Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1317: Tongtian Sect Master's Corpse-Chopping Clone

Mount Emei, Taiyuan Cave.

When Xiaowu woke up, he found that his little friend, the dream tapir, was missing.

She looked around, looked everywhere, but still couldn't find the night tapir. She could only ask her father who was sitting on the top of the mountain and watching the wind blow.

"Daddy, where is my Mengmeng?"

Deng Chanyu took a glance and said, "You are no longer a three or four-year-old baby. Acting cute is useless." She looked relaxed and said nothing.

Xiao Wu frowned, as if she had guessed the truth. She grabbed Deng Chanyu's sleeve and said, "Did you chase Meng Meng away? Meng Meng is so pitiful and eats so much. She will starve to death on the road. Did you sell her? You are such a bad person!"

Deng Chanyu closed her eyes and said nothing. That dream tapir was not good at anything except eating. Ever since it came to Mount Emei, it had been living a life of idleness and waiting to die. Whenever it was asked to do some work, it said it had done it in a dream. Isn't this nonsense?
Deng Chanyu was so busy herself that she couldn't stand this kind of freeloader. Mount Emei didn't support idle people or idle animals either. This time, she could rent it to Jiejiao and make a small profit.
She was happily calculating the rent when Xiao Wu shook her arm violently: "Bad guy, bad guy, look, it's getting dark!"

Deng Chanyu was unmoved. Don’t try to trick me into opening my eyes.

Suddenly, Xiao Qingluan exclaimed in the distance, and the sound of Nezha's footsteps came from far away.

Some kind of warning in her heart made Deng Chanyu open her eyes.

It's really dark.

It was clearly three quarters past the hour of Mao, but the sky was pitch black. This darkness was different from the darkness of the night when there was no light. It was more like something blocking the sun's rays, completely enveloping the vast land.

Without waiting for Nezha, Xiao Qingluan and others to ask, Deng Chanyu instantly identified the source of the problem.

"Dream? Is this a saint's dream?"

There is no doubt that Jiejiao wanted to rely on the ability of the nightmare tapir to bypass internal and external obstacles, trying to draw out the consciousness of Tongtian Patriarch's corpse-slaying clone from the dream. I don't know what went wrong in the middle link, it seems that the haze in the corpse-slaying clone's mind was drawn out. If I'm not mistaken, this corpse-slaying clone should be Tongtian Patriarch's evil corpse, right?

Being able to see the problem does not mean that she can solve it. After all, she is not a saint and the means she can use are limited.

She quickly used her mind to connect with Yunxiao to ask what had happened.

Deep inside Biyou Palace.

The three direct disciples of Jiejiao, the three outer disciples, and a Turtle Spirit Holy Mother who was not sure whether to be considered a direct disciple or an outer disciple gathered together.

They stood in a row. Taoist Duobao took out his Duobao Pagoda and used dozens of magic weapons to form the Tai Chi Liangyi Bagua Formation to protect his junior sisters. Well, he had no junior brothers here, only junior sisters.

Opposite them stood a young Taoist priest with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and an imposing bearing. He was as sharp as a sword.

The Taoist held a long sword that flashed with green light.

This was the Yuantu Sword that once belonged to the ancestor of the Styx. The young Taoist priest had only used three moves to snatch this killing treasure that was not subject to cause and effect from Yunxiao.

With a sword in hand, the young Taoist's attack power suddenly increased tenfold. Jin Ling, Wudang and others were no match for them at all. Only Duobao could hold on for a while thanks to his numerous magic weapons and sophisticated formations, but this persistence was also limited in time.

"Hold on for a quarter of an hour at most. When the time is up, I will withdraw the formation and let everyone escape!" Duobao's words were still so calm and ruthless.

"All of you leave. I'm the leader of the Jie Sect. I'll cover the rear." The Golden Spirit Mother summoned the Four Symbols Pagoda, ready to rely on her own ability to slash a single corpse to withstand the Saint's corpse-slashing clone. Yun Xiao felt reluctant, but thinking of his two younger sisters, he ultimately didn't say he would cover the rear alone.

Meng Mo's eyes were filled with tears. He wanted to hide his elephant-like body behind Yun Xiao, but this was simply unrealistic.

Yunxiao patted Meng Mo and said, "Don't worry, the responsibility this time is not yours. No one will blame you."

Deng Chanyu's mind connection appeared at the right time, and she quickly sent a trace of her mind over.

Deng Chanyu asked, "What happened there? The entire prehistoric world is shrouded in the dream of the Shangqing Saint. Now, murderous intent is everywhere in the prehistoric world."

Yunxiao glanced at the Golden Spirit Mother and sighed softly, "We were a little too hasty and pushed too hard. The Dream Tapir delved too deeply into Teacher's dreams and brought back some... well, some memories from the past."

It makes no sense to say who is responsible at this time. It is the fault of Jiejiao anyway. I am also a member of Jiejiao and I can't run away.

Deng Chanyu, who was in Mount Emei, roughly understood what Yunxiao meant, and she was also thinking about countermeasures.

Now the corpse-slaying incarnation of Tongtian Patriarch is in a state of neither sleeping nor awake. It is like many people having nightmares. The brain knows that they are dreaming, but they just can't wake up.

Deng Chanyu pondered over it and asked, "How strong is your leader's corpse-slaying clone?"

Yun Xiao said with lingering fear, "Very strong! He took away the Yuan Tu Sword in just three moves."

"Oh?" Deng Chanyu was a little surprised: "You can even last three moves? It seems that this saint's corpse-slaying clone is not in good condition."

Yunxiao: “.”

Angry and want to hit someone!

Am I that weak?!
Hearing that Tongtian Sect Master's corpse-slaying clone was not very powerful, Deng Chanyu had a solution.

No matter how many calculations and tricks you have, in fact, they are not as effective as fists. This is Pangu Tieji's experience, and she agrees with it deeply.

She pulled Qiongqi out from the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains painting and said, "Change into his appearance and repeat what Master Huanglong shouted at Jingyang Ridge last time."

Qiongqi: “???”

Deng Chanyu pinched the back of Qiongqi's neck, and her fingers continued to increase the force, making a crisp "cracking" sound from the cervical vertebrae.

Qiongqi burst into tears and quickly changed into a face that was 1018% similar to Huanglong Zhenren. Then he cursed to the sky: "Tian Wenjing, fuck you!" (Chapter )
Deng Chanyu waited silently. After about a cup of tea, Yunxiao said in the mind connection that the saint's corpse-slaying clone on their side had disappeared, and a huge vortex appeared in the sky of Mount Emei.

A young Taoist priest with black hair and black robe, holding the Yuantu sword, walked out.

His eyes were open, but they were dull and he seemed a little dazed. He looked around and was a little confused, not knowing what he was doing here.

Deng Chanyu stuffed Qiongqi back into the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains and said loudly, "It's just a trick of entanglement of cause and effect, not worth mentioning."

The young Taoist looked over and seemed to feel that she was familiar, but he couldn't remember her name.

Deng Chanyu took out the Chaos Bell and said, "Brother Dao, we agreed last time that we would decide the winner the next time we meet. How about today?" (Chapter 1023)
(End of this chapter)