Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 47 The Four Generals of the Demon Family
Deng Chanyu didn't have any rope-like magic weapon in her hand, so she could only use the Bu Tian Stone to turn into a mountain to press down.

After much thought, I decided not to use the name Five Elements Mountain.

Wen Zhong was ecstatic. He had originally thought that the battle would take many years, but now it seemed that he could return to the capital after just a few more days.

"Excellent! Excellent! Miss Deng is truly a goddess. You captured the bandit leader in your first battle. I admire you immensely!"

After saying this, he looked at Deng Chanyu strangely. "What's the point of using a big rock to crush the thief leader? How are you going to deal with him?"

Deng Chanyu coughed and said, "This thief is very strong. If we don't use magic weapons to suppress him, I'm afraid he will escape."

She did not have any magic weapon for killing, and her weapon was made of ordinary iron. She did not have the treatment like Huang Tianxiang who used Laojun furnace to forge a spear.

She had tried before, but Yuan Fugong could not be killed using conventional means.

When the head is chopped off, white steam comes out of the cavity, and in the blink of an eye, a new head appears. It's very scary.
She felt that she had tried her best. After all, the commander of the army was Wen Zhong, and whether Yuan Futong was dead or alive had nothing to do with her.

Hand this guy over to Master Wen, and the consequences will be yours.

Wen Zhong felt that this logical relationship was completely correct. As the commander-in-chief of the army, he should be responsible for these matters.

As a disciple of the Golden Spirit Mother, one of the four direct disciples of Master Tongtian, his family background was quite wealthy. Knowing that there were many demon tribes in the north, he specially prepared two demon-binding ropes.

Deng Chanyu moved the Sky-Bulding Stone away, and he used the Demon-Binding Rope to tie up Yuan Futong tightly.

"You relied on magic weapons to defeat me, I don't accept it! If you have the guts, let me go, and let's fight one on one!" Yuan Futong was extremely angry, his eyes turned red with anger.

Deng Chanyu looked calm and said, "What does it have to do with me whether you accept it or not?"
She had already begun to wonder: if she had dealt with Yuan Futong, would that mean she had fulfilled Nuwa's mission and could return to the mountain? Or would she have to wait a year? With the Cuiguang Liangyi Lantern, there was no shortage of spiritual energy for cultivation anywhere. However, without a teacher's guidance, the problems encountered during cultivation were difficult to resolve.

Wen Zhong has been in the world for seventy years, and he doesn't care whether you, Yuan Futong, obey him or not.

The old master is very particular about ritual.

He raised the tent and gathered the troops, even calling Li Jing from Chentang Pass. Wen Zhong read out King Zhou's decree to punish the rebels, listed several major crimes, and then ordered Yuan Futong to be escorted out of the gate and beheaded in public.

"Kill!" He threw out the command arrow.

The one who finally got this task was Mo Liqing.

The future Southern Heavenly King of Growth was twenty-four feet tall, which was almost eight meters tall. An eight-meter-tall giant was trying to chop down a two-meter-tall old ape, and Mo Liqing certainly couldn't bend over to do it, as that would be too ugly.

He tied Yuan Futong to the flagpole in front of the gate, and under the watchful eyes of many soldiers, he held the Qingyun sword, which was as thick as a door panel, and chopped it off Yuan Futong's neck.

"Puff" Yuan Futong's head fell to the ground, but just like a replica of the previous one, white smoke came out of his cavity, and in the blink of an eye, a new head grew out.

"Hahahaha - a bunch of incompetent rats!" Yuan Futong laughed wildly.

Mo Liqing felt utterly ashamed. Fuming with rage, he chanted a spell, and a layer of flames appeared on the Qingyun Sword. He slashed again, but his head fell off again, and his neck was also singed by the flames. However, a new head grew back, accompanied by white smoke. What should he do?

The eight-meter-tall giant looked towards the tent.

"Brother, let me do it!" The second brother Mo Lihong shook the magic weapon Hunyuan Umbrella, and the black fog with corrosive function spread out, surrounding Yuan Futong. But no matter how the fog corroded, the other party was like taking a bath, happy and not caring at all.

Mo Lihong became anxious, and held up the umbrella, directly put Yuan Futong into it, and then shook it violently like a sieve!
When he shook it for the thirty-sixth time, a huge crack suddenly appeared on the umbrella of Hunyuan Umbrella. Yuan Futong, who was tightly tied up by the Demon Binding Rope, relied on his steel teeth to bite through the Hunyuan Umbrella and got out.

“My umbrella!!”

The third brother, Mo Lihai, plucked his jade pipa quickly, and the captivating sound waves made Yuan Futong miserable. The fourth brother, Mo Lishou, released his marten at the right time. This was a natural species that grew when it encountered wind. The small marten turned into the size of a white elephant and swallowed the dizzy Yuan Futong in one gulp.

The four brothers looked at each other, and all felt that this was a sure thing, and couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile.

The next moment, the fourth brother Mo Lishou screamed, and his spotted marten, which was as big as an elephant, rolled on the ground in pain, with its belly bulging high, as if something was trying to come out.

"What should I do? Grand Tutor, General Deng, and Commander Li, please lend a hand and save my marten!" Mo Lishou was so anxious that he was sweating all over. His second brother Mo Lihong's umbrella was also broken, but it was a dead object, and he could find a master who was good at repairing magic weapons to fix it. The exotic species like the flower marten was dead, and even if he went to the underworld to plead for mercy, no one would resurrect the marten for him.

An eight-meter-tall giant knelt on the ground, begging for help from several people who knew Taoism.

Wen Zhong couldn't think of any way to save the marten. Li Jing wanted to take this opportunity to befriend the four generals of the Demon Clan, but he only knew the Five Elements Escape Technique. He couldn't possibly let him slip into the marten's belly and pull Yuan Futong out, could he? He was afraid that if he failed to save the marten, he would be implicated himself.

The rest are ordinary generals who don’t know any Taoist magic at all.

Ju Liusun, who is hiding in the dark, does have a way, but the four generals of the Mo family are all from the Jie Religion. Is he so bored that he would go and save the people from the Jie Religion?
Deng Chanyu, who was closing her eyes to comprehend the [Mysterious Sutra], had an indifferent attitude towards the matter. Seeing that everyone was helpless, she thought for a moment and decided to lend a hand and earn a favor.

"I'll try."

She took out the Cuiguang Liangyi Lamp, and the light green halo was like waves. The yin and yang energies hit the marten directly, knocking out both the marten and Yuan Futong inside. Then she grabbed the marten's tail, tilted her head down, and shook it out, and soon shook the unconscious Yuan Futong out.

"Thank you! Thank you, General Deng! Thank you!" The four generals of the Mo family bowed in unison to express their gratitude.

Ju Liusun, who was observing in the dark, exclaimed again, "Good guy!"

There was a large formation blocking my view before, so I couldn’t see clearly. Now I can see it clearly, the Green Light Yin-Yang Lantern!

This is the innate spiritual lamp that is as famous as Laozi's Eight Scenery Palace Lantern, Yuanshi Tianzun's Yuxu Colored Glass Lamp, and Randeng Taoist's Coffin Palace Lantern.

Laozi and Yuanshi Tianzun have many magic weapons, and they really don’t care about the spiritual lamps in their hands, but others are not like this.

As a fellow Chan sect member, Ju Liusun naturally knew the Chan sect's vice-chairman, the Taoist Master Ran Deng. He knew that the coffin palace lantern was Ran Deng's companion spiritual treasure. Although it lacked a wick, the Taoist Master Ran Deng usually took great care of it. Borrowing the lantern? Are you kidding! Who are you?

Now Ju Liusun saw the fourth innate spiritual lamp on this woman surnamed Deng. This level of magic weapon was used to save a broken mink. He really had nothing to say. For the first time, he felt that the Chan Sect was not so good.

(End of this chapter)