Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 164: The Patriarch of the Styx wants to merge with the Dao?
When the sea of ​​blood hit Chentang Pass, the destiny of the human race collided with the destiny of the Shura Sect of the Styx Ancestor.

Li Jing and his wife handled the situation effectively, and with the help of Deng Chanyu using the Map of Mountains, Rivers, and States, many people were injured but few died. In addition, the fortune of the Shura Sect was far from comparable to that of the Jie Sect, so the damage to each other was actually not as great as the last time Li Qi was beheaded at the Meridian Gate.

When the energies collided, the fox spirit was dancing, and King Zhou was beating the drums with a very excited expression on the side. He became more and more excited. When he was about to soar into the sky, the Shura Sect's energies hit him without any warning. He felt like someone had hit him in the balls. He subconsciously took two steps back, his eyes went black, and he lay on the ground like a shrimp, unable to stand up for a long time.

He didn't know what was causing this and could only assume that there was something wrong with his body.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, King Zhou felt very uncomfortable. He used to be very strong, but since Concubine Hu entered the palace, he became addicted to wine and sex and had not formally practiced martial arts for a long time.

"I have been hurt by alcohol and sex and have become so haggard. From today on, I will quit drinking!" After thinking about the words of quitting sex for a long time, he did not say it out loud.

Not only did he quit drinking himself, he also asked the entire Chaoge City to follow suit. The common people had little impact, but the princes and nobles were very resentful, and voices of dissatisfaction had already appeared in a small area.

The luck of both the Jie Sect and the Shura Sect is very aggressive. The passive counterattack of the human race's luck also has an impact on the ancestor of the Styx. However, no matter how strong the damage is, if it is distributed among 480 million blood gods, there will not be much left.

At this time, the ancestor of the Styx, who was in the illusion, was thinking about the path after becoming a saint.

In order to let him immerse himself here wholeheartedly, Deng Chanyu finished the lecture on Zixiao Palace in the past one thousand years, the second lecture on ten thousand years, and the third lecture on one hundred thousand years. At this time, she was discussing the matter of Hedao with the Patriarch of Minghe.

Not to mention Deng Chanyu, even Nuwa doesn't know how to do this. Today's saints, including Laozi, have not reached the level of Hongjun before he achieved the Dao.

Nuwa once mentioned vaguely that the distance between her and Daozu was even greater than the distance between Deng Chanyu and her. It was a completely different realm.

Hongjun was able to generously distribute the Tai Chi Diagram, Pangu Banner, and Zhuxian Sword to his disciples without worrying at all that the six saints would use the innate treasures against him. This was because Hongjun's realm was much higher than the six saints, and even the innate treasures could not make up for the gap between them.

"Sister Nuwa, why does my junior brother feel so uneasy, as if something terrible is about to happen?" asked Minghe.

Deng Chanyu didn't dare to impersonate any other saint, so she could only pretend to be Nuwa. This was her own teacher, so it was okay to impersonate her.

She mimicked Nuwa's expression and demeanor perfectly, and now, sitting on the fourth cushion, she spoke eloquently, "Junior brother, you will soon become a sage of the Heavenly Dao, ruling over the three realms. Heaven and earth will be amazed by you, so don't worry."

The Abi Sword appeared like a ghost and slashed at the Zixiao Palace in the illusion, trying to make Minghe see through the clues.

Minghe pointed at his own sword and asked again: "Why did my companion spirit treasure chop down the teacher's Dao Palace?"

Deng Chanyu replied casually, "This probably means that Junior Brother wants to abandon the old and establish a new one, and establish a new Daoist temple."

Minghe was overjoyed. He really didn't like the architectural style of Zixiao Palace. This answer touched his heart.

The Abi Sword wanted to kill Deng Chanyu, but as the master of the illusion, she could easily avoid it with a wave of her hand.

Most of Minghe's mind was attracted by the series of "big cakes" of becoming a saint and achieving the Tao, but in the depths of the sea of ​​blood, he had more incarnations of the Blood God, and these incarnations were still awake.

At this time, the incarnations kept hitting the shields with the weapons in their hands, trying to wake up the ancestor of the Styx.

"Why do I hear the sound of weapons knocking against each other?"

Deng Chanyu, pretending to be Nuwa, was delighted. "Junior brother, you have ascended to the Supreme Being. Heaven and earth have no choice but to cooperate with your great path. Therefore, the sounds of weapons can be heard to enhance your prestige!" Nuwa and Hongjun, who were observing secretly, said: "..."

You're talking nonsense like it's real!
Minghe's doubts vanished, and he began to follow his own ideas. In fact, he had never thought about the idea of ​​​​harmony. It was too far away from the realm of quasi-saints. But the atmosphere was set to this point, so what was there to hesitate? Come on!

Deng Chanyu, disguised as Nuwa, used her three unique skills to encourage him.

"stand up!"

"hold onto!"

"Get out of the way!"

The Styx was fighting with itself, while in the outside world, the giant spirit arrived at Chentang Pass with the heavenly soldiers and generals.

Deng Chanyu's mind also pulled itself out of the illusion and she took a few more glances.

Just looking at the appearance of the Giant Spirit God, it is indeed good.

He was three feet tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist, a curly beard and two Xuanhua axes in his hands. He looked so majestic that anyone who saw him would have to ask, "Whose general is this?"

But
Deng Chanyu looked at the Heavenly General and the five hundred Heavenly Soldiers behind him. "That's it? You're here to attack the Styx Patriarch? Are you sure you're not here to send him off?"

The power of the giant spirit is great, but his Taoism is really not as high as hers. He seems to rely on the power of his bloodline to break through the barrier between immortals and mortals and become a human immortal. Not to mention the original scriptures that point directly to the great way, he has probably not even read most of the basic scriptures of the Xuanmen. He has no professional knowledge of formations, refining, alchemy, and salvation. He is a pure military general.

The axe in his hand can be considered a magic weapon, but apart from being very heavy and sharp, it seems to have no other special uses.

She couldn't help but look at Long Ji. Your father sent this kind of people to support us?
Long Ji nodded secretly and said, "It's okay, just let them go. The next wave of reinforcements will probably be stronger."

Deng Chanyu didn't say anything. Since the Heavenly Court didn't care, she had nothing to say. She made a hand gesture and used the map of mountains, rivers, and the country to open a hole leading to the illusion.

She said, "General Juling, I have trapped the Styx Patriarch in an illusion using the Mountain and River State Map. Now, please capture this demon!"

The giant spirit's eyes were as wide as bells, seemingly ferocious, but in reality, they were filled with undisguised fear. He was a descendant of Bixi, and Bixi was a descendant of the dragon. Now that the Dragon King was staying away, letting him go? What was the difference between that and sending him to his death?
The five hundred heavenly soldiers and generals were like eggplants hit by frost, with their heads lowered and no one dared to look up.

The giant spirit smiled a smile uglier than crying. "My Lord and Princess, please take care of me. I have an old mother and a baby at home. This is really..."

Deng Chanyu coughed and encouraged him: "Don't worry, General Tian. If you are defeated, clap your hands three times and I will open the illusion and let you out."

There is a way out, it's not a fight to the death, which is better.

The giant spirit tightened his belt, put on a stern face, and charged in with a Xuanhua axe in his hand, screaming strangely.

(End of this chapter)