Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 545: Does the Dragon King want to test whether my sword is sharp?
"Go!" Yunxiao summoned the golden dragon shears.

The two dragons turned into golden light, aimed at Nüba's neck covered with dead skin, and cut it with a "click".

This cut was like cutting wood, awkward, sluggish, and with great resistance. Fortunately, Yunxiao had great magical powers and he finally cut it open.

The Golden Dragon Shears, like the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, the Yuan Tu Sword, and the Abi Sword, are all treasures that are mainly used for killing. They attack not only the body, but also the soul and the true spirit.

With one cut, Nüba's head flew over ten feet high. But Yunxiao was not happy. What the hell had he cut? Didn't this thing have any soul at all?
If the Golden Dragon Shears are ineffective, then many killing treasures will probably not be able to kill Nüba.

The Four Swords of the Immortals are the foundation of the Jie Religion, and it is impossible to give them to her for experiments.

Yuan Tu and Abi Sword are stronger than the Golden Dragon Shears, but not to the extent that the difference is huge.

You can't kill Nüba by killing her.

In fact, nothing in the world is absolute. You can kill someone by force. If you take out the Heaven-Suppressing Coffin, the Meteorite Pill and other heavenly-level evil treasures, you can definitely kill Nüba. Even a saint who has complete control over the Dao can kill her, let alone Nüba. But even Yunxiao doesn't know this information, and it is even more impossible for him to get the Meteorite Pill from Hongjun.

Tongtian Patriarch also has a lot of innate spiritual treasures in his hands, but they are basically used for fighting and killing, and there are relatively few spiritual treasures that can trap enemies or seal them.

Yunxiao set up the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation on the shore of Dongting Lake and thought about how to break it himself. Zhao Gongming was at his wit's end, so he did some errands, such as talking to the Dragon King of the East China Sea about making it rain.

The land of China was shrouded in drought, and the fortune of the Jiejiao sect was declining every day. Old Zhao was extremely anxious and rushed into the Crystal Palace of the East China Sea like a gust of wind. He ignored the greetings of Prime Minister Turtle and General Sturgeon, and forcibly dragged Ao Guang, who was watching the singing and dancing of the clam girl on the dragon bed, down, then grabbed the sleeve of the old Dragon King and asked him to bring rain.

"My Lord, My Lord! Is there some misunderstanding here? My Lord, please let go. What exactly do you want from Xiaolong?"

Ao Guang looked several times before he saw clearly that the big black man who was grabbing him and walking out was Zhao Gongming.

Ao Guang was not as weak as he looked, but he was no match for Zhao Gongming, the Golden Immortal. Old Zhao grabbed him and walked him out. He was unable to resist at all, and his heels plowed two shallow grooves on the ground.

As Zhao Gongming walked, he explained, "The land of China is shrouded in drought, and I have come to ask the Dragon King to bring rain."

There is a word "please" in the words, which seems very polite.

But this politeness seemed extremely overbearing when compared to the way he forcibly dragged people out.

Ao Guang was shocked when he heard this. What? Rain?

He quickly shook his head: "My Lord, my Lord, please listen to what Xiaolong has to say. My Lord, please stop first! Oh, forget it, forget it. Xiaolong and you go, I'll go too! Stop it!"

Seeing that Zhao Gongming showed no sign of stopping, he quickly explained his reasons: "My Lord, you don't know that the Heavenly Court has a fixed amount of rainfall each year, and Xiaolong wouldn't dare to violate the Heavenly Law!"

Zhao Gongming turned around and glanced at him: "Heavenly Law?"

Ao Guang nodded quickly, meaning that he really wanted to help, but the rules were there and there was nothing he could do.

Old Zhao pointed in the direction of Penglai Island. "Penglai is shrouded in mist, hidden from the public eye. This is also a heavenly law, right? When Duobao came to you, you happily ran over to help. But when I came to you, you were so reluctant. What's the logic behind this?"

His previous steel whip had been broken during a battle with Nüba. He had been too busy lately to reforge it, so he picked up a random spiritual sword when he came out. Seeing that Ao Guang still had a look of rejection in his eyes, he drew his sword from its sheath with a clang: "Dragon King, do you want to test the sharpness of my sword?"

Ao Guang had an expression as if his mother had died, and tears were almost coming out.

Duobao himself immediately killed two corpses, and he is also the eldest disciple who manages the daily affairs of the Jiejiao Sect. How can you, Zhao Gongming, compare to him? But he really can't say this, and he dare not say it. Ao Guang followed Lao Zhao out of the Crystal Palace with trepidation, and came to the clouds. Just as it was about to rain, he thought of a question: "Um, may I ask where the immortal wants Xiaolong to rain?"

Old Zhao waved his hand: "All!"

Ao Guang was extremely stunned: "All of them?"

He subconsciously looked towards the Heavenly Palace. If it rained in a small area, he could still cover it up afterwards. After all, the annual rainfall was fixed. If it rained more here and less in other places, the Heavenly Palace would not say anything at this stage.

But if it rains in the "entire" area, the difference will be too great. Will you make me go to the Dragon-Guotai afterwards?
"Little Dragon's magic power is low, he really doesn't have the ability to bring rain over such a large area!"

"Then what do you want?"

"Why not call Ao Qin, the Dragon King of the South China Sea?"

Afterwards, the Dragon King of the South Sea called the Dragon King of the West Sea, and the Dragon King of the West Sea called the Dragon King of the North Sea.

The four unlucky guys put on expressions that looked like they wanted to cry but had no tears, and followed Zhao Gongming to make it rain.

Old Zhao has been growing melons for a year. I can’t say he has achieved much, but by combining the theory with practice of Qimin Yaoshu, his farming experience has actually surpassed that of a certain Deng. Old Zhao can now proudly declare that he is the best farmer among the immortals and the most accomplished farmer among the farmers!

At this time, he was directing and supervising the Four Dragon Kings.

"The fields here are too dry. Please give us more rain."

"Okay, okay, that's enough. If it rains any more, it will be flooded."

"Go west. It doesn't rain evenly there."

The four dragon kings turned into kettles in his hands, and he could hit whatever he pointed at. The whole scene was quite harmonious.

Such large-scale rainfall naturally alleviated the drought. The people had hope in their hearts and were no longer so enthusiastic about rising up in rebellion. The uprisings throughout China finally subsided. In order to provide disaster relief, the countries had almost exhausted their financial resources and could no longer fight. From the highest king to the lowest slave, everyone was looking forward to next year's autumn harvest.

Yunxiao is still thinking about how to completely seal Nüba.

With her quasi-saint realm, outside the three religions, she is definitely an ancestor-level powerful being. After thinking hard, she really came up with a solution.

She took out a golden hairpin, put the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation and Nüba into the hairpin, quickly cast several seals, rode the cloud to leave Dongting Lake and headed for Nandu.

Yunxiao came to Nandu for the first time. The crowds of people in the city made her feel a little uncomfortable. She immediately hid herself and found a princess playing mahjong with Daji, Huang's sister-in-law, and Jiang Nu in the Princess Mansion of Shu Kingdom.

The measuring stick in the soul vibrated slightly. Deng Chanyu noticed it and swept her consciousness backwards, but there was nothing behind her.

Yunxiao's voice reached her ears: "Sister Deng, could you please come out and talk?"

Yunxiao was very polite.

Deng Chanyu waved her hand and asked her maid Hongxiao to play a few rounds for her. She first walked to a quiet courtyard in the mansion.

(End of this chapter)