Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 919 Kunpeng's Fall
Seeing Kunpeng fleeing, Guanyin Bodhisattva asked, "Mahavairocana Tathagata, why didn't we give chase?"

Lu Ya said with a hint of satisfaction: "Those who do too much evil will eventually perish. Kunpeng will die today, and no one can save him."

Seeing Lu Ya's confidence, Guanyin Bodhisattva felt there might be other arrangements he didn't know about, so he stopped talking. He had come to participate in the battle primarily to obtain a batch of spiritual materials from Mount Lingshan. Guangchengzi had previously used the Fantian Seal to bombard Mount Putuo, causing him to suffer significant losses. He urgently needed assistance from Mount Lingshan.

Coming to join the battle is considered completing the mission, as for whether Kunpeng lives or dies, he doesn't care.

Manjushri and Samantabhadra Bodhisattvas had similar ideas. As long as we had submitted our pledge of allegiance, the matter would be settled.

Kunpeng first turned into a giant roc flying in the sky, and then turned into a giant Kun and fell to the bottom of the sea. It was unknown how far he escaped. Feeling the injuries on his body, he had to float to the surface of the sea.

His injuries were quite serious. Not only were his fingers cut off by the Moon Essence Wheel, but there was also a huge wound on his back. At this moment, the wound was full of bright spots of light, which looked very beautiful from a distance. In fact, this thing caused great harm to him, but he really didn't have time to get rid of it in a short time.

After erasing the traces he had left along the way, he randomly found a mountain nearby and planned to hide there to heal his wounds and recover the insights he had lost due to the erasure of the demonic writing.

The process of re-inferring is not difficult, it just takes some time.

He sat down cross-legged and was about to inform Taoist Peng, who was still fighting the Phoenix, to retreat, when a thought came to his mind and he looked towards the top of the mountain with fear in his eyes.

I saw a woman wearing a red palace dress, with a simple golden headband on her head, her skin was whiter than snow and glowing, she was holding an ancient long sword, sitting quietly on the top of the mountain.

The woman felt Kunpeng's gaze and slowly opened her eyes. Her crystal clear eyes were full of murderous intent, which was a hundred times stronger than the previous three great masters, Lu Ya plus the Tianhe North Dipper Formation, and the Zhoutian Star Dipper Formation combined.

Kunpeng was horrified. He had never expected today's situation. In comparison, the previous crisis was simply a joke.

His voice was extremely dry. Facing the woman's murderous aura, he said with a stiff upper lip, "Kunpeng has seen the Saint, but he doesn't know the Saint's wife."

No matter how eloquent you are, it is useless in the current environment.

He couldn't continue speaking halfway through.

What's the point of explaining? What can be explained? Only saints can rival saints. Is there a saint in the prehistoric world willing to help me now?

The two saints from the West have always wanted to kill him and put an end to the karma of the former Zixiao Palace. It’s good enough that they didn’t add insult to injury.

Nuwa? This is Nuwa's evil corpse clone.

The Three Pure Ones? Yuanshi is not in the prehistoric world. Will Taiqing and Tongtian save him?
After thinking it over again and again, he realized that there was no way to survive, so he decided to give it a try.

"Don't you think that Saint Madam is bullying the weak?"

Nuwa's evil corpse clone is the result of the murderous intent and malice she accumulated when she was wandering in the ancient times.

Seriously speaking, she is decisive in killing and takes pleasure in settling grudges. No matter how things change, I can kill them with one sword. This evil corpse clone of Nuwa is what Yunxiao admires the most.

At this time, the evil corpse clone said calmly: "Take my sword. If you can take it, I will let you go. If you can't, you will die." Kunpeng was still forcing his defense: "There is no cause and effect between me and the queen!"

The evil corpse clone said slowly: "There is a guy named Fuxi..."

Kunpeng ignored the formalities and interrupted her, "I have no grudge against Fuxi. When he wanted to prove his Dao to the human race, it was I who 'lent' him the River Map and Luo Shu. Do you still remember, Madam?"

He emphasized "lent."

The evil corpse said without question, "That's true, but this time Fuxi is willing to accept the punishment, and he also wants me to strike him with the sword. Don't say anything more, just prepare to take my sword."

Kunpeng no longer cared about his injuries. After all, the departure of Taoist Kun had some impact on him. Both his defense and underwater speed had decreased. At this time, he turned into a giant roc, flapped his wings, and flew straight up into the sky. Not only did he want to stay away from the North Sea, he even wanted to break through the thirty-three heavens and enter the chaos. Only by running into the chaos would he have a chance of survival. He used 120% of his strength to escape.

"Boring." Nuwa's clone muttered.

After all, the clone is not a saint and can only be regarded as a quasi-saint. If Kunpeng attacks with all his strength, he will not be able to win, but it can provide the clone with some long-lost fun. There are really too few such enemies now.

She felt a little regretful that the enemy was unwilling to take action, but it did not affect the outcome.

What she had said before was all true. Fuxi had indeed asked her to kill Kunpeng, and Kunpeng had indeed done Fuxi a favor by "lending" him the River Map and the Luoshu. Now Fuxi's actions could be described as repaying kindness with ingratitude, but Fuxi didn't care. You're cunning, you're calculating, so what? Even if it meant a little backlash, he would avenge the demon clan of the past. With the entire human race on his side, the backlash wouldn't be that great.

The evil corpse clone spotted the direction of Kunpeng's escape. This guy kept changing his position in the air, and his potential was almost fully unleashed.

After just two glances, the evil corpse clone drew out the demon-slaying sword and lightly slashed at the air.

Limited by her realm, the avenue she controlled, and other factors, she could not bring out the same might as Nuwa did when she killed Panhu. However, the sword strike at this time still changed the color of the ancient world.

The sword light divided the world into two halves, black and white. The mountains and rivers along the way where Kunpeng passed by and left hidden hands were shaking violently. In front of this dark sword light, these arrangements were meaningless.

A cold wave was triggered deep in the ice field, but in the next moment, the cold wave returned at an even faster speed, returning to where it came from.

The eerie and dark energy became restless, and thousands of souls wailed together, but after seeing the light source of Jian Guang, they all shut up, and some even lay back in the coffin and continued to pretend to be dead.

The ice was forced back, the flames hid deep in the earth and dared not move, the strong winds hurriedly made way, and the divine thunder that had raged in the North Sea for billions of years stopped at this moment. No matter how Kunpeng urged it, no trace of lightning appeared, and the clouds that had accumulated for who knows how many years even showed a tendency to disperse.

The sword light of the evil corpse clone contains spring, summer, autumn and winter, the sun, moon and stars, the calls of relatives and the hostility of enemies. Thousands of sword lights finally converge at one point, easily cutting through the many defensive spells and defensive treasures on Kunpeng's body. Finally, the sword light is extremely simple and passes by lightly.

Kunpeng, who had burst out with all his strength and had reached the thirty-third heaven and was about to enter the chaos with just one flap of his wings, felt dizzy. The unrivaled murderous intent completely destroyed his soul and crushed the life force in his body.

After one sword strike, Kunpeng's seemingly unscathed body fell from the thirty-third heaven. The birds and fish in the ancient world all cried out in grief. Another powerful man had fallen.

　Make up for yesterday's chapter

　　
　
(End of this chapter)