Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 979 True and False Phoenix
Zhenren Huanglong is a Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect, and his connection with the dragon clan is very rare. But no matter how much he achieves enlightenment, or how much he practices both Buddhism and Taoism, his roots will not change.

He was born into the dragon clan, and this could not be changed until the end of time.

The luck of the dragon clan plummeted, which caused the evil dragon soul, which had been suppressed and transformed, to suddenly run away.

During this year and more, Huang Long's magic power would boil over every seven days, and evil thoughts would surge in his heart. He had to rely on Buddhist and Taoist scriptures to regain his composure. In this state, not to mention cultivation, not even developing schizophrenia was considered a victory. His life was extremely miserable.

The Jade Purity Immortal Technique is the top cultivation technique in the world, and many Buddhist scriptures also have the effect of stabilizing the mind. With these two methods combined, it took a year to barely suppress the many discomforts.

"Teacher, a young fairy has come from outside the mountain. She says she's your friend. She looks familiar to me."

Aunt Hu ran over to report the news.

My friend? Or a young fairy? Does she look familiar to you? Who is she?
Zhenren Huanglong was a little puzzled. Anyone who could find Longhu Mountain must not be an ordinary person. Huanglong has always been a typical low-key dragon. He didn't know who was looking for him. The other party was very good at hiding his breath. It was impossible to detect through spiritual sense. This was also impolite, so he could only go down the mountain to greet him.

After seeing who it was, he smiled and said, "Marshal Zhenjun is not in heaven to receive blessings, but he has come to my desolate wilderness. It is truly an honor for my humble home. I invite you to come into my house and have two cups of wine."

The person who came had bright eyes and white teeth, and a graceful figure. Every move of her hands and feet was filled with natural rhythm, and her voice was crisp. If you closed your eyes and listened, it was like a clear spring flowing through a mountain stream.

"You are so polite, sir. I just wanted to borrow something."

Zhenren Huanglong frowned slightly, thinking that the visitor was a bit arrogant, but he had always been an unconfident person. Now that the evil dragon's soul was suppressed, his mind was mostly in his body, and he appeared even more humble than usual.

"Haha, I wonder what you, Marshal, would like to borrow. Do you need my help? If you need anything from me, please feel free to tell me."

The visitor's smile was a bit sinister. "I am truly unworthy of your kindness, fellow Daoist. I have come to borrow the Dragon Ball. Please forgive me for any intrusion."

Huang Long was stunned.

What are Dragon Balls? Every dragon possesses one, a unique organ of the dragon race. The Ancestral Dragon Ball is actually the Ancestral Dragon's own Dragon Ball, condensed from its very essence. Losing it kills weaker dragons instantly, while stronger ones become plagued by illness. During breakthroughs, dragons can consume the power within the Dragon Ball to increase their inner strength. It's considered a second spirit within the body, and its importance is self-evident.

The visitor's words at this time sounded extremely rude to Master Huanglong. It was like asking for "borrowing your head" or "borrowing your heart", which was a condition that no dragon would agree to.

"Sir, please don't joke. If you have nothing to do, please leave immediately!" He directly ordered them to leave.

The visitor's smile was extremely bright, but there was a hint of cruelty in it, and the implication of the deep blood feud between the two sides was no longer hidden.

Huang Long couldn't help but take a half step back.

This was not the first time the two sides had come into contact. The Dragon and Phoenix clans were blood enemies, and they could usually feel the deep hatred surging from the depths of their blood. However, they could both suppress the hatred with reason and control their bodies with their thoughts. Now, the other party no longer suppressed the call of their own blood, and instead revealed such a great hatred, which really made him a little confused.

He had some guesses.

He asked tentatively, "Fellow Daoist, have you been possessed by a demon?" The visitor was very disdainful: "Demon? What the hell is a demon?"

Her eyes were wandering, as if she was asleep for a moment, but in the next moment, she became extremely sharp, her eyes fell on the lower abdomen of Master Huanglong, the surging power of qi and blood suddenly burst out, and her palm carried the power to grind the mountain into powder. She stretched out her five fingers and stabbed his lower abdomen, trying to forcibly dig out the dragon ball.

Zhenren Huanglong quickly drew his sword to block. When the sword edge touched the sharp claws, he felt that the opponent was extremely powerful. This power also contained a strange shock force. It was not magic power or magical power, but extreme physical strength and force-generating skills.

He was horrified, and he turned the sword and waved his robe sleeves, blocking the attack with some difficulty at the cost of his robe sleeves being shattered into pieces.

"Who are you?" The person he knew didn't seem to fight like this.

The visitor was calm and composed, a glass-like flame emerging from his palm: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what I am doing."

Zhenren Huanglong rose up to resist, but the opponent was not from the Xuanmen sect. He used methods from ancient times, focusing on killing with one blow. Exchanging injuries for injuries was commonplace, which made Huanglong very uncomfortable. The most important thing was that the opponent possessed combat power comparable to that of a Daluo Jinxian.

Even though the Xuanmen Immortal Technique is superior to many ancient spells in its concept, it has to be at the same level. Now Huang Long has absorbed the essence of the evil dragon, which has greatly improved his own qualifications and bones, but he has not achieved the Taiyi Dao Fruit after all, and there is a gap of two major realms between him and the other party.

No matter how exquisite Yuqing's magic is, it cannot make up for this lack of hard power. If he had a top-level magic weapon, he could even the situation, but Master Huanglong has no magic weapon.

After ten moves, after seeing Huang Long Zhenren's strength clearly, the visitor attacked with all his strength, and a violent storm enveloped Longhu Mountain. Aunt Hu took Xiaohu and hid in the cave shivering. After the storm subsided, she hurried out, but found only Huang Long Zhenren with a pierced lower abdomen.

Huang Long Zhenren raised his hand tremblingly: "Go to the back mountain and help me take out the cold pond..."

His dragon ball was directly dug out by the other party. He didn't know what this meant, but guessed that he would not be able to get the dragon ball back in a short time. He was decisive and immediately activated his backup plan.

A dragon has only one dragon ball, but he once used a secret method to split into two. At that time, it was two living beings, so naturally there were two dragon balls.

Emperor Shun killed nine evil dragons, but he would not absorb the dragon balls from the evil dragons. This thing is useless to humans, just like gallstones. You can't eat it, right?

The dragon ball of the evil dragon clone of Master Huanglong is still there, and it is the perfect time to replace it.

Aunt Hu went to the back mountain. Zhenren Huanglong was lying on the ground, sighing. The Battle of the Gods was over, and he had taken back many of the blessings he had given up in the past. Why was he still so unlucky?

The enemy's arrival was completely inexplicable.

Just when I was feeling melancholy, suddenly a beam of fire fell from the sky, and a fairy wearing a fiery red cloud-patterned phoenix skirt and a snake bun stepped out of the flame passage.

Phoenix was somewhat surprised to see the miserable state of Huanglong Zhenren: "Fellow Daoist Huanglong? Am I too late?"

Huang Long Zhenren looked at her in astonishment. "Why are you back again? Did you figure out I have a spare dragon ball, so you came back?"

(End of this chapter)