Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 950 Eavesdropping on the Voice of the Magical Treasure

Deng Chanyu put away the magic weapons such as the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains and the Ten Oxen Picture, and with a shake of her shoulders, a graceful figure of a fairy in white clothes and skirt walked out of her body. It was Yunxiao.

With the help of the Avenue of Life and Death, they left a magical incarnation on each other.

Yunxiao looked at the remains of the Candle Dragon that had been swept away by the River of Time and asked, "After taking a direct hit from the Chaos Bell, is this guy completely doomed?"

Now Zhao Gongming's twenty-four solar terms are also developing in the direction of time and magnitude. From Deng Chanyu's perspective, Old Zhao is a bit weak and this may be the level he will be at in his life. But from Yunxiao's perspective, his brother is still quite powerful and may be able to make further progress in the future.

Zhulong, who controlled the river of time as easily as eating and drinking, blocked Lao Zhao's way.

Completely mastering this avenue and ultimately achieving the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian is the final stage. Not being able to reach the end does not mean that this road cannot be taken. Even Yunxiao dare not say that he can achieve the Hunyuan Daluo Dao Fruit. Zhao Gongming has a 99% chance of not being able to reach the end, so there is no need to think about things that far ahead. There is no problem in continuing to delve into the Dao of Time. The future is bright.

Saints do not follow the path of time. There are actually only a few quasi-saints in the prehistoric world, and it seems that they have not set foot in the path of time. As long as Lao Zhao can reach the level of Zhulong now, he can walk sideways in the prehistoric world.

Deng Chanyu wants to avenge Caifeng, and Yunxiao wants to kill the enemy who is blocking his brother's way. Their goals are exactly the same.

Yunxiao has limited magic power left here and cannot see much, so he can only ask the witnesses and winners of this battle.

Deng Chanyu pondered for a moment. "I don't think they're completely dead. Those dragons all said they suppressed the mad Zhulong in the Ancestral Dragon Hall. This means that Zhulong still has a time incarnation in the Ancestral Dragon Hall. However, after taking a direct hit from my Chaos Bell, the remains here were swept into the long river of time. The incarnation left in the Ancestral Dragon Hall is in great danger. I estimate that even if it survives, it will go mad."

She didn't dare to say anything, as these ancient gods who were born after the creation of the world might have some strange methods.

The higher the level of the powerful, the harder it is to kill.

Yang Mei was killed by the six saints working together, and Panhu and Kunpeng were both killed by Nuwa. The saints have the confidence to kill enemies below their own level with one move, but Deng Chanyu does not have this ability.

In the past, Kunpeng attacked Hongyun, and it seemed that he was dead, but in fact, Hongyun was not completely dead at all. Even today, Deng Chanyu could still take him away and split his remaining soul. This shows how difficult it is to kill these quasi-saints.

After living for billions of years, they have a lot of tricks up their sleeves. It is extremely difficult to kill them all.

Yunxiao nodded, agreeing with this statement. She looked at the battle between Dijiang and Earth Mother on the other side.

The Chaos Bell doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, and Di Jiang never had the upper hand to begin with. Now, all the spatial barriers, traps, and passages he set up were suppressed by the Chaos Bell. Facing the Earth Mother who was constantly drawing power from the deep veins of the Yin and Yang Realm, he could no longer withstand it.

Yunxiao pointed and said, "Do you need my help with this?"

Deng Chanyu said, "No need, I'll take care of this guy."

"Okay." Yunxiao said decisively, and the shadow merged back into her body.

Deng Chanyu did not take action immediately, but stood there and observed for a while.

The four legs of this Earth Mother are really good legs, thick, hard, and especially strong. When Emperor Jiang's spatial slash hit them, it only left a scratch three fingers thick, without even breaking the skin.

This Emperor Jiang only had a drop of his true essence, so it was true that his strength was a bit weak, and it was also true that the Earth Mother had high defense. Deng Chanyu stood aside and exclaimed, "What great legs! What great legs!"

If we cut off these four legs, we will have materials to repair the damage in the East China Sea!

The damage now was nowhere near as severe as when Gonggong crashed into Mount Buzhou. She had to consider whether it would be possible to use only one leg. She still had three legs left, and maybe she could use them again next time.
Deng Chanyu, who loves her job and is dedicated to her work, took a break for a cup of tea. One reason was to recover her magic power and restore her mind which had been damaged by the frequent use of the power of space. The other reason was to listen to her inner voice.

Listen to the voices of the Measuring Ruler and the Chaos Bell.

Treasures have spirits, and the spirituality of the Measuring Ruler and the Chaos Bell is even more terrifyingly high. To some extent, they are also proving the truth. The immortals use magic weapons to resolve cause and effect, establish good relationships, and ultimately prove the truth and transcend, and live freely.

Little do they know that the magic weapons are in the same situation as immortals. Immortals are like shit shovelers. The immortals who are called masters can die at will, but magic weapons cannot die. Magic weapons are basically invincible. High-level magic weapons, like the Chaos Bell, have all fallen into the chaos vortex. Nuwa and Deng Chanyu had to travel a long way to retrieve them.

At this time, the measuring ruler was chatting with the Chaos Clock.

They thought Deng Chanyu couldn't hear, but in fact, she could hear because she possessed Moonlight's telepathic talent.

Deng Chanyu closed her eyes and remained silent, pretending to recover her magic power, but in fact she was listening to the conversation between the magic weapons.

The Measuring Ruler has lived for a long time and has been wandering outside the ancient world for a long time. At this time, it is like a street urchin. Because of its new birth and Nuwa's personal hobby, the Chaos Bell now speaks with heroic spirit, like a female hero who has just entered the world of martial arts.

The Measuring Ruler disagreed with Chaos Bell's statement that it would fight for its master.

The language of the magic weapon was automatically converted into a language that Deng Chanyu could understand through his telepathy.

At this time, the measuring ruler was persuading the old sister of Chaos Bell.

"Brothers who share life and death? You treat her as a brother, but does she recognize you as a brother? She's just using you. I've been beaten too many times. Listen to my advice. These people in the wilderness, hehe, must be careful."

The power of the Measuring Ruler is slightly inferior to that of innate treasures such as the Tai Chi Diagram, Pangu Banner, and Chaos Bell, but it is of a higher level than top-grade innate spiritual treasures such as the Falling Treasure Money and the Hunyuan Golden Bowl. In fact, the Measuring Ruler and the Chaos Bell are indeed magical weapons of the same level.

Chaos Zhong asked the old senior: "Brother Ruler, what should I do? I just woke up and don't know much."

The ruler said in a teachable tone: "Remember this, I will only teach you once."

"Uh-huh."

"Remember, if my brother gets beaten, I will run away. I am my brother's good wife. Brotherly love is thicker than water. If my brother gets into trouble, I will pretend to be deaf. When my brother is around, I call him sister-in-law. When he is not around, I call him treasure."

Deng Chanyu looked at the measuring ruler in her hand for a long time without saying a word. Fortunately, Yue Guang had been very diligent recently and had studied a large number of Buddhist scriptures. Not only had he cultivated his own innate telepathy, but even his clairvoyance and destiny-knowing abilities to an extremely high level, which also raised the level of his telepathy. Otherwise, he really would not have been able to hear the voice of the magic weapon.

I originally wanted to give the Measuring Ruler some merit after repairing the sky this time, but now, haha, merit? Bullshit merit!

(End of this chapter)