Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 940 The Whereabouts of Zulong

Deng Chanyu acted like a leader, waving her hand generously and generously: "Okay, Xuehuang, you take them to rest for a while, I'll go see Yuanfeng."

Xue Huang glared at her: "Don't talk to me like that, you are not my sister at all!"

"Okay, okay, whatever you say, as long as you are happy."

Deng Chanyu ignored Xuehuang. Ever since she recovered all her memories, her personality has become weird, as if the second-in-command Caifeng had bullied her a lot back then.

A few days ago, for some unknown reason, you even beat Old Nine Dafeng away. Did Old Nine provoke you? When Dafeng was born, how many years had passed since the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation ended?
During this period, Deng Chanyu played three rounds with this guy, with two wins and one draw. Xuehuang is now very dissatisfied and angry, and finds fault with him for no reason.

Deng Chanyu is very busy now and is too lazy to pay attention to her.

In the mind connection of the Way of Life and Death, she warned Yunxiao to be careful, and then she stepped into the depths of the Immortal Volcano.

The place where Yuan Feng suppressed the spirit of the Phoenix Clan was no different from the past. The hot magma seemed to be the eternal theme here. Deng Chanyu stood on the rocks and shouted twice at the magma sea, but there was no response at all.

"Old lady, you really won't come out?"

"If you don't come out, I'll leave."

"Forget it. This Huangzhong plum, which blooms once every ten thousand years, bears fruit once every ten thousand years, matures after another ten thousand years, and produces nine fruits every thirty thousand years, can only be enjoyed slowly by myself. Who said that person was unlucky?" (Yuan Feng has never tasted Huangzhong plum, Chapter 843)
A large number of bubbles gurgled out of the sea, which was composed entirely of magma, like some kind of saliva.

Deng Chanyu was both angry and amused. This guy was actually so greedy. She put on a stern face and pretended to leave.

"Stop! Stop! Don't go. Don't you have some fruit to honor your dear old mother? Where is it?" A beautiful woman emerged from the lava. She looked Deng Chanyu up and down, left and right, as if she was guessing where her fruit was hidden.

Deng Chanyu waved her hand and said unhappily, "Don't try to get close to me. I don't know you well!"

"Good boy, good boy, I overslept just now and didn't hear you calling me. Look, I'm out now, aren't I?"

Deng Chanyu stared at her, and Yuan Feng showed a very gentle smile. If you ignore her personality and just talk about her appearance and grace, she is definitely the most beautiful woman in the prehistoric world.

After a slight hesitation, Deng Chanyu took out a fairy fruit with a flower shape like a lotus and a fruit shape like a pearl. The words "Huang Zhong" were naturally grown in the texture on the surface of the fruit.

Yuan Feng suddenly looked behind her with an extremely surprised expression. When Deng Chanyu was slightly distracted, he reached out his hand as fast as lightning to grab the fruit from her hand.

Deng Chanyu had anticipated this. With a flip of her wrist, the way of space became invisible and the fruit in her hand disappeared out of thin air. No matter how fast Yuan Feng was, he was not faster than her flip of her hand.

"Hmph!" Yuan Feng said angrily, "If you're brave enough, take it out again. This time, I'm going to have a speed contest with you! Do you dare? Do you dare to take it out again?"

Deng Chanyu was too lazy to tease this silly old woman, so she took out a yellow plum and threw it over casually.

Yuan Feng didn't even use his hands, but opened his mouth wide like a fool, constantly adjusting his position, and finally let the parabolic Huang Zhongli fall into his mouth.

She closed her eyes, her nostrils twitched slightly, and she clenched her teeth and chewed carefully.

"Hmm, it smells a bit like orange, very refreshing. Huh? It's quite strong, quite potent. It's much stronger than the sycamore fruit you brought last time!"

Deng Chanyu said, "The Wutong fruit takes 15,000 years to bear fruit, but this one takes 30,000 years. Of course, they are different."

Yuan Feng didn't know whether he heard it clearly or not. He nodded while chewing: "Okay, okay, okay! Oh, by the way, where did this fruit come from?"

Deng Chanyu said casually, "Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace."

"Huangzhongli is in Kunlun Mountain? Oh no!" Yuan Feng looked annoyed: "If I had known earlier, I would have gone to Kunlun Mountain to take a look!" Deng Chanyu rolled her eyes. What you mean by taking a look probably means eating the whole Huangzhongli tree, right?
She said nothing.

Kunlun Mountain is the training place arranged by Pangu for his soul. Now the power reserved by Pangu has been exhausted. However, when the three ancient tribes were at the peak of their power, they could not enter the Kunlun Mountain area at all. This place is like the Jedi and death zone in many online articles. Whoever enters will die. It was not until the Three Pure Ones took shape that the restrictions here were lifted.

Yuan Feng asked with a smug look on his face, "Anything else?"

"The last one."

Crunch, crunch, a fruit was destroyed.

"Any more?"

"This is really the last one."

Crunch, crunch, another fruit was eaten.

"Any more?"

"Where did Zulong go? Do you know?" Deng Chanyu said temptingly, holding the so-called "last fruit".

Yuan Feng picked his teeth with a look of disdain: "The fruit is not bad, but the skin is a bit hard and a bit stuck in my teeth. Ask that old loach?"

"Yes."

"I will not tell you."

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Deng Chanyu took out three more yellow plums and said, "Alright, you're so ruthless. I'll go ask Shi Qilin now."

There are three whole warehouses of such fruits in Yuxu Palace, and it would be impossible to notice if there were ten or eight missing.

Yuan Feng's eyelids drooped, his arms folded across his chest, his head turned to the side. Deng Chanyu walked out, one step, two steps, three steps.
"Okay, okay! I'll tell you!" Yuan Feng hurriedly stopped her, then thought for a moment and asked, "Do you know about Pangu creating the world?"

"know."

"Then do you know that clear air rises to become the sky and turbid air descends to become the earth?" Yuan Feng said as he stretched out his hand, motioning her to quickly get a fruit to moisten her throat.

Deng Chanyu grinned, but still fed her a yellow plum.

As he ate the fruit, Yuan Feng continued, "The holy, pure air rises and becomes Yang, while the heavy, turbid air descends and becomes Yin. Our clan is the most noble creature in the world, while the Qilin clan is the ugliest and filthiest. The dragon clan? Humph, a bunch of stinking bugs in the mud."

Deng Chanyu remained silent. It’s already this time, and you are still showing off and disparaging your old friend?

Yuan Feng's tone became slightly more serious. "During the billions of years since Pangu opened up the heavens and the earth, the two oldest gods in this world were born: the Yang God of the Pure Air, and the Yin God of the Turbid Air. You didn't know this, did you?"

Deng Chanyu really didn't know this information, and she shook her head.

"The Yang God and the Yin God were born in the Yin-Yang Realm, but both perished. The three tribes subsequently engaged in a bloody war for the Yin-Yang Realm that lasted for eons, resulting in countless casualties. If my prediction is correct, Old Loach should be hiding there, mourning his torn lovers."

(End of this chapter)