Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1348 Haotian has a way to die
After transferring half of the magic power and cutting off the connection at the soul level, Haotian's obsession clone immediately had some thoughts that did not exist originally.

Why was he a clone? Could he become the master? Could he break away from Haotian and become an independent being?
The look he gave his original body seemed the same as before, still so submissive, but a hint of resistance had appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Haotian observed calmly from the side. He had sufficient understanding of his obsession, or rather, of himself.

He would never admit that he was "mean and ungrateful", and he would not agree with Fenghuang's private evaluation of him as "having more than the wisdom of a general, but not enough talent to lead a chariot."

Are you, a junior, qualified to judge me?
However, he also knew that he was not a sage in terms of moral character. If he was like this, how could a clone who completely copied his obsession be any better?
Whether it is a good corpse, an evil corpse, or a self-corpse, what is being killed is oneself. If one's own moral character is not very good, it is certainly impossible to kill off a morally perfect clone out of thin air.

He was well prepared for this and had enough backup plans to counter it.

As soon as Haotian had an idea, the good corpse and the evil corpse clone dressed as Taoist priests attacked at the same time. The obsession clone seemed to have the same magic power as Haotian's original body, but with the assistance of the good corpse and the evil corpse, the original body easily suppressed the obsession clone.

At this time, it doesn’t matter whether it is the kingly way or the hegemonic way. The way that can be achieved is the good way.

The Queen Mother of the West on the side was also casting a spell, with thousands of golden lights rising from her body, and the crown embroidered with twelve chapters of the sun, moon, stars and so on moved without wind. The Queen Mother's appearance was solemn, and she had reached the extreme level of beheading two corpses, and in an instant she cast thousands of spells.

The magic spells in her hands did not stop for a moment. Half an hour later, a purple light slowly emerged behind and above Haotian's head. This was the Hongyun Purple Qi condensed by Haotian and the Queen Mother using their own destiny. They could not find the Hongmeng Purple Qi, so they could only create a substitute.

As Hongjun's Taoist disciples, they had seen the Hongmeng Purple Qi long before the Six Saints.

Hongjun collected a total of seven Hongmeng purple qi, one for himself, six for the six saints, and he did not use his own. In the end, all seven Hongmeng purple qi were distributed.

Unfortunately, Haotian and Queen Mother’s realms were too low at the time, and they had no idea what this thing was for, let alone how to use it.

I still don't know how to use Hongmeng Purple Qi, so I can only rely on my memory to create a temporary substitute. How effective is it? It's hard to say.

"Brother, the purple energy is 75%, and it will last for half a quarter of an hour." The Queen Mother was extremely tired. Condensing the purple energy of great fortune was a huge burden for her, a quasi-saint who had killed two corpses. She could not recover without practicing for hundreds of years.

"Thank you for your hard work, Junior Sister." Haotian nodded gratefully, then glanced towards the Tenth Heaven.

In order to make the Hongyun Purple Qi replace the Hongmeng Purple Qi, they also drew away most of the luck of the Heavenly Court. Luck is composed of heaven, earth and man. This person not only refers to the human race, but all living things, immortals, gods, humans, and ghosts are all within this range.

Luck fluctuates, with highs and lows, and has the ability to self-recover. However, such crazy extraction still caused the luck of Heaven to plummet. At this time, Heaven was shrouded in rolling dark clouds. The clouds were so thick that the prehistoric world was pitch black and not a single starlight could be seen.

Haotian also wanted to keep a low profile, but he really couldn't. He only had half a quarter of an hour and couldn't delay. He retracted his gaze, focused on what was in front of him, and bit by bit disassembled the cause and effect between his original body and his obsession clone. He felt that he was very close to the Three Corpses, very close.

"Yuanxiao, why did the sky suddenly turn dark?" Xiaowu stood on the treetop and looked up at the sky.

Yuanxiao was sleeping in a tree. She was studying very hard. She had stayed up all night reading Taoist scriptures, and she was extremely sleepy today. Yunxiao had something urgent to do, so he let them rest for half an hour. She came to sleep in the tree, and Xiaowu followed. The sun was originally bright and a little dazzling, but when the dark clouds appeared, the sleepiness was almost irresistible.

Yuan Xiao forced one eye open and found it was already dark. He murmured drowsily, "Is it time for evening prayers? Today has flown by so quickly."

At this time, the Golden Spirit Holy Mother was discussing religious affairs with Yunxiao, the outer sect disciple. After the fortune of the Jiejiao sect hit rock bottom and rebounded, the Golden Spirit had many new ideas, such as accepting disciples and making some adjustments to the current structure of the Jiejiao sect.

The previous classification of the four major direct descendants and the rest being outer sects was too rough, and the Jiejiao’s standards for accepting disciples were too loose, and all kinds of people were accepted, including those who committed murder, arson, rape and looting.

The Golden Spirit Mother cannot be said to be a great good person, but she is morally sound, and even Yuanshi Tianzun recognizes her character. Those guys who did all kinds of bad things almost destroyed the Jie Religion. Now there are only less than a thousand disciples left in the Jie Religion, which is a good opportunity for adjustment.

She planned to carry out a drastic reform within the Jiejiao Sect by referring to the Buddhist hierarchy model of Buddha, Bodhisattva, Arhat, and Vajra Protector.

The first thing to be affected is the harm to Yunxiao’s interests.

Yunxiao supported this. Although her current senior sister from the outer sect seemed to be in a glorious position, she was actually very tired. She had clearly figured out the path to slaying the second corpse, but she just lacked some skills. However, the great master Xuandu still slew the second corpse first. It was because she was distracted too much and did not have enough time to practice. She was completely dragged down by the tedious teaching affairs.

She agreed to hand over the jurisdiction of most of the outer disciples.

The two had just agreed on a general direction when it got dark.

They sensed something and all looked towards the heaven.

He couldn't see clearly inside the hall, so he went outside and saw that Duobao Taoist, who usually looked like a wooden sculpture, had already flown into the air and was looking towards the direction of the thirty-third heaven with a serious expression.

Several quasi-saints who were at the level of beheading two corpses had a premonition that there was only one vacant saint seat in the world. As long as someone occupied this position, no matter how hard the others tried or how much they comprehended the great Dao, it would be useless.

At this time, Taoist Duobao was very nervous, fearing that an extremely grand celestial phenomenon would appear in the next moment, a result he could never accept.

At the same time, Shouyang Mountain, Wanshou Mountain, Netherworld Blood Sea, and Lei Ze all looked towards the Heaven.

Deng Chanyu of Buzhou Mountain also looked up at the sky. Her first thought was that Haotian had gone mad and that she could let Fenghuang inherit Haotian's inheritance. Her second thought was that this person's courage was worthy of praise. Her third thought was, "Haotian, what is your level? Don't you know what you are capable of?"

The appearance of Hongyun Purple Qi made her feel that Haotian was daydreaming. If Hongmeng Purple Qi could be replaced so easily, Kunpeng would not have fought to the death with Hongyun.

Haotian, there is a way to die!
(End of this chapter)