Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 455: Merit of Creation

Kong Xin Liu was shocked: "Impossible! I have already used the curse to kill! Even the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian cannot be immune to this kind of damage. If you are not dead, then who was killed by this curse?"

In the Yellow River tributary of the prehistoric world.

Feng Yi was recovering from his injuries. Before, Nezha chased him with the Qiankun Ring and beat him up. Fortunately, he had a lot of blood and was called away by Deng Chanyu after being attacked by this evil star. Otherwise, he might not have come back alive.

Feng Yi felt that he had not completed the task assigned to him by Luo Shen and was in a bad mood.

"What are you daydreaming about? Pour some wine!" He ordered the clam girl beside him to pour him some wine.

As soon as he took a sip of the wine, Feng Yi threw away the wine glass with a cry of "Ouch". The clam girl was so scared that she knelt down and begged for mercy, but Feng Yi didn't even look at them. Instead, he looked at his arm in horror.

His arm was injured by Nezha, and flesh and scales were scattered everywhere. At this time, several strange black lines suddenly appeared on the wound on his arm. Soon, the black lines spread throughout his body. Feng Yi opened his mouth to say something, but when the words came to his lips, his lips and tongue became extremely stiff. In less than three breaths, he lost all his vitality and turned into a human-shaped rotten wood. The clam girl was frightened and touched it subconsciously. The rotten wood shattered on the spot and turned into ashes.

Deng Chanyu didn’t know that the scapegoat was dead, and even if she knew, she wouldn’t care.

At this moment, both of her hands were placed on a crystal clear object like crystal.

This is the merit of creation that was solidified by Yang Mei and then secretly collected by Kong Xinliu!
If it were in the ancient world, merit and creation merit would never be allowed to exist in this form, but this is the world of Shen'ao, the rules of heaven are different, and no matter how powerful Hongjun Laodeng is, he cannot control this place.

Deng Chanyu is now equivalent to Run out.
The hollow willow had long ago planted a root in this world. When Yang Mei was forced to leave the Shen'ao world by Deng Chanyu and Nuwa, it abandoned its body and transferred its consciousness onto this root. It grew again in the Shen'ao world, collecting merits from the creation of the world and improving its own cultivation.

All its hard work has now benefited Deng Chanyu.

How much merit does this colorful crystal, which is more than one meter tall, have?

Originally, the Measuring Ruler had 10% of the merits of the creation of the universe. Later, this 10% of the merits was used by Yang Mei to open up the world of Shen'ao. This 10% was divided into ten parts, and now there is a little more than one part left.

This is equivalent to it holding 10% of the shares in the big company Honghuang. It was deceived by a scumbag and lost everything. Now, after being taken over by the honest man Deng Chanyu, it finally got back a little more than 1% of the shares through piecemeal efforts. Together with its own last capital, it still has 2% left, but this 2% has to be divided with Deng Chanyu.

"I just want a little, just a little!" Someone assured again and again, and then sucked up half of the colorful crystal.

The amount she absorbed was less than 1%. If quantified in numbers, Deng Chanyu accounted for 0.6% of the merits of the creation of the ancient world.

Hollow Willow realized she was still alive and shook herself like crazy.

After following Yang Mei for so many years, it has also learned some knowledge of space. At this time, countless space channels appeared out of thin air inside the tree heart, which were intricate and complicated. It seemed that it was ready to use this method to cut Deng Chanyu in its body into pieces.

Since you dare to come in, you must have something to rely on.

Deng Chanyu took out the Taiyi Dao Palace from the Cuiguang Liangyi Lamp. This Donghuang's training place could float countless epochs in the chaos. It was extremely solid. It just had a little magical power of space cutting, which was nothing.

Deng Chanyu entered the Taoist Palace holding the merit of opening the sky, and hung the Cuiguang Liangyi Lamp on the wall of the Donghuang Hall. The golden flame of the sun began to burn the hollow willow from the inside.

Hollow willow? I'll turn you into a heartburn willow!

She took out the Nuwa cushion and stopped caring about the affairs outside the palace. She focused on her cultivation and refining this bit of merit from the creation of the world. The amount was indeed small, but with many things, having and not having are two different concepts.

If it were in the prehistoric world, it might be difficult for her to refine this thing. Who knows what Hongjun Laodeng is thinking? Maybe he will arrange another enemy to block her way. But now she is in the Shen'ao world, so she is not afraid. Shen'ao no longer has any self-consciousness and it is impossible for him to jump out and bite her. She can make the matter a fait accompli first and then return to the prehistoric world.

The level of the merit of opening the sky is much higher than ordinary merit.

Although the amount was small, the improvement it gave her was immeasurable.

The merits of Heaven's Way were very gentle, as if it was taking her through the process of creation of the world again. It seemed that Pangu had only used all his strength to strike with an axe, but in fact, the number and breadth of the paths involved were completely beyond her understanding.

For her, endless insights emerged in an instant.

Sudden enlightenment? Harmony between man and nature? She was nature now, so what else could she be united with?

Countless avenues appeared before her eyes, and she seemed to be traveling freely in the ocean of knowledge. Before, "avenue" and "path" were all nouns. Knowing the word also gave her a rough idea of ​​the direction. But now it was different. Now she could ignore many interferences. The avenue had breathing and pulse in her perception, and she could "communicate" with it as if she was facing a real living being.

She stayed in a state of complete harmony with the Tao. It seemed like only a moment, yet it also seemed like a long time had passed.

Endless power emerged from the deepest part of her soul. The second of the three flowers on her head, representing the "Qi" flower of magic power, reached perfection and smoothly returned to the Xuanguan acupoint. Then the third flower, representing the "Shen" flower of divine consciousness and spirituality, also showed signs of breaking out of the ground.

The three flowers gathering at the top of the head, which represents the achievement of the Golden Immortal Fruit, is only one step away.

The progress was a little faster than she had expected, so she quickly stopped and looked outside the Taoist Palace.

The hollow willow attacked the Taiyi Taoist Palace like crazy, even using its roots to pierce its trunk from the outside. Now the trunk was riddled with holes, all of which were caused by itself. Scorching flames kept erupting from the holes, which were burned by the Taiyi Taoist Palace.
Now it depends on who can’t hold on first.

Deng Chanyu didn't want to persist. She wanted to kill the enemy quickly and then concentrate on practicing.

She walked out of the Taoist palace, the measuring ruler slowly rotating in her palm.

"Little thief! I'm going to tear you apart alive!"

Deng Chanyu leisurely surveyed her surroundings. "I heard that the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree of Zhunti Saint was forged from his own innate Gengjin Tree. Brother Ruler, if I bring this tree back to the prehistoric world, can I also forge a tree-shaped innate spiritual treasure? How about calling it the Eight Treasures Wonderful Tree?"

The Heaven-Measure Ruler was quite resentful of her swallowing half of the Creation Merit, and now seemed to enjoy discouraging her enthusiasm: "Let's not talk about whether you have the technique to refine the weapon. Even if you did, the way you hold the treasure tree doesn't seem like a saint to me."

"What's that like?"

"Like a street sweeper."

"You must be jealous of me!"

(End of this chapter)