Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 428: The Power of the Greatest Civilian in the World
After Deng Chanyu knew the truth about the blood mist, she immediately felt confident. She stood in front of the entrance of Luofu Cave, looked around, and then took out a shovel.

These are the tools used to dig Mount Xumi last time. After repairing Guixu, these tools have been contaminated with some merits, but the amount is very small, so small that it can be almost ignored.

At this time, she took out a shovel and started digging at the wall on the left side of the cave entrance.

As the number one civil engineer in the prehistoric world below the saint, she could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with the structure of this cave.

Even Mount Sumeru, which is made of neither iron, copper nor steel, can be dug, let alone Zhao Gongming's cave. In just a few moves, Deng Chanyu dug out a small hole as thick as an arm without destroying the defense formation of Luofu Cave.

After taking a look inside and making sure there was nothing wrong, she shook her shoulders, turned into a mosquito, and went straight in.

Not long after entering the cave, she saw two trees, one was a blood tree and the other was also a blood tree.

This tree is formed by the blood condensed from the immortal's body, and it grows forcefully from the inside, and is full of evil energy.

The two unlucky guys, Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi, seemed to be performing performance art. They each made a weird pose and stood in front of the gate. Their ferocious appearance scared Deng Chanyu.

She raised the merit shovel and looked at the two guys carefully.

As a good neighbor of the prehistoric world, Zhao Gongming usually never returns to the mountain. Deng Chanyu has seen his two disciples, especially Chen Jiugong, who has the same name as Deng Jiugong, so she has a deep impression of him.

I took a second look at it.

It's okay, he still has some energy, but most of his blood, flesh, essence, and magic power have been lost as the blood tree grew. Even if he is saved,
Deng Chanyu slashed the two men's shovels twice, severing the connection between them and the blood tree. She then fed each of them an elixir. Could they survive? She didn't know, but as a passerby, she had done her best.

She ignored the two unlucky guys and continued to turn into a mosquito and fly inside.

"Sister, your resistance is meaningless. Why don't you truly become one with me and discuss the saint's fruit together?" Hong Yun took the initiative and seemed to have no worries about destroying Qiong Xiao's body. She forcibly devoured the massive amount of spiritual energy in Luofu Cave.

It is impossible for a normal immortal to absorb spiritual energy so whole. It needs to be transformed to some extent.

Yunxiao was full of concerns and could not absorb any spiritual energy from the outside world, so he inevitably fell into a disadvantage.

She was also mentally resilient. Even at this point, she had no intention of giving up. While she was in a stalemate with Hong Yun, she was thinking about ways to break the deadlock.

Deng Chanyu, transformed into a mosquito, was lying on her earlobe.

Yunxiao never wears earrings because her ears are relatively small.
Now her neck was stiff, and she felt a strange heat flowing from her tailbone to the back of her head. She felt very uncomfortable and subconsciously wanted to shake her head.

Deng Chanyu whispered, "Don't move, don't move. It's me, your good neighbor, here to save you!"

Yunxiao knew that Deng Chanyu's cave was also in Mount Emei, and that the other party discovering something unusual and coming to the rescue was one of the several feasible plans she had in mind.

At this moment, he suppressed the intense discomfort in his earlobe and did not use the common method of communication between immortals and divine thoughts. Instead, he lowered his voice to the lowest possible level: "Sister, what are you going to do?"

"It's inconvenient to talk like this. Wait until I get into your ear and then we can talk in detail."

"Don't"

Deng Chanyu's execution ability was so strong that it flew directly into her ears.

Yunxiao felt as if thousands of ants were crawling all over her body, and a few strands of hair on her head stood up strangely. Not only her ears, but also her neck and face turned red.

Hong Yun, who was trying to seize her essence, was stunned. What was going on? Fortunately, Yun Xiao was very clever and pretended that his magic power was insufficient, which dispelled Hong Yun's doubts.

She tried to keep her voice calm: "Sister, please save my brother first. He and Bixiao are trapped in the Hunyuan Golden Bowl!"

"What about you?" "Don't worry, I have a plan to escape."

Seeing Yunxiao's determined attitude, Deng Chanyu didn't say anything. She asked about the location of the Hunyuan Golden Bowl, left her ear, and flew into the cave.

Soon, she saw a golden square vessel that was more than half a person's height and was turned upside down and pressed firmly to the ground.

Many ancient texts say that the Hunyuan Golden Bowl is a toilet, but it is not. The prototype of this thing is the clean bucket for giving birth, and the clean bucket cannot be equated with a toilet.

Even if the ancients didn't care about hygiene, they wouldn't use a toilet to deliver a baby, right? Even if they did, they would clean it beforehand, rather than carrying a half-empty toilet.

This thing is very clean, but the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation has the effect of polluting the immortal's magic power, which is why the reputation of the Hunyuan Golden Bowl has been damaged.
Now the upside-down position of the Hunyuan Golden Bowl is far away from Yunxiao and Hongyun, so Deng Chanyu is not worried about being discovered by the enemy. She returns to human form and looks up and down, left and right at this innate spiritual treasure.

The Hunyuan Golden Bowl was pressed firmly against the ground, without a single gap.

She first took out a crowbar and pried it open twice, but it didn't work.

He took out another shovel and wanted to continue digging to hollow out the soil under the Hunyuan Golden Bowl.

Unexpectedly, this thing is very smart and has the function of harmonizing the earth veins. No matter how much soil she digs, the ground will return to its original state in the next moment.

This is troublesome.

What to do? Tang Sanzang and his disciples were trapped in the golden cymbal. How did Sun Wukong rescue them?

She thought for a while, and it seemed that someone had finally used their horns to drill a hole. This trick was very inspiring, but the problem was that she was Yunxiao's only reinforcement now, so where else could she find anyone?
There’s no other way, do it yourself.

Deng Chanyu took out the embroidery needle that she had ground from stones by the Nandu River in the past, used materials on the spot, and used mechanical techniques to make a device similar to a hand drill. She used the embroidery needle as a drill bit, and quickly shook the handle outside the Hunyuan Golden Bowl, drilling it in little by little.

The essence of the embroidery needle is still the iron rod. It can be regarded as a treasure tempered by the Yin and Yang energies of the Old Mother of Mount Li. After being continuously sharpened by Deng Chanyu on the Bu Tian Stone, it now has no other advantages except hardness.

No matter how powerful the Hunyuan Golden Bowl's ability to control the earth veins is, without someone to control it, it will ultimately be no match for an embroidery needle. The needle tip will slowly penetrate into the interior of the Hunyuan Golden Bowl.

"Brother Zhao? Can you hear me, Brother Zhao? If you can, please respond!"

Deng Chanyu called softly into the Hunyuan Golden Bowl.

It’s no wonder that Zhao Gongming has relied on the twenty-four Dinghai Pearls to hold on until now. Although his magic power has been somewhat damaged, his life is not in danger.

He was worried about Bixiao, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker.

Deng Chanyu's voice sounded a little vague to him, and for a moment he couldn't guess who it was.

"Who is Taoist Fellow Taoist?"

"I'm your neighbor, my last name is Wang."

"???"

"Can you follow my needle and get out together?"

The world inside the Hunyuan Golden Bowl was extremely huge. Zhao Gongming looked at the "needle" that almost poked a hole in the sky.

"can."

(End of this chapter)