Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1589 It’s almost time
"Teacher?" Guangchengzi asked tentatively.

The middle-aged man opposite, who bore some resemblance to Yuanshi Tianzun, slowly shook his head: "I am not your teacher."

The middle-aged man drew his sword, his eyes filled with an inexplicable scrutiny. "Young man, attack me with all your might. Let me see how much of your master's skills you have learned."

Guangchengzi occupies the Tianyuan position, which is the place with the best view on the chessboard, from where he can observe the entire chessboard world.

At this time, many immortals of the Chan sect were engaged in a bitter battle.

Jiang Ziya had one arm cut off by Xiao Zhen who came out from the black chess piece. The old man did not retreat a single step. While controlling the immortal rope, he cast many thunder spells in an attempt to delay the enemy's pace.

He couldn't beat Xiao Zhen, who was strengthened to the Xuanxian realm by the black chess piece, so he could only delay time as much as possible.

Yang Jian used his supernatural power of controlling the heavens and the earth in a very rare way. The enemy in front of him was Xingtian, the great wizard of the witch clan who still had a head. Xingtian held a shield in his left hand and a battle axe in his right hand. He seemed to have endless power. The two ten-foot-tall giants shouted continuously, fighting to the death with the belief of killing the enemy.

Immortals such as Manjusri, Samantabhadra, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun, and Chijingzi were also fighting desperately. Huanglong Zhenren, who had always been despised by Guangchengzi, used the tactic of mutual destruction twice to defeat powerful enemies. Dragon blood splattered all over the ground, dragon scales were almost fallen off, and his Taoist robe was covered in blood and flesh, looking extremely miserable.

Many of his fellow disciples were fighting desperately, and as a disciple who was like Yuanshi Tianzun's own son, he had an even greater responsibility.

"Senior, please give me some advice!" Guangchengzi was very determined, but his current strength was really not enough. He could only act as a "pendant" of Pangu Banner, waving this innate treasure to resist the middle-aged Taoist opposite.

Deng Chanyu didn't even look at the chessboard. Instead, she asked Yuanshi Tianzun, "The chess pieces have all been placed. Brother Dao, is it time for you and me to decide the winner?"

Nanji Xianweng and Baihe were stunned. "Are you two going to take action yourself? Will this world shatter immediately?"
"No." Yuanshi Tianzun refused decisively. He pointed behind Deng Chanyu and said, "You have received what you sought. The enemy you sought has arrived."

Deng Chanyu was slightly stunned and turned around to look. Wow, there was a densely packed group of "people", some with horns on their heads, some with human heads and animal bodies, and some had no physical form, their shapes constantly changing between reality and illusion.

She muttered to herself, "Haha, I know all these guys. These are the three thousand demon gods killed by the great god Pangu. Brother Dao, how did it happen? I know now. Did you awaken some of the great god Pangu's memories?"

Yuanshi Tianzun nodded: "Not bad."

These can only be said to be the phantoms of demons, which are the fusion of the resentment of many demons in the Zhentian Coffin and the memories extracted by Yuanshi Tianzun from Pangu's soul.

This move is extremely exhausting even for a saint. Yuanshi Tianzun has no idea what he is thinking, but he actually uses this move that kills one thousand enemies but injures himself twelve thousand times.

As the wielder of the Axe of Creation, Deng Chanyu must fight against these phantoms of demons. Both sides are well aware of this.

Three thousand demons surrounded him from all sides, the chaotic spiritual energy on Yuanshi Tianzun's face became thicker and thicker, and the primordial purple energy in Deng Chanyu's Qingyun continuously released purple light curtains.

The two of them were still playing chess as if nothing had happened. The three thousand demon gods around them were like passers-by old men and women watching the chess game, surrounding them in three layers. These guys were silent, with gloomy faces, and the atmosphere was frighteningly depressing.

The Immortal of the South Pole and the White Crane Boy are the frightened "people".

They had been watching the chess game beside the chessboard, and now they subconsciously retreated. Every time they retreated, the three thousand demons took a step forward. It seemed that they had reached a point where they had no way to retreat.

Deng Chanyu turned to look at the Immortal of the South Pole and said seriously, "I still have to play chess. These three thousand demon gods only look scary, but their actual power is not even a fraction of what they were in their lifetime. Why don't I let my nephew kill them?" I fight three thousand demon gods?

The Immortal of the South Pole was horrified. This wasn't just making things difficult for me, this was asking me to die!
At this time, the School of Orthodoxy was on the edge of a cliff. Any mistake would lead to a complete loss. Deng Chanyu didn't care. If she lost, she would just run away. What could be the big deal? But the Immortal of the South Pole couldn't do that. He had the closest connection with the School of Orthodoxy and Yuanshi Tianzun. If the School of Orthodoxy perished, he would have to suffer at least 80% of the backlash of luck.

At this moment, I can't care about face or dignity.

He knelt down with a plop: "Master, please be merciful! I am not afraid of death, but I am incompetent and I am afraid of making a mistake."

Since he was kneeling, Bai He could only kneel obediently beside him.

Deng Chanyu thought for a moment, and instead of picking up the white chess piece, she rolled up her sleeves and drew out the Axe of Creation.

She even took out something similar to a whetstone and sharpened the axe blade twice, both front and back. Then she said to Yuanshi Tianzun, "Brother Dao, this move is truly powerful. I need to think about it for a while."

What does long deliberation have to do with an axe? In the past, Nanji Xianweng would have complained in his heart, but now he had no intention of doing so.

Yuanshi Tianzun nodded: "Yes."

After stabilizing the situation on the chessboard, Deng Chanyu took another look at the three thousand demons who were like onlookers.

"Then I will deal with these guys, and I will play chess with you, Master."

Feeling the saintly aura as vast as the ocean from Yuanshi Tianzun, he was naturally filled with joy when he had him as his support. But now that he is on the opposite side and has to face a saint, Nan Ji Xian Weng's heart is filled with fear. It seems that I can't do this either!
Deng Chanyu stared at him, and he nodded stiffly. He really had no choice but to go.

"Master and I agreed to deliberate for the duration of an incense stick. I will do my best to resolve the battle within that time. If I don't return in time, please remember the next few moves."

Deng Chanyu recounted the next move of the game, and Nan Ji Xian Weng listened carefully, nodding from time to time.

"This gourd of Nine Transformations Golden Elixir was given to me by the Supreme Lord Lao when I left the Primordial World. Now I will give it to my nephew."

Deng Chanyu left behind a gourd of Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, then picked up the Axe of Creation and slowly stood up. The three thousand demons took three steps back at the same time.

She said, "I know you still have some consciousness. So, I will give you sixty breaths to think about it. If you don't retreat, you will die!"

She stretched her body, the protection of the Chaos Bell added to her body, and holding the Axe of Creation in both hands, she chopped it twice in the air.

She looked at the shadowy figures of the demons: "Is it about time? Ten, nine, eight?"

None of the demon phantoms retreated, and she no longer hesitated. With one swipe of her axe, she split a demon phantom covered in flames into two halves. The flames that materialized like blood splashed on the face of the Antarctic Immortal.

Deng Chanyu was extremely fast and rushed into the shadow of the demon god like a whirlwind. The Axe of Creation flew up and down, and the huge axe blade was like cutting tofu. In an instant, it chopped two more shadows of the demon god into pieces.

(End of this chapter)