Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 569 Three Brothers Killing the Enemy

Nezha had already seen the greed in this guy's eyes, but he was not afraid at all. He spit out two mouthfuls of Samadhi True Fire to keep the refining furnace at a sufficiently high temperature.

He took out the Fire Dragon Spear from the space capsule, pointed the tip of the spear at an angle to the sky, and sneered, "So what if you've heard of it? So what if you haven't heard of it?"

Although Zhang Er Dao Ren was only a terrestrial immortal, he was naturally tall and often bullied others. At this time, he couldn't see Nezha's celestial immortal cultivation. He didn't think that a child could be higher than his own realm. Could it be possible? Impossible, it must be some kind of hidden cultivation method.

Besides, what's so scary about him? He has four brothers behind him, so he's the weaker one here.

Not only did he set his eyes on the Sumeru gold in Nezha's hand, he also thought that the furnace he used to refine the weapon was also top-grade. At this time, he rode on a black cloud, with half of his body hidden in the cloud. Just the appearance alone highlighted his might.

"After I catch you, the bad boy, I will talk to your parents." Without saying a word, he stretched out his giant hand to grab Nezha.

Nezha laughed and said, you were the one who provoked me first!

The Fire Dragon Spear spun casually in Nezha's hand, creating a large wave of intense heat in the air, with a vague dragon-shaped shadow hidden in it. He shook his arm, held the spear in one arm, and stabbed it towards the Taoist's heart. The Taoist sneered and said, "This spear looks good too. It's mine!"
He changed from grabbing to slapping, reaching out to snatch the gun away, but when he slapped out, he found that the child's strength was far superior to his own. The speed and angle of the Fire Dragon Spear remained unchanged, and it felt like he was slapping a mountain with all his strength.

Oh no! How come this kid has so much strength?

He dodged in a hurry, avoiding his heart but not his lower abdomen, which was pierced straight by the Fire Dragon Spear, leaving a hole.

Nezha was very disappointed. Is that it?

The first move was a test, and he only used 50% of his strength.

Finding that this Taoist priest was all show and no substance, Nezha no longer hesitated. Holding the spear in both hands, he chopped down, thrust upward, and swept sideways. After three moves, a head that was a circle larger than an ordinary person's was picked up on the tip of the spear. The Taoist priest's face was full of horror. Nezha looked at it casually, flicked his hand, and threw the head into the sea. After another three breaths, the Taoist priest's body fell from the clouds, making a shallow pit on the ground.

Nezha sneered: "He's quite big, but his kung fu is too poor."

Zhang Erdaoren’s companions were shocked. Their brother who had been together for more than a hundred years died just like that?

"Here comes your death, little thief!"

"Revenge for my brother!"

"Kill him, let his soul fly away and never be reincarnated!"

The four Taoists rushed up screaming. Nezha is indeed a celestial being now, but his fighting talent and the magical treasures give him the fighting power almost of a true immortal.

Facing the siege of four Taoists, he was extremely calm. He first found the strongest of the four, who was a fat Taoist wearing a white mask that completely covered his face. This Taoist also had the cultivation of a celestial being.

"Ugly freak, you don't even dare to show your face?" He raised his hand and threw the Qiankun Circle out, like smashing a watermelon on the spot. There was something magical on the Taoist's white mask, and he might have some tricks later, but it seemed too powerless in front of the innate spiritual treasure Qiankun Circle. He didn't even see what was going on before his head was smashed and his headless body rolled down from the top of the mountain.

"You're next!" Nezha looked at the weakest of the four. This Taoist seemed to lack courage, was a little hesitant, and was the slowest.

According to Empress Su, the best secret keepers are the dead. Nezha wants to annihilate the enemy and can't let him escape. He senses a demonic aura from the Taoist priest and immediately takes out the demon refining pot!
This thing was gathering dust at Deng Chanyu's place. A few days ago, Nezha asked if he could play with it for a few days. Deng Chanyu warned him not to use it carelessly, saying that your saintly master protects the demon clan. Nezha agreed and gave it to him.

Now it is someone else who is causing trouble, so you can't blame him.

The lid of the demon refining pot was opened.

The pot was refined by Nuwa, and Deng Chanyu left a stream of chaotic energy with a convergent effect inside the pot. At this time, the energy spread rapidly, wrapping around the slowest Taoist like a hook. Suddenly, a black light flashed, and the Taoist was taken into the pot.

Nezha calmly shook the demon-refining pot twice, opened the mouth of the pot again, and poured out the remains of a nine-tailed turtle.

"So you're a turtle? No wonder you run so slowly. I've wronged you."

He swung his Fire Dragon Spear, ready to fight the last two Taoists.

"Third brother, big brother is here to help you!" Jin Zha summoned the cave-suppressing magic treasure, the Dragon-Escape Pillar, of Manjusri Bodhisattva. The orange pillar flew out, and a Taoist priest in a light blue robe had no idea what was going on, and was tied to the pillar by three golden rings. Jin Zha saw that this was a disciple of the Jiejiao sect, and without any hesitation, he beheaded him with a sword.

The last Taoist saw that the power of their magic weapon was too amazing, so he turned around and ran away.

Mu Zha sat silently on the wooden kite, without leaking any of his magical power. He quickly made hand gestures and chanted an incantation, and the Wu Gou sword, which was the treasure of Samantabhadra's cave, drew a white light and killed the last Taoist priest of the Jiejiao sect a hundred feet away.

At this time, the Taoist who was killed by Jin Zha revealed his true form, which was a centipede (you yan). The Taoist who was killed by Mu Zha was a normal person. It looked like he had practiced the magical power of divine eyes like Wen Zhong and Yang Jian, but he did not practice it to the highest level, and the eye in the middle of his forehead was big and ugly.

Jin Zha looked at the centipede he had chopped to death and sighed, "The Jiejiao sect is full of these wet-born, egg-hatched creatures. With such roots, how can they possibly live forever?"

He was a pure believer in the orthodox teachings of the Chan school. Mu Zha was not so absolute, but he also nodded in agreement.

Nezha had reservations about this question. Whether one could live forever had nothing to do with the quality of one's birth, but he was too lazy to make the distinction and just said perfunctorily, "Ah, yes, yes, yes."

They didn't take it seriously at all. Killing a few Jiejiao Taoists was just a problem. Was that a problem? Not a problem at all! They burned the bodies with the Samadhi True Fire and scattered the ashes into the nearby sea. They thought they were completely unnoticed and continued to do what they were doing. Li Jing didn't even know that his eldest son had killed five Jiejiao immortals.

On an island 100,000 miles away from Li Jing's house, Gao Yan, Huang Zhen and other Jiejiao immortals were practicing here.

Because of the incident with Nüba, they had to leave Penglai Island, and choosing this island to settle down was just a temporary solution.

Today should have been a very ordinary day, with drinking, eating meat, chanting scriptures and practicing, but just now, all the Taoists felt a palpitation in their hearts.

They signed a blood oath that if one of the 108 brothers died, the remaining ones would feel it.

In just a short moment, five people died.

(End of this chapter)