Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 649 A false alarm?
Seeing Zhen Yuanzi and Deng Chanyu running away, Yunxiao was also very decisive. She didn't know why they were running, but she just followed them. Her white cloud origin was strengthened by the nameless mountain. Originally, speed and strength were not her strong points, but now her shortcomings were made up. Her speed increased by 30%, dragging Zhao Gongming and retreating as well.

Old Zhao hesitated for a moment. What's the big deal? I don't see any danger. Should I run away now?

His external brain told him to run, and he had no choice but to retreat.

Almost at the same time, the seemingly ordinary blood energy, like a spirit snake, gently hooked a trace of Duobao Taoist's magic power.

The fusion of the illusory blood and the real magic power produces an effect of 1+1 being far greater than 10.

This blood and energy turned the virtual into reality, and suddenly called out an impossible thing from the long river of time.

It was shaped like a yellow sac, its entire body was red like fire, it had six legs and four wings, and it had no eyes, ears, mouth or nose. A shadow gradually became solid.

"Di Jiang?" Zhen Yuanzi was surprised. How could such an ancient witch who had died for countless eons come back?
Deng Chanyu was also extremely surprised. After jumping ten thousand miles, she thought of Daji and Nezha here, so she ran back. When she saw the shadow of the head of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, she was also incredulous.

The Three Pure Ones are Pangu's primordial spirit, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches are Pangu's essence and blood. Theoretically, the Twelve Ancestral Witches are at the same level as the Three Pure Ones. Those brothers may be a little inferior, but Dijiang, the eldest brother of the Ancestral Witches, is no worse than the Three Pure Ones in terms of background.

For such a great figure from the ancient times, let alone resurrection, even the shadow of the past would not be allowed to show up, right?
She had seen similar methods before, and whispered to Zhen Yuanzi: "It looks like the method of the Styx."

Zhen Yuanzi thought about it seriously. Wasn't the Styx a path of killing and destruction? When was it modified?

Deng Chanyu saw his confusion, but didn't intend to explain. That was another story entirely.
Dijiang is the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. He is much stronger than his other brothers and sisters. He excels in spatial magical powers.

If both are developed to the extreme, the power of the Avenue of Space should be stronger than the Space Divine Power. The upper limit of the Space Divine Power is fixed, and with this strength, it is difficult to surpass its own limit. The Avenue of Space has unlimited room for improvement, but it also depends on who uses it. A level 1 Avenue of Space is definitely not as good as a level 10 Space Divine Power.

Deng Chanyu had no intention of going over to ask for advice on spatial abilities. During the war between wizards and liches, the ancestor wizard Dijiang's opponents were the demons Dijun and Taiyi. If it weren't for the Chaos Bell's ability to "imprison time and suppress space", Dijiang would have no room to display his spatial abilities. Even if a treasure of the same level exploded itself, it would not have been able to kill Dijiang, who had cultivated his spatial abilities to the extreme.

It happened so quickly that Zhen Yuanzi, Deng Chanyu and the others had run far away. At this time, the sleeve of Huang Long Zhenren's robe just hit the phantom.

He hit the shadow so hard that it shook, and the remaining soul of Dijiang turned into a human form, becoming a man who was ten feet tall, with a broad face and ears, and full of oppression.

Dijiang glanced at Master Huanglong out of the corner of his eye.

Huang Long: “???”

How is this possible? The Ancestral Witch?! Is the Ancestral Witch's remnant soul hidden within this broken Chaos Bell?

Dijiang seemed to feel very uncomfortable and his shoulders shook.

The space around him collapsed instantly. Master Huang Long reacted quickly and quickly pulled back. He ran away, but Xue Ehu, who had been holding the tray and standing there in a daze for a moment, did not run away.

In a moment, the disciple of Daoxing Tianzun was divided into countless spaces as small as sand. His whole body collapsed like sand. There was no bleeding, no wailing in pain. A Taoist boy of the Chan sect who had participated in the war for more than ten years was gone in an instant.

"How dare you! How dare you hurt my disciples of the Chan sect!" Zhenren Huanglong drew out his sword, and the sword light was like a rainbow, and he stabbed the sword at Dijiang's throat.

Huang Long thought it was very simple. The enemy's methods were strange. I would be the vanguard, and then we would all attack together.

He had a good idea, but the immortals of the Chan sect did not follow his idea.

Not to mention the immortals of the Chan Sect, even Duobao, the powerful Jie Sect master who had slain two corpses, automatically took a step back, wanting to observe before deciding whether to take action. All the immortals retreated, only Huanglong Zhenren bravely rushed forward.

Huang Long saw many of his senior and junior brothers and sisters didn't catch up, and he cursed in his heart, but the trick had already been delivered.
Dijiang tilted his head and stretched out his strong left hand. The layers of sword light seemed to disappear as he grabbed Huanglong Zhenren's wrist.

Huang Long watched in astonishment as the space around him collapsed inch by inch. The thousands of sword lights he fired out were like mud and sand, and there was no reaction when they hit Dijiang. Dijiang's consciousness was still in a daze, and he relied entirely on instinct to drive his spatial magical powers.

"Hurry up and save Junior Brother Huang Long!"

"Don't worry, brother. I'm here to help you!"

"You remnant soul, quickly let go of Junior Brother Huang Long!"

The immortals of the Chan sect shouted loudly, some took out their magic weapons, some drew their swords, and they were all filled with righteous indignation, but no one immediately took action to save Huang Long.

When Di Jiang glanced at him, Zhenren Huanglong felt something powerful crushing his Taoist robe, scales and muscles. Then his body felt lighter. He glanced down and saw that his legs below the waist were directly cut off by some kind of spatial ability. His two legs fell into the dust, and the cut surfaces were extremely neat. The dragon scales had no protective effect at all.

In the second moment of the fight, Master Huanglong was cut in half.

Thanks to the "contribution" of Xue Ehu and Huang Long, the immortals finally saw the true strength of Dijiang.

Dijiang is very powerful, but now he is just a passing shadow.

Guangchengzi's Fantian Seal first shattered the phantom, and this time even the spatial magic could not move the Fantian Seal of incredible weight.

Taoist Duobao pinched his fingers and chanted an incantation, drawing out four murderous sword energies from the Zhuxian Sword Formation. With his cultivation level, he easily shattered Dijiang's phantom.

The immortals checked the fragments of the Chaos Bell again and found that there was no trace of blood or energy left in them. Now they were just real fragments. Apart from deducing Kunpeng's refining techniques and the secrets of the Chaos Bell, they had no other value.

Except for Xue Ehu who was beaten to ashes and Huang Long Zhenren who was beheaded, it can be said that it was just a false alarm.

Sea of ​​blood.

The ancestor witch Xuanming entered the depths of the sea of ​​blood. She walked as if she were in an empty place, and no Asura knew that the ancestor witch of the witch clan had descended into this filthy place.

The ancestor of the Styx was sitting in the blood lotus to practice. When he saw her appear, he threw a blood ball the size of a fist over to her.

"I'll give you what you want, but what about what I want?"

Xuanming threw the body of Taoist Mosquito into the Styx.

Haotian hung the body of Taoist Mosquito on the South Heaven Gate for a long time, and gradually grew tired of it. The underworld, under the pretext of seeking justice for the souls who had died at the hands of Taoist Mosquito, demanded the body.

The two parties completed the transaction and Xuan Ming turned and left.

(End of this chapter)