Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1201: The Contempt Chain of Craftsmen

Deng Chanyu and Yunxiao began to discuss how to deal with the illusion of Tongtian Sect Master. Yunxiao was a little worried at first, like a thief. He looked around while talking, afraid that people would find out that he was talking about this absolutely outrageous topic.

Bixiao suddenly jumped out from behind: "What little secrets are you two talking about? Let me hear it too!"

This almost frightened Yunxiao to death. She grabbed her sister's face and started scolding her.

After this guy's disruption, many quasi-saints came over to look at him, and they began to whisper that there really was a secret, and their voices gradually became louder.

Bi Xiao felt bored after hearing two sentences: "It's not fun at all. I can't beat the teacher, not even the illusion."

Deng Chanyu's frankness and Bixiao's straightforwardness made Yunxiao put aside his concerns. He was still too cautious. Tongtian Jiaozhu didn't care about such things. He would only feel happy when someone discussed how to defeat him. It was far from the extent of breaking taboos. If it were Yuanshi Tianzun, it would not work.

Yunxiao immediately carefully analyzed the many methods used by the Illusionary Tongtian Sect Master from his own perspective.

To be honest, the battle power of the Patriarch Tongtian was very strong, and he could use many spells at will. The connection between spells and swordsmanship was even more wonderful. However, the way this saint thought about problems was often not meticulous enough, which made it easy for flaws to appear. As the eldest disciple who knew him best, Taoist Duobao listened on the side and thought to himself that if he encountered the illusion of the Patriarch Tongtian, he would have at least ten ways to break through.

Isn't it just exchanging injuries for injuries? I can do it too!
Why should I defeat Taiqing after defeating Yuqing?
It’s a shady deal, it must be a shady deal!

Next to Naihe Bridge.

Haotian's corpse-slaying clone, Taoist Bairen, wearing a plain Taoist robe and cloud shoes, came to the bridge.

The muddy river water beside the bridge made him stop and look around.

"Fellow Daoist, are you looking for the old woman?" Meng Po seemed to be trembling, but in fact she was like a ghost, coming and going without a trace.

"Bai Ren greets fellow Taoist." Taoist Bai Ren greeted him with the Xuanmen etiquette. Meng Po's mouth twitched, and it was obvious that she did not like this kind of red tape, but she still returned the greeting.

Taoist Bairen asked without any context, "I've thought about the question I asked you about last time for a long time. I wonder if it's possible to do it?"

Meng Po really didn't want to take up this topic, but this time Niang Pingxin was injured and she needed to come back to make medicine, so she really couldn't avoid it.

"If you want the Fallen Saint Pill, wouldn't it be more convenient to go directly to the Dao Ancestor? Why waste your time here with this old woman?"

She kicked the ball away: "The old woman can only make soup. Even if it is a soup, it is far less powerful than the effect of the elixir. If you want the elixir, you should go to Taishang Laojun."

If we don’t count saints, the art of alchemy is definitely unique to Taishang Laojun, and when it comes to the art of making decoctions, Meng Po thinks she has some skills.

Now Meng Po is also pushing things away.

Taoist Bairen is not as majestic as Haotian, and looks more humane. He laughed dryly twice. This matter was originally kicked out by Taishang Laojun, and now you are kicking it back?

Haotian didn't want to waste Hongjun's favor to ask for the Meteorite Pill. The Meteorite Pill that only works after being eaten by the Chaos Demon God was also ridiculous. Who is so stupid that they would pick up a suspicious-looking pill on the roadside and eat it without knowing its use?

But he had no confidence in dealing with the Chaos Demon God on his own. After thinking about it, he remembered Meng Po's medicine soup technique. He couldn't eat the cold pill, so I prepared a bowl of hot pill for him. Wouldn't that make him eat it?

This can only be said to be a slight possibility.

To increase his confidence, Haotian went to see Taishang Laojun again. Laojun suggested a solution. He definitely couldn't refine the Meteorite Pill, lacking many key spiritual materials and the necessary means. However, he could find the corpse of a demon god and brew a bowl of medicinal soup according to Haotian's instructions to test the effect.

The reason why Haotian was asked to pass messages between the two sides instead of him going to find Mengpo in person had nothing to do with the relationship between Taiqing and Pingxin Niangniang. It was entirely due to the contempt chain of craftsmen.

Alchemists generally look down on those who make soup, thinking that this behavior is very vulgar. The elixir is the essence, which is to condense all the spiritual materials into one point according to the principle of mutual generation and mutual restraint. This is a skill. If you make a big pot of soup, the more you boil, the more it becomes. What kind of skill is this?

Laojun didn't want to talk to Mengpo, not even a word.

If the scaled-down version of the Meteorite Soup is effective, then use up your favor and ask Hongjun for the Meteorite Pill. If it doesn't work, then forget about it and think of other ways.

Haotian is very concerned about this matter. He not only wants to deal with the Chaos Demon, but also wants some means to restrain the Saint.

The conditions for using the Meteorite Pill are very harsh, but if successful, the effect is also astonishing enough. In the original time and space, when Hongjun asked the Three Pure Ones to eat the Meteorite Pill, he said, "This pill will have profound power when refined. Since you three will attack separately, if you change your mind first, the pill in your stomach will explode and you will die immediately."

This thing won't kill you if you eat it. It's fine at ordinary times, but once you have evil thoughts, it will immediately take effect.

It has a bit of the Honghuang Sanshi Brain Pill's characteristics, but its main effect is still control.

Haotian felt that if he could control a Chaos Demon God with the help of the Meteorite Pill, he would not be afraid of the Saint.

Over the past few years, he has approached Meng Po several times, but was rejected every time.

Meng Po shook her head repeatedly, still choosing to refuse: "I am an old woman all alone, where can I find the corpse of a demon god? Wait a minute."

Before she could finish her words, she was stunned for a moment, as if the demon's corpse really existed.

The progress of the prehistoric world was slightly deviated due to the intrusion of Empress Pingxin and others.

There were some minor deviations in her memory, but now everything has been adjusted back to normal.

Originally, Pangu was supposed to integrate the corpses of the three thousand demon gods into the prehistoric world and transform them into the foundation of the new world. Now the general direction has not changed, but there is a deviation in the specific number.

The Flame Demon God was killed by Deng Chanyu. With Pangu's proud character, he would not covet other people's spoils. He had the right to deal with the demon gods he killed, whether to chop their meat or make soup. He did not touch the body of the Flame Demon God, and now it is sealed together with the merits of the creation of the world.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment. I cannot make the decision regarding the demon god's corpse. I need to ask someone else."

Deng Chanyu, who was originally planning to go to Kunlun Mountain to return the Pangu Banner, was called back by Mengpo. She thought something had happened to Niangniang Pingxin, but after asking, she found out that it was not the case.

After hearing Meng Po's request, she was also a little surprised.

"The body of the Fire Demon has always been in the prehistoric world?" The body of the Fire Demon is billions of miles long, and the prehistoric continent cannot accommodate it. It is most likely hidden in some mezzanine space.

She felt that Pangu Tie was really open and honest in his work, much better than the stingy people in the Xuanmen.

Feeling her kindness, Meng Po gave a kind smile.

If you can praise, praise more!
(End of this chapter)