Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 949: Zhulong Falls
Brutal! Even though they hadn't participated in that war, Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Zhao Gongming could still sense the bloodiness and madness of the past battles based solely on the Thunder God's understated words. This was a dogfight, a tug-of-war for eons. You hit me, I hit him, he hits you back, or two families join forces to fight one, or they maintain a superficial harmony while secretly stabbing each other in the back.

This is countless times more intense than the Battle of the Gods. In comparison, the Battle of the Gods is like a child playing house.

Thor said without question, "I'll deal with the drum."

He chose the dragon as his opponent.

Yunxiao pointed his sword at Caifeng and said, "Leave this to me."

As the remaining quasi-saint, Lao Zhao had no choice: "Then I will deal with that golden unicorn."

The three of them chose their targets and launched their attacks.

Qiong Xiao, Elder Qiulong and Jiang Ziya went to chase Zulong.

On the way, Elder Qiulong decisively changed sides. Qiongxiao, who had anticipated this, drew his sword to stop him and at the same time summoned the Three Immortals Island's most precious treasure, the Golden Dragon Shears. Elder Qiulong looked crazy, as if he had contracted mad cow disease.

Qiong Xiao didn't quite understand what this meant, so she could only instruct Jiang Ziya to continue the pursuit.

Lao Jiang: “.”

No problem, keep chasing!

Zhulong and Zulong could fly by relying on their essence, but where could he, a terrestrial immortal, find that essence? He spread his legs and ran wildly relying on the power of his body.

Not to mention, Lao Jiang is indeed destined to be a protagonist. Zulong was already at the end of his strength. He flew all the way and continuously activated his backup plan. Now he is relying entirely on willpower to move forward bit by bit.

Both parties took bus No. 11, and the -year-old strong guy took advantage. The distance between Lao Jiang and Zulong was rapidly narrowing.

Even with the Chaos Bell's time restriction, Zhulong's abilities were mostly crippled, and it was still difficult to suppress this guy.

From the piecemeal experience, Deng Chanyu felt that her life span had been shaved off by at least a thousand years by the passage of time.

Zhao Gongming tried very hard, with the help of his sister and the guidance of the saint, but in the end he could only grab a ball of time power. But when he came to Zhulong, he could almost intercept time at will in the long river of time, and he coexisted with the time power for a long time. His body was like a huge source of pollution, devouring the surrounding time every moment. Deng Chanyu's life span was lost in this way.

She was not having a good time, and Zhulong was also uncomfortable.

The way of time is a double-edged sword. Now every wound on Zhulong's body is permanent. The Nanming Lihuo burned two blood holes through his body from front to back. The dragon's belly was scratched by the measuring ruler, almost ripping it open. One of his arms was exiled to another space. The wound was as smooth as a mirror. Unless he was connected to that unknown space again, he would be permanently disabled.

Deng Chanyu has already gained the upper hand. A lifespan of a thousand years is insignificant to her. She can make up for it by eating a few fruits and sitting on the Twelve-Level Golden Lotus of Merit for half a month.

She waved her hand in the air, and the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains painting slowly opened. Ten old cows with different shapes, expressions and origins walked out slowly from the scroll. This was the Ten Oxen Painting given by the Buddha. Although it was not a magic weapon, it was a saint's thing after all.

Zhulong, sensing the extraordinary nature of the Ten Oxen, attempted to evade. His form was ethereal, cloaked in the power of time and shadow, allowing him to hover between existence and non-existence. However, the Ten Oxen were pursuing his true self, which did not shift with his physical position. One after another, the oxen rammed into Zhulong's body. Their force wasn't great, but their added properties were extremely potent.

Zhulong's face kept changing color. He was constantly thinking, getting lost, waking up, and breaking through the confusion. There were many expressions. When the eighth cow, the invisible cow that "both man and cow have forgotten each other", bumped into his body, there was a moment of trance in his expression.

He could resist the various abnormal conditions before, but this one couldn't be blocked, and his soul was shaken violently.

The next moment, realizing his own crisis, he hurriedly turned around and saw that Deng Chanyu had already moved behind him, with the Nanming Lihuo Sword in her hand emitting thousands of brilliant rays of light.

Zhulong had seen Deng Chanyu's swordsmanship before, and it could only be described as average. Apart from the phoenix-like fighting instinct, there wasn't much to highlight.

Looking again at this time, she saw that suddenly there were faint rays of light in the brilliant flames. Zhulong's remaining arm suddenly stretched out, and the power of time shooting out from the five fingers was like chains, trying to grab her sword.

The move that was originally a sure thing failed. Deng Chanyu's swordsmanship level soared a lot, even reaching the level of Tao. With one sword strike, white clouds covered the sky, and the next moment all the chains of time were cut off. Fine yellow sand rolled down from the sky, and the sand penetrated into the broken scales of Zhulong, making him feel heartbroken. He couldn't help but scream. In a flash, a red light without any smoke or fire flashed across Zhulong's eyes.

Be it the left eye that was as bright as daylight, or the right eye that was as dark as ink, both lost their sight in that instant.

Tears of blood flowed from Zhulong's eyes, and his pale face looked even more terrifying at this moment.

His knowledge of time is the most important, and the second most important thing is his eyes, but now they are useless.

"This is not your power," he said viciously.

"Hmph, it's enough that I can beat you. Why do you care whether it's my power or not?" This was indeed not Deng Chanyu's own swordsmanship level. Relying on the connection between the way of life and death, she borrowed some power from Yunxiao. The price she paid was that the surging Nanming Lihuo appeared in the hands of Yunxiao who was fighting with Caifeng.

With his eyes destroyed, Zhulong seemed to have a premonition of his own end and immediately let out a heart-wrenching roar.

Deng Chanyu swung her sword again. This time, as she had promised, she struck the wound caused by Caifeng in the past. The sword was deeper and more brutal. Zhulong's body was completely pierced by the red beam of light.

Zhulong didn't care and no longer attracted the long river of time. Instead, he threw his entire body into it and then used his own body as a carrier to try to detonate all the power of time.

"Suppress it!" This time, Deng Chanyu no longer cared about the consumption of mana, and hit the Chaos Bell for the second time with the measuring ruler.

Ice that exceeds the carrying limit of the Yin and Yang Realm spreads out from the eternal origin of the world. Endless frost spreads from the outside to the inside, quickly suppressing the power of time. This is not coldness in the traditional sense, but a kind of "nothingness", an eternal silence.

When the world was empty, time lost its original meaning. More chillness spread to Zhulong's body. His face was hideous, and his body covered with ugly scars gradually stagnated and finally came to a complete stop.

With a loud "bang", the power of time could not find an outlet, so it could only explode in Zhulong's body, from the heart all the way to the head, all blown to pieces. Afterwards, the wreckage became some kind of food and was swallowed up by the long river of time.

(End of this chapter)