Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 951 Coercion and inducement

Deng Chanyu did not reveal her little secret that she could hear the thoughts of the magic weapon. After the rest, the measuring ruler hinted that he wanted some merit, and also expressed a long string of words to her, "loyalty, loyalty, and loyalty". She seemed very happy, and both parties were very happy.

She still joined the battle with the Chaos Bell in her left hand and the Measuring Ruler in her right hand, and together with Dijiang, she beat up the Earth Mother.

This guy is extremely tough and thick-skinned. Even though the "summoner" Zhulong is dead, the Earth Mother, as the "summoned creature", is not affected at all. She rushes around recklessly and beats the ancestor witch Dijiang, who is also good at head-on confrontation, into a state of frustration.

Is your ancestor witch so arrogant? This Earth Mother is even more arrogant than the ancestor witch.

High defense and long health bar are the strengths of the Earth Mother, but her weakness is that she has no brains.

The easy way is to exile Him to another space, no matter what space it is, whether there are people or not, just throw Him in and be done with it.

Now that Deng Chanyu is coveting someone else's power, she has to use a more polite approach.

She and Dijiang rearranged the space trap, preparing to slowly fight with the big rock.

The god of thunder was slacking off with the giant dragon named Gu. After he learned about the fall of Zhulong, his attacks became weaker and weaker, and he was clearly just slacking off.

Zhao Gongming did not gain the upper hand against the Golden Kylin. Old Zhao was as fast as a gust of wind, but the Golden Kylin had a strong defense, and neither side could do anything to the other.

Yunxiao has the advantage, but Caifeng is not a pushover. Even though her soul has been reborn as a phoenix, there is only a remains from that day. With her well-honed fighting instincts, the remains are still powerful. It will take some time for Yunxiao to defeat it without getting hurt.

Qiongxiao's realm is not as good as Elder Qiulong's, but the Golden Dragon Shears are very powerful, and Elder Qiulong does not dare to use his dragon body to block this magic weapon made of dragon essence.

Several battlefields were in a stalemate.

The ancient, heavy, and giant gate, which seems to have existed since the beginning of the world, stands out in the wilderness.

I don’t know how high this door is, and I don’t know what the consequences will be if I open it.

Jiang Ziya couldn't figure out why a door appeared in such a dead world, but he knew that he must not let Zulong in.

Zulong, who was once only one step away from becoming a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, was caught up by Lao Jiang. The sword, which was not an ordinary one, was as fast as lightning and stabbed Zulong's shoulder fiercely.

The result was that a crack was knocked out on the sword, but the thick-skinned Zulong was not hurt at all.

But he was too tired, too exhausted. His body was attacked by external force, and he tried to turn around and fight back as a conditioned reflex. Just this one turn caused the breath he had accumulated to be released. Lao Long staggered and finally leaned on a rock by the side of the road, gasping for breath.

At this time, Zulong was still a hundred feet away from Tianmen. From Lao Jiang's perspective, he could see the colorful light shining on the door. He didn't know what it meant, so he took two quick steps and the hundred-year-old young man stood between Tianmen and Zulong.

"Your Majesty, I heard that Zhulong is causing trouble and trying to kidnap you and escape. I am here to escort you back to Zulong Palace on the orders of Lord Haotian," he said seriously.

Zulong leaned against the boulder, looked up at him, and took a closer look.

Zulong's voice was powerful, obviously because he had been in a high position for a long time, and his words were full of majesty.

He asked, "Are you a Taoist from the Chan Sect?"

Without waiting for Lao Jiang to answer, he said to himself: "Get out of the way, you can't stop me with your mere cultivation as a terrestrial immortal." Zulong glared at him.

The ferocious dragon power was overwhelming, as if it was the last tranquility before the end of the world, and everything had come to an end.

The luck of the dragon clan was even more blessed on Zulong at this time. Jiang Ziya felt his legs trembling, his fingers holding the sword were extremely stiff, cold sweat flowed all the way from his forehead, his heart was squeezed by an invisible force, and he was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe.

At this time, Zulong was no longer a frail old man. In Jiang Ziya's eyes, he was more terrifying than King Zhou's hundreds of thousands of troops combined.

"I..." He was breathing rapidly and couldn't speak at all.

There was a soft "clang" sound.

The sound of the Chaos Bell washed over the entire Yin and Yang Realm, and the Dragon Clan's destiny roared. Deng Chanyu was not only representing herself, but also the destiny of the Phoenix Clan, the destiny of Heaven, the destiny of Buddhism, the destiny of Jiejiao, the destiny of Nuwa, and even a little bit of the destiny of Xianjiao.

The dragon clan's luck was swirling and winding, and its heart was filled with resentment towards the injustice of heaven and earth, but at this moment, its anger was meaningless. Its luck was shattered, and the power emitted by the Chaos Bell was like an invisible giant hand grabbing the dragon's neck and twisting it hard.

The luck of the dragon clan was forcibly cut off. The strong luck that had been generated by offering massive amounts of natural treasures to the Heavenly Court, as well as methods such as marriage, surrender, and apprenticeship, suddenly plummeted. The Ancestral Dragon, who was the first to be hit, even spat out a mouthful of golden dragon blood.

Jiang Ziya's chance was not good enough this time. The dragon blood did not spray on him, and he wasted a good opportunity to increase his bones. But he didn't care about it because the Chaos Bell allowed him to escape the shock of the dragon's might.

He drew his sword to stab, but Zulong quickly raised a hand and said, "Young friend, let's talk. I will give you cultivation resources, enough for you to cultivate to the level of a Daluo Jinxian. How about you get out of the way?"

To say that Jiang Ziya is loyal to Heaven and Haotian is nonsense. He is just a scapegoat now. If the mission is completed, the credit goes to Haotian. If the mission fails, it is all his fault.

This is not loyal at all.

Lao Jiang has a firm belief in becoming an immortal and attaining enlightenment, so he naturally knows the importance of resources.

The Seven Apertures Heart only improved his aptitude from "dull" to "acceptable". Among the billions of creatures in the prehistoric world, there were many with higher comprehension than him.

Not to mention a heart with seven orifices, even if he had two hearts, he would still not be able to compare with Yang Jian, Nezha, and even more so with Deng Chanyu, the reincarnation of an "ancient great power".

He needs resources for cultivating immortality, lots and lots of resources.

Zulong continued to persuade him, "They are unwilling to face me and do not want to establish this cause and effect, so they sent you to do this mission of sending yourself to death. Even if you stop me, what will you gain in the end? A reward from the Heavenly Court? Or a peach?"

His voice was full of bewitching intent. "Get out of the way. Afterwards, you can go to Yaoguang Island in the East China Sea. There's an illusion array on the west side of the island. Inside the array are sealed a vast amount of natural treasures. I'll give them all to you, fellow Daoist."

Jiang Ziya was full of hesitation. Just when the balance in his heart was tilting towards Zulong, a portal suddenly appeared in the dark sky.

After following Deng Chanyu around everywhere, he now had some knowledge and knew that this was a space passage.

The reason why this thing can be seen in the dim place is because there is a scorching fire on the other side of the space channel.

(End of this chapter)