Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 94: Killing the Evil
The people with less serious illnesses helped to transport some medicinal materials and food. The Nanjun officials also organized a large number of soldiers to maintain order. If the people gave their own food and clothes to the other patients, the officials would also give them gold, silver, silk and other materials as compensation.

The scene was orderly, far from the chaos Zhou Xin had imagined.

"Whose disciple are you from? How dare you ruin the master's mission? Don't you want to lose your life?" Zhou Xin saw Daji treating patients in the crowd at a glance. Her beauty was one thing, and her cultivation was another.

This is the only person among the vast number of people who has cultivated himself.

Daji raised her head, a cold expression on her beautiful face. "You are the one who released the plague behind the scenes? Are you one of Zhu Tianlin's fellow apprentices? You are a bunch of evil people who treat human life as worthless. You act so recklessly and unscrupulously. Aren't you afraid of heaven's punishment?"

The young men and women who were supporting each other, the children less than three feet tall, the white-haired old men and women, seemed to have received a signal at this moment, and all turned their eyes in the direction of Zhou Xin.

In a trance, the destiny of the human race in Nanjun, which had been dormant for almost a year, was awakened again. The shadow of the phoenix was looming. Zhou Xin shuddered all over and felt that the world had changed in an instant, becoming hostile to him and even wanting to tear him apart.

Zhou Xinxin's anger surged, and he shouted, "You live and die in a day, what do you know about fate? Stop immediately and follow me to Jiulong Island to kowtow and apologize to my master. Considering this is your first offense, I will spare your life."

Daji was so angry that she laughed: "Shut up, you pig-dog thing, you have no shame. To teach a pig-dog like you, your master must be a group of human-shaped beasts!"

There was a loud "boom" sound from the sky.

Her words touched upon the Jie Sect, and the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, which suppressed the sect's fortune, reacted. Meng Po, in the underworld, felt that this girl was too bold, but it suited her temperament perfectly. Ping Xin's predecessor, Hou Tu Niangniang, was the ancestor of witches. They were a group of hot-tempered barbarians. They feared nothing, but we don't even fear the heavens, so what are you, the Jie Sect? What's wrong with a few curses? The underworld, using the many dead in Nanjun as a medium, transmitted a black light, directly obscuring the abnormality in Nanjun. The Four Swords of Zhu Xian failed to find their target, trembled a few times, and fell silent again.

Daji insulted Zhou Xin's master, and the evil Taoist priest became furious. He lifted up his robe sleeves and took out the magic weapon, the headache chime. He struck the chime hard, and the men, women, and children in the square felt a splitting headache, and their souls seemed to be leaving their bodies in an instant.

"You evil demon, prepare to die!" Deng Jiugong had been cured long ago. At this time, he clamped his legs around the horse's belly and rushed out from the side like an arrow. The Qinglong sword drew a snow-like arc and slashed towards Zhou Xin's neck.

Deng Jiugong, with his mortal body, was able to capture Ma Shan, who was transformed from the wick of the lamp on the coffin of the Taoist Master Ran Deng, and was also able to capture the general Zheng Lun alive. His martial arts skills have reached the pinnacle of mortals.

At this moment, a knife filled with anger was slashed out, and with the help of the luck of the human race in Nanjun, there was already a trace of Tao.

The knife was so fast and accurate that Zhou Xin had no time to strike the chime and had to lower his head to avoid it.

His feather crown was cut in half by the Qinglong Sword at an angle, and his hair was disheveled. For a moment, he looked extremely miserable.

Daji secretly made a magic gesture, quietly borrowed a path from the underworld, and then emerged from the world of the living. She suddenly appeared behind Zhou Xin, twisted her wrist, and stabbed the long sword straight into Zhou Xin's back.

The sword blade was blocked as soon as it entered the flesh. Her strength was too weak. The sword was just ordinary iron and could not even be considered a precious sword.

"Ah! Bitch! How dare you hurt me?" Zhou Xin cursed loudly, handed the headache chime to his left hand, drew out a long knife with his right hand, and brutally beheaded Daji with one blow. The next moment, a blood-red paper man fell to the ground with his head and body separated.

"Don't even think about running!" Seeing Daji running wildly towards the north, he threw out his long knife with force. The tip of the knife instantly pierced this most beautiful woman in the world, but soon, the corpse lying on the ground turned into a paper man with blood spots all over his body and a long knife stuck in his chest.

What a strange method! Zhou Xin was stunned for a moment, thinking in his head, which major sect's magic was this.

In his opinion, only Daji posed a threat to him, and he could easily kill her after he cracked the secret technique of the paper man.

Those human soldiers and generals? They posed no threat at all. Daji used the paper figurines to fight him for several rounds, but she was clearly at a disadvantage.

The soldiers of Nanjun fired a rain of arrows, but they were all blown away by Zhou Xin's wind spell.

Suddenly, Deng Jiugong rode his horse and rushed forward. At this time, he was holding a long sword in his right hand, and the tip of the sword scraped a series of sparks on the ground. He briefly accumulated strength, then pulled the reins with his left hand, and the warhorse leaped high. Deng Jiugong, who was in mid-air, had his long beard fluttering. He shouted and slashed again.

Zhou Xin's attention was completely attracted by Daji, and it was too late when he wanted to dodge. Di Ting came out from the dark and bit his ankle. He struggled twice but couldn't break free. He watched Deng Jiugong's Qinglong sword fall on his forehead, and then the sharp blade split him in half from top to bottom.

"Traitor, do you recognize Deng Jiugong?!" Old Deng roared at Zhou Xin, who had only half of his body left. He had fought on the battlefield for most of his life and almost died on his sickbed. Old Deng had never been so cowardly. If both sides had a grudge, it would be easy to deal with it, but I don't even know you.

As an immortal, Zhou Xin's vitality was very strong. On the left half of his body, most of his head was still there. He looked at Deng Jiugong with resentment and said incoherently, "Master, I will not let you go!"

Chaoge City.

Jiang Ziya became a junior official, responsible for supervising all work related to the construction of the altar.

In the joy of his sworn brother Song Yiren, he did not encounter any criticism this time and it was time to marry Ma.

Even in slave society, marriage required gifts.
Song Yiren took care of the wedding banquet and other matters. Jiang Ziya felt that he could not just stand by and watch, so he advanced a month's salary and prepared to buy some rouge and powder as a token of his appreciation. After all, it was his wedding, not his elder brother's.

While strolling on the streets of Chaoge, I accidentally saw Deng Chanyu's Yutai Teahouse.

Isn't this teahouse in Chentangguan, Donghai? Why is it here in Chaoge?
Jiang Ziya had no concept of chain stores or franchises, so he felt relieved when he realized the teahouse owner was a monk. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't paid for his tea the last time.

Touching the silver in his arms, he felt that he should at least return the money for the tea.

He immediately stepped inside.

Thanks to the existence of bezoar, Jin Dasheng's true spirit has been doing well recently. His mental state has recovered well and he doesn't look so dull anymore.

Seeing the guest coming in, he invited Jiang Ziya to sit down.

"Hey, there's no need for that. I'll just pay you back for the tea I owe you and leave."

"Sit, sit. Tea, have some tea."

"Really, no need. I'm just passing by and have some mundane things to do at home."

"Sit down, tea, drink good tea."

Jiang Ziya was speechless. This teahouse waiter was too enthusiastic and seemed to have intellectual problems. He couldn't possibly say he was still waiting to go home and get married, could he? Just sit down and have a cup of tea. It wouldn't take much time.

(End of this chapter)