Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 885 Goodbye Yun Zhongzi

Deng Chanyu's cultivation level seemed unfathomable to Lao Jiang. The two were obviously very close to each other, but it seemed as if there were thousands of mountains and rivers between them. This was very magical. Why could he still see her from such a distance?

Lao Jiang couldn't help but use his Dharma Eye to look. His spiritual consciousness was being consumed rapidly. It seemed like a moment, but also seemed like a long time. There was no one in his Dharma Eye at all. The invisible force suppressed his soul, causing it to shake, his scalp to numb, and his hands and feet to tremble.

Deng Chanyu had a thought, and then he withdrew his consciousness from the endless, at least endless, spatial turbulence.

Jiang Ziya felt so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood.

Among all the immortals of the Chan sect that he had met before, perhaps only Guangchengzi and Chijingzi could barely reach this realm. Normally, they could call "Junior Sister Deng" by relying on the fact that they presided over the Conferred God Ceremony. But now that his relationship with the Chan sect is in name only, it would be inappropriate for him to continue to take advantage of his seniority, right?
He is over ninety years old and will be a hundred soon. He is not a teenager anymore and is not that naive.

He was still struggling with the question of address and did not open the formation immediately. Deng Chanyu took a step forward casually, bypassed the seven-layer defense formation of the Yuzhu Cave in Zhongnan Mountain from the spatial level, and walked in calmly.

Before the Great Dao of Space, any formation from the prehistoric world was nothing. She could come and go as she pleased. If Taiyi hadn't used the Chaos Bell to suppress space and seal off time, she wouldn't have been able to trap the Space Ancestral Wu Emperor Jiang with just the Great Zhou Tian Xing Dou Formation.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Jiang is here too? It was you who was watching me in the cave just now, right? It's really unexpected. It seems that Fellow Daoist has made progress in cultivation again. It's really cause for celebration." Deng Chanyu saw Jiang Ziya only at this time. She thought that the person who was secretly watching her in the cave was Yun Zhongzi's Taoist boy, but she never expected that it was an acquaintance.

"Friend Deng, it's been a long time." Lao Jiang was a little unsure of her purpose.

Deng Chanyu said, "I'd like to meet fellow Daoist Yun Zhongzi to reminisce about the past. I wonder if you could help me."

Jiang Ziya hesitated for a moment. Yun Zhongzi did not follow the path of the present-day creatures to reincarnate, be reborn, and walk the path of immortality again. Instead, he used the method of ancient times to put his true spirit into the auspicious clouds that had been arranged in advance, trying to transform himself again.

Drink this bowl of Meng Po soup, and you will be reborn as a primitive person in the next life. Reincarnation is the fastest, as the underworld has a one-dragon approach. Transformation is much slower. Some people have too deep roots, such as the ten innate spiritual roots. In the end, it is the innate Gengjin Bodhi tree that, with the help of Jie Yin, transforms into Zhunti.

The hollow willow actually became Yang Mei because the Space Demon God took over its nest, so this doesn't count.

Zhen Yuanzi and the ginseng fruit tree have a companion relationship, and the two complement each other. In fact, he is a genuine innate god, not a transformed ginseng fruit tree.

It can be said that except for Zhunti, none of the ten innate spiritual roots have successfully transformed. Ninety percent of them have fallen into the hands of many powerful people and become props to demonstrate their own strength.

The innate spiritual roots are too deep, and the ancient heaven does not allow them to transform. The current Yun Zhongzi does not have any deep roots. On the contrary, he only has one true spirit left. All the past belonging to the former Hongyun has been abandoned. He is no longer a Fude Zhenxian. It is almost impossible for him to transform.

Yun Zhongzi has been dead for more than ten years, and he still appears as a cloud.

Lao Jiang had previously been forced to have a seven-aperture heart by Yun Zhongzi, which greatly increased his comprehension. However, he helped Yun Zhongzi's true spirit escape from the List of Gods, so the two sides owed each other nothing.

Now that he has come to Yuzhu Cave to enjoy the golden elixir and learn advanced skills, he will eventually owe karma. If he cannot stop the enemy, when he breaks through in the future, he will definitely be plagued by inner demons and will not be able to make any progress in his life.

"This." He hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand halfway, and then froze there.

Stop him? Can he stop him? Just one look at him makes him spit blood. Use your head to stop him? The Divine Whip and the List of Gods have been returned to Heaven. Even if he has them in his hands, he can't stop him, right?
"Zi Ya, please invite Fellow Daoist Deng to the back mountain for a chat." Yun Zhongzi's voice came from afar, and Lao Jiang breathed a sigh of relief. Okay, you guys talk, I have nothing to do after this.

He led Deng Chanyu to the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain, which was surrounded by mountains. Looking up, he could only see the sky as big as a palm, and a group of slightly blood-colored clouds was floating in the sky.

Lao Jiang was grateful to Yun Zhongzi for giving him many advanced skills of the Chan sect. He was no longer a passionate young man, but at this moment, he still hoped to do his part.

If you two start fighting, I will help you call for reinforcements. This is probably what he thought.

Deng Chanyu shared a small part of his telepathic ability from Yueguang and immediately saw through the old man's thoughts.

She smiled: "Friend Jiang, we have known each other before, and I even held your son in my arms."

Lao Jiang laughed dryly twice and said nothing. He only slowly retreated after Yun Zhongzi spoke.

"I wonder what brings you to Zhongnan Mountain? Are you here to exorcise demons and monsters? Or do you want to avenge the Three Goddesses?" Yun Zhongzi asked.

Deng Chanyu shook her head gently: "Neither, I came here today to help you transform."

A blurry face emerged from a cloud of mist. Yun Zhongzi studied her for a moment. "Looking at your cultivation, it seems you've made further progress since the Blood River Formation. I'm truly blind and can't discern what magical powers you possess. However, transforming is a personal matter. How can external forces help me?"

He urgently needs to transform now, and everything else must give way to this goal. He didn't even ask Deng Chanyu for the conditions for helping him transform. His idea was that if he can do it, he will do it. If he can't, he will refuse to do it. At worst, you can kill him again.

For more than ten years, there has been no sign of transformation, and he wants to transform as soon as possible.

Deng Chanyu flipped her palm, and a mysterious and unusual aura appeared between her palms.

Yun Zhongzi, as a fragment of the former Hongyun, also joined the Chanjiao sect and was very knowledgeable. He could not see Deng Chanyu's realm now because his own realm was too low and the way of space was too mysterious. One look at her would shake her primordial spirit and two looks would destroy her true spirit. He really could not see any more.

He couldn't tell Deng Chanyu's cultivation level, but the clear air in front of him gave him a very strange feeling. What was this thing?

"I am short-sighted and don't know the real treasure. What is that in your hand?"

Deng Chanyu first cast a respectful gaze in the direction of "Grandpa Daozu", then said calmly: "Daozu took pity on Hongyun's unfortunate fate and the calamity he suffered for no reason, so he sent me here to help fellow Daoist transform."

The pure air in her palm came from Fenbao Rock, and it was indeed the work of Taoist Ancestor Hongjun. She could talk about this in any occasion.

Yun Zhongzi had a strange expression on his face. Did he feel pity for the old ancestor Hong Yun? If he really felt pity, then Hong Yun wouldn't have died.

He wanted to laugh, wanted to laugh out loud, but he didn't dare
(End of this chapter)