Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1189 Uninvited Chaos Creatures

An hour later, Jiang Ziya suddenly realized that Lady Pingxin had vanished, a shock that broke out in a cold sweat. He had clearly been keeping an eye on this authentic saint, but when had she vanished? He pondered for a moment, his eyes seemingly picking up on the clue, but his brain ignored reality, stubbornly believing that Lady Pingxin was still there.

The methods of a saint are really too difficult to predict.

At the same time, as if receiving some kind of signal, many immortals also noticed the sudden departure of the saint. What does this mean?
Nezha is very sensitive to the opening of space. He has seen it so many times that he naturally has the ability to judge.

He was chatting with Bixiao and the others. Qiongxiao and Bixiao were idiots who couldn't even pass the first level. Their real level was far lower than their own realm. They couldn't even exert 50% of their full strength. Their combat power was weak, and as a result, they were beaten up by the great wizard in the trial field.

The sisters were complaining to Xiao Qingluan, Hualingniao and Honghu when they saw Nezha's expression suddenly change. He abruptly took out the Qiankun Circle and looked around vigilantly.

"Little Nezha, what are you doing?" Bixiao was a little confused, and her beautiful big eyes followed Nezha's gaze and looked around. What was she looking at?

"Third Uncle, something is wrong. It seems like something has come out. I can't really put my finger on it, but it's a little weird anyway!" Nezha's spatial knowledge was not enough at this moment, and he went back to his old way of relying on intuition. As for what exactly it was, he couldn't tell clearly.

Qiong Xiao once again displayed her relatively reliable nature. She acted like a second sister and said, "Let's all be on guard. If the eldest sister in the trial field doesn't come out in a quarter of an hour, we'll go back to Emei."

The little blue phoenix, the flower-feathered bird and the swan all used swords in the past, and they looked ethereal and beautiful.

Ever since they met Master Deng from Mount Emei, they have all switched to using shovels. Before, the Three Immortals Island was not rich, and their swords were all magic swords of average quality, which were enhanced versions of the same model as Jiang Ziya. The shovels nowadays are not good-looking, but they have talismans made by Deng Chanyu on them, which contain the merits earned by the big lolis from working in the past few years.

It shone with golden light when it was swung. It didn't consume much merit, but it was powerful enough to make the witch clan silent and the demon clan cry.

The weapon's design isn't pretty? Your face is more important than your life!

They had just gotten ready when an old immortal with white hair and beard suddenly jumped up about ten feet away from the Jiejiao seat.

"What's biting me? Fellow Daoist Li, save me!" He knew that Nezha was a disciple of a powerful man with a very high level of cultivation. He stretched out a hand to call for help, but his body dissolved in mid-air. Below the abdomen, it was as if something had swallowed it up, and it disappeared in an instant. Very little blood splattered at the scene.

"Who are you, you monster? Show me your true form!" Nezha made a feint, holding the Qiankun Ring in his hand, but actually he was offering the Hun Tian Ling.

The red ribbon was like a spirit snake, winding and circling in the air. It quickly locked onto its target, flew over quickly, and then retracted with force.

A monster with a huge outline, seemingly no hands or feet, and only a huge mouth gradually revealed its whereabouts.

"What is this?" Nezha was a little surprised, and Yang Jian beside him shouted.

"Hold on tight!"

"it is good!"

The two had fought several times in Meishan and were familiar with each other's methods.

Nezha suddenly tightened the Hun Tian Ling, and Yang Jian took out the mountain-splitting axe and chopped it down without thinking!
In the distance, Wu Clan warriors cheered, but Yang Jian ignored them. The impact of the axe felt like some kind of clay-like substance, completely unlike the flesh and blood of a prehistoric immortal. He reacted extremely quickly, gripping the axe handle with both arms and pressing down with all his strength. The characteristic of a mountain-splitting axe is that the stronger the force used, the sharper it becomes.

The monster was chopped into two pieces, but it didn't die for a while, so Yang Jian rushed forward and chopped it with two more axes!

These days there is no enemy that cannot be killed with an axe. If the enemy doesn't die, it means the blow was not hard enough or deep enough.

The monster died, its previous invisibility quickly disappearing, and all the immortals present could see the creature's true appearance.

I can only say that it is too ugly. The monster's skin is as rough as wood, and black mud flows out from the cut parts. If you insist, it is just a mass of twisted matter, definitely not a flesh and blood creature.

"what!"

"help me!"

"Goddess, please come and save me! My Queen, please save me!"

Exclamations rang out one after another. Those who reacted quickly, like Yang Jian and Nezha, were able to kill the enemies, while those who reacted slowly could only wait to die. It was their own fault for not being vigilant enough.

"Everyone be careful! These are the chaotic creatures that the Queen mentioned before!" As the only Taiyi Golden Immortal at the scene, Zhenren Huanglong stepped forward without hesitation.

Unfortunately, he had just broken through the Taiyi realm and was far from reaching the state of perfection. He was also injured before, and his strength dropped sharply. After calling out, he was immediately besieged by more than ten chaotic creatures. He was caught in a dilemma and being able to block the enemy was his limit. Killing him was absolutely impossible.

"Junior brother! Come and help me!" He called Jiang Ziya to join him in resisting the chaotic creatures.

Lao Jiang was holding a sword, feeling extremely nervous.

Is this really an enemy I can handle? You, a Taiyi Golden Immortal, can barely handle it, and you want me to do it?
Huang Long threw a crown to him, and Jiang Ziya was confused. He wanted me to wear it?
Huang Long struck a Chaos Creature with his sword. The creature was like an oversized ball of yarn. While forcing it back, he was also slapped in the face by its pitch-black tentacles. This thing was extremely toxic to the Primordial Immortal. He couldn't even open one of his eyes, but he finally got a chance to breathe. He hurriedly explained, "Junior Sister Deng believes that the Xianjiao has too many magic weapons, so she refined this crown. Any true Xianjiao disciple will definitely be able to take out the most suitable treasure from it! Quick! Take the treasure!"

Is there a treasure inside? Jiang Ziya took the crown and looked around. It seemed to be just a rather fancy hat, without any secrets inside.

Without thinking too much, he reached his hand into the crown and immediately realized that the space inside was extremely large. Several innate spiritual treasures of high levels cheered. He didn't know what he had grabbed, but he felt a familiar touch in his palm. Relying on his intuition, he dragged the treasure in his hand out of the crown.

After seeing clearly what was in his hand, he was overjoyed.

The next moment, he unfolded the central Wu Ji apricot yellow flag. The precious flag of exterminating evil and warding off evil flashed with thick spiritual light, which not only forced back several chaotic creatures that besieged Huang Long, but also covered almost one-third of the main hall.

Nezha and Yang Jian immediately came to meet him, and together they came the Liang Xiaos and some disciples of the Jiejiao.

Facing foreign enemies, the doctrinal disputes between the orthodox and unorthodox sects seem insignificant. Now we must unite to face the outside world!
(End of this chapter)