Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1482 Malaria Ghost
Peng Wu is just a pawn. If he is thrown into the prehistoric world, he is a very small character. Nezha is not worried about such a person. He just wants to see who is standing behind Peng Wu.

The waters of the ancient world are very deep. Duobao, Xuandu and others have to be decent after all and will not go into battle bare-chested at this time. Those who can jump out at this time are basically old antiques who are only a few hundred yuan old.

They don't know that times have changed and are still thinking in the same way as before.

In front of these guys, Peng Wu is not even a puppet.

It seemed that Nezha's arrogant attitude irritated many guests. For a moment, everyone was furious, and they were in an attitude of "If I can't kill you by beating you, I will spray you to death."

Nezha clicked his ears. He hated these people talking nonsense the most. If you have the guts, come on up. You are all cowards who only talk and do nothing.

Peng Wu cursed a few times, and seeing that the emotions of many guests were aroused, he knew that he had completed his task, so he immediately stopped and kept silent.

At this time, a thin middle-aged man stood up. He was not wearing a Taoist robe or a monk's robe. He looked like a polite scholar.

Peng Wu's attitude was very respectful, and he treated this middle-aged scholar as if he were his own grandfather.

The middle-aged man looked quite prestigious. As soon as he appeared, the noisy hall immediately quieted down.

He said in a clear voice: "My name is Bai Shi. I'm sure all of you fellow Taoists have heard of my humble name."

The guests were as excited as if they had seen the leader of the martial arts world.

"Immortal Bai Shi is a senior master, and we have admired him for a long time."

"The name of the Supreme Immortal is so powerful that it shakes the whole world. I'm afraid that people who have never heard of the Supreme Immortal's reputation have not even been born yet!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The hall was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

The contempt in Nezha's eyes almost turned into reality. What a bullshit immortal, it looks like he is just at the late Golden Immortal level. However, in today's prehistoric world, it is really not easy to cultivate to the Golden Immortal level without the methods of the saints.

It's hard to say about his actual combat power. Judging from his realm, this Bai Shi Immortal is similar to the Ling Bao Grand Master of the Chan Sect, and slightly higher than Nezha.

Nezha observed Peng Wu's respectful attitude, pondered for a moment, and finally figured out Bai Shi's identity. "I heard that when Peng Zu was still a young man, he met an immortal named Bai Shi. Is that you? I heard you were already two thousand years old at that time?"

Bai Shi stroked his beard and said, "My name is not worth mentioning, I am just a fool for a few years."

Nezha was very disdainful. He was just another old immortal from the Turtle School, a health-conscious sect. When the chaotic creatures invaded, these guys couldn't fight, they didn't know how to fight. But each of them had a thin skin and a big filling, full of nutrients, making them the most favorite targets for the chaotic creatures to devour.

Peng Wu seemed to feel that he had a backer, and his attitude became arrogant again. He pointed his spear at Nezha and said, "Be careful with your words and actions in front of this old immortal. Don't bring shame to your master!"

"Old Immortal?" Nezha sneered. He dared to call someone old at 18,000 years old? He didn't mention that his teacher was a child who was "less than a Yuanhui".

He sarcastically said, "Some old immortals emerge from closed worlds, living for thousands of years in vain, unconcerned with the progress of the wilderness. All they need to do is play their huqin and close their eyes, and the show begins. These old immortals waste spiritual energy in vain, and are a complete burden to the wilderness." Bai Shi stopped Peng Wu from arguing and said calmly, "Your Excellency is a great general of the Heavenly Court, and your Master is a giant in the Three Realms. I, a man from the wilderness, don't understand etiquette, so I didn't want to say much, but Your Excellency has a heavy killing record. All of you here today have friends and relatives who have fallen at His Excellency's hands. I wonder how He intends to resolve this cause and effect."

This time is different from an encounter in the wild, where people could kill at will. Now it is a formal occasion, so some principles need to be explained. In this regard, both Deng Chanyu and Li Jing have given Nezha long lectures.

Nezha is not a reckless man, he can also say a few words when he is serious.

He casually pointed at the guests and said, "Settle karma? These guys' relatives and friends either preyed on the people or robbed people on the road. It's fate that they fell into my hands. Old Bai Shi, do you want to settle karma with the heavens today?"

Bai Shi frowned: "Can the Lord God represent the Heaven?"

Nezha asked back: "Can you represent it?"

Just as Bai Shi was about to speak, a thin figure in tattered clothes suddenly appeared beside him.

The thin figure pleaded rather miserably, "Master, please be kind and give me some leftovers!"

Bai Shi took out two jade pendants of extremely high quality and spirituality from his sleeves for some unknown reason. He had originally planned to take them back and refine them into life-protecting talismans, and placed them in the broken bowl in the thin figure's hand.

After giving Nezha the jade pendant, he was about to continue arguing with him, but the next moment, he suddenly realized something was wrong. Who was this person? How did he appear next to him? Why did he give him something?
"Ahem! Immortal, save me!" A faint cry for help came from the other side. He hurried to see and saw the tall and strong Peng Wu with blood all over his mouth. There were some black spots in the blood. Peng Wu's magic power was dissipating rapidly, and bursts of foul smell emanated from his pure Taoist body.

Bai Shi glared at Nezha: "You are so cruel! You didn't even let a junior go?!"

"You're talking nonsense! Open your dog eyes and look around carefully!" Nezha stood up, but did not rush forward to fight as Bai Shi expected. Instead, he retreated cautiously, protecting Jingwei and Yao Ji, who had a very low presence, behind him.

Bai Shi looked around and saw that the spacious hall was in a mess, with more than thirty immortals lying there in an instant.

The common characteristic of these immortals is that their realm is relatively low. Their performances are different. Some have red faces and spurt blood like Peng Wu, while others have blue faces, and the exposed flesh and blood flows all over the ground like melted candles, and finally even their bones are melted.

The thin figure holding a broken bowl kept moving among the crowd. One gave him two elixirs, and another gave him a sword. Although the immortals had clearly seen his supernatural powers, no one could refuse him.

"God of Poverty? No, this thing should be dead!" Bai Shi had some knowledge after all, and he couldn't help but look at Nezha.

Legend has it that the God of Poverty has been destroyed by Deng Chanyu. Even if he could be resurrected, it would probably be hundreds of years later. (Chapter 565)
Nezha said, "The person behind you resurrected this thing and released a lot of monsters and demons."

Nezha used his divine eyes to look around, then shouted at an old immortal with a white beard and summoned the Qiankun Circle.

With a loud bang, the old immortal fell to the ground. A figure covered in green light emerged from his figure, and only a vague human-shaped object could be seen.

Bai Shi also saw the clue at this time: "This is the son of Zhuanxu, the malaria ghost!"

(End of this chapter)