Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 918: No More Demonic Writings
The important thing about returning the demon text to the Heavenly Dao lies in the ritual, and even more so in the Heavenly Dao's attitude towards the matter.

Seriously speaking, the amount of demon blood needed is not much. Each demon is full of vigorous blood. No matter how complicated the demon text is, it is just a matter of a few strokes. The 365 demon texts were quickly filled with demon blood. The demon text monument emitted a green halo. Lao Sha recited a prayer drafted by Fenghuang and approved by Haotian. This was read to the Heavenly Dao. Many powerful people who were concerned about this matter cast their eyes on the Heavenly Court.

It is common for the Heavenly Dao to bestow merits, opportunities, magic weapons, insights, and so on on sentient beings. However, returning something to the Heavenly Dao and eating back what was excreted is truly the first time in the world. The gazes of several saints could not help but look towards the Zixiao Palace. Can this be accomplished?
Everything depends on Hongjun's thoughts.

Nuwa, who had received the signal long ago, came out of the portal of the cornerstone world and asked Hongjun "coincidentally" at this time.

"Teacher, I'm not quite sure what 'holding the elephant, the world will follow' means."

The feeling of Hongjun being in harmony with the Tao gradually faded away, and the part of Hongjun's true self returned.

He looked at Nuwa with a half-smile: "Doesn't it mean that if you grab the elephant's trunk and swing it, you will be invincible?"

Nuwa laughed heartily and shirked responsibility, saying, "That was the opinion of my useless disciple. What knowledge can a child of that age have? He still needs me, his master, to protect him from the wind and rain, right, Master?"

Hongjun smiled and shook his head: "You are no different. This time, it will be as you wish."

Kunpeng, who has been abandoned by the times, is too insignificant to Hongjun. If Kunpeng had not continued to waste the spiritual energy of the prehistoric world, he would not pay attention to this small character who only knows how to eat and take more, but is actually of no value to the prehistoric world.

You can say it is a coincidence, or you can say it is a deliberate arrangement. Anyway, Nuwa and her disciples are now in Zixiao Palace, and one of them is "sweeping the floor" inside. Hongjun can't pretend not to see it. After all, he gave them face.

The demon race has withdrawn from the stage of the protagonists in the prehistoric times, and demon literature is not that important.

It’s not a big deal. At this moment, if it’s something you can do or not, I can help you with it by just raising my hand.

Hongjun didn't care, but his attitude was like a bolt from the blue to Kunpeng.

The Demon Monument standing in the Heavenly Palace Square flashed with golden light. Lao Sha looked at Ying Zhao, one of the top ten demon saints who volunteered to help.

Ying Zhao hates evil and has helped the human race to eliminate the evil demons. This time, when he heard that they were going to deal with Kunpeng, even though the Demon Summoning Banner could not affect him, he still brought his own dry food to help.

It was really because what Kunpeng did in the past was too shitty. Bai Ze still focused on self-preservation. You guys fight, I won't participate. Ying Zhao joined the hunt.

At this moment, the demon sage looked at the demon stele with a bit of surprise. After more than ten breaths, he looked at Lao Sha, his expression showing the helplessness of a demon, mixed with the excitement of revenge. He said, "The great event is accomplished."

The demonic writing completely disappeared in the prehistoric world. It once existed and was briefly glorious, but now, with Hongjun's thought, it is completely gone.

The memory of the demon language in Yingzhao's mind is disappearing rapidly. From now on, the demon tribe has no unified writing system and only has two choices. One is to learn the human language, and the other is to pick up the extremely rough writing systems of various tribes such as snake language and tiger language. However, this will cut off the possibility of communication between the many demon tribes.

It doesn’t matter to the little monsters in the ancient world, but the bigger monsters with higher cultivation levels will be more shocked. The things in their brains will disappear in an instant, which is too scary for the monsters.

The worst off was Kunpeng, who was still galloping in the North Sea. He transformed into a giant roc and fell headfirst from the sky like a head start.

The disappearance of the demonic text wouldn't have caused him tens of thousands of points of damage. Heaven was fair and wouldn't target him like that, but Kunpeng was still deeply hurt. Previously, the beatings by the Three Great Masters and Lu Ya hadn't hurt him, and he had escaped unscathed. This time, he was truly hurt. The process of inventing the demonic text was also a form of spiritual practice, a process of validating what one had learned and thought with the Great Dao of the Great Desolation. This experience was not insignificant to Kunpeng, but extremely important.

Cultivation is like building a house. You lay a solid foundation and then build up layer by layer.

Kunpeng's foundation was solid, but two floors in the middle had suddenly been emptied out. Would the house collapse immediately? Not quite. However, due to the lack of the process of creating demonic texts, his relatively perfect state suddenly became imperfect.

It's like he has proved Fermat's Last Theorem. Now he has the conclusion and knows how to use it, but he has forgotten all the key steps in between.

If I spend some time, I can trace back to the source and re-sort out my own path, but I don't have the time now.

The magic power that was originally flowing smoothly began to stagnate a lot. Although he was still at the quasi-saint level, he was actually unable to perform at the level he should have.

The spell that was cast previously had earth-shattering power, but now its power has been reduced by 50%.

Seeing that something was wrong with him, the three great Buddhist masters and Lu Ya surrounded him again.

Old Zhu commanded the Tianhe navy to set up the Tianhe Beidou Formation, and included the three great masters, Lu Ya and Kunpeng into the formation.

Wen Zhong used the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation, which he was not very proficient in, to surround the Tianhe Beidou Formation from the outer side.

There are formations within formations, from the thirty-three heavens to the eighteen levels of hell, from the boundless sea of ​​blood to the paradise, countless people in the prehistoric world are paying attention to this battle.

The Big Dipper slowly moved along with the Tianhe and Northern Dipper formations, and then 365 beams of light fell from the Zhoutian stars along with the formation.

A strong murderous intent enveloped Kunpeng. Lu Ya stretched out his hand and took out the Moon Essence Wheel lent to him by the moonlight. He used the golden flame of the sun to activate this treasure of the lunar star. It was unexpectedly harmonious. Wherever the sun and the moon shone, that was where his rainbow went.

Lu Ya's speed was pushed to the extreme, and Kunpeng was caught between a rock and a hard place. On one side was the extremely fast Lu Ya, and on the other side were the three great warriors with amazing defensive power.

Seeing that he was in a desperate situation, he finally used his last killer move.

Lost money!

Relying on the Falling Treasure Money, he successively knocked down the Dunlong Pillar of Manjushri Bodhisattva and the Jade Purifying Bottle of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, not caring about good fortune or bad luck, and temporarily forced back the three great Bodhisattvas. Afterwards, three fingers of his right hand were cut off by the Moon Essence Wheel, and a wound more than a foot long was cut on his back. He ignored his own injuries and forced his way out from the gap in the Tianhe Seven Star Formation.

Kunpeng first used the Dunlong Pillar to tie up the life-threatening Lao Zhu.

Afterwards, he used the water from all over the world in the Jade Bottle to destroy a corner of the Zhoutian Star Fighting Array. The practice of this array was still too unfamiliar, and Kunpeng was very familiar with it. He found the flaw without much effort, and then fled away for his life.

(End of this chapter)