Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 343 No One Understands Jinwu Better Than Me
Randeng was very upset. Unfortunately, the treasure and money were right in front of him. He was worried about getting into unnecessary trouble, so he thought over and over again and was not decisive enough. As a result, Kunpeng got the advantage for nothing.

If he had known this would happen, he would have snatched the lost treasure money no matter what.

The attacks of Dinghaizhu were continuous, and each one was extremely heavy, as if it contained a world.

This set of spiritual treasures has been refined by Zhao Gongming for countless years. Once activated, its power is indeed strong. He was completely unprepared for the current battle. He just dealt with a few moves and then prepared to escape.

As a veteran quasi-saint who has lived for countless epochs, he doesn't care about face at all.

There is nothing shameful in losing to a younger person.

You can talk and laugh as you please, he doesn't mind.

Randeng's body flashed, he took back the Qiankun ruler and the coffin palace lantern, turned into a black wind, and prepared to escape from Lingjiu Mountain.

He planned to find a place to hide for a while, and then slowly think about how to deal with Zhao Gongming and Dinghaizhu.

The idea was good, but just after flying less than a thousand feet, he saw smoke and clouds rolling in front of him, and murderous aura filled the air. A sandstorm composed of yellow sand came towards him. Ran Deng tentatively projected a divine thought into it, and felt that there was infinite murderous intent in the yellow sand. His divine thought only lasted less than two breaths before it was completely crushed.

The most terrifying thing is that the yellow sand has the effect of cutting off spiritual energy and destroying spiritual consciousness.

He looked around and saw that the entire Lingjiu Mountain was covered in yellow sand. The sand looked insignificant and had been covered by the sound of Zhao Gongming's surging sea water. Now the entire killing formation was completely exposed. Ran Deng felt as if countless fierce murderous intentions were locking onto him from all directions.

Vulture Peak was originally the cave where he had practiced for countless years. He was familiar with every stone here, but now the whole mountain felt extremely unfamiliar to him. Something cut off his connection with Vulture Peak.

Changing the Dao Laws within the area, Quasi-Saint! Only Quasi-Saints can do this.

Ran Deng’s face was gloomy.

Zhao Gongming's Dinghaizhu attacked again, and he had to turn around to fight.

During the battle, he devoted three-quarters of his energy to focusing on the formation that trapped him.

Danger, cruelty and filth, he could see a lot at a quick glance.

The last time I saw such a murderous formation was during the war between the wizards and the demons. The demons set up the Zhoutian Xingdou formation and the wizards set up the Twelve Dutian Shensha formation. At that time, the two tribes set up extremely murderous formations at the same time, and more than hundreds of millions of lives were fighting in the three realms.

Could the current formation be comparable to those of the demon and witch tribes? He couldn't tell for sure. After all, he had only observed it from a distance before, but now he was inside the formation.

He asked loudly, "Which fellow from Jiejiao is secretly controlling the formation? Please come out and see me."

Yunxiao secretly controlled the formation and never showed up.

She didn't like talking to strangers.

What are you talking about now? We're already sworn enemies, so just kill us.

Ran Deng asked twice more, but no one responded.

"In that case, I will come today to break this formation!" The indifference that had hung on Ran Deng's face for countless eternity disappeared, replaced by a sense of ruthlessness.

There was an astonishing murderous aura hidden in his palm. With just one palm, he knocked Zhao Gongming and the twenty-four Dinghai Pearls away.

The two Dinghai Pearls became dull and their surfaces seemed covered with a layer of gray mist.

Yunxiao quickly reminded: "Brother, be careful, this old Taoist is using innate evil energy."

"What is innate evil spirit?"

"I heard from my teacher that when the world was first created, boundless evil energy was raging in the primeval world. As many innate spiritual treasures and innate gods were born one after another, the world gradually stabilized. Brother's Dinghai Pearl was the spiritual treasure that suppressed the innate evil energy at that time. I don't know what Randeng's background is. Although the innate evil energy is strong, there is no need to worry. He cannot mobilize this overbearing evil energy for a long time." Zhao Gongming nodded, indicating that he understood.

He cast several spells to dispel the evil spirit that had contaminated the Dinghai Pearl.

There has been an innate evil spirit being cultivated in Ran Deng's body. This is one of the old coffin's trump cards. This evil spirit has been in the coffin since the creation of the world. It is an extremely vicious existence. Now that it is mobilized, he himself feels very uncomfortable.

He was forced into a corner and had no choice but to fight to the death for his own path.

Zhao Gongming was forced to retreat with a palm. He endured the discomfort and the corpse of the Golden Crow was released again. He slapped his forehead and a Taoist with a sinister face and wearing a black Taoist robe walked out of his Niwan Palace.

"Fellow Daoist, please help me today."

His evil corpse calmly took the Qiankun ruler and said, "You and I are one, so why bother talking?"

The evil corpse of Ran Deng blocked Zhao Gongming, and the Qiankun Ruler and Dinghai Pearl moved back and forth, fighting in a group. Ran Deng himself controlled the corpse of the Golden Crow to conduct various tests, looking for the flaws in the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, trying to break the formation.

Deng Chanyu and the others were still watching the battle. As bystanders, they could see clearly that Ran Deng was preparing to break the formation with all his strength.

Daji and Yunxiao whispered a few words, and Yunxiao nodded: "Please help me, sister."

Daji took out the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen. These two magical treasures are of the same nature as Jiang Ziya's List of the Gods and the Divine Whip. They are both set-type magical treasures.

The Investiture of the Gods is a heavenly book, and the Book of Life and Death is a human book.

The Book of Life and Death cannot control the immortals and gods, but the six paths of reincarnation in the underworld have expanded their own management authority. With the help of the heavenly path among the six paths, the Book of Life and Death can slightly influence the Golden Crow.

I can't control you, but I can summon you.

Daji asked Deng Chanyu, "What is the name of this Golden Crow?"

Deng Chanyu opened her eyes to look.

The ghost fire of the underworld replaced the golden flame of the sun to control the body of the Golden Crow. Now this guy can be called the Black Golden Crow, or the Ghost Golden Crow.

The Golden Crow was originally black, and now it is even blacker than charcoal.

"It's pitch black, I can't see anything at all. Wait, let me try it out."

Deng Chanyu used the Eight-Nine Profound Art to transform into the appearance of "Big Brother" of the Golden Crow and whistled at the Ghost Golden Crow.

The general meaning is "Don't sleep anymore, get up and have fun!"

The corpse still had some instinct. Hearing the familiar cry, Ghost Golden Crow looked towards "Big Brother" in a daze.

Deng Chanyu caught the hint of instinct in the eyes of the Golden Crow. As an expert on the Golden Crow, she recognized the true identity of the corpse.

"No one understands the Golden Crow better than me. The names of the Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow during his lifetime were Bo Yan, Zhong Lang, Shu Kun, Ji Yan, Xian Rui, Lu Jun, Ya Qiong, De Shen, Ren Jing, and You Wen. This is the old Si Ji Yan."

Daji found Ji Yan's name and quickly added a few strokes after the name, which roughly meant to summon Ji Yan to go to the Palace of Yama.

As she put pen to paper, the next moment, the Ghost Gate of the Underworld, which was over ten feet high and decorated with the heads of evil spirits, opened wide. Hundreds of ghost officials shouted in unison, threw out many chains and ropes, tied up the corpse of the Golden Crow, and dragged it into the Underworld.

They were all skilled workers. Deng Chanyu once again turned into the "big brother" and whistled. "Old Four" hesitated for a moment and was then dragged away by the ghost officials from the underworld.

(End of this chapter)