Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 159 Shen Gongbao

Shen Gongbao had a white face, long beard, no flesh on his cheeks, and a rather gloomy temperament.

He also came for the Twelve-Rank Karma Fire Lotus in the Sea of ​​Blood, but he knew that he could not defeat those big guys.

Shen Gongbao and Jiang Ziya entered the sect at the same time. After forty years of practice, he had already become an immortal, but he was only at the level of a human immortal. He was stronger than Jiang Ziya, but in fact his strength was limited, after all, he had only practiced for forty years.

He spent half his life savings to refine a Kaitian bead, and other than that, he could not get any other treasures.

If Mara just stood there and let him hit him, he alone as an immortal could not defeat Mara who was at the Golden Immortal level, let alone snatch the Twelve-Rank Karma Fire Lotus from the hands of the Great Demon King. That would be courting death!
His plan was to sneak in, take advantage, see who was the final winner, and then he would reap the benefits. How successful was his plan? He didn't know, but it was his only chance.

Deng Chanyu and the others were armed to the teeth, holding the Xuanyuan Water Control Flag and the Plain Cloud Realm Flag, and then offering the Mountain and River State Map, and using the Xuanyuan Sword and the Haotian Sword. Unless they were facing a Saint, they could actually defeat anyone below a Saint.

Shen Gongbao didn't have this ability, so he could only ask for help. This time, the target was the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.

Facing the East Sea Dragon King's expectant gaze, his words suddenly became slow at the tip of his tongue: "No, no."

Ao Guang was stunned and a little unhappy. I've been flattering you for a long time, and now the time has come, you still put on airs with me?

How dare you, a mere human immortal, humiliate me like this?
The old Dragon King stared, "No?"

Shen Gongbao was a little embarrassed: "Not bad! Master San San, not bad!"

The old Dragon King breathed a sigh of relief. He had even lost face in order to let his son join the Chan Sect.

He quickly gestured for Ao Bing to kneel down and said in a very low voice, "Master Shen, please remember to keep my son's name off the Conferred God List."

Shen Gongbao nodded quickly: "No, no."

The old Dragon King frowned again: "No?"

"No. No problem!"

"." The old Dragon King was filled with disdain. How could such a person become a disciple of the Chan Sect? Trash! He couldn't even speak clearly.

Shen Gongbao, following procedure, handed Ao Bing a jade talisman, officially declaring him a member of the Chan Sect. He was actually quite puzzled. He'd made friends with immortals from all corners of the world thanks to his eloquence. In the past, he could talk for two hours straight without stuttering, let alone a stutter. What had happened today? Was there something wrong with the feng shui of the East China Sea Dragon Palace?
Ao Bing successfully became a disciple, but he was too much to think that he could directly enter the Chan Sect. Shen Gongbao had deceived him and his son.

Yuanshi Tianzun has extremely strict requirements on the background, fortune and qualifications of his disciples. Han Dulong and Xue Ehu, disciples of Daoxing Tianzun, can barely be considered third-generation disciples.

Daoxing Tianzun was one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, so what was Shen Gongbao? Ao Bing was also a member of the Dragon Clan, a sinner of his own. If he really wanted to be accepted into the Chan Sect, Yuanshi Tianzun would have expelled Shen Gongbao along with him without hesitation.

Shen Gongbao secretly made some changes. The identity jade talisman he gave to Ao Bing stated that he was a registered disciple.

Unless Ao Bing can kill Tongtian Sect Master, he will be remembered as a nominal disciple for the rest of his life.

Shen Gongbao thought for a moment and said, "I heard that Chen... Chentang Pass."

He didn't know what was wrong with him today, so he decided to make it short: "Can you lend me the Qiankun Bow and the Zhentian Arrow?"

Ao Guang was delighted: "To be honest, Immortal, the general of Chentang Pass, Li Jing, and Xiaolong are quite acquainted. My son Ao Bing and his son Nezha are even closer, like brothers. This shouldn't be difficult. Xiaolong and Immortal will go to Chentang Pass together."

Shen Gongbao stopped talking and just nodded.

The Dragon King and his son left the Dragon Palace with him and headed for Chentang Pass.

A quarter of an hour later, Prime Minister Turtle, General Carp and General Carp all looked up and saw a thick and sticky layer of plasma gathering above the Dragon Palace. They tried to disperse it, but it seemed endless. There seemed to be countless living creatures in the plasma. Looking at the generals in the Dragon Palace was like looking at a group of food.

"Quick, inform the king to go to Heaven for reinforcements!" Prime Minister Turtle shouted. Eel Hercules went to ask Snail Taoist to send a remote message to the Dragon King, but this time the message was blocked by the Sea of ​​Blood just as it was being sent.

More and more blood surrounded the Dragon Palace. The generals rose up to resist. A big hand seemed to be hidden in the sea of ​​blood. It gently pushed in the direction of the Dragon Palace, and the Dragon Palace instantly turned into powder.

Deng Chanyu borrowed the River Map and Luo Shu, and Long Ji borrowed the Haotian Sword. They had just landed at the city gate of Chentang Pass when they met Nezha head-on.

"Hello, teacher." Nezha had been taught several times, and he also grinded stones every day and washed his parents' feet, so he behaved quite politely.

He looked up at Longji. Although Longji was in Chentang Pass when he was born, he did not show up. At this time, Nezha couldn't help but ask.

"Teacher, is this Sister Daji?"

Long Ji was stunned: "Daji?"

Deng Chanyu quickly pushed Nezha aside and said, "The kid's accent is a bit thick. You heard it wrong. He said Ji, Longji!"

Good at changing the subject, she pointed at Nezha and asked Longji, "Guess how old this child is?"

Long Ji looked him up and down and said, "Is this child five or six years old?"

"Haha, just one year old."

Long Ji: “.”

This child seems to be able to walk and jump, and speak clearly, and he is already one year old? Isn't it too fast to grow up?
"After you go home, copy the Huangting Sutra ten times and wait for me to check it when I come back." After giving Nezha homework, Deng Chanyu hurriedly pulled Long Ji away without giving Nezha a chance to speak.

Nezha held his head in his hands and let out a long sigh. He was either copying scriptures or sharpening iron rods. When would his teacher be able to teach him the magic?

"Run! The monster is coming!"

"Brother Wang, sister-in-law, wait for me!"

"Dad? Mom? Where are you?"

"Where are the monsters? Get out of the way, let me fight them!" Nezha had just arrived at the beach. There was a small market here, and the market was in chaos today.

He rushed out and rescued the child who was about to be trampled by the crowd. Well, the one-year-old child saved the six-year-old child.

He handed the child to his parents, then jumped onto the railing of the tavern and looked out to sea.

Countless fish and shrimps with miserable dead bodies were seen floating in the sticky blood plasma. The stench spread all around, and the originally azure sea water was dyed red by the blood.

Little Nezha was very confused and didn't know how to deal with the current situation.

In a hurry, he saw an acquaintance and grabbed a giant man with cinnabar hair, a green face and fangs. He said, "Li Gen, what happened? What happened to you?"

The Yaksha who used to patrol the sea was like a frightened bird. He tried to push Nezha but failed. Only then did he see clearly that it was the child who had caught him.

"Dead! All dead! Wuuuuuuuuu! Master Li, please let me go!"

Nezha let go of his hand, and the patrolling Yaksha also followed the people and rushed to the city gate not far away.

In just a short while, the sea water had all turned into blood, and blood-red waves over ten meters high slowly rose. Looking at the direction of the waves, it was Chentang Pass.

(End of this chapter)