Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1383 Sky-Opening Ax
If she had a choice, Deng Chanyu still wanted to use gentle means to influence the Heavenly Dao Pen little by little and make the other party realize her goodness. But it is not possible now. Pangu's Divine Axe has reached the critical moment of turning from virtual to real, and there is no time to delay.

She acted decisively, grabbed the pen, and muttered something.

What she was reciting was the "Original Vow and Merit Sutra" of Moonlight Tathagata. The power of her merit transformed into scriptures, like a clear spring, and was completely absorbed by the Heavenly Dao Pen.

The tiny cracks on the pen disappeared, and except for the half that looked like it had been bitten by a dog, the rest of the pen was restored to its original state. The magic array and many damages inside the magic weapon were also repaired one by one.

The Heavenly Dao Pen wanted to refuse, but the problem was that it really couldn't refuse. As a fragment of the Heavenly Dao, its demand for merit was a hundred times higher than that of an immortal.

If I pay you one dollar, you have to create one hundred dollars of value for me.

If you take my merits, you have to do things for me!
Deng Chanyu put herself in the perspective of a believer offering incense, and the Tiandao Pen at this time was the deity on the altar.

The gods of the ancient times were often just tool gods, and this time was no exception.

The Sutra of Original Vow and Merit forcibly defines the relationship between the two as the relationship between believers and gods. The Heavenly Dao Pen cannot reject Deng Chanyu's "original wish" and can only continue to use the power of its own Heavenly Dao rules to materialize the shadow of the divine axe like an old ox.

This divine axe, which originally did not exist in any time or space, gradually showed its own unique strength and dominance.

Deng Chanyu put away the half of the Heavenly Dao Pen and lost all its light. It looked like it had been completely drained of energy. I wonder if it was completely "dead". This thing is very cunning. Compared with it, the Heavenly Ruler who always liked to bargain with Deng Chanyu is considered an honest "person".

She looked at the freshly baked Pangu Axe.

The axe once split into three innate treasures. Now the three treasures each contribute a true meaning of the magic weapon and merge into one axe again. This is another cycle.

This time it is not the German Axe. If it were to be given a name, it might be called the Axe of Creation.

Only the axe held by Pangu can be called Pangu's Divine Axe. Deng Chanyu has her own path, and the Axe of Creation is very suitable for her.

If she directly took the Tai Chi diagram, Pangu Banner and Chaos Bell to refine them again, maybe she could reproduce the power of Pangu's Axe. Unfortunately, this can only be thought about and cannot be done in reality. What she has in her hand now is a beggar's version of the axe that has been downgraded by several levels.

Fortunately, it was the beggar's version. If it was the complete version, even if she knocked the Heavenly Dao Pen once, this piece of Heavenly Dao fragment would not be able to complete the task of turning the virtual into the real. Now it can be considered a mistake.

Even if it shrank significantly, the Axe of Creation could not be smoothly incorporated into her Yuan Shen. There were still traces of the Chaos Bell in her Yuan Shen. If she added another divine axe, there would be a conflict between the two magic weapons.

She estimated that in order for her soul to accommodate this thing, she might need to kill another corpse.

The axe is good, but I can't keep it with me right now.

She couldn't travel through time with an axe that couldn't be concealed. If Hongjun of her time saw it, how would she explain it? You said I came to offer the axe? The axe is my father, if you don't abandon me, Chanyu is willing to...
It's not appropriate to carry it with you now. There are still five thousand years of preaching to come. Zixiao Palace is a place for preaching, teaching, and answering questions. What's the big deal about you carrying an axe?

She did not make a earth-shattering move to reshape the heaven and earth. Instead, she found a weak spot in space, drilled a small hole with the tip of her axe, and then quietly slipped out.

They found themselves still in the sea of ​​blood. The "ten minutes between classes" that Hongjun had reserved for them only had one hundred years left, and the previous four hundred years were completely wasted.

As soon as she thought about it, the power of space was activated silently. She sealed the Axe of Creation in the depths of the sea of ​​blood. After Sanqing, Jie Yin and Nuwa were rescued one after another, she pretended to be a little confused and walked out from the darkness.

"Brother? Fellow Daoists, what happened before?"

Jie Yin sighed, "That senior was truly skilled. She used some mysterious avenue of space to separate us one by one, then tried to defeat us one by one. It was Daoist Fellow Tai Qing who was more clever, using the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda to block that senior, buying us a considerable amount of time to awaken." Tai Qing was also a little puzzled. Was it his own achievement? He, too, had been caught up in that seemingly illusory discussion, and later sensed a breach in space. He had awakened in the pagoda, so Jie Yin was right.

He said a few humble words.

Yuanshi Tianzun was very annoyed and searched the area within ten thousand miles: "That guy ran quite fast, and I don't know where he went."

He was somewhat interested in the Zhentian Coffin and felt that this thing was destined for him, but the other party's methods were mysterious and unpredictable. Although he was tough in words, he actually didn't dare to chase it alone.

Taiqing advised: "Since Fellow Daoist Haotian is safe and sound, let's return to Kunlun Mountain as soon as possible."

There are only a hundred years left in the five hundred years, which is obviously not enough. If we don’t hurry up, the “next lesson” will begin.

Yuanshi Tianzun also knew that time was running out. He took one last look at the empty space where the Zhentian Coffin had been placed before, noted the aura of this evil treasure, and prepared to come back for revenge later.

Deng Chanyu also felt a little regretful. It looked like the previous Taoist Kun was going to die soon. She wondered who would eventually get the remaining half of the Heavenly Dao Brush. Would it be Yuanshi Tianzun? Would he leave it in Yuxu Palace?

She secretly planned to look for it carefully when she returned to her own time.

The few of them no longer had the leisurely demeanor of gods. They sped all the way, accelerating frequently, and finally arrived at Kunlun Mountain. Without much politeness, they sat down and began to discuss.

In that space that seemed both real and illusory, they did discuss the Dao, but it seemed to be true but not true. After they sorted it out, they all felt that it was irrelevant, so they could only discuss it again.

Starting from Taiqing, then Yuanshi, Tongtian, Nuwa, all the way to Jieyin and "Zhunti", Haotian and Yaochi are a bit far behind them, so they just listen attentively at this time and only interject a few words occasionally.

A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

Even though Haotian was not in Zixiao Palace, the bell sound unique to Zixiao Palace still spread throughout the prehistoric world, ringing nine times in a row.

This means that the "break" is over and it's time to continue with the class.

Deng Chanyu asked a few people, "Everyone, how much has your understanding of the Three Corpses' Integration improved?"

Several of them looked unhappy. Their study time was reduced by 80% in an instant, which was too much.

Sailing against the current, if you don't move forward, you will fall behind. They are more worried about being overtaken by those who come after them.

Di Jun, Tai Yi, Hong Yun and others are actually quite talented. If I go back and study hard, I might be able to catch up with them.

Nuwa hesitated for a moment and said, "I probably understand 35% of it."

Compared to five hundred years ago, she only understood half a percent more.

The others were also complaining that the time was too short and before they had time to fully understand the lesson, the next class was already over.

(End of this chapter)