Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 541: The Great Purge of Shang State
The black Qilin makes a "huluhulu" sound from its mouth. This is a Qilin pattern that is as famous as the dragon seal and phoenix seal.

After ruling the ancient world for so many years, the dragon, phoenix and unicorn tribes were not wild beasts and naturally had their own languages. At that time, the names for their languages ​​were very simple, namely dragon language, phoenix language and unicorn language.

At that time, there were no divine or demonic writings, let alone human writing.

The civilization and duration of the three tribes far exceeded those of the two tribes of liches and the newly rising human race. Unfortunately, their glorious history was swept into the garbage dump of history. After adding some mysterious colors and strange stories, the dragon seal, phoenix seal and unicorn pattern were considered by later immortals to be the language used by the three tribes.

Due to the different vocal organs, the immortals were unable to master these languages, so they categorized the three languages ​​into the category of being able to write and read but not speak. In fact, if one masters the art of change and the correct pronunciation of these languages, they can speak them.

Deng Chanyu frowned and listened carefully. With some memories in her Phoenix bloodline, she could understand most of what Mo Qilin said.

The general meaning is "Don't try to trick me out, you Phoenix people are the worst!"

She appealed to his emotions and reasoned with him: "You haven't eaten in days, right? Are you hungry? The food from Dashang is poisonous, you don't dare to eat it. We have plenty of food here, come out quickly! I don't need poison to deal with you."

Mo Qilin agreed with this point. The Dragon, Phoenix and Qilin clans knew each other well and would not resort to despicable means like poisoning. Besides, Deng Chanyu was now as strong as the elders of his Qilin clan. There was no need to resort to tricks to deal with a fledgling Qilin like him.

He shouted twice more towards the outside of the mountain.

Deng Chanyu listened patiently, mentally translating Qilin language into Phoenix language, and then switching to human language. "Let you go? No, with all this drama, you'll either leave as food or as a mount. Choose your own."

".Hulu, hulu!?"

"Take you to find your own people? You don't even know where your own people are, how can I possibly know? Change the conditions."

"Hoo? Hoo-hoo!"

"Be a mount for a year? Haha, look at my human father, he's already eighty years old and hasn't practiced cultivation. How many more days do you think he can enjoy this? How about this? Don't limit it to one year, and I won't bargain with you. How about changing the condition to wait until my human father dies of old age?"

Qilin also has his own magical powers. He can distinguish between truth and lies. At this time, he pondered Deng Chanyu's words over and over in his mind twice. He felt that they did not seem like lies. On the contrary, they were very sincere.

He had followed Wen Zhong in the Shang Dynasty for forty years and had become accustomed to the life of having food provided for him. Now, asking him to find food in the mountains was a bit difficult for him to get used to.

But he couldn't say that. He had to show that he loved freedom and was eager to return to the mountains.

There is only one time and countless times to be a mount, so it’s actually okay to be a mount for a few more years.

If this temporary meal ticket is not suitable, he can wait until Deng Jiugong dies to change it!

Deng Chanyu said that she had already reached an agreement and signaled Deng Jiugong to communicate with his mount. Deng Jiugong was a fierce general who had fought his way out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses, so he was not afraid. He threw away his weapon and walked into the valley alone.

Mo Qilin looked at Deng Jiugong from afar and found that he was indeed a pure human, without any of the damn Phoenix clan's aura.

There was no sign of cultivation on Deng Jiugong's body. From the human perspective, he would not live for many years.

He had originally agreed with Wen Zhong that he would be his mount for a hundred years. Now that Wen Zhong was dead, it was appropriate for him to find a new master and observe and think about his future path at the same time.

OK! Let’s eat in the south for a few days first!
The big head walked out of the valley and roared twice, which meant that you have passed the first test and we will start the second test. Deng Jiugong laughed proudly and said, "Whatever test you have, we will take it!"

The black unicorn could understand human language, and nodded its big head, indicating that it should follow him.

An hour later.

Deng Jiugong finally gained the recognition of the Black Qilin. Riding on the Qilin's back, he heard the terrified howls of many wild beasts in the mountains. He rode the Black Qilin wildly. After only half a day, the cooperation between the two sides seemed quite tacit.

Mo Qilin was quite satisfied with the new meal ticket, but he was a little confused. This Deng Jiugong held the Qinglong Sword, had a daughter with the aura of the Phoenix Clan, and rode on his own Qilin. This fortune was a bit strong, and it didn't look like he was about to die.
Deng Jiugong was happier than when he was the King of Han after getting a new mount. Considering that this was once Wen Zhong's mount and had some filters, the old man didn't even have dinner and went to Hanzhong overnight to show off to Huang Feihu.

King Zhou suspected that Jiejiao was hiding Queen Jiang, Yin Jiao and Yin Hong in order to seize his own kingdom.

The Great Purge has never stopped.

Ji Li and Yu Qing were beheaded, Mo Qilin was liquidated, and many of Wen Zhong's close confidants and generals who were related to the Jiejiao during his lifetime also suffered misfortune.

The four generals of the Mo family were like four giants, running wildly in the mountains.

In name, they were disciples of the Jie Religion, but in reality, as can be seen from the titles of "Vaiśravaṇa" and "Dhritarashtra" given to them in the future, their foundation was still in Western religion.

Since their true identity hadn't been exposed yet, joining the Western Sect was a no-go. Joining the Jie Sect? They'd be disgusted by the four of them eating too much. Joining the Han Kingdom? Deng Chanyu had only a superficial friendship with them, and joining them would be nothing more than cannon fodder. The problem was that the journey was too long, and the four of them weren't as good at concealing their movements as the Mo Qilin.

He could no longer stay in the Central Plains, and his only remaining option was to go to the north and join Yuan Hong.

They don't want to be on the list yet. Even though their real bodies are stored in the Western Eight Treasures Merit Pool, even if their true spirits are on the list now, they will not be restricted by the List of Gods. But they still don't want to die and want to struggle.

Mo Liqing cursed behind him, "You bastard, are you trying to tire me to death?"

He was responded with countless sharp arrows.

The Han Kingdom can even create infantry armor. The prehistoric world has almost exhausted its talent tree in warfare. Except for the lack of firearms, it has basically reached the peak of the cold weapon era.

Of course, there are weapons like the Shenbi Bow.

Armor-piercing arrows with poisoned tip, plus some crossbows, arrows as thick as an adult's arm and more than ten feet long, thousands of arrows fired at the same time, even giants like the four generals of the Mo family could not resist the army.

Mo Lihong and Mo Lihai had gotten drunk earlier, and could only be supported by Mo Liqing and Mo Lishou.

The problem was that Mo Liqing and Mo Lishou had also drunk a lot and were dizzy. The four brothers escaped from Tongguan and then ran all the way north, with the elite troops of the Shang Dynasty chasing them relentlessly.

At this time, Mo Liqing's back, thighs, and calves were full of arrows. For an eight-meter-tall giant like him, the arrows did not penetrate deeply into the flesh, but there were too many of them.

(End of this chapter)