Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1362 Rebellion against Tiangang
This sword contains endless fire poison and was named the Poison Immortal Sword by Deng Chanyu. She herself did not really need this weapon. Nezha's taunting skills were somewhat similar to Yuan Feng's. In order to prevent him from being beaten to death outside, the Poison Immortal Sword was given to Nezha for self-defense.

This sword does not require the test of inner demons, but every time it is used, it will burn the body in flames, hurting both oneself and others. This is because Nezha was born with the power of fire, so it would be difficult for anyone else to use this sword.

The Poison Immortal Sword is not as powerful as the Four Zhuxian Swords. Those four swords were modified and refined by Master Tongtian, and their power has surpassed that when they were in Luohou's hands.

The current Poison Immortal Sword should be similar to the Broken Immortal Sword given to the Jiejiao.

Nezha can use various weapons. At this time, he holds a gun in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. A fire lotus image appears behind him. After three moves, he cuts off a piece of Luohu's sleeve and, at the same time, drives away all the black fog that has seeped from the seal of the world-destroying black lotus.

"Lao Luo, you are really old. You are not even as good as my apprentice."

Deng Chanyu's words made Luohou very angry, and nine out of ten moves were aimed at Nezha.

Huang Long Zhenren was burned by the fire poison and his face was swollen and blue, and his Taoist robe was full of charred holes. Seeing that Nezha was in danger, he immediately drew his sword to help.

Yuan Hong also had most of his hair burned off, leaving him bald and looking like he had aged thirty years. He also did not stand idly by, and swung his long stick, aiming at Luohou's vital points with every move.

The shouting and screaming within the Heavenly Palace became quieter and quieter, which meant that the battle outside was about to end.

Luohou was not afraid of the heavenly soldiers and generals, even if there were 100,000 or 1 million of them, he would not be afraid. He was afraid that his defeat would be seen by the immortals, so he made a feint and tried to escape.

"Where are you running to, thief Sun? Stop right there!"

Nezha and his two companions attacked fiercely, giving the Demon Ancestor no chance to escape.

Deng Chanyu's laughter appeared in Luohou's ears at the right time.

She brought up the whole issue: "Being surrounded by others, did it remind you of some past events? It was similar to when the Yin-Yang Patriarch, the Qiankun Patriarch, and Yang Mei besieged you, right? In fact, this memory itself is a treasure. It can help us recognize our own limits and know what we should and shouldn't do, right? This is your wealth."

You are a ghost!

Luohu felt that this was simply retribution. He had always been the one nagging in other people's ears, but today it was Tiangang who was being nagged. The word "annoying" could not describe how annoying it was.

"Shut up! The ancestor will kill your entire family sooner or later. I will make you kill your lover, daughter, and disciple with your own hands!"

He had said these harsh words tens of thousands of times, but Deng Chanyu was completely immune to them. She just thought he was talking nonsense and said to herself, "It seems like you just used the power of the World-Destroying Black Lotus?"

Hearing her mention the World-Destroying Black Lotus, no matter how much he looked down on her, Luohou still respected Deng Chanyu in his heart. She was undoubtedly a powerful enemy and the obstacle that prevented him from letting the devil cover the prehistoric world.

He pricked up his ears, wanting to hear what his enemy had to say.

Luohou thought that Deng Chanyu wanted to discuss the issue of the world-destroying black lotus with him, but he didn't know that the topic had gone off track from the beginning.

Deng Chanyu said earnestly, "Lao Luo, I'm not saying anything, but your professional skills need a lot of improvement. You didn't even say anything and just released the power of the Black Lotus. What's the point? I can tell that this is a trace of power projected from the seal of the World-Destroying Black Lotus, but can an ordinary immortal see that? You need to learn how to advertise yourself. Even good wine needs a bush!"

Luohou: “???” Deng Chanyu spoke eloquently, “You understand your old friend, right? When you first appeared, you said ‘Lying high on the nine-layered clouds, I have attained the true Dao on my cushion’, isn’t that impressive? I can’t compare to the old man. Mine is ‘Floating clouds can now be driven, the vast ocean has become dust’, while the Buddhist Moonlight Tathagata’s is ‘The clouds disperse, the sky is clear, only the moon is revealed, its bright and flawless body is round’. Look at you now, you have nothing! When you raise your hand, you have the world-destroying black lotus, and when you raise your sleeve, you have the god-killing spear. Style?! Do you understand what the word ‘style’ means? Pitiful! You just suffered from your lack of culture!”

Luo Hou: “.”

I shouldn't have listened to your nonsense! Just a moment later, he was stabbed by Nezha again.

He knew that his obsession clone was about to reach its limit. Being able to imprison Haotian and cause chaos in the prehistoric world was already worth the magic power he projected.

The immortals of the ancient times can win countless times, but as long as they lose once, the demons will rise.

Rahu has plenty of time and opportunities.

Ignoring the magical weapons attacking him, he poured all his magic power into the Haotian Mirror.

The Haotian Mirror is his final trump card. He wants to detonate this magic weapon and drag the entire heaven to be buried with his clone.

Deng Chanyu's expression changed slightly. If the Haotian Mirror self-destructed, the power of this attack would definitely not be small. The only ten remaining layers of heaven and the layers that had been repaired intermittently before would all collapse, and the spatial structure of the thirty-three layers of heaven would not be able to be preserved.

If Luo Hou succeeds, it will not be a matter of repair, but a reconstruction.

If Haotian still made the decision, Deng Chanyu would just let it go. There would be no killing without buying and selling. If the Heavenly Court was as strong as a rock, how could she demonstrate her importance?

Now that Haotian is dead, it is only natural for the Phoenix to take over the Lingxiao Palace. We can't let Luohou ruin it again!

Deng Chanyu demanded sharply, "I'll ask you one last time. Where did you imprison the Great Celestial Venerable? Tell me now!"

The last time? Luo Hou's mind raced with thoughts. Did he miss something earlier? What were we talking about? Weren't we reciting poetry? Why was it the last time? Did you ask me before?

At this point, he couldn't possibly say, "I'll kneel down and surrender now, release Haotian, and you'll spare my life." That was impossible.

His attitude also became tough: "Want to find Haotian? The ancestor will show you a clear way. Go to the underworld to find him!"

He was waiting for Deng Chanyu's rebuttal, and in an instant he thought of seven or eight sets of remarks, all of which were the kind that could leave Deng Chanyu speechless and reveal her true colors in front of everyone.

But he was waiting in the Lingxiao Palace, one breath, two breaths, three breaths. Huang Long saw him holding the Haotian Mirror and thought it was some kind of big move, so he gave up all defense and turned to attack. Nezha and Yuan Hong attacked even more fiercely.

Luo Hou dealt with their killer moves with ease, his mind full of questions: Where are you? I'm still waiting for you here? What have you been doing?
Deng Chanyu is discussing the final matters with Fenghuang.

She and Haotian had no friendship at all. She had asked about Haotian's whereabouts out of impartiality and had asked "several times", but Luohou would never tell her even if he was beaten to death. She had no choice but to do her best. She had done her best and fulfilled the obligations of a passerby. After that, she could only let the Great Heavenly Venerable fend for himself!

(End of this chapter)