Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 493 Danzhu
The monsters were not afraid at all. They flapped their wings together, and thousands of winds gathered together to extinguish the Samadhi True Fire.

On the other side, a wave a hundred feet high rose in the giant river that was lifted by the nine-tailed fox spirit, and then a monster that looked like an owl but had human hands and feet flew out of it.

Daji quickly bent her bow and drew an arrow, using the arrow made of paulownia wood to draw a meteor, shooting towards the owl monster's eyes.

The owl monster looked bulky, but its body was actually very flexible. At the critical moment, it tilted its head back, and the arrow drew a blood groove in a place similar to its cheekbone, and then flew away.

Daji asked, "This guy's reaction is really quick, this doesn't seem to be an illusion, right?"

Deng Chanyu took a closer look. In front of them were those weird-looking villagers, and behind them was this owl monster.

"Among those guys in front, some are real villagers from the Huantou Kingdom, and some are imaginary. This guy behind is definitely real."

Daji was a little surprised: "Are you sure? Is this really Emperor Yao's eldest son Danzhu?"

The two of them weren't nervous at all. Deng Chanyu continued, quoting from classics, "Look at it, it's blind in one eye. Wasn't the original Danzhu named Danzhu because it was blind in one eye?"

Daji was very excited: "It turns out to be this guy, leave it to me!"

Deng Chanyu's respect for the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors was just average. After all, to her, they were all "brothers." But Daji was different. When she saw the legendary figures, she couldn't help but imagine some things at play.

She deeply agreed with the fact that Emperor Yao chose Emperor Shun instead of his eldest son Danzhu. It is a disgrace to Emperor Yao that a piece of trash like you lives in this world!
At this time, he drew his bow and shot three arrows in succession at Danzhu, who looked like an owl.

The thunderbird roared and spit out a lightning bolt as thick as a bucket, which hit Danzhu on the back. The five beast spirits that Daji gathered all had some magical powers. At this time, the bull roared and ran faster and faster, and finally rushed directly into the sky, and with one horn it poked a big hole in the owl's belly.

The other beast spirits also launched attacks from all sides. Daji kept her distance and shot arrows one after another.

When Danzhu was chanting some spell in a low voice, she swung her hand and threw a short axe, which hit Danzhu's mouth and interrupted this strange spell.

Seeing that she was in high spirits, Deng Chanyu did not disturb her. She took out the Cuiguang Liangyi Lamp and blew it gently towards the many "birdmen" rushing towards her. The light divided the yin and yang and the eight trigrams into a raging sea of ​​fire, which swept over with great momentum.

The raging sea of ​​fire seemed to have the ability to annihilate everything. Many "birdmen" were burned to ashes without even a sound. Deng Chanyu took a closer look, but was not satisfied. These burned enemies did not turn into spiritual energy and return to the primitive world as she expected, but became part of the Blood River Formation.

Daji shot Danzhu to death with an arrow, but after the formation provided abundant blood mist, the arrow in Danzhu's chest was squeezed out bit by bit, and it returned to its original state in half a cup of tea.

Daji said very seriously, "You go find Yun Zhongzi, I'll hold these guys back."

The enemies in front of us are endless and cannot be killed at all, let alone killed completely. It is really troublesome.

Deng Chanyu didn't really want Daji to meet Yun Zhongzi. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to take care of her during the battle. Daji's cultivation was still too low. It was a wise choice for her to stay and bully the weakling while training the beast spirit.

"Then be careful. I'll come back to find you once I find Kang Hui's body."

"it is good."

Deng Chanyu learned the whereabouts of the Hunyuan Golden Bowl from the Nine-Tailed Fox Spirit. Hearing it was in the hands of Daoxing Tianzun, her concerns were alleviated. Following Kang Hui's blood, she quickly arrived at the center of the formation. Here, a fiery red fairy mountain filled with birdsong and fragrance, shimmering with celestial music. Crimson clouds drifted across the sky, and cranes flitted and frolicked among them. It felt like a sacred place for the cultivation of the immortals.

Deng Chanyu stretched out her hand. The spiritual energy here was extremely rich, with waves shining endlessly. Every blade of grass and every tree seemed to be enjoying the nourishment of infinite spiritual energy. Everywhere she looked, there was a scene of peace and harmony.

She sighed. Guangchengzi and his gang were really cunning. They worked without putting in any effort and delayed the process for half a year. Now, after many twists and turns, Yun Zhongzi finally confronted her.

No problem, let’s fight.

"Brother Yun Zhongzi, why do you have to resort to such tricks? Please come out and see me."

She stood at the outermost edge of the spiritual nourishment area and showed little interest in the beautiful scenery so close to her.

Yun Zhongzi walked out slowly and said, "Junior sister."

"Brother Dao and I don't seem to be from the same sect."

"Okay, Fellow Daoist Deng, this should be alright, right? Fellow Daoist Deng is very knowledgeable and experienced. Seeing the magnificent scenery of this immortal mountain, what are your thoughts?"

Deng Chanyu shook her head. "This is just the Fire Cloud Cave that Brother Dao imagined. The Fire Cloud Cave today is not like this. With all due respect, Brother Dao is now Yun Zhongzi, not Taoist Hongyun anymore. You should have nothing to do with this Fire Cloud Cave."

Yun Zhongzi was silent for a moment, then waved his hand, and all the illusions vanished. "Yes, things have changed, and people have changed. The Yun Zhongzi of today no longer has any connection with the Fire Cloud Cave."

Deng Chanyu didn't care about his feelings at all: "Hand over Kang Hui's half body."

Yun Zhongzi's answer was very firm: "I am in a good mood today and would like to ask Daoist Fellow Deng for a few lessons. Is that possible?"

Deng Chanyu stared into his eyes: "Fellow Daoist is not Hongyun after all, and I am not Yunxiao who was attacked by you that day."

Hong Yun is still far from the realm of beheading the three corpses. At most, he is a quasi-saint. Yun Zhongzi is more like an immortal who has part of his soul attached to the white clouds, and then transformed and walked the path again.

The prehistoric world is a place that values ​​opportunity. Without opportunity, or if one misses the opportunity, it is common to make no progress for tens of thousands or millions of years.

This is just like the rich people in the real world. If you confiscate all their money and ask them to start from scratch again, only a few of them will be successful again, and most of them will fail on the same road.

Many things, once missed, are missed.

The current Yun Zhongzi is blessed by the Blood River Formation and the white cloud origins of the former Qiongxiao and Bixiao, but he looks like a Daluo Jinxian.

Deng Chanyu was no longer as nonchalant as she was when dealing with Luo Xuan. She first made hand gestures and chanted a spell, then took out the Ten Thousand Crows Pot that she had snatched from Luo Xuan. She gently opened the lid of the pot, and countless fire crows flew out together.

"Command!" Following her command, many fire crows connected head to tail, and the flames merged together. The spiritual energy in the blood river trembled for a moment as the flames gathered, and finally nine huge fire golden crows emerged from the fire cloud.

(End of this chapter)