Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 662: Deng Chanyu's Third Ascent to Kunlun Mountain
Nezha held his head in his hands, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, with a leisurely expression.

Deng Chanyu was also very casual, with brisk steps, but the distance between each step was just right, and no one could find fault with it.

"Uncle Master, this is extremely unwise." The White Crane Boy said softly before entering the hall.

Deng Chanyu laughed. "It was your teacher who started the fight. He can teach me a lesson, but I can't fight back? How majestic and overbearing."

Before entering the gate, she coughed, and Nezha immediately put away the indifference on his face, stuffed the dogtail grass into his belt, and his face was full of reverence.

Deng Chanyu straightened his clothes and entered the main hall. Without even looking around, he immediately paid his respects with great ceremony: "I am Deng Chanyu, a disciple of the Wa Palace, and I pay my respects to the Jade Purity Saint. I wish him a long and healthy life!"

Nezha had no qualifications to speak in front of the saint, so he fell behind and bowed down obediently.

Inside the main hall sat the Immortal of the South Pole, Guangchengzi, Chijingzi, and the True Lord of Pure Void Daode. The four immortals were preaching with a serious air. Whether this was meant to be intimidating or not was hard to say, but judging by the direction their faces were, they weren't prepared to rise to greet Deng Chanyu. "You said Baihe had gone to fetch someone, didn't you know? In one word: pretense!"

You want to pretend? Then I'll let you continue pretending!

Deng Chanyu came up and paid her respects with great ceremony. The four Xianjiao immortals were so frightened that they quickly stood up. Qingxu Daode Zhenjun reacted a beat too slowly and rolled and crawled, and even his Chongtian crown fell off. Only then did he move away in a very embarrassed manner.

You can't accept this kind of courtesy. To put it mildly, it's ignorant. To put it bluntly, they are worshipping the Jade Purity Saint, and you are sitting there carelessly. Are you the Jade Purity Saint? Can you bear the name, fate, and karma of a saint?

The tone of the Antarctic Immortal was neither light nor heavy, and it sounded like a spring breeze.

"Junior Sister Deng's respect for the saints is a model for the Xuanmen sect. Unfortunately, our master is not at Yuxu Palace today. We dare not accept Junior Sister's generous gift."

Deng Chanyu stood up and glanced cautiously at the main seat.

Nanji Xianweng's eyebrows twitched slightly: "Junior sister, you don't believe me. Do you think I'm lying?"

Deng Chanyu said with a double meaning, "Just now, I was very excited and lost my composure after entering the hall. I was trance-like and saw Senior Brother Nanji's figure and appearance, and I felt that he was very similar to the Jade Purity Saint. Therefore, I admit my mistake and ask for your forgiveness."

Saying that Nanji Xianweng resembled Yuanshi Tianzun could be interpreted in any way, whether positive or negative. There was even the incident where Nanji urged her to repair the earth veins. "Oh my god, you're not a saint, are you? You're so arrogant! I thought you were!"
Nanji Xianweng said in a gloomy tone, "Junior sister is young and inexperienced, so it's understandable that she admitted her mistake."

Deng Chanyu retorted sharply, "Brother, you are as old as the heaven and earth, and you are highly respected. You are the perfect person to be the leader of the Xuanmen."

In terms of cultivation, Duobao Zhan Ershi's cultivation is far ahead. In terms of Xuanmen inheritance, Master Xuandu is a direct disciple of Taiqing and a true descendant of the three religions. Nanji cannot compare with these two.

Moreover, "the leader of Xuanmen is Hongjun, who is transformed into one breath." There is only one leader of Xuanmen. Even the Saint Taiqing does not dare to be the leader of Xuanmen, let alone Nanji.

The two sides were at loggerheads, their words sharp.

Guangchengzi, Chijingzi, and Qingxu Daode Zhenjun all had different expressions. The style of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, who had established thousands of WeChat groups, immediately became apparent. So they weren't coming for me? Why didn't you say so earlier? Let's just watch the show.

The Immortal of the South Pole usually speaks very little. He does intend to imitate the Jade Purity Sage who is unmoved by the eight winds. At this moment, he is unwilling to argue about who is better in words. It is meaningless.

He got straight to the point: "Junior sister, you've come all the way to Yuxu Palace. I wonder what brings you here?"

Deng Chanyu stretched out her hand and pulled Shen Gongbao in front of her as if he were a prop: "I met this fellow Daoist Shen on the road before. Daoist Shen wanted to invite me to visit the East China Sea. I saw that Daoist Shen was entangled in karma, and there was a lot of murderous intent over the East China Sea, most of which was directed at the Jiejiao. I didn't know if it was arranged by Senior Brother Nanji, so I took the liberty to come to your door and explain the matter. If I have offended you, please forgive me." Don't say anything, just put the blame of murdering the Jiejiao disciples on Nanji's head.

Nan Ji glanced at Shen Gongbao, and the next moment, the quasi-saint magic power flowed to his eyes. Relying on his own path to happiness and longevity, he could see the many causes and effects on Shen Gongbao. It was indeed as Deng Chanyu said, many of them pointed to the Jiejiao.

It is true that there are conflicts between the Orthodox Sect and the Unrighteous Sect, but the Orthodox Sect did not say that it would kill all the Unrighteous Sect disciples without mercy. With such a heavy entanglement of cause and effect, there must be a problem.

However, this matter has nothing to do with him, the Immortal of the South Pole, and he does not intend to take the blame on himself.

He stretched out his hand and waved it, trying to lift the spell, and then let Shen Gongbao explain himself.

As soon as he made this move, he realized the problem. Damn! He couldn't break this immobilization spell!

This was the result of Deng Chanyu using the sound of the Tao and chatting nonsense with Shen Gongbao for a long time.

The Sound of the Great Dao is something that even Yuan Feng and Kun Peng consider to be extremely good and valuable. The Immortal of the South Pole has a long history and high cultivation, but compared with these two, he is definitely not up to par.

Deng Chanyu asked in surprise, "Brother, what are you doing? I think there are flies on Fellow Daoist Shen, and you're helping to drive them away?"

Nezha whispered, "Master, perhaps Senior Brother Nanji wants to remove the immobilization spell from Fellow Daoist Shen? Senior Brother Nanji seems to have unfathomable cultivation. Master, your immobilization spell will definitely not work."

In full view of everyone, he kicked Shen Gongbao in the calf.

The force of this kick was used very skillfully. Shen Gongbao moved forward like a piece of wood, moving two feet horizontally, but his body posture did not change at all.

Nezha shouted in a childish voice: "No way? No way? Uncle Nanji didn't even break a small immobilization spell? Hehehehe"

The Immortal of the South Pole had a very unhappy expression on his face, with thoughts running through his mind as he thought about the immobilization method used by Deng Chanyu.

First of all, excluding the cultivation level, there is still a big gap between the two sides in terms of cultivation level. This should be a very clever immobilization technique.

Nezha continued to play to his childish advantage: "Master Nanji's expression changed so quickly. He's anxious, he's anxious!"

The Immortal of the South Pole was also decisive enough. After realizing that he could not break the immobilization spell with a wave of his hand, he slapped out with his palm, and the huge magic power hit Shen Gongbao's heart. Since he didn't know which room the enemy was hiding, he would tear down the entire building.

All the magic power that Shen Gongbao had cultivated for forty years was shattered, and the blood spurting out of his mouth dyed a large area of ​​the jade steps red.

Then something even more embarrassing happened to the Antarctic Immortal.

Shen Gongbao was seriously injured and on the verge of death, but after his body fell, he still maintained the posture of riding the cloud.

Deng Chanyu smiled without saying anything. How much do you look down on Pangu!

As long as there is sound in the prehistoric world, as long as the main body of the prehistoric world is still created by Pangu, then the influence of the sound of the Great Dao will not disappear. Seriously injured? Nearly dying? A mere matter of life and death cannot escape the control of the sound of the Great Dao.

(End of this chapter)