Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1186 Fighting
The enthusiasm of so many powerful people made Empress Pingxin very satisfied. The fighting level of the prehistoric immortals was too poor. They often had 100% of their strength, but could not even exert 70% in battle. They were all good at talking about metaphysics and Taoism, and they could talk endlessly about the dual cultivation of sex and life, but when it came to fighting, they had no idea what to do.

She saw it all and was anxious, but as a genuine saint, she had very little involvement in the affairs of the prehistoric world. Now she took advantage of the invasion of the demon god to try to integrate the martial spirit into the prehistoric world.

To be honest, no matter how rich the combat experience is, ordinary immortals are powerless to fight back against the Chaos Demon. On the contrary, the Demon might even find it very funny.

But we can't stop fighting just because we can't defeat the enemy with strength. We still have to resist.

The immortals discussed the matter, and the powerful men refused to give in to each other.

Lady Pingxin said: "Please don't hurt the harmony, everyone has a chance."

As soon as she finished speaking, Deng Chanyu broke through the space, took the lead, and tried to enter the trial field.

With the grand goal of becoming a saint, she has never known what shame is. She usually has to maintain the demeanor of a female fairy, but at this time she can no longer pretend.

Without a second thought, she teleported away.

"How dare you! Watch me!" Di Jiang is not only the ancestor of space wizards, but also has the title of the ancestor of speed wizards. He started later but arrived first, opened his palms as big as a palm fan, and dragged hard at the empty space, forcibly dragging Deng Chanyu, who had turned into a rainbow and gone out, back.

He was very familiar with both the Way of Space and the Art of Transforming into a Rainbow. After blocking the door at Mount Emei for the past few years, he was very familiar with the methods that Deng Chanyu was good at.

Deng Chanyu hesitated for a moment. There were too many immortals at the scene, and many of them were like Jiang Ziya who had just achieved immortality. She did not use the Chaos Bell, for fear that once the bell was used, Dijiang would be fine but all the passers-by would be sent away.

"Amitabha! The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back and you will find the shore!" She chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and then her voice became extremely pure. The Buddha's words and the sound of the Tao were combined, and the infinite and magnificent sound washed from top to bottom. She controlled the sound within a three-meter area around Dijiang. The Great Ancestor Witch's steps, which were about to teleport, paused and he subconsciously turned back.

Deng Chanyu not only stopped Dijiang, but also stopped her good brother Zhen Yuanzi.

Duobao laughed heartily: "Daoyou, you chanted the Buddha's name very well. Thank you for your kindness!"

He was extremely resistant to Buddhist language, and his position was a bit off, so he was completely immune to this move.

Duobao wanted to rush in first, but Zhen Yuanzi refused.

With a wave of his robe sleeve, all the spiritual energy within ten feet was sucked away, and the power of the earth veins turned into invisible chains, blocking Duobao from several directions.

Their fight allowed Dijiang to regain the upper hand.

Without leaving any trace, Di Jiang silently used a small space storm to force Zhen Yuanzi back. When he was one step away from the portal of the trial field, Deng Chanyu stretched out her hand and cleverly moved the spatial position of the portal to the other side. At this time, she became the person closest to the portal.

Everyone fights for it, but in the end no one can get in.

They didn't use large-scale spells or magic weapons for fear of accidentally injuring passers-by. If they killed a dozen or hundreds of immortals on the spot, the consequences would be too serious.

In general, Di Jiang has the greatest advantage. His body is strong enough to withstand many spells. If nothing unexpected happens, this great ancestor witch will be the first to enter the trial field.

What Huang Long? Who is that?
"Haha..." Empress Pingxin chuckled a few times: "Why are you all so reckless? When did I say there is only one door?" She waved her hand, and twelve iron doors appeared in the Hall of Yama. There was a symbol on each door that looked extremely ancient.

Di Jiang remained silent, and Xuan Ming was also somewhat touched. These twelve doors had the tribal totems of their twelve ancestor witches on them, which was a symbol of the close connection between them as brothers and sisters.

Empress Pingxin is not Houtu, but the friendship that belongs to Houtu is still there.

There are twelve gates, so there is no need to compete for the first or the last.

As Dijiang reminisced about their former brotherhood and the distant past, the shameless Deng Chanyu took the lead and chose a door: "Is this the symbol of Zhurong, the God of Fire? I'll go through this door. Fellow Daoists, work hard."

There is only one merit for creating the world, and she will never give it up. She doesn't care what others look down upon or despise.

Taoist Duobao, who was also going further and further down the shameless path, followed closely behind. Without saying a word, he walked into the portal of Rushou, the ancestor of the golden witch.

Zhen Yuanzi was an old senior after all, and he couldn't be as reckless as them. He stood there and pondered for a while, but was overtaken by Daji behind him.

Daji had to go in no matter what, so she went straight into the door representing Hou Tu.

"Ouch!" Zhen Yuanzi's old habit of easily regretting things struck again. He had previously set his sights on the trial gate representing Hou Tu, the Ancestral Earth Witch. He thought it was the safest and most peaceful of the twelve gates. What should he do now? The gates didn't restrict the number of participants; as many as he wanted could enter. But if he entered the gate of the Ancestral Earth Witch after Daji, it would seem like he had received a hint and made his choice, which was a bit embarrassing.
Di Jiang sneered and entered the gate representing the ancestor witch of his own space. Here he had infinite advantages, at least that's what he thought.

Zhen Yuanzi had no choice but to enter the gate of the Wood Ancestor Wu Gu (gou) Mang.

The remaining Grand Master Xuandu, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, Chi Jingzi, Taiyi Zhenren and others also chose the trial portal that suited them to break through.

Haotian did not show up in person, but a corpse-chopping incarnation wearing a Taoist robe came, and at this time the corpse-chopping incarnation also stepped in.

"Shouldn't this be a ring match? What's going on?" Deng Chanyu looked at the huge coalition of the Witch Clan and the Qilin Clan in front of her, scratching her head for a moment.

These two tribes have never fought together in reality. What is the situation now?
The Wu clan warriors ride on Qilin. You can refer to the scene of Lu Bu riding Dian Wei. One is invincible in horse battles, and the other is invincible in foot battles. When combined, they are doubly invincible!

This is a trial scene arranged by the saints, and it can no longer be judged simply by reality and illusion. Deng Chanyu can see clearly that the warriors opposite are from the Zhurong tribe, and they are also riding fire unicorns.

There were thousands of enemies on the opposite side, and she was alone. It was a typical situation where a group of people were fighting against her alone.

The Fire Kirin led the charge, and the sound of its hooves hitting the ground became one and the same. The warriors of the Zhurong tribe waved all kinds of fire knives and fire spears, and from a distance, it looked like they were rushing towards them like a sea of ​​fire.

They seemed to possess some kind of secret technique, their blood and energy were connected to each other, and a huge human-shaped shadow roared in the firelight. It looked like the ancestor of fire, Zhurong.

Deng Chanyu watched silently. She was a little puzzled. Zhenren Huanglong broke through three levels in a row. Did he encounter an enemy of this strength in the first level?

　Normally, I should have updated the book once more at the end of the month, but I've been so busy with work adjustments lately that I can barely maintain three updates. I hope my readers will understand.
　　
　
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