Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1591 Magic Pen

Yuanshi Tianzun glanced at his eldest disciple, and it was hard to tell what the look meant. Nanji Xianweng was extremely frightened. When he was at a loss, he saw his teacher pick up a black chess piece and gently place it on the chessboard.

After a pause of more than ten breaths, the familiar urging voice sounded again: "Disciple, it's your turn."

The White Crane Boy looked at him nervously and with a bit of blame. Losing a white chess piece could affect the outcome of the game, and even the fate of the entire Chan Sect. You must not let me down again!
How could the Immortal of the South Pole not know the importance of this game of chess? This matter had little to do with Deng Chanyu. It was entirely their own business, but he was also helpless.

Many things are not determined by will. This is a game between saints. Isn't it normal for him, a half-crippled Taiyi Golden Immortal, to be frightened and panic when he gets involved?
His face was full of seriousness. He first observed the chess game. After losing a white chess piece, all the moves that Deng Chanyu had taught him before were useless and he had to rethink them.

He asked with a glimmer of hope: "Teacher, can I take a long look?"

Yuanshi Tianzun ruthlessly rejected him: "No."

The strategy of delaying time failed, and the Immortal of the South Pole could only quickly analyze the chess game. Then, he summoned all his magic power, picked up a white chess piece with both hands with difficulty, and placed it on the chessboard according to his own ideas.

As soon as one piece fell, he knew it was ruined.

Yuanshi Tianzun placed a black chess piece right after that without even thinking.

Guangchengzi, who was defending the Tianyuan position, defeated the middle-aged Taoist with great difficulty. Before he could catch his breath, an old Taoist holding a crutch and a young Taoist with outstanding temperament appeared beside him. Both Taoists were wearing black Taoist robes and were obviously his enemies.

Guangchengzi could see the scene outside the chessboard. He wanted to greet the Nanji Xianweng and his family in the elegant language of the ancient times, but it was too late. The young Taoist took the lead and drew his sword to stab, so he had to wave the Pangu Banner to block.

In less than three moves, Guangchengzi had one eye blinded. His face was covered in blood, but he was still struggling like a madman.

The Immortal of the South Pole was so anxious that he was sweating all over. He hurriedly swallowed several elixirs, recovering his magic power while looking for a way to break the deadlock.

Yuanshi Tianzun's words were filled with annoyance, and he urged again: "Disciple, it's your turn."

Hurry, hurry, hurry! It’s like asking for my life!
The Immortal of the South Pole forced himself to calm down. His second move was quite standard. It did not add any benefit to the whole game, but it did not cause any harm either. The price he paid was that all his magic power was exhausted. His soul showed a tendency to disintegrate under the scrutiny of the saint. Magic power could be restored by taking drugs, but his soul could only be restored slowly over time. Now all the immortals of the Chan Sect, including the three great masters of Buddhism, were fighting to the death. There was no time for him to rest.

Yuanshi Tianzun was somewhat disappointed with his mediocre performance in chess and made another move without any pressure.

A powerful enemy also appeared on the side of Guanyin Bodhisattva. That was Donghuang Taiyi, who was covered in golden flames of the sun and holding a bell-shaped magic weapon.

A large amount of nectar essence was evaporated by the flames, and the jade bottle was suppressed by the bell-shaped magic weapon. Taiyi's Taoism and magical powers were superior to those of Guanyin Bodhisattva. He had to use the Buddhist magical powers to defend himself, delay time, and wait for changes.

All the immortals of the Chan Sect, including the Nan Ji Xian Weng outside the chessboard, could see that, thanks to Deng Chanyu's cheating, the white candlestick had slightly surpassed the black candlestick. As the Nan Ji Xian Weng dropped one white chess piece and then two white chess pieces, the situation changed abruptly. At this time, the Tianyuan position and the star position of Guanyin Bodhisattva were both in jeopardy, and the black candlestick had in turn surpassed the white candlestick.

Nanji Xianweng's face was filled with bitterness. Was he about to become the eternal sinner of the Chan Sect? He reached into the chess box to take the white chess piece, and suddenly, the white crane cried.

"Master, Master! Stop it, my uncle is back!"

The Immortal of the South Pole turned around quickly and saw Deng Chanyu, a man with a snake tail and red hair. He was carrying a strong evil aura and was riding a cloud of fire and falling towards him.

When one is fighting against three thousand, no matter how fast you are, you will inevitably be hit. In the early and middle stages of the battle, you can use the Chaos Bell to block the attacks of the demons, but you can't withstand it in the later stages.

Deng Chanyu, regaining her human form, wearily twisted her hair, drawing only blood. Then, with a careless flick, the chaotic remnants of the demonic spirit corroded the surrounding space, creating hundreds of holes. The entire space Yuanshi Tianzun had created with the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin as its core was pierced through. She placed the Axe of Creation, now stained with various inexplicable substances, aside. Before she could speak, Nanji Xianweng hurriedly made way.

Deng Chanyu sat in her previous seat and put down her rolled-up sleeves again, acting like a polite stranger again.

She flicked her finger, and Ma Shan took out a ball of extremely pure Netherworld Ghost Fire from the wick of the coffin palace lantern. She held the Netherworld Ghost Fire in her mouth as if rinsing her mouth. After ten breaths, she spat out the flames and a large number of demon remnants that had eroded her body.

While looking at the chessboard, she took out two peaches that ripened once every nine thousand years from her sleeve and began to eat them as if no one was around.

"Well, it's okay, better than I expected." Instead of scolding, she gave him some encouragement.

The Immortal of the South Pole wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. It was so embarrassing.

Deng Chanyu took out a silk scarf, wiped her hands casually, and then placed a white chess piece with ease.

"white crane."

"Ah? Ah, the disciple is here!"

"Get ready, I want you to join the battle."

Bai He didn't dare to say no, and bowed quickly: "Disciple obeys your command."

While playing chess, Deng Chanyu instructed, "Nanji, my nephew."

Before she finished speaking, Nanji Xianweng interrupted her: "Teacher, Baihe's cultivation is shallow, so let me go."

"Hmm? Don't you need to rest and recover your mana?"

"Didn't the teacher take a break after the battle? I can hold on."

Deng Chanyu glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and said, "Well, get ready."

At this point, the game has entered the middle stage, and the situation is becoming increasingly clear. If White does not use off-board tactics, he will definitely lose.

Deng Chanyu calmly took out a piece of jade pen from her sleeve. The jade pen was crystal clear and seemed to contain endless power.

This is the companion spiritual treasure of the ancestor Qiankun, the Heavenly Dao Pen.

The treasure that was once broken into two halves has been repaired. The main material used to repair the treasure is the resentment of the three thousand demon gods. If you look closely at this time, you can see tiny mysterious lines inside the jade pen.

The demon gods' resentment had lost the physical entity of the Heavenly Suppression Coffin and could only express themselves through the Heavenly Dao Pen. However, as soon as they caused a little disturbance, they were suppressed by the Heavenly Dao Pen with its own Heavenly Dao authority. Their power, in turn, became an aid to the Heavenly Dao Pen in controlling the Heavenly Dao authority. The two extreme powers are now cleverly connected together. This is the Heavenly Dao Pen, or it can also be called the Demonic Dao Pen.

(End of this chapter)