Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1188 The Great Desolation Needs Bloodshed
Illusion Qin Yuan's expression was a little dazed: "Really? I was given an official title? I became an official?! When did this happen?"

"About three hours ago."

The Qin Yuan transformed by Empress Pingxin was not the real person, but because he copied many of his own characteristics, Qin Yuan's official-obsessed attributes were still there. After saying a few words, he happily retreated.

The second level was successfully broken through.

In the third level, Deng Chanyu met an old rival of hers, Dijiang, who had often blocked the door of Mount Emei in recent years.

She is not even afraid of the real Dijiang outside, let alone this guy who is all show and no substance. Just like dealing with the Zhurong phantom before, without the essence and blood of the ancestor witches, these ancestor witches are all paper tigers.

Dijiang was no match for her at all. He was slow to react and showed obvious signs of spatial displacement. In less than ten moves, she had used three consecutive spatial storms to crush the phantom Dijiang.

Just like what Huanglong Zhenren said outside, if you are careful and alert in the first three levels, they are actually quite easy.

The difficulty of the fourth level increases sharply, and the enemy Deng Chanyu encounters is Kunpeng.

It was not Kunpeng, who was left with only half of his strength after the separation from Taoist Kun, but the demon master who could call the wind and rain in the Heavenly Palace in the memory of Empress Pingxin.

Kunpeng's bloodline power is strong enough, no worse than that of the ancestor witch. Moreover, he not only relies on his bloodline, but also on spells, secret techniques, demon clan magical powers, Xuanmen magic formulas, and witch clan incantations. He has no shortage of various means. This guy has no shortcomings at all.

The use of innate treasures is prohibited in this trial space. Deng Chanyu's most powerful trump cards, the Chaos Bell and the Measuring Ruler, cannot be used. Lacking the ability to kill with one blow, she can only fight against this phantom Kunpeng.

I don’t know the time in the outside world, but she fought in the trial field for nine hours, repeatedly testing each other. After both sides were a little tired, she finally found a flaw and used eighty-one space slashes to break Kunpeng’s body protection magic weapon. After that, she used a jade ruyi that she had just refined to hit Kunpeng’s head in the air.

The person you meet in the fifth level is Zhen Yuanzi.

As the first turtle shell in the prehistoric world, Zhen Yuanzi's defense is extremely powerful, to the point of being against the will of heaven. This Zhen Yuanzi is also a past image in the memory of Empress Pingxin, probably from the time when Di Jun and Tai Yi led many monsters to besiege Wanshou Mountain.

This illusion is not much different from the real Zhen Yuanzi outside.

Deng Chanyu continued to attack, while Zhen Yuanzi defended the place tenaciously, leaving no room for leaks. The trial field even simulated the flow of the prehistoric earth veins. The battle lasted for a full seven days.

Deng Chanyu worked hard bit by bit, and finally broke through the opponent's turtle shell with great difficulty, and conquered the fifth level.

She rested for three days before moving on to the next level.

"No way? This is a bit exaggerated. You are kidding me, right?"

The boss guarding the sixth level should not be the memory of Empress Pingxin. This memory seems to come from the first Qilin.

Deng Chanyu looked at Yuan Feng, who was lying on the paulownia tree with an arrogant look and cold eyes, and felt a headache for a moment.

The seriously injured and dying Yuan Feng looked like an old hen lying on the roost, but the full-bodied Yuan Feng was completely different. Only then did she deserve the title, the King of Birds, the Overlord of the Sky.

This isn't the Ten Thousand Buddhas Formation. Nine levels is pretty much the limit, but we've only just reached the sixth level. If you sent Yuan Feng out at the sixth level, who will guard the next levels? It can't be Jiang Ziya, right?

"Hey, we know each other, remember? I treated you to dinner." Deng Chanyu was greeted by a blast of Nanming Lihuo, a fire so powerful it could burn through space. Empress Pingxin had fixed the bug; she didn't want to rely solely on talking to get by like she had with Qin Yuan.

Deng Chanyu curled her lips and said, "You are restricting my innate treasure and at the same time fixing bugs at a very fast speed. Are you making things difficult for me?"
She secretly opened the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Map and took out the Cuiguang Liangyi Lamp and Xuanyuan Water Control Flag that had not been used for a long time. This battle would surely not be so easy.

She had never used magic weapons when she passed the levels before, but she had to use them this time.

She could only hope that the boss of the seventh level wouldn't be too strong.

Empress Pingxin adjusted the flow of time inside and outside. Deng Chanyu and the others had already spent more than ten days in the trial field, while the time in Yama's Palace had just passed from the hour of Xu to the hour of Hai.

From time to time, immortals would stumble and fall backwards from the trial field, each one in a more awkward position than the last. The witch clan wouldn't offer any words of comfort, but money can make the world go round. I'm not good at talking, but I'm offering you something, so just ask if you want it, right? The underworld paid out the rewards for completing the level in full. Seeing the spiritual materials and elixirs in their hands, the immortals were delighted. The witch clan's slight sarcasm was nothing compared to the material rewards.

They are not fools. It is not difficult to guess the original intention of Lady Pingxin in setting up this trial. Now the underworld has no income, so it is like paying out of pocket to allow the immortals of Honghuang to increase their foundation and improve their chances of survival in the future. No matter who looks at it, this is a first-class good thing.

Most of the immortals expressed their gratitude for this, and a few greedy immortals were driven out by the underworld and the immortals.

As long as the performance in the trial is acceptable, Empress Pingxin will usually make a few comments.

A saint looks at problems from a high vantage point. Even an immortal like Yang Jian, who looks humble but is actually proud, feels that he has gained a lot. Although he is a disciple of the Chan Sect, he has no contact with Yuanshi Tianzun in normal times. Even if he died on the roadside, Yuanshi Tianzun would not even look at him.

His master, Jade Ding Zhenren, was only at the same level as him, so what could he possibly teach him? With just two simple words from Lady Pingxin, she helped him understand several of the difficulties he encountered in his cultivation.

"Thank you, my lady. Yang Jian will take his leave."

"Practice with peace of mind. Supernatural powers are certainly important, but you must know that in the Xuanmen realm, the most fundamental thing is the state of mind."

Empress Pingxin believed Yang Jian was too obsessed with the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art. This technique was derived from the Wu Clan's Nine-Transformation Mysterious Art and was transferred to the Xuanmen sect. Empress Pingxin wouldn't say the Wu Clan's techniques were bad, but in her opinion, the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art was just so-so. There was no need to expend so much energy on it. What good would it do to achieve perfection or great perfection? Could you elevate your own bloodline to the level of an Ancestral Witch with just one technique? Impossible.

Yang Jian did not comment and bowed before leaving.

Not long after, the Xuanming Ancestral Witch quietly came to the side of Empress Pingxin: "Empress, everything is ready over there. Do we need to start now?"

Looking at the immortals toasting each other in the Yama Palace, especially the few who were overjoyed after receiving his guidance, their joy surged from the bottom of their hearts, and their expressions were filled with satisfaction.

Such a beautiful picture is about to be torn apart by her own hands. A trace of pity flashed through the heart of Empress Pingxin. Houtu was the kindest ancestor witch before, and now she is the kindest saint. Houtu once chose to bear everything with herself and sacrificed her life for all living beings in the prehistoric world. This time, Empress Pingxin is not going to follow the old path, but to make another choice.

She said, "Launch it! Rewards alone are not enough. Enough blood must be shed so that the prehistoric world will remember this lesson."

Xuanming quickly agreed, and when he looked up again, Niangniang Pingxin had disappeared. A wandering immortal who came to ask for advice on the difficulties of cultivation was confused for a moment, as if he had forgotten his purpose. He smiled awkwardly at Xuanming and hurried back to his seat.

The disappearance of Empress Pingxin did not attract anyone's attention. She was a saint and was in the underworld. As long as she didn't want to be discovered, no immortal could see her whereabouts.

(End of this chapter)