Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1701 Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road (Seeking Monthly Tickets at the End of the Month)
Pigsy was initially quite worried, fearing that the God of Poverty would steal Ma's broom.

If Ma knew her broom was gone, wouldn't she haunt her every day? Being plagued by bad luck is basically a death sentence; she still wants to go back to the Human Religion? Why doesn't she just die?
After being on tenterhooks for a while, I later discovered that there were many restrictions on the God of Poverty taking the treasure. As long as I didn't just rush over and blow his head off like Sun Wukong, I would be fine.

Sometimes he rode on clouds, sometimes he ran a few steps, and he managed to drag the God of Poverty of Wuji Kingdom to the Flaming Mountain with his broom, which was excellent at mocking people.

Red Boy was furious when he saw this. This pig-headed guy's intention to shift the blame was far too obvious. Couldn't he at least try to cover it up a little? He just blatantly pulled it over like that?

He was already prone to anger, and now that his cultivation was interrupted at a crucial moment, seeing someone dragging "dog poop" toward him made him furious.

"You ugly monk, today I'm going to take your pig's head to go with my wine!" Don't be fooled by the fact that Red Boy came out carrying a spear. He knew about the God of Poverty's strange methods. He had already lost a spear before and only managed to force the other party back by creating a raging fire.

Now that Pigsy and the God of Poverty are not far apart, he doesn't want to rush up and give away equipment rashly.

He took a breath, and the Samadhi True Fire, which was not yet at its peak, was exhaled from his mouth.

Samadhi True Fire may seem insignificant, even Jiang Ziya, who did not become an immortal, knew it. In reality, it is a magic technique used in a small circle and on a small scale. To learn this technique, one must have a remarkable lineage. Moreover, Samadhi True Fire is easy to learn but difficult to master.

It's a bit like the One-Finger Divine Skill; many people seem to know it, but very few are truly proficient.

Red Boy spewed out raging flames, not only to drive away the God of Poverty, but also to burn Pigsy to death along with him.

"You brat, how can you be so aggressive?!" Old Pig knew his stuff; he was startled when he saw the overwhelming flames sweeping in.

Wasn't there supposed to be a demon deep within the Flaming Mountains? But these flames look more like they belong to the Taoist sect. Red Boy's magic is very pure; it's clearly not the mixed magic of a demon race.

You lied to me again, you horse keeper!

Pigsy was so angry that he cursed loudly.

Even just considering the Samadhi True Fire, neither of the two fire-starting boys, Golden Horn and Silver Horn, possessed that level of skill.

The flames were too intense, so he couldn't hold back and used the skills of Marshal Tianpeng from his previous life. He spewed out endless streams of water from his pig mouth, accompanied by a giant wave a hundred meters high, which pressed down on the sea of ​​fire.

Water can extinguish fire.

The old pig was quite good at using water magic, but his pig body was not up to par, and his magic power and realm were far inferior to his previous life. At most, he could only summon the water of a small river, and his magic power was consumed by the end of the time.

The hissing sound was incessant as large amounts of mist rose up, and the water completely covered the sea of ​​fire.

The Samadhi True Fire had not yet reached its full potential, and Old Pig had extremely rich experience in extinguishing fire with water. The water flowed around to the left and then to the right, and it actually showed signs of extinguishing the fire.

Red Boy's eyes turned bloodshot, and he immediately increased the firepower. Soon after, Pigsy completely abandoned control of the water flow, letting it spread in all directions. He carried his comical broom and ran like a madman into the depths of the Flaming Mountain.

The God of Poverty was attracted by the aura of misfortune emanating from the broom, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world. After a slight hesitation as it approached the Flaming Mountain, it took off and chased after it.

Red Boy was furious: "Hey monk, stop right there! You little brat, you're a complete scoundrel!"

He tried the same trick again, hoping to use the Samadhi True Fire to force the God of Poverty back, and then go after the pig-headed man. The flames were exactly the same as before, but the God of Poverty's mindset was different now.

The guy, with his body hunched over, charged straight into the sea of ​​fire.

The God of Poverty is like dog shit. Once he dies in the Flaming Mountain, he will stay here for a long time. Red Boy still needs to cultivate the Samadhi True Fire, so he absolutely cannot let him disgust him here.

In utter desperation, just before the Samadhi Fire was about to engulf the God of Poverty, he forcibly withdrew the flames.

Fire is known for its ferocity and destructive power; spilled water is difficult to recover, let alone fire.

Red Boy, having withdrawn his Samadhi True Fire, groaned, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He used it twice to deal with Zhu Bajie and once more to deal with the God of Poverty. Even with his innate fire-elemental body, he was a little tired after using Samadhi True Fire so many times. His vision was blurry, and his hands and feet were weak. He stood there for a while to recover, and his surging blood pressure subsided before he regained his strength to chase after Zhu Bajie.

As Pigsy ventures deeper into the heart of the Flaming Mountains, if one were to observe from a distance using the art of observing qi, one would discover that the eight-hundred-mile-long Flaming Mountains are gradually being enveloped by a dark gray, willow-like mist—this is bad luck.

A few small amounts are fine, but once they accumulate to a certain extent, a qualitative change will occur.

Like a bystander, Sun Wukong stood atop the pagoda of Baolin Temple, gazing towards the Flaming Mountains.

Tang Sanzang called out to him from below the pagoda, "Wukong, will Bajie be alright?"

"Master, don't worry, that fool used to be Marshal Tianpeng of the Heavenly Court, he has great skills, he won't die. Huh? Who's here?"

He looked to the west, and the cloud of mist flying in from afar seemed somewhat familiar.

Previously, Princess Iron Fan was kidnapped by Hua Guang, and the Bull Demon King went to great lengths to get his wife back. But it was a buy-one-get-one-free deal; his wife returned, along with a child—Red Boy. (Chapter 1614)
Out of sight, out of mind, Old Niu chased Red Boy away long ago. "Stop sponging off your parents and find your own way to make a living!"
He didn't care where Red Boy's Samadhi True Fire came from; he figured neither he nor his mother knew how.
Today, the Bull Demon King suddenly had a whim to go see his eldest son.

They haven't cared for him for centuries, and I have no idea how that child is doing now.

For the sake of marital harmony, when passing by Cuiyun Mountain, he hesitated slightly, but ultimately picked up Princess Iron Fan, saying, "Let's go see our son together."

Princess Iron Fan knew perfectly well where the rift between the couple came from, and she wanted to take this opportunity to mend their relationship. Without much hesitation, she followed the Bull Demon King to the Flaming Mountain.

Bad luck is bad luck because it contains both accidental and inevitable elements.

Hua Guang, that primordial anomaly who had wreaked havoc in the Dragon Palace, the Underworld, and the Three Realms before finally becoming a protector of the Daoist sect, also sensed something at this moment.

It seems that one's own bloodline descendants have encountered a calamity?

He abandoned the Taoist scriptures, donned his new equipment, and stormed out of Penglai Immortal Island with overwhelming force.

Hua Guang opened all three eyes, stood on his Wind and Fire Wheels, held the Fire-Tipped Spear, and was filled with heroic spirit. This guy was a combination of parts of Yang Jian, Nezha, and Sun Wukong.

He flew from east to west, while the Bull Demon King and his wife flew from west to east. By sheer coincidence, the two sides met at the Flaming Mountain.
(End of this chapter)