Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1259: The First Sermon at Zixiao Palace

The disguise method of the Yin-Yang Patriarch is very clever. This trick makes use of the omnipresent Yin-Yang power in the ancient times and uses external force.

Deng Chanyu is in the Zixiao Palace, so she uses the power of the Zixiao Palace.

She was sitting on a cushion, and when Kunpeng reached out to grab her, she stretched out her left leg and with a light sweep, tripped the future demon saint.

Kunpeng had never lost so much face before, and he was ready to get up with his fangs and claws bared.

Deng Chanyu's butt was still on the cushion. She stretched out one of her long legs and kicked Kunpeng hard on the head.

It was not easy to exert force while sitting on the cushion, and the force was far less than the flying kick when he jumped up before, but Kunpeng was lying on the ground with an unstable center of gravity.

He rolled all the way like a big bowling ball, knocking down several people who were listening to the sermon, including Deng Chanyu's old friend, Ran Deng!

Deng Chanyu had been observing with her peripheral vision. She didn't know who the Yin-Yang Ancestor had disguised himself as to sneak in. At the moment, it seemed that the people knocked down by Kunpeng were not the Yin-Yang Ancestor.

"Get out! Get out!" Kunpeng stood up and roughly pushed away Randeng and another listener who was supporting him.

Ran Deng was furious. "I saw you fall, so I helped you up. I thought the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and I wanted to unite with you to deal with Zhunti. What do you mean now? You're taking your anger out on me, aren't you?"

He seems to have a similar personality to Kunpeng, but in fact they are completely different.

Randeng is yin and Kunpeng is cruel.

Ran Deng calmly killed a large number of people in the Ten Absolute Formations, including disciples of the Chan Sect, but in normal times, he was quite popular, at least on the surface, there was no problem. When Guangchengzi and others called him "teacher", they did so with some respect, and they didn't call him teacher with their mouths but cursed Lao Deng in their hearts.

Kunpeng is different. From the beginning to the end, Kunpeng has never had a friend. This guy is cruel to his enemies and even crueler to his own people.

Ran Deng retreated quietly, Kunpeng was not a good candidate for an alliance.

The other listener who helped Kunpeng but was bitten back was not happy about it.

"Why did you hit me?"

"Are you blind? Grandpa was kicked here by that guy!"

"Whose grandpa are you?!"

This listener also had friends, and several of them gathered around Kunpeng and started arguing. Deng Chanyu looked at them expressionlessly for a while, then slowly looked away.

Then she met Nuwa's inquiring gaze.

She didn't say anything, but just clasped her hands together in a solemn manner and saluted. Nuwa was confused. Just now when "Zhunti" kicked Kunpeng, she seemed to see a little of her own shadow. But when she thought about it, it seemed impossible. The two sides had no relationship at all.

Deng Chanyu seemed to be trying to protect herself from a sneak attack, so she hid the golden light of her six-foot-tall golden body under her skin. This way, she would not be suppressed by the Zixiao Palace, and at the same time, she would have strong enough defense at the critical moment.

Nuwa shook her head slightly. This pale golden light was definitely not her own skill. She must have seen it wrong just now.

Deng Chanyu wiped the sweat from her forehead. She had the wisdom of the Old Mother of Mount Li and the composure of Nüwa. The current Nüwa was really too shrewd. If Yue Guang had not practiced the Six-foot-tall Golden Body, she would have been caught in the flaw.

Kunpeng freed himself from the clutches of several minor figures and, like a venomous snake, stared at Zhunti, attempting to reclaim his seat. He had barely taken a step when a flying stone, devoid of any magical power, arced and struck his already crooked, hooked nose, adding insult to injury. The stone's strike was incredibly accurate, hitting the wound squarely, shattering the bridge of his nose and bringing tears to his eyes.

Kunpeng covered his nose and wanted to move forward, but he saw "Zunti" sitting steadily on the cushion, flicking his fingers, and flying stones came towards him from several directions with the sound of breaking through the air.

He couldn't dodge at all and could only cover his face with his sleeves, which resulted in him being knocked dizzy. There was clearly no magic power on the flying stones, but they seemed to have eyes. No matter where he dodged, he would be hit by the flying stones emitting dazzling light.

This time, the listeners around were experienced and they all stayed far away, fearing that they would be splashed with blood.

Taiqing frowned slightly. The scene was too chaotic. He didn't like such noisy occasions, but he had never cared about anything since he became the first disciple of Xuanmen, let alone now. He ignored everything.

Yuanshi Tianzun felt that it had nothing to do with him, and instead used the noisy environment to sharpen his heart of Taoism.

Tongtian Jiaozhu watched with great interest and laughed out loud in the end.

The farce lasted for a very short time. After the six cushions had clear owners, the power like a tide directly pressed down on the Zixiao Palace. Including Kunpeng, all the listeners sat down obediently and waited for a stick of incense. As nine melodious bells rang out one after another, the figure of the Taoist Patriarch appeared on the high platform in front.

Deng Chanyu looked at her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose. She was extremely nervous, fearing that Hongjun would see through her disguise.

Fortunately, this did not happen. Hongjun looked around and said, "The seats have been decided. From now on, the seating arrangement will be based on this and cannot be changed."

Kunpeng's eyes were full of resentment, but he also knew that he could not be presumptuous at this time, so he followed the many listeners and agreed.

Hongjun went straight to the point. He said, "I have attained the Hunyuan Dao Fruit, am a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, and also hold the Jade Disc of Creation. Today, I am preaching to all living beings in the prehistoric world in Zixiao Palace."

There is no such thing as starting from the shallow to the deep or proceeding step by step. Once Hongjun starts talking, the content is extremely profound.

The Jade Disc of Creation transformed into a white ball of light, and billions of great Dao essences were revealed one after another.

The origin of the Three Thousand Great Daos slowly unfolded before all the listeners. The Taoist scriptures composed entirely of divine texts automatically evolved as the listeners looked at them. These were the materialized great Daos within the Jade Disc of Creation. If one was strong enough, one could comprehend the essence of them. If one was weak, one would return empty-handed from a mountain of treasures.

The first lecture of Hongjun Zixiao Palace mainly talks about the way of Daluo Jinxian.

Many of the innate gods' skills only cover the Daluo period, and then they go directly to the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, lacking the transitional stage of Quasi-Sage.

Hongjun is now equivalent to adding a buffer between Daluo and Hunyuan Daluo.

If you are unable to reach the Hunyuan Daluo stage in one go during the Daluo Jinxian period, then the Quasi-Sage is just a transit station, and the Three Corpses are the process of accumulating the foundation three times.

Not long after the lecture began, Taiqing, Nuwa and Jieyin, who had been stuck at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm for a long time, completed their respective paths to enlightenment, broke through the bottleneck of Daluo and entered the Quasi-Sage stage.

Deng Chanyu did not need this kind of breakthrough at the last minute. She had already been a quasi-saint. She originally just wanted to report on behalf of Zhunti, but unexpectedly, she was so fascinated by the content of the sermon.

It was clearly the content of the Daluo Jinxian period, and she had clearly heard three lectures with the help of Nuwa's cushion before, but after visiting the scene in person, she found that it was not the case at all.

Different people will hear different contents when they listen to the sermon.

(End of this chapter)