Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1289 Deng Chanyu vs. Hun Dun
Qiongqi, Taotie and Taowu all have a lot of experience in doing evil. Even if they are suppressed by the immortals of Xuanmen and Taoism, they will come out to do evil again after a period of time. Unless they are sealed in a special space and then dragged out and beaten up every now and then to dispel and disperse the gathered vicious energy, they will really be obedient.

This method is not suitable for ordinary immortals.

There are very few rumors about Hun Dun doing evil, but he is the leader of the four evils. Even if the three of Qiongqi and others were tied together, they would not be able to touch the status of this boss in terms of evil.

There are few rumors because of the existence of the Four Spirits of Heaven. After this part of Pangu's essence mixed with the murderous energy to give birth to chaos, it was driven to the edge of the prehistoric world. The Four Spirits of Heaven blocked its way and prevented it from returning to the prehistoric world to do evil.

When Lord Meng Zhang fled from the prehistoric world, Hun Dun found an opportunity and quietly slipped back to the prehistoric world. He has been hiding in the ruins of Mount Buzhou for many years. Even though he had no intelligence and only some instincts left, he was naturally close to this giant mountain and has been hiding there for decades.

When Deng Chanyu looked over, Nezha raised his head and said proudly, "I fought it, but I couldn't beat it."

What's the point of being unable to defeat pride?
At this time, Hun Dun did not notice them, his master and disciple. His huge body was lying in a pile of rubble, his wings spread out, basking in the sun.

Nezha asked the question in his heart: "Teacher, can this guy and Brother Dijiang be reunited again?"

He had heard Huang Long talk about his experience of separating his evil thoughts and then taking them back, and he thought that if he did this, maybe Brother Dijiang would be able to make great progress in his cultivation.

Deng Chanyu immediately cut off his thoughts: "Impossible. Dijiang has merged with the essences of the other witch ancestors and is no longer the Dijiang of the past. This Hun Dun is not the original Pangu essence that was released. Over billions of years, it has been contaminated with too much vicious energy. Just like Qiongqi can no longer transform back into a human, they can't go back."

She felt that Hongjun and the Six Saints would not want to see Dijiang integrating this part of Pangu's essence. Even if she were to attain the Dao of Hunyuan and become a saint, she would not want an extremely powerful Dijiang to appear in the prehistoric world. Now Dijiang's realm is just right, not too strong or too weak. If he becomes any stronger, he will touch the bottom line of a saint.

Not to mention that it is impossible to merge, even if it is possible, we must find ways to stop him.

Deng Chanyu had no interest in a one-on-one fight with a brainless beast. When she was a Golden Immortal, she could vaguely suppress Dijiang. Now that she was a quasi-saint, Dijiang was no match for her. There was nothing to brag about if she won against a beast that only knew how to follow its instincts.

She was too lazy to do it, so Nezha pulled her over from afar just to see how big the gap was between herself and her teacher.

"I told it before that you need it to vacate the mountain within a certain period of time. This guy not only refused to cooperate, but also insulted me as uneducated!" In order to get Deng Chanyu to take action, Nezha directly bet his own reputation.

Deng Chanyu was speechless. Could this thing talk? It looked like it could, but could it be so polite and say you were uneducated? Instead of telling you to get lost?
She hadn't used her hands for over a thousand years, and after hearing what Nezha said, she felt a little itchy.

"That's really troublesome. I still have a fire in my stove." She pointed at Nezha and said, "I'll be clear in advance. I'm only helping you capture this guy. You can discuss the specific disposal of this guy with Dijiang when the time comes."

"Okay! Okay!" Nezha nodded quickly in agreement.

The next moment, Deng Chanyu disappeared like a breeze. When she reappeared, she was already in front of Hun Dun.

This thing has no head or tail, but you can still tell the front and back by looking at the direction of the toes.

"Hey, can you leave here? I want to rebuild Buzhou Mountain, and you are really in the way here. If you leave on your own, I can pretend that I haven't seen you." She was still making the final persuasion.

Because Hun Dun had no mouth, his voice sounded extremely dull. He asked in return, "Who are you?" Di Jiang was the great ancestor of witches. Ninety-nine percent of the witchcraft in the prehistoric world today were invented by the witch clan at that time. They had no souls, and all their tricks were aimed at the souls of immortals. Most of them had the mentality that if I don't have it, you can't have it either.

Many witchcrafts are quite strange and mysterious, which are very different from the gradual spells of immortals. It is hard to say that Hun Dun has no special skills after being separated from Di Jiang's body.

Deng Chanyu didn't even blink and directly gave her fake name: "I am the ancestor Feng Ling Yueying."

Nezha was bewildered. Who was this? Shouldn't it be Lin Daiyu? The words "wind" and "moon"—this strange name turned over and over again. After some thought, he finally understood the teacher's intention. So that's it. I got it, I got it!

Hun Dun had obviously never heard of the "Feng Ling Yue Ying Patriarch" and thought he was just an unknown person. He roared dully, "Get out!"

"Okay, you forced me to do this!"

Deng Chanyu opened her hand, and all directions such as up, down, left, right, front and back became confused. The sudden change of environment made Hun Dun very uncomfortable. As a former part of Dijiang, this guy also controlled some of the power of space, but he had no brain and his control over the power of space was extremely superficial.

Realizing that Deng Chanyu's power had some similar characteristics to its own, it roared and transformed into thousands of figures. Within a million miles, the area was densely packed with chaotic figures.

These are all projections in space, they are illusory, but they are all real.

Many incarnations of chaos were trying to stabilize the chaotic space. Deng Chanyu didn't want to fight with them one move at a time. Surrounded by countless chaos, her figure seemed so lonely.

"That's not how you use the myriad forms of your body."

She casually pointed her finger, and the true meaning of the Dao obtained from Fangcun Mountain penetrated billions of chaotic bodies.

Something that looked like grease or plasma spurted out from the wound, along with a large amount of murderous aura.

The area within a million miles was drowned by the howling sound like that of an evil spirit. The next moment, the last remaining echo of Mount Buzhou swept over, and all the resentment was wiped out in an instant, completely.

Deng Chanyu waved towards the depths of Buzhou Mountain. "My friend, that's quite bright!" Even after so many years of death, Buzhou Mountain, the peak formed from Pangu's spine, still suppresses all evil.

At this time, Hun Dun finally identified the source of the lingering sound of Mount Buzhou. He was so scared that he quickly put away his thousands of magical powers, flapped his four wings quickly, and was about to escape.

"This is similar to Qiongqi." Deng Chanyu commented. After testing the enemy's strength, she opened her five fingers and took control of the spatial force in Hun Dun's body, which then exploded violently from her body.

Hun Dun's body was roughly yet finely divided into 129,600 pieces.

(End of this chapter)