Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 587 Final Question
The three lines of defense that Taoist Mosquito had set up in front of him were shattered in an instant. A piece of animal bone with a wild aura appeared above his head. The unique rhythm on it would make people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts at the first sight. Huang Long ignored it, and in a moment, the animal bone was also chopped into pieces by the sword light that emerged from the edge of his sword.

Huang Long Zhenren's body and sword merged together, and the long-awaited attack was earth-shattering.

Taoist Mosquito no longer had any legs and could only rely on his magic power to float. At this moment, he felt bursts of stinging pain in his eyes. As a blood-winged black mosquito, his eyesight was excellent, but now there was a fog in front of his eyes, as if covered by a layer of white curtain, and he could only barely see Huang Long's figure.

He was secretly annoyed. The two sides were too close to each other and it was too late for him to use the Immortal-Slaying Sword. He used brute force and slapped forward with all his strength.

The continuous shock force caused the formation to tremble. Huang Long did not dodge or evade, allowing the huge force to hit his shoulder. The standard Xianjiao Bagua Immortal Clothes was shattered on the spot, and the dragon body, which was known for its toughness, was beaten into a bloody mess, but his sword-holding hand was still very steady, so steady that when the sword light passed through the eyes of the Mosquito Taoist, there was no deviation at all.

Zhenren Huanglong was slapped away by a palm, his dragon scales and blood scattered all over the ground, half of his body was almost shattered, and his Golden Immortal Fruit was shaken. He swallowed several elixirs sent by Jinjiao and Yinjiao before he was able to stabilize his realm.

He was injured so badly, let alone Taoist Mosquito.

There was a sword scar on Taoist Mosquito's face that was so deep that the bone could be seen, and both eyes were completely destroyed. This sword not only destroyed his eyes, but also most of his consciousness was annihilated by the power of Heaven. The blood-winged black mosquito roamed freely in the ancient world, and could even suck the essence of the flesh and blood of the Turtle Spirit Mother under the nose of the saint, and absorb the twelve-grade golden lotus of merit, relying on its keen perception.

At this time, the perception can be called dull, let alone sharp.

The Phoenix looked towards Taibai Jinxing, meaning to ask if the formation could still hold on.

Taibai Jinxing was a little hesitant. Fortunately, Taoist Huanglong blocked most of the attack from Taoist Mosquito with his body. If it had hit the formation, a hole might have been made in it.

The question-and-answer format was passed down by Hongjun, but the formation was not, and neither was the person who set up the formation. These ordinary heavenly soldiers and generals not only had a huge gap in realm, but also lacked experience.

Normally, even without Huang Long's direct resistance, he should have been able to block the Taoist Mosquito's palm strike just now. The Heaven-Questioning Formation was meticulously developed by Haotian, so it wasn't that intimidating. It was mainly because the heavenly soldiers and generals were in a state of panic. Fortunately, providence was on their side. Huang Long, as if foreseeing the future, used his body to block the blow.
Worried that the night would lead to more trouble, he nodded, meaning that he could persist in asking.

Phoenix signaled the Giant Spirit to get ready, but the Giant Spirit looked puzzled. Ah, me?
Phoenix ignored him, and the ethereal voice once again reached Taoist Mosquito's ears.

"Does the sky have an end?"

Taoist Mosquito has completely seen through their tricks. No matter how he answers these questions, they are all wrong. There is no standard answer!
The best way to break the formation is to charge out regardless of the consequences.

Unfortunately, at this moment, his leg was broken and he was blind, and his condition was extremely poor. Relying on the little consciousness he had, he could recognize that there was a strong man in the distance holding a big axe and wanted to chop off his head.

Taoist Mosquito said nothing and drew his sword to kill towards the giant spirit.

I won't say anything, just wait and see what you can do!
The giant spirit was terrified. Didn’t they say that there was divine help? Come and help me!

"If he holds on for thirty breaths, he will be considered to have given up, and then we can punish him with the power of Heaven." The voice of the Phoenix sounded in his heart.

The giant spirit was in tears. Can someone like me hold off a Daluo Jinxian for thirty breaths?
Kuilong, who bore a grudge against Taoist Mosquito for having his arm severed, saw that the Giant Spirit was no match for him and immediately transformed into a silent bolt of lightning, suddenly appearing before Taoist Mosquito. The two had previously clashed within the Heavenly Prison, where Taoist Mosquito had toyed with Kuilong like it was a game, using his Quasi-Sage cultivation to toy with him.

Now both sides have been brought up to the Daluo level. Although Taoist Mosquito has a broken leg and is blind, he is almost at the peak of Daluo and still has the experience from the quasi-sage period. Kuilong, on the other hand, has only just entered the Daluo realm. There is still a visible gap between the two sides.

After three moves, Kuilong's left rib was pierced by the Immortal-Slaying Sword. Kuilong used his muscles and right hand to hold the sword tightly.

Panlong was as fiery as fire. Seeing that Kuilong was no match for him, he descended from the sky holding a giant sword made of a door panel, like a bright moon falling to the ground, and cut out a sword light that stretched for several miles.

Taoist Mosquito felt disdain in his heart, thinking that this was a fool who only knew how to use brute force.

In the past he would have definitely made some sarcastic remarks, but now he didn't dare to say a word.

Kuilong, aren't you clinging to the Immortal Slaying Sword? I don't want it anymore.

He threw away the Immortal-Slaying Sword and pulled out an invisible sword from his spine with his right hand. As his own murderous energy was injected into the blade, a flash of black appeared out of thin air.

The immortals of Xuanmen use Taoism to gradually prove the Dao of Hunyuan. The Phoenix clan has the magical power of Nirvana. The Phoenix has now achieved Nirvana five times. The Yuanfeng is stuck in the process of the eighth Nirvana by the Heavenly Dao. The Mosquito Taoist relies on shedding his shell. Whenever there is a major improvement in his realm, he will lie dormant and shed his shell.

Today, this invisible sword is made from the body of the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito when he was a Golden Immortal.

Named the Black Edge Sword, the sword's edge is dull and its power is silent. Hidden in his sword is a true meaning condensed from the countless times the blood-winged black mosquito has ingested blood.

This is his innate ability, which is inferior to the power of the quasi-saints to control the Dao. It relies purely on instinct and is similar to the magical powers of the dragon, phoenix, and golden crow tribes. This is because this move has already touched the Dao, but lacks the space to go deeper.

Taking in blood is the most basic ability of the Blood-winged Black Mosquito. He has developed this ability to the limit by himself. This is his ability. The Heavenly Dao will not restrict the Blood-winged Black Mosquito's ability to eat, so taking in blood and the true meaning developed afterwards are not within the scope of suppression of the Heavenly Dao's power.

For Taoist Mosquito, flesh and blood are blood food, vitality is also blood food, and everything in the world can be considered a kind of blood food.

Sucking a mouthful of blood from you, a piece of flesh from him, and a stream of essence from the prehistoric world, this is his way of survival.

The sword of Taoist Mosquito is called Stealing Time, and the sword intent is full of the smell of decay and corruption. Panlong's expression changed drastically, and the Black Blade Sword almost covered all his avoidance directions in the past, present and future. He watched helplessly as the sword blade gently passed through his chest, and in a moment, one hundred thousand years of his life were chopped off.

Low-level mosquitoes can only suck blood, but blood-winged black mosquitoes can absorb lifespan.

Even for a real dragon with a long lifespan, a hundred thousand years is painful enough. Its lifespan was taken away, and most of its strength was also lost. The giant sword of the door panel missed, and Panlong staggered and quickly retreated.

(End of this chapter)