Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1508: The Fallen Ancestral Witch

Deng Chanyu studied the topographic map after the diversion. She didn't know much about the mountains, rivers and veins of the underworld, but at her level, the mountains, rivers and veins would appear before her eyes as soon as she thought about it, and she could even roughly calculate the details by counting with her fingers.

It can be seen that Daji really put a lot of thought into it and wanted to get this done well.

She was thinking seriously. The two little guys, Xiaowu and Xiaoqingluan, also wanted to look inside, but Daji slapped them one by one and slapped them away. What are you looking at? Do you understand?
Yuanxiao was giggling secretly at the side, and Xiaowu and Xiaoqingluan rushed over to her fiercely and pinched her fat face. The three of them were fighting and making noises, which made Nezha call it childish.

The two adults ignored the children's playfulness and continued to discuss the details.

Deng Chanyu pointed to a corner of the topographic map and asked, "This place looks very dangerous. Why does the new river channel pass through here?"

Daji looked at it and said, "There's a ghost fairy family named Tong here. They're willing to donate 18,000 ghost trees to divert the Yellow Springs. The condition is that the new river passes through this dangerous place, and they can also help them clear out the group of evil spirits entrenched nearby."

Deng Chanyu laughed in silence. She was used to the extravagance of Heaven and Lingshan, and for a moment she really didn't think about the finances of the underworld.

A bunch of roughnecks are in charge. Instead of fiddling with abacus beads, they'd rather swing axes. Even if they have mountains of gold and silver, they'll squander it all. Besides, the underworld isn't a wealthy place. If it were, wouldn't everyone come to the underworld to cultivate? Who would still go to a paradise?

The underworld is indeed vast, but it cannot be said to be rich in resources. As the administrative agency of the underworld, the Underworld is not rich either.

Daji cannot just think about earning merits, she also has to consider whether the finances of the underworld can support such a huge project. The spiritual materials in the world of the living are not suitable for the underworld. No matter how capable Deng Chanyu is, she cannot conjure up spiritual materials from the underworld out of thin air. Using limited spiritual materials to build such a large project requires careful budgeting.

Deng Chanyu approved of Daji's choice and pointed to a spot, asking, "This should be Devil Dog Ridge, right? I remember a pack of Iron-haired Dogs lurking there. The new river course will pass through here, so they'll definitely have to flatten Devil Dog Ridge, right?"

The Iron-haired Dog is as hard as iron and extremely ferocious. It especially likes to devour the souls of the dead. If it were full of treasures, there would naturally be a lot of immortals coming to hunt it. The problem is that the Iron-haired Dog is extremely poor. Its heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys are all junk, and there is nothing valuable on its body. The dog's blood may even corrode the immortals' magic weapons. There is a possibility that a big battle will break out, and in the end, the Iron-haired Dog will not get any spoils, and will even lose one or two handy weapons.

The great wizards in the underworld are not afraid of bloodshed or fighting, but they value their weapons very much and do not want them to be damaged.

Over time, the number of iron-haired dogs on Evil Dog Ridge increased.

Daji said, "Fengdu Mountain will provide a batch of weapons, and King Pingdeng will bring the great witch of the Ninth Palace to clean up the Evil Dog Ridge."

Deng Chanyu asked some questions at the right time, some of which Daji could answer, and some of which she had not thought of.

It took three days to check for omissions and fill in the gaps, and she had thoroughly reviewed her plan.

Deng Chanyu thought there were no major problems and they could start work. Even if new problems arose, she would be able to find ways to solve them.

Daji immediately arranged for people from all parties to begin the preliminary investigation of the new river channel.

"The king asked me to patrol the mountain!" Nezha carried the Fire Dragon Spear and wandered alone in a dangerous place.

"The bronze snake and the iron dog fight for food, and they will fall into the Nai River forever with no way out." This refers to the two evil creatures in the underworld, one is the iron-haired dog and the other is the bronze-scaled snake.

The copper-scaled snake was also a pauper, its fur, gall, and blood all contaminated and useless. It was the kind of pure waste that would be cursed even by the Styx if thrown into the sea of ​​blood. The iron-haired dog was ferocious, while the copper-scaled snake was cunning.

The Iron-haired Dogs were all entrenched in the Evil Dog Ridge, and it was a waste of effort to kill them. However, the Bronze-scaled Snakes were different. They did not live in groups. There was one here and one there, scattered everywhere. Nezha could only use himself as bait, pretending to be defenseless, to lure the thing to jump out.

"Come on!" A fishy wind blew past his nose. Nezha had already raised his spear and exerted force with both arms. The spear tip pierced through the snake's mouth and out from its spine. A copper-scaled snake more than ten feet long coiled around the fire dragon spear, and bursts of shrill hissing came from the snake's mouth.

Nezha flicked his wrist, and the shadow of a fire dragon suddenly appeared, burning the copper-scaled snake to ashes from head to tail.

Without even looking at the black ash on the ground, he took out a jade talisman and added another stroke to it. This was the thirty-seventh copper-scaled snake he had killed, and there would be thirty or three hundred more waiting for him later.

Nezha killed his way from the upper reaches of the river to the lower reaches. Xiao Wu had the Xuanyuan Water Control Flag given by Deng Chanyu and the Heart-Piercing Lock given by Tongtian Jiaozhu. She brought her little friend Yuanxiao and killed their way from the lower reaches to the upper reaches.

It is unlikely to kill all the copper-scaled snakes, but the best thing to do is to keep these snakes away from the river.

In order to earn this merit, Daji needs to do many things herself. Heaven does not care about the relationship between you and Deng Chanyu. Whoever does the work will get the merit.

If Deng Chanyu could overcome all the difficulties and obstacles along the way with just a wave of her hand, then there would be no hope for Daji.

She took off her cloud-patterned brocade robe, tied her hair up with white sandalwood paper, tied the collar and cuffs of her moon-white undershirt, changed into a green tight-fitting outfit, put on leather gauntlets, held the Kuafu staff in her hand, wore tight pants with the trouser legs tied tightly at the calves, carried the Sunset Bow on her back, and the big white dog Di Ting was guarding her by her side.

Deng Chanyu applauded. Her daughter-in-law looked quite heroic with this attire.

She said, "I'll go with you."

Daji would definitely not refuse. She wanted to solve the problem herself, but if she couldn't solve it, she didn't intend to fight to the death. After all, she was not a witch.

The two came to the central area of ​​the old Yellow Spring River.

After the war between wizards and liches ended, the wizards left the ancient continent one after another and entered the underworld.

The witch tribe uses their respective ancestor witch as their tribal totem. Hou Tu's tribe almost never participated in the war and had the most surviving witches, followed by Xuan Ming's tribe. The number of witches in the other ten tribes was very small.

Gonggong, the ancestor of water, had his soul and spirit destroyed at Mount Buzhou, and was considered completely dead. However, he had the blood of Pangu after all, and carried endless resentment, so his spirituality did not dissipate so quickly.

Some surviving shamans of the Gonggong tribe performed sacrifices beside the Yellow Spring. Gradually, a ghost of Gonggong, a mixture of Gonggong's resentment and the longing of shamans from many tribes, was born in the Yellow Spring.

Pingxin, Xuanming and the others have always been reluctant to face their former brothers. They have tried to delay and hide as much as possible. Now that they can no longer hide, they can only leave this ghost to Daji to deal with.

Deng Chanyu hid her tracks and watched from afar. Daji came to the river bank and said loudly, "Ancestral Witch of Water, please come out and see me."

(End of this chapter)