Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 591 Reactions from all parties
Ao Guang’s “pay to work” model is too advanced.

Not to mention the Phoenix who just received the hush money, even many immortals who were originally friendly with the dragon clan were unhappy.

You are so noble and upright that you don't want a salary. What about us? We don't want a salary either? We're going to starve? Will you give us those incense, spiritual wine, and spiritual rice?

Haotian vaguely agreed with Ao Guang's idea of ​​"paying to work", but when he saw that all the immortals were unanimously opposed to it and the intensity of the opposition was simply appalling, he immediately gave up the idea.

Ao Guang also realized that he had made a bad move.

Now the general guarding the South Heaven Gate, the clerk in charge of the work of the Lord of Du'e, and all the servants looked at him with something strange in their eyes.

He suddenly stood in opposition to all the immortals and celestial beings.

After experiencing an unexpected beating, he finally changed his way of thinking from that of the old Dragon King to that of a working man.

The only problem is that the price is a bit high, and the good impression that was originally created by spending money is completely gone.

Many dragons have deep resentment towards him, and he is in great pain. My family members, you don’t understand me!
Cross the real world.

The Heavenly Court Expeditionary Force felt it was natural to kill without burying anyone. If it weren't for the Taoist Mosquito using it as a residence, such a barren small world would not be worth the attention of those powerful people, let alone the saints.

The water from the Milky Way was collected by Phoenix using the Four Seas Bottle. A single drop of this water weighed a thousand pounds, leaving the entire world in ruins. Seventy percent of the ten suspended islands collapsed due to the war, and many blood beasts roamed around like hyenas, looking for the last bit of blood food.

More than ten blood beasts gathered together. These things looked strange and bizarre. Some looked like horses, but had six legs, and some looked like skinned sheep, but had snake heads.

They gathered around a pool of blood, each baring their fangs.

This pool of dark brown blood was the blood that splashed out from Taoist Mosquito's neck when he was beheaded.

The blood beasts started fighting, and finally one won. But just as it swallowed its spoils, it was devoured by a blood beast that looked like a pterosaur.

The big fish eat the small fish, and a series of deadly battles unfolded. The final winner was a human-faced spider from the Mosquito Taoist's cave world. This spider had devoured three heavenly soldiers in the previous battle and had already gained a high level of intelligence. It had been hiding in the dark and only made a move to grab the spoils at the last moment.

"You should have waited a little longer." A bloody figure appeared beside the human-faced spider. He didn't make any attacking moves, but just a glance caused the blood in the human-faced spider's body to go out of control, and it exploded into a ball of blood mist from the inside out.

The bloody figure hooked his finger, and a drop of extremely pure blood slowly rose from the abdomen of the human-faced spider. This was exactly the blood from the Mosquito Taoist's neck. After a series of deadly battles and continuous devouring by blood beasts, all the impurities were gone, leaving only the most essential part.

"Old friend, your collection belongs to me."

The bloody figure was the Blood God Son of the Styx Patriarch. He stuck out his tongue and, relying on his superior ability to control blood, carefully tasted the extraordinary qualities of this drop of essence blood.

This drop of blood essence has no consciousness and cannot bring about rebirth, but the information contained in it is real.

It records the life of Taoist Mosquito, and also contains the blood of three thousand powerful people.

Taoist Mosquito has absorbed too much blood from powerful men, some of which he absorbed during battles, and some of which he absorbed while the powerful men were practicing. His concealment skills are the best in the ancient times, and as the saying goes, a thief can only steal for a thousand days, but one cannot guard against thieves for a thousand days. It is normal for him to make some mistakes while practicing and then spit out blood.

At this time, Minghe carefully distinguished the information contained in the essence and blood.

Just as a grain of sand is a world, a drop of blood can also become a world. This drop of Taoist Mosquito's blood is like a blood world, containing the blood of Yuanfeng, Zulong, and Shiqilin, the blood of Dijun, Taiyi, and many ancient witches, and even a drop of blood belonging to the Jieyin Saint.

Even Minghe, who was in the sea of ​​blood, found it incredible. How did Taoist Mosquito steal the blood of the saint? Did he have such great ability?

For someone like him who has the power to control blood, the information contained in the blood is extremely important.

The Mosquito Taoist is actually a flying insect, a ferocious beast whose mind is occupied by murderous aura. He flatters himself by calling himself a "Taoist", but in fact he has nothing to do with Taoists. These blood information are just decorations to him.

Minghe is different. Minghe is a powerful person who has participated in three sermons in Zixiao Palace and even believes that he has given three sermons. He can analyze, study and control the paths of many powerful people from these bloods, especially the blood of the guiding saint, which is simply a priceless treasure.

The Blood God Son quietly left the Realm of Transmigration and returned to the Sea of ​​Blood.

The death of Taoist Mosquito was noticed by all parties.

Patriarch Tongtian sighed softly. He had previously vaguely calculated that Taoist Mosquito and Holy Mother Turtle Spirit had a significant cause and effect relationship. He suggested that Holy Mother Turtle Spirit could go to the Real Realm with the Heavenly Court Expeditionary Force and get rid of Taoist Mosquito while they were at it. If you don't want to be the main force, you can just follow the main force and fight a few times.

The Turtle Spirit Mother looked down on the Heavenly Court. She was also careless and had a bad temper. She did not understand the hint, which led to the loss of an excellent opportunity. In the eyes of Tongtian Sect Master, this was extremely unwise.

Master Tongtian has always advocated that his disciples "recite three or two volumes of Huangting quietly". When it is time to hide from the catastrophe, one must indeed hide. This hiding does not mean running away for tens of thousands of miles and hiding one's head in the sand. Instead, it means taking a step back, seeing clearly where the catastrophe is, thinking of a countermeasure, and then facing the catastrophe.

When the catastrophe is imminent, it proves that it is your turn and you must charge forward.

You said I was afraid of death and asked me to wait a little longer. Well, the next disaster will be even worse!

The Heavenly Dao doesn't care whether you, the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother, are careless or not. They think you are deliberately avoiding disaster. You want to explain? Who can you explain to?
Tongtian Patriarch had a pessimistic premonition about the future path of Turtle Spirit Mother.

At the same time that Taoist Mosquito died.

The two Western saints who were in the paradise also noticed the abnormality in the fortune of their own sect.

It was a very ordinary day, and the Western Church did nothing, but as a result, the fortune of the big church soared by 10%. You have to know that it is not the time for the Western Church to prosper, and they have not obtained any innate treasures. It is very strange that the fortune is rising at this time.

The knowledge, vision and wisdom of the two saints in the West are far higher than that of the Turtle Spirit Mother.

Zhunti looked towards Lingshan and didn't see anything wrong.

He then asked his senior brother, who was far wiser than himself, "Brother, what does this mean?"

The bitterness on Jie Yin's face grew even more intense: "How long can the flourishing flowers last?"

Zhunti was shocked: "What should I do?"

Jie Yin shook his head: "Let's wait and see what God wills."

(End of this chapter)