Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 422 The Blood Sea is Causing Trouble Again
Deng Chanyu walked into the mourning hall and looked around at the yin energy here. Even she felt that the yin energy was too heavy.

She grabbed Daji's hand and asked, "Are you okay?"

The judges and ghost messengers either lowered their heads or looked out the window.

“The scenery over there is quite nice.”

"Yeah, yeah. Hey, why does that ghost have two heads?"

".Are those two ghosts? Let me go and take a look!"

"Go together, go together!"

Daji felt a little embarrassed, and she couldn't maintain the pressure of the king. She nodded and signaled that she was working here and asked him not to mess around.

"Isn't this because I'm worried about you? Are you sure that there are a large number of dead souls that haven't entered the underworld?"

Daji nodded, a hint of fatigue in her expression. "The ghost soldiers have investigated and it seems that a large number of souls have been lost. It seems that in addition to the Conferred God List and the Underworld, there are also unknown forces absorbing the souls of the dead."

Although it is said to be an unknown force, Deng Chanyu and Daji actually know very well that there is only one company that can snatch business from the mouth of the underworld these days, and that is the Boundless Sea of ​​Blood. To be more specific, it is the ancestor of the Styx.

"Has that old guy regained his sanity?" Deng Chanyu had once used Minghe's own inner demons to make this guy fall into a state of mental confusion.

That level of inner demon cannot be cured by a couple of electric shocks in a mental hospital. As the saying goes, the higher the virtue, the higher the demon. The stronger the strength, the more terrifying the inner demon.

The boundless sea of ​​blood is not a good place. If the ancestor of the Styx were to accuse him of something, as the first creature born in the boundless sea of ​​blood, he carried original sin when he transformed from this filthy place.

Previously, the boundless sea of ​​blood abducted Yuan Futong's soul, and the residual soul of Hong Yun was suspected to be hidden in the 480 million clones of the Blood God in the Styx.

As a remnant of the old era, the Styx often leaves the bugs that the prehistoric system has not cleaned up completely just to disgust people.

Previously, Deng Chanyu used the demon-summoning banner to contact the underworld, and they said that the nine-tailed pheasant spirit had gone to reincarnate. A few days ago, Daji specifically investigated this matter and found that the chicken spirit disappeared on the way to reincarnation, without anyone knowing. It disappeared out of thin air.

If the Nine-tailed Pheasant Spirit had not suddenly traveled to another world, then her destination must have been the boundless sea of ​​blood. Before, the sea of ​​blood could only abduct the souls that were about to enter the underworld, but now it dares to attack the reincarnation function of the underworld. The information revealed behind this is worth pondering.

Deng Chanyu asked, "What did the Empress say?"

Daji said sternly, "Teacher is currently clearing out the Asura clan's hidden forces in the underworld and has made some discoveries. However, as you know, the Wu clan is not well suited for this kind of work."

The witch clan has no special skills except fighting.

Smelting, planting and herding are all for the purpose of fighting better, not because of the love for these jobs.

The underworld's management of the dead is extremely lax. It doesn't matter how much work you do, who wants to work more? You, the Blood Sea, want the dead souls? Then I'll give them to you. I can relax. But there's a limit to this indulgence. Right now, the boundless Blood Sea is devouring the dead souls like crazy. If the dead stop entering the underworld in the long run, it will undoubtedly shake the foundation of the six realms of reincarnation, which is unbearable.

Deng Chanyu and Daji waited patiently for more than ten days, but the news from the underworld became increasingly ominous.

Xuanming, the ancestor of ice, personally led a team to investigate in the sea of ​​blood. He killed people seven times but did not find anything.

As a registered King of Hell, Daji enjoyed many of the advantages of the underworld, even relying on them to escape the catastrophe of the Conferred Gods. Now that the underworld is in trouble, she, as a disciple of Lady Pingxin, has no choice but to help. Should a saint do everything? Then what's the point of having disciples and subordinates?
Putting aside the task of praying for the souls of the fallen soldiers, Daji headed to the underworld overnight.

Deng Chanyu originally planned to lend her the twelve Dinghai Pearls for self-defense, but Daji refused. There were many people in the underworld who were more capable than her, and they really did not need her fighting power. This time she went back to let Di Ting collect intelligence, and then she would help to come up with ideas. If one day it was her turn as a rookie to use magic weapons to fight, the situation in the underworld would definitely be devastated to an extreme level, and at that time the saints could take action, but it was far from that point now.

"Okay, then you should be careful and run away if there is any danger." After giving a few instructions, Deng Chanyu said nothing else. For Daji, returning to the underworld was like going home. There would be a crisis on the battlefield in Xuzhou, but it was almost impossible for a crisis to occur in the underworld.

People like Daji are not afraid of death. Generally, she cannot be killed. Even if she dies, she can be resurrected with full health on the spot. There is really nothing to worry about.

After seeing Daji off, Deng Chanyu picked up another official document.

It was sent from Hanzhong. Shang and Zhou were at war. Although Luo Xuan and Luo Sha Nu both had the word "Luo" in their names, they were not relatives. One set the fire and the other fanned the flames, and now the war was in full swing.

A large number of soldiers fell ill, and there were not enough medicinal materials in Hanzhong, so they had to be recruited from Shu County again.

Deng Chanyu used the monarch's offline method to govern Shu, and indeed accumulated a lot of medicinal materials. At this time, she picked up her pen to write a reply to Huang Feihu.

“The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish.”

Just medicinal herbs, sell them! Sell them for a high price!
Xuanyuan Tomb.

The nine-tailed fox spirit was lying lazily. Deng Chanyu asked her to pay attention to and inquire about Kunpeng's whereabouts. She was busy for a while, but later found that Deng Chanyu was not very concerned about this matter, so she just fished for three days and dried the net for two days to fool around.

At this time, seven or eight little foxes surrounded her, the grandmother, and whispered to each other. All the information about the monsters from all over the place was gathered to her.

Foxes may be weak in combat, but their charm and eloquence are considerable, allowing them to befriend people of all races. Foxes are companions, while dogs are loyal, and their social networks are extensive.

The nine-tailed fox spirit waved her hand, and the little foxes ran away chirping.

Apart from the zodiac guardian gods that all ethnic groups are talking about, there is nothing big about the rest, so just lie down.

Sudden.

A strange yet familiar voice sounded behind me.

"Sister, long time no see."

The nine-tailed fox spirit turned around suddenly and saw the nine-headed pheasant spirit's erratic face.

She was horrified. Bai Ze had said that the Nine-headed Pheasant Demon was dead. She had also asked about it before, taking advantage of the relationship between her and Deng Chanyu. All her good sisters had gone to reincarnation, so who was this person now?
The nine-tailed fox spirit was mentally strong enough to be alive until today. She shook her shoulders and prepared to transform into her original form and escape. No sisterhood was more important than her own life, and this was not a question of sisterhood at the moment.

A hand made of blood suddenly grabbed her tail, and the nine-tailed fox spirit felt that the magic power in her body suddenly became sluggish. Before she could release her charm, the nine-headed pheasant spirit transformed into a human form grabbed her neck.

"Good sister, let me drink a mouthful of your blood, just one mouthful." The nine-tailed fox spirit felt her throat being bitten by sharp fangs, and her fox spirit flowed into the other's mouth along with the blood. She became weaker and weaker, and finally her head tilted and she fainted.

(End of this chapter)