Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 862 This is a wonderful misunderstanding
Long Ji walked briskly and circled the ten-foot-tall demon-inscribed stele twice. Fenghuang did not hide this thing, but placed it openly in the main hall of her Marshal's Mansion. There were at least eight hundred gods and goddesses passing by every day, and everyone could see it.

When the matter was being discussed in the Lingxiao Palace, there were too many gods who knew about Longji's plan, so it was impossible to keep it secret. Apart from anything else, Hong Jin, who had a deep connection with Kunpeng, might leak the secret.

The Heavenly Palace doesn't care about the secret being leaked. If Kunpeng didn't come, there would be no need for a fight. If he came directly to the Heavenly Palace, it would be more convenient. With so many gods, they could close the gates to the Thirty-Three Heavens and kick him to death with one kick each. It's unlikely that Kunpeng would also cause trouble in the Heavenly Palace, right?

Long Ji lowered his voice and asked cautiously, "Can this thing really put that demon master Kunpeng in a dilemma and allow the demon text to be taken back by the Heavenly Dao? No one has ever done this before."

Phoenix had just eaten a peach and, while picking his teeth, said confidently, "Just because no one has done it doesn't mean it can't be done. There's a beginning and an end, and there's a return. This is the law of nature. Look at your father, didn't he say anything? He's Daozu's child, and he's seen a lot from following him. If he wasn't sure, he would have stopped me long ago."

Long Ji's eyes widened, he covered his mouth, and he looked strange: "The problem is... The problem is that my father said the same thing."

Phoenix was stunned: "What?"

"My father said that the Saint's disciples must be sure of it. It was because he saw that you were so sure that he kept silent."

Phoenix looked at Long Ji, then at the demon stele: ".? Um... Wait a moment!"

She quickly contacted her original body. Deng Chanyu was still in the Queen Wa Palace refining the Chaos Bell. She had just relied on Brother Shenniu to block the door, and she had a fierce battle with Emperor Jiang, the ancestor of space witches.

When Qingluan was massaging her shoulders, she received the news from Fenghuang. She ignored the pain in her shoulders and hurriedly asked Nuwa.

"Teacher, do you think this demonic text can be returned to the Heavenly Dao?"

This question puzzled Nuwa: "I don't know. No one has ever done this before. Even saints don't know the answer to this question, which involves the will of Heaven."

Deng Chanyu was shocked: "Then why didn't you stop me?"

Nuwa's voice softened involuntarily: "Seeing you and Haotian were so confident, I thought you were sure of it."

Deng Chanyu, Fenghuang: "."

It’s all Haotian’s fault!
Can you put the thing that was pulled out back in?
Phoenix thought about the plan again twice and felt that it was not a big problem. The chance of success was at least 50%!

Deng Chanyu advised her: "If it doesn't work out, just say the demon race's blood isn't pure enough to communicate with the Heavenly Dao."

Phoenix felt a slight pain in her back teeth: "This is the only way."

She withdrew from the mind connection, looked at Longji, and like Might Guy, gave a thumbs-up, her front teeth gleaming: "No problem!"

Phoenix, Haotian, and Nuwa, they all thought that the other was an expert, and assumed that others understood Kunpeng better than themselves. They imagined each other, and finally a wonderful misunderstanding was born.

How would this misunderstanding ultimately unfold? No one knew, for Phoenix, feeling insecure, hesitated to verify it. After conferring with her true self, she came up with a bold idea. Since she couldn't hide it, she simply exaggerated the claims, exaggerating the demonic stele's effectiveness by three or four times. It seemed as if offering the demonic stele to the heavens would bring disaster upon Kunpeng, the demon master who had invented it.

It’s no wonder that when the news reached the North Sea Demon Master Palace, Kunpeng was really shocked.

Phoenix is ​​just a tool and is ignored by him.

Haotian and the saint seemed to be certain that this demon text stele could offer the demon text to the Heavenly Dao. He thought that his vision was not as good as the saint's, and his understanding of Hongjun was far inferior to Haotian's.

Beneath Kunpeng's seemingly arrogant and unruly appearance, he actually has a heart that is extremely cautious. If he was not careful enough, he would have been killed by Jie Yin and Zhunti long ago. These two saints are still holding back on repaying him with "cause and effect".

As long as the demon text exists, as long as there is still a demon using it, it will gain merit in the dark. Once the demon text disappears completely, there will be no merit in the future.

Yaowen is like a pension to Kunpeng. If it is lost directly, it will be a huge loss for him.

The Phoenix even threatened him, saying that his fortune would be greatly reduced and that the merits he had received before would be slowly deducted. These things seemed unreasonable at first glance, but after thinking about it carefully, it was better to believe it than not. In the final analysis, Kunpeng himself was weak.

He was also a model of adaptability, and immediately sent someone to deliver a message to the Heavenly Court, saying that his offense against the Heavenly Court was unintentional and hoped to be forgiven. He also mentioned the matter of the fallen treasure money, saying that this top-grade innate spiritual treasure could be handed over to the Heavenly Court, but it needed to be exchanged for a top-grade innate spiritual treasure of the same level.

He set his eyes on the Nine Demon Tower in Haotian's hand. This top-grade innate spiritual treasure of Luohou not only has nine independent spaces, but also has the effect of preventing the saints from detecting it. If Kunpeng gets it and hides in the chaotic space, even the saints will not be able to find him.

Haotian didn't want to trade at all. Even if he got the lost treasure money back, it would belong to Heaven. The Nine Demon Tower was his. Why should he use his own treasure to exchange for Heaven's treasure?
However, he really enjoyed the process of making the enemy surrender without any fighting, and he became more and more convinced that the demon stele was effective. If it had no effect, why would Kunpeng admit defeat, right?

He sent Taibai Jinxing to the Demon Master Palace to scold Kunpeng.

Seeing that the attitude of the Heavenly Court was so tough, Kunpeng also thought that the effect of the demon stele would be extremely amazing. Not to mention killing Taibai Jinxing with one knife, he didn't even dare to say any harsh words. He sent the person out of the North Sea very politely. The terms of the transaction remained unchanged, but his attitude had been lowered a lot.

Haotian ordered Taibai Jinxing to drag Kunpeng. If he was willing to exchange the best innate spiritual treasure for the innate spiritual treasure, then the deal could be made. On the other hand, he ordered Wen Zhong to continue training the troops. When the negotiations broke down, he would sacrifice the demon stele and then beat Kunpeng violently!
Old Zhu happily arrived at the Marshal's Mansion and boasted as soon as he entered: "Marshal, just now on the road, there was a young Taoist with a sword on his back, who was going to Doumu Palace. He looked unfamiliar, so Old Zhu showed him the way to the Sancao Palace."

"Young Taoist?" The Phoenix suddenly had an idea, and the spiritual sense of the Chaos Divine Beast was triggered.

She counted with her fingers, but everything was in chaos and she couldn't figure out anything. Her face changed drastically, she gave Lao Zhu a look, and hurried out of the house.

At the gate of Doumu Palace, she saw the young Taoist priest and immediately bowed respectfully: "Disciple greets the Holy Saint of Shangqing, and wishes him a long and healthy life."

Old Zhu, who was following closely, almost fainted from fright. This young Taoist priest carrying a sword and whom he had just fooled was a saint?
He had only seen the great master Xuandu, and had never seen a saint. He followed the great ceremony of worship, stammering and unable to speak.

(End of this chapter)