Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1703 Black Wukong?
At the same time as the God of Poverty exploded.

The old pig's tattered broom, covered in so many spores, turned into something resembling a Christmas tree, blooming with colorful flowers and even bearing fruit.

This broom wasn't a magical artifact; it had simply been exposed to a lot of bad luck in its daily life, and its ability to withstand such influences was limited. Once it exceeded its limit, it exploded as well.

Old Pig was dumbfounded! How was he supposed to tell Ma? Your broom was blown up by a guy who looked like a burnt version of Sun Wukong?

He didn't have time to think much; more spores had surrounded him. The spores were of different colors and piled up in a very chaotic way, making him dizzy.

The flames on Red Boy's body burned fiercely, and spores swarmed in, trying to invade his body. He could only do his best to maintain the protective flames and dared not stop for a moment.

The problem is that he doesn't have much magic power left, and he used up a lot of it before. How long can he maintain this state now? The time it takes to brew a cup of tea?
His lack of combat experience caused Red Boy to appear flustered, and his response was extremely mechanical.

Pigsy on the other side fared even worse.

He was experienced and cleverly used the terrain to avoid being surrounded by spores, but the Flaming Mountain was barren and had very little usable terrain.

He was like a nimble fat man, running around everywhere.

He had only been holding his breath for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea when his long nose caught a whiff of the delightful fragrance of flowers.

So fragrant!
He felt refreshed after just one breath, and most of the physical strength he had lost during his rapid journey was restored. His magical power not only returned to normal but even improved, as if he had consumed a high-quality elixir.

In a daze, he seemed to see himself returning to the Heavenly Court, drinking wine and dancing as usual; the joyful scene was like a dream.

A dream? How could I be in a dream?

He suddenly woke up.

He forced his eyes open and saw two sinister ghost messengers standing in front of him. One of them had a shackle around his neck, while the other, holding a token, shouted, "Pigsy, your lifespan has come to an end. King Yama has invited you to come with me!"

"I have a past with King Yama, and I have rendered meritorious service to the Heavenly Court! You cannot treat me like this! I am a pilgrim on a pilgrimage!" He said, spouting nonsensical words, trying to resist, but he had no strength left in his body.

Just when he was at his lowest point, flames swept in from all directions.

All the ghostly messengers and heavenly songs and dances vanished in an instant. His consciousness returned to his body, and looking around, he found himself still in the Flaming Mountain.

Red Boy roared at him, "Idiot! What are you standing there for? Come here right now! Protect me from behind!"

The old pig looked down at himself and saw that his body was charred black, clearly burned by the Samadhi True Fire. However, beneath the charred remains, there were large patches of spores.

Red Boy was also in bad shape; there was a bloody hole in his left arm, with a large chunk of flesh missing, clearly a wound caused by his Fire-Tipped Spear.

Old Pig stopped trying to be clever and quickly ran behind him. The two stood back to back, each protecting their own front to defend against the ubiquitous spores.

The change happened so suddenly that he only had time to look around.

Countless spores fell on the Flaming Mountain, instantly giving the barren peak color. Trees sprang up from the ground, and flowers and grasses filled the view. All these changes happened in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

The intense heat that had scorched the Flaming Mountain for over five hundred years was suppressed by a surge of life force, as if the mountain itself had gained a life of its own, resulting in the production of even more spores. The dark figure from before watched the two of them from afar, chuckled mockingly, and gently touched them with its hand.

Suddenly, something appeared in the sea of ​​flowers: wisps of flame emerged from the trees and grass, gathered together, and then, like a tidal wave, continuously bombarded the shield that Red Boy had erected with Samadhi True Fire.

"What kind of flame is this?!" Red Boy was shocked. Although his Samadhi True Fire was not yet fully mastered, he had been practicing it diligently for more than two hundred years without any distractions. In terms of quality and quantity, it should be quite good. However, in the face of this flame, it was showing signs of being worn down little by little.

Old Pig was more knowledgeable than the hairy-boy Red Boy. Despite having many questions in his mind, he still spoke up: "This is the Fire of Civil and Martial Arts, used for alchemy! The life force inside those spores isn't good either; that should be pill poison!"

Red Boy knew nothing about alchemy and looked completely bewildered, not quite understanding what he meant.

Just as they were being forced to retreat step by step by the fire of literature and martial arts, the Samadhi True Fire of the Great Completion stage descended from the sky. With just one strike, it shattered the fire of literature and martial arts and, with the force of a prairie fire, cleansed the eight-hundred-mile Flaming Mountain from top to bottom.

All the plants that grew by relying on erysipelas were wiped out. However, this had its advantages and disadvantages. Before, Flaming Mountain was just unbearably hot, but now it has become a veritable "volcano," with raging flames and the entire mountain burning.

Hua Guang landed in front of Hong Hai'er and manipulated the flames like a plow, clearing a clean area across a ten-zhang-long stretch of land three times.

“This fellow Daoist has some knowledge. These are indeed elixir toxins, and they even come from the Tushita Palace. If I’m not mistaken, these should be elixir toxins accumulated by Laozi over millions of years of alchemy. I don’t know how they ended up in the mortal world.” Hua Guang praised Zhu Bajie’s knowledge.

Red Boy stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, speechless for a moment, unable to think straight.

Hua Guang looked down at him, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

“We have the same physique and appearance, and the same fire-elemental spirit body. No need for further explanation, it’s obvious at a glance that I am your father!”

the other side.

Sun Wukong was about to rescue Zhu Bajie when he was blocked by a dark shadow.

The two fought quickly, exchanging more than ten blows.

"The Golden Cudgel? Why are you holding my old Sun's Golden Cudgel!" The dark figure was greatly surprised.

Sun Wukong was shocked to see his charred reflection: "Who are you? Why have you taken on my appearance?"

The dark figure puffed out his chest and raised his head: "I am the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, who wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago! And who are you?"

"I'm your grandpa Sun!"

"You insolent monkey, let your grandpa teach you a lesson!"

The two fought again. The shadowy figure didn't have the Golden Cudgel, so he tried to snatch it from Old Sun.

Sun Wukong cursed the elegant words of Huaguo Mountain under his breath. This monster possessed a mixture of magical powers, so his strength should have been extremely weak. However, his magical powers were fused together in a way that was both water and fire, which was extremely ingenious.

Having just retrieved the Golden Cudgel, and barely having had a chance to enjoy it, Sun Wukong was determined not to let it be taken away again. He unleashed his full power to confront the shadowy figure.

(End of this chapter)