Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1483 Demons and Monsters
The reason why Queen Mother of the West can enjoy such great fame in contemporary and future generations is that she quietly imprisoned many demons and monsters that harmed the prehistoric world. She never said anything about it, and outsiders did not know about it. Only Hongjun and several saints knew about it. This is also an important reason why she has always lived well. She is useful to the prehistoric world, and this reason alone is enough.

Many of her prisoners possessed immortal qualities, Malaria Ghost being one of them.

This thing was conferred by Zhuanxu as the dual identity of the leader of the human race and the master of heaven. Although it is now called a ghost, its actual essence is still a god.

It is difficult to kill a god completely. Even if it is killed successfully, it will be reborn somewhere else as the many evil spirits in the prehistoric world grow rapidly. Instead of causing great suffering to all living beings at that time and having the firefighters here chase it down, it is better to imprison it from the beginning.

The Queen Mother of the West's actions are completely correct and very wise.

Now the prisoner has been released.

The malaria ghost will convert the vitality of living beings into malaria poison. In this process, its strength continues to increase, and then it will infect more immortals.

Bai Shi knew the seriousness of the problem and immediately drew his sword. His sword shone like a rainbow, but the malaria ghost dodged his fierce attacks several times.

This thing was like a ghost, its body constantly transforming between reality and illusion. In this moment, it became green-faced and fanged, grinning sinisterly at the few people. The next moment, it drilled into the body of an immortal, madly devouring the vitality, and then transformed the unfortunate immortal into a moving malaria poison.

The method was extremely vicious, and its poison could pollute the soul. Bai Shi was helpless and wanted to retreat, but was worried about losing face.

"Idiot, get out of the way!" Nezha shouted at Bai Shi. This health-conscious guy was in the way. If they were in the deserted wilderness, he would have shot him in the head!
At this time, Nezha handed the Fire Dragon Spear to his left hand, made a hand gesture with his right hand, and sprayed a stream of scorching Samadhi True Fire at the malaria ghost.

The Samadhi True Fire is indeed more popular. It seems that everyone from the Taiqing Sage to Jiang Ziya is using it. In fact, popular things often mean that they can adapt to a variety of occasions. The temperature of the Samadhi True Fire is not as high as the Nanming Li Fire, and the exorcism effect is not as strong as the Dayi Golden Flame. The changes of yin and yang are not as exquisite as the Taiyin True Fire, and the killing effect is not as fierce as the Sun True Fire. However, the Samadhi True Fire has many functions such as exorcism, purification and detoxification. It basically has some of the effects of various flames. This is the most comprehensive divine fire.

The flames surrounded Peng Wu, who was spitting blood, and then used him as a springboard to quickly shuttle between several nearby targets, and finally shot at the malaria ghost covered in green light.

The malaria ghost was agile and dodged left and right. Nezha showed his skilled fire control skills. In an instant, he transformed one Samadhi True Fire into nine Samadhi True Fires, and surrounded it from several directions. As long as they were combined, he could burn the malaria ghost seriously and then seal it again with a magic circle.

This thing actually has strange means and is immortal. As long as you are calm enough, have high resistance, and have many means, it is easy to find a way to restrain it.

"Brother, I'm so scared!" Just as the flames were about to close, Jingwei suddenly rushed out from the side, her tone panicked, and reached out to grab Nezha's wrist.

There was murderous intent in Nezha's eyes, and the Qiankun Circle drew an arc of light, smashing Jingwei's head with one blow.

The bloody neck continued to spurt blood, the corpse twitched twice, and turned into a male immortal with a somewhat unfamiliar appearance.

This is not Jingwei at all, not even a female fairy.

Nezha's attention had previously been mostly on the malaria ghost. He just knew that this thing was definitely not Jingwei, but he didn't know what it was specifically. He quickly looked back and saw a gray smoke escaping from the corpse.

What is this thing? For a moment, he couldn't see its true appearance.

Jingwei in the distance exclaimed, "My senior brother is so decisive and cold-blooded. I wish you will be single forever."
Nezha put his index and middle fingers together and swiped them in front of his eyes. A Taiyi Golden Immortal-level divine eye spell was cast upon him.

When sparring with Yang Jian, Yang Jian would often turn into a stone or a big tree, and then hide to prepare for a sneak attack. Nezha was beaten badly at first. In order to deal with the great success level of Eight-Nine Profound Art, Deng Chanyu improved a magic spell of divine eyes based on the divine eye, which has excellent detection effect.

This move has no name. Deng Chanyu said at the time, "When the time comes, you will naturally know the true name of the spell." In fact, she just hadn't thought of a name, and then there were too many things to do and she simply forgot it.

The name of the spell is not important, as long as it works and is useful.

The difference between having a teacher and not having one is reflected here. Jade Ding Zhenren's current realm is not as good as Yang Jian's, so what can he teach him? Yang Jian can only rely on the old Eight Nine Mysterious Art, while Nezha can get some new tricks and new methods from his teacher from time to time.

At this time, he used his Golden Immortal body to control the Taiyi Golden Immortal-level spells. Nezha gathered a large amount of magic power in his eyes, with purple air in his eyes, and looked around the hall.

Jingwei in the distance raised her little fist to cheer him up: "Brother, you should shout 'Sharingan, open!' You look so unimpressive now!"

Nezha waved his hands speechlessly and said, "If I were a dozen years younger, I would have shouted at him. But now I am over two hundred years old and cannot be so childish."

The hall was in chaos.

The seriously injured and dying Peng Wu suddenly jumped up and used the Black Tiger Heart-Digger move on Bai Shi, whom he had previously worshipped as his own grandfather. He dug out Bai Shi's heart. When Nezha looked over, he seemed to be possessed by an evil ghost, swallowing the still beating heart in big mouthfuls.

Bai Shi covered his chest with his hands, his face full of pain. Losing his heart would not kill him on the spot, but his Taoist body was damaged, and he had no hope of becoming a Taiyi Golden Immortal in the future.

He staggered towards the door, and several zombie-like gods rushed over from all sides, with their fangs and claws bared, as if they wanted to eat him alive.

At the critical moment, a red light flashed, and the Hun Tian Ling bounced away several insane gods, then wrapped around Bai Shi's ankles and dragged the health-preserving master in front of Nezha.

They were dragged violently all the way, and many tables, wine jugs and wine bowls were broken. Bai Shi's hair and beard were tangled together, and his clothes were stained with blood. He looked extremely miserable.

He was quite sensible. After the Hun Tian Ling was freed from his ankle, he immediately thanked Nezha: "I was confused before. If the gods ever send you a message, even if they send someone to Wuyun Mountain to deliver a message, Bai Shi will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Nezha nodded, accepting the thanks.

If he can't save her, then there's nothing he can do. If he can, he will still save her. This is the rule of heaven, the teachings of Taoism and Buddhism, and has nothing to do with previous grudges.

Bai Shi did not come to the banquet alone. He risked his seriously injured body to save a nephew. His other niece had already died in a horrific way. He regretted getting involved and cried bitterly while holding his niece's body.

(End of this chapter)