Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 366: The Fall of Jade Cauldron
Cihang sensed the danger and did not bother to scold Puxian for not respecting the friendship of fellow disciples. He hurriedly took out the Jade Purification Bottle, trying to use this innate spiritual treasure to block the Black Sword.

The bottle blocked the sword, and he was prepared for the jade bottle to be damaged.

With a crisp "clang" sound, the sword blade hit the jade bottle, but instead of damaging the bottle, it slid to the other end at an accelerated speed.

"Not good!" Cihang wanted to use the Jade Purification Bottle's self-contained space feature to stop the Black Blade Sword, but the Black Blade Sword was made by refining the body of the Blood-winged Black Mosquito. It not only had the ability to conceal its breath, but was also incredibly fast.

The sword blade lightly touched the belly of the jade bottle, then suddenly accelerated, and pushed by a cloud of blood mist, stabbed towards Jade Ding Zhenren who was watching the battle in the distance.

The pitch-black long sword passed by in front of him. Yang Jian's eyes could not keep up with the high speed of the sword, but the divine eyes on his forehead saw a little haze. When the sword was closest to him, he could even smell the pungent smell of blood from the barbs on the blade.

Without thinking too much, he flew forward and tried to grab the sword, even if it meant cutting his palm and polluting his body.

His movements were quite fast, but the Black Sword was even faster.

His palm only caught the afterimage of the Black Sword, and the blade pierced through Jade Ding Zhenren's chest in the next moment.

The instinct of the black-winged blood mosquito was activated, and the sword blade turned blood red all over, as if it could breathe. Endless blood lines pierced through the chest and abdomen. In less than two breaths, all the blood in Jade Ding Zhenren's heart was sucked dry, and a blood hole the size of a fist appeared in his chest cavity.

The immortals of the Chan sect were greatly shocked.

Yang Jian, Huang Long, Ci Hang and others who were close by were stunned for a moment.

Guangchengzi and Chijingzi, who had been watching from the sidelines, quickly revealed themselves. How dare this Taoist Mosquito? How dare he kill a Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect? Wasn't he afraid of the Saint's wrath?!
"Brother!"

"Junior brother!"

"Master!"

"You evil creature, die!" Guangchengzi was furious. He didn't care about killing too many people or the problem of cause and effect. He directly used the Fantian Seal, which fell from the sky and smashed towards the Mosquito Taoist.

The Fantian Seal stirred up the blood clouds that had enveloped the Netherworld Blood Sea for countless eons. The heavy force made the immortals feel a sense of panic before it even landed.

The old man of the Styx, who had been mentally ill recently, looked towards the Xielian Mountain. The strong murderous intent made his expression show a trace of clarity.

Mara, Brahma, Shiva and other powerful beings in the sea of ​​blood all felt it.

Pingxin and Xuanming looked at each other and said, "Hmph, just a little trick."

Taoist Mosquito, who was the first to be hit, was horrified. Manjusri, Samantabhadra and Cihang all retreated. He also wanted to run, but the Fantian Seal locked onto his aura and had the special effect of suppressing space. He could only helplessly watch as the Fantian Seal grew bigger and bigger in front of his eyes, and finally fell down completely.

The Fantian Seal was like killing a mosquito, without any ripples, and it turned the Mosquito Taoist into a ball of meat paste.

Guangchengzi frowned slightly, as if something was wrong?

Without thinking too much, he followed the immortals to the side of Jade Ding Zhenren.

Jade Ding Zhenren had a black sword stuck in his chest, his breath was almost gone. The blade was almost parasitic in his body, constantly sucking his blood and essence. Yang Jian was completely panicked, not knowing how to deal with the current situation.

"What should we do? What should we do?" Huang Long was even more panicked than him.

As the middle-aged Taoist priest Jade Ding lost a lot of essence and blood, his appearance quickly turned into that of an old man. His face became more and more old, his skin became loose, and his body became hunched.

"My uncles and uncles, please save my master!" Yang Jian was extremely anxious.

Cihang quickly took out a few drops of nectar and poured them into the mouth of the jade tripod.

Yu Ding's face turned visibly redder, but as the Black Blade Sword absorbed the energy, this part of his vitality was taken away again.

This sword is too strange. Pull it out? Yu Ding might die immediately. But if he doesn't pull it out? It seems he will die too.

Guangchengzi fed Master Yuding a Nine-Turn Golden Pill and an Eight-Turn Heart-Concentrating Pill, but the effect was only to keep Yuding awake. It was not even a temporary solution, let alone a cure.

All the five energies in Jade Ding Zhenren's chest were sucked away, and the blood poison that had been suppressed before raged again. He was trapped both internally and externally, and his death was only a matter of time, and this time was even very short.

The Xianjiao immortals were helpless. Jiang Ziya also stood aside as an invisible man. Yang Jian even glanced at him. As the chosen one of the Conferred Gods, could he save my master? Jiang Ziya shook his head secretly. So many of his brothers were helpless. What could he, a mortal with a level 5 trumpet, do?
Taiyi Zhenren lowered his voice and said: "I still have a lotus Dharma body here, perhaps..."

Jade Ding Zhenren's current problem is that his Dao body has been destroyed and is about to return to its original form. If his Xiantian Divine Cauldron was intact, he could have found a place to absorb the essence of heaven and earth like the Jade Pipa Fairy and still have a chance to be resurrected. The problem is that his cauldron is extremely damaged. If it were to be turned back to its original form, the cauldron would probably shatter in an instant. How could he be resurrected? Resurrection is a farce!
Taiyi Zhenren suggested using the lotus incarnation to enclose the soul and rebuild.

Yu Ding, whose face was becoming increasingly aged, smiled and said, "May I ask, Senior Brother, can the Lotus Dharmakaya attain the Great Dao?"

All the immortals were silent. What great path could a lotus Dharmakaya achieve? The upper limit was the Golden Immortal at best.

In the Great Thousand World, a Golden Immortal can fully claim to be the Ancestor of Dao, but for the immortals of the Chan Sect who came from the ancient times, standing in front of the gate of the Great Dao for tens of millions of years but unable to enter, that ending is too tragic.

"I only think about the great way, nothing else." Jade Ding Zhenren closed his eyes and waited for death. The expressions of the immortals were different. The only ones who were really sad were Yang Jian and Huang Long.

The eyes of all the saints are now focused on the Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain, and everyone is ready to see how Yuanshi Tianzun will respond.

Among them, Tongtian Sect Master's gaze was the most focused. If you do it on the first day, then I can do it on the fifteenth. If you save Yu Ding today, I will do nothing else for the next twenty years and save my disciples every day!
Guangchengzi and his companions had limited cultivation, so it was unrealistic for them to send the dying Jade Ding Zhenren back to Yuxu Palace from the sea of ​​blood. Yuanshi Tianzun could definitely do it. He could just stretch out his hand and pull Jade Ding back for treatment.

Now it depends on whether he wants to save her.

In the original time and space, the Twelve Golden Immortals fell into the Yellow River Formation. In order to continue the tradition of the Chan Sect, Yuanshi Tianzun had to take action. Now there is only a Jade Tripod.
Yuanshi Tianzun sat high on the cloud bed, motionless.

The Immortal of the South Pole and the White Crane Boy sighed secretly. This was Yu Ding's fate, to be in great calamity.

After a cup of tea, Jade Ding Zhenren, who was trapped in the sea of ​​blood, finally came to the end of his life. He wanted to say something to Yang Jian, who looked in pain, but thousands of words came to his lips, but only one sentence turned into: "Take care of yourself. Don't rely on the power of profound skills to venture into dangerous places. You must know that there are always people who can teach you."

Jade Ding Zhenren shook off his soul and spirit, and did not transform into his original body. Instead, he passed away as a Taoist priest, and only his true spirit remained, flying towards the List of Gods.

(End of this chapter)