escaped from them. Shao Siming wanted to reach out to stop him, but Daji poked him in the chest with a stick. Not only did he fly thousands of miles away, but his sternum was also broken.

All the black energy gathered together and eventually formed a middle-aged man wearing a black crown, driving a gorgeous sedan chair, and surrounded by many black crows.

This man was undoubtedly the Great Siming who was in charge of death. There were only two bloody holes left in his eyes. The eyes of Shao Siming that were blown off just now not only belonged to Shao Siming, but also seemed to be his eyes.

For gods, eyes are not particularly important. Most of the time, they are for the recognition of believers. If you have nine heads, a centipede body, and crocodile feet, ordinary people will only be afraid of you, and will not regard you as their patron saint.

Most of the innate gods are not in human form and always have strange appearances. Being blind will only affect their future image and has almost no effect on the present.

Deng Chanyu glanced at Daji and said, "Look at how cool this ancient god of Chu is! He has been imprisoned for billions of years, but he still sits in the imperial carriage and wears a crown. Look at you!"
Daji ignored her and took a step forward, showing the temperament of Lord Yama and looking at the Great God of Destiny fiercely.

The Great Sima hesitated for less than three breaths before bowing deeply. "People from the wilderness are ignorant of etiquette and have neglected the Emperor. I hope the Emperor will forgive me."

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he pointed at the door of the Fengdu Palace's Hall of Exoneration in a panic. The evil ghost head on the door lowered its head and looked respectful. The door that was previously closed slowly opened with a sharp sound.

(End of this chapter)