Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 45: The Map of Mountains and Rivers (Extra chapter for the leader, Clam)

Eight thousand people cannot actually form the Tianmen Formation, which requires a minimum of 30,000 troops.

Although the soldiers were elite, they were not familiar with the formation and had to rely on the bean soldiers to lead the way. At this time, they were all dizzy and the changes in the formation seemed particularly sluggish.

The formation can only exert less than 30% of its power, but it is enough to deal with Bifang.

Bifang, who was using his flying claws to kill the captain of the Deng family, felt dizzy. The burly woman who was like a stone pillar disappeared out of thin air. Seventy-two small formations separated him and his men. Deng Xiu completed the Qinglong formation first, leading 108 swordsmen and axemen, accompanied by a burst of flying sand and rocks, and attacked from three directions, with every sword strike aiming at Bifang's vital points.

After fighting for several rounds, Xiao Qiao's Jade Maiden Formation, the Black Tortoise Formation and the Liuhe Formation led by many Deng family captains also surrounded them.

It seemed that the Deng family had 8,000 people fighting against 10,000 rebels, but in fact they used a large formation to divide the enemy. In each battlefield, there were about 180 people surrounding and beating a dozen people.

"The gate of heaven reopens, the two yin and yang, separate!" Deng Chanyu presided over the formation, constantly exerting power on the formation. Through the green light of the two yin and yang lamps, the yang force was injected into the soldiers' bodies, making them all extremely powerful. The yin force communicated with the souls in the formation, and it turned into a ghost formation. Bifang's deputy general, who was also one of the seventy-two princes and was good at driving two pythons, was trapped in the formation by the souls. He lost his sense of direction and flew around like a headless fly.

The Tianmen Formation was like a constantly spinning top, with corpses of rebel soldiers being thrown out of the formation from time to time. The Shang generals were in different moods, but they were generally happy. With such powerful friendly forces, suppressing the rebellion would surely be smooth. It was just that they would not get the credit this time.

Master Wen was the happiest, for he had made no shortage of merits. The old master had fought from south to north and from east to west all year round, and was truly exhausted. Unlike Jiang Ziya and Li Jing, he was still on the path to immortality. Previously, he had only said that he would hone himself in the mortal world for a few years and then return to the mountains, but he had not expected that this training would last for seventy years.

Every time he says, "After this battle, I will go back to the mountains to practice," but in the end the battle is never over.

The old Grand Tutor looked at the formation. Even with the divine eyes on his forehead, he could not see through the truth of the formation. He could only get a rough idea. However, he knew that Deng Chanyu had gained the upper hand and it was only a matter of time before the rebel vanguard was completely wiped out.

As he was watching, suddenly, a large group of cavalry suddenly rushed out from the darkness, led by a general with white face, green hair, a three-inch short beard under his chin, wearing a beast-faced golden armor, a delicate lion belt, and riding a white-browed tiger with hanging eyes. This enemy general held a water and fire iron stick in his hand, led more than three thousand cavalrymen, and charged straight into the formation, directly targeting Deng Chanyu who was in charge of the formation.

"Oh no! It's Yuan Futong!" Wen Zhong was shocked. He picked up the male and female whips, slapped the head of the sitting Mo Qilin, and was about to enter the formation to help Deng Chanyu.

The remaining Shang generals watching the battle were also shocked, but more of a surprise. What a great opportunity! Deng Chanyu was now carrying Yuan Futong. If they found the right opportunity, they might be able to take Yuan Futong's head!

The four generals of the Mo family followed Master Wen closely, took big strides, and rushed into the formation like giants.

Master and disciple Juliusun and Tuxingsun, who had arrived at Chentang Pass early, were also surprised.

The doctrines of the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect are different, and there are many disagreements among the disciples of both sides. After all, Deng Chanyu's Mount Li is not closely related to the Three Pure Ones. In the army, seniority is not discussed, only military law is discussed, which is acceptable.

Red lotus, white lotus root, green lotus leaf, the three religions are originally one family. As a second-generation disciple of the Chan Sect, Ju Liusun can't pretend to be confused. The uncle is the uncle, and the nephew is the nephew. He can't be so servile as to obey the orders of the third-generation disciple of the Jie Sect.

Taibai Jinxing recounted the demonic rebellion at both Nuwa Palace and Yuxu Palace, using a humble tone, using the narrative of the Heavenly Court seeking help from the Saint. The Saint was fully aware of the situation. Nuwa had sent Deng Chanyu, and Yuanshi Tianzun, seeing that Nuwa had already sent someone, felt that ignoring the matter would seem like a disrespect to Haotian. In his eyes, the Heavenly Court was indifferent, but the Daoist Patriarch behind Haotian couldn't ignore it, and since the matter wasn't serious, he immediately sent the "involved" Ji Liusun to make the trip. In the spirit of training his apprentice, Ji Liusun also brought Tu Xingsun along.

Ju Liusun looked down on Wen Zhong and was not prepared to explain to this third-generation disciple of Jiejiao. The saint asked me to come here, and now you can't see it. That's your problem. It's enough for the saint to know. I, Ju Liusun, am only responsible to the higher-ups. It doesn't matter whether you, Wen Zhong, know it or not.

Now seeing Yuan Futong appear, he was shocked at first, and then he was overjoyed. If Yuan Futong could be dealt with, the rebels would no longer be a force to be reckoned with, and he could just deal with them a few more times and then return to the mountain.

If he could go back, he wouldn't want to wander around outside. What if he got involved in a great disaster in the mortal world?
Ju Liusun didn't bother to explain to his apprentice. He drew out his two swords and prepared to join the battle to capture Yuan Futong.

"Yuan Futong? Does he look like this?" Deng Chanyu had long noticed that someone was hiding in the dark and spying on her formation, but she didn't know who it was. Now that the enemy has appeared, it will be easy to deal with.

She didn't have Wen Zhong's divine eyes, but she could still get a general idea of ​​what was going on by looking at his appearance and demonic aura.

Is this Yuan Futong a monkey transformed into a spirit? Looking at his glaring eyes, his rage is already off the charts before they even fight. You can tell at a glance that he's a ruthless person.

Yuan Futong had been able to fight with Wen Zhong for fifteen years, so needless to say, he was definitely more powerful than her who had only practiced for two and a half months. There was no chance of competing in Taoism or martial arts. There was no need for embroidery needles or sky-repairing stones. Deng Chanyu could kill with one move.

"You deserve to be in my hands, you old monkey! You must not have checked the almanac before you went out today. Remember my words: this day next year will be the anniversary of your death!"

Seeing Yuan Futong swinging the iron rod, no one could match him. In just a few breaths, more than a hundred Deng family soldiers died in his hands. This guy almost broke through the formation by his own strength. She immediately took out her life-saving magic weapon.

Map of mountains and rivers and the country!
Deng Chanyu held the scroll in her right hand, and as she recited the incantation, the scroll slowly unfolded.

Like flowing water, the ancient ink-and-wash landscape painting silently covered the Tianmen Formation and then quickly spread to the surroundings.

Then a green curtain was seen that not only covered the Tianmen Formation, but also covered the Chentang Pass behind it and the area within a radius of ten thousand miles.

"What magic weapon is this?!"

The fat black man Ju Liusun was shocked. He looked up at the sky and found that the sun he had been looking at for countless years had disappeared. Instead, there was an ancient scroll hanging on the sky that looked like a mountain but not a mountain, and like water but not water.

"Isn't this the Map of Mountains, Rivers, and States? How did it come to this?" As one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, he had some discernment. After eliminating a few impossibilities, the remaining one was the answer. He looked in astonishment at the vast scroll above him, then at the immortal rope in his hand. "My fate as a Golden Immortal is truly miserable."
More is to want to cry but no tears, we are just fighting Yuan Futong, are you okay? As for using this level of treasure?

(End of this chapter)