Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1722 Let the Spell Fly for a While

Tieguai Li transformed into a monk and secretly came to the Blood Sea, where he found Xiang Liu, the third-ranked disciple among the four disciples.

He also said that he wanted Xiang Liu to be an inside agent for his side.

Some of Xiang Liu's nine heads nodded in agreement, while others shook their heads in disagreement.

The central command leader asked wearily, "Your Excellency and the powerful figures behind you will never understand our predicament. If you betray us at a crucial moment, we will no longer be able to find refuge in this sea of ​​blood. The primordial world may be vast, but where else can we go?"

Tieguai Li laughed loudly: "The primordial world is so vast, where can't we go?"

Xiang Liu was extremely annoyed. "You're just talking without understanding the situation," he said.

On behalf of Grand Master Xuandu, Tieguai Li opportunely offered a bargaining chip: "What you're worried about is your bad habit, isn't it?"

Xiang Liu remained silent. As the former ancestor of poison, the great shaman of the Wushebishi tribe, what he ate was dirt and what he spat out was poison. This was his nature, and he couldn't control it at all. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been driven out by the extremely tolerant Wu tribe.

Others dislike him, and he himself is annoyed with it.

The toxins in his body are endless; what can he do?
In order to cure this congenital ailment, he had pondered countless methods over the many years in the prehistoric world, but none of them worked.

The Blood Sea was able to take him in entirely because the Blood Sea itself was highly toxic; the amount of poison he spat out was equivalent to pouring a cup of water into the ocean.

Tieguai Li said, "This humble monk represents Buddhism."

Xiang Liu didn't believe a word of it. He had once seen the Grand Master Xuandu from afar, and Tieguai Li had the aura deliberately left by this senior disciple of the Human Sect. Buddhism? What a joke! But he didn't say anything.

"We can provide you with a magic pill. If we can't say we're 100% sure, we're 80% sure it will cure your congenital disease."

Xiang Liu was greatly surprised: "Is this really true?"

"really."

"Alright, I'll do it!"

"We've been keeping a close eye on Danzhu lately; there's something seriously wrong with him."

Luo Xuan found the last of his four disciples, Tu Bo.

He got straight to the point: "Fengdu Mountain is willing to give up its pursuit of you and give you the opportunity to guard the gates of Fengdu. All you need to do is obey my orders at crucial moments to open or close the gates of the Blood God Palace."

Tu Bo, the ancient ghost emperor of the Shu Kingdom, lost the offerings of his descendants and was somewhat slow to react. It took him quite a while to understand Luo Xuan's meaning.

"Do you want me to close the door or open it?"

Tu Bo is a ghost and has no sense of belonging to the Blood Sea. If the Blood Sea can't accept him, he can wander around elsewhere. It's just that Luo Xuan's instructions are confusing and he doesn't quite understand them.

I'll let you know when the time comes.

Tu Bo's spirit was over ten feet tall. He sat on the ground, looking like a big fool, tilting his head and thinking for a long time.

"You want me to go back to Fengdu and guard the gate?"

"Correct."

"They're no longer chasing me?"

"Correct."

"OK then!"

"There's one more thing. Keep an eye on Xiang Liu lately; there's something wrong with that guy." The number of Asuras in the Blood Sea is in the hundreds of millions. Just because Styx no longer trusts the Asuras doesn't mean he can't mobilize them.

When he created the Asura race, he had already imposed many restrictions on their bloodline. While Brahma and others could refine this part of the bloodline, ordinary Asuras did not have this ability.

The River Styx grants them life, and they live; it grants them death, and they die.

How many immortals could Duobao attract with his own influence? At most five thousand, maybe even less.

Five thousand against five hundred million, what does that mean? What if it were against five billion?
Direct combat is not impossible, but the casualties would be extremely high.

The immortals were not under each other's command, and once the casualties exceeded a certain limit, the city would collapse in no time.

Duobao's method was to "openly repair the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass" and "usurp the magpie's nest." He was making preparations in a grand manner, while secretly, a surprise force had quietly arrived in the depths of the Blood Sea.

Lu Yue joined the sect very early. Although he was an outer disciple, he was usually regarded as a junior brother of the same generation.

The Plague Path was severed, and he died on the list. After the Investiture of the Gods, because the Primordial Heavenly Dao believed that the Plague Path should have a place, he still received the original title of Plague Emperor.

He may seem unaffected, but in reality, with the phoenix suppressing him, this Great Emperor has absolutely no power. Incense offerings? He can't enjoy them at all. Peaches of Immortality? The immortals say he's riddled with plague, so he's not even invited to the Peach Banquet.

I was excluded from all activities and could only sit idly, wasting my days.

Duobao approached this staunch "anti-Deng" figure, and the two hit it off immediately.

Duobao will help him solve the problem of the true spirit on the Investiture of the Gods, and also help him reshape his Dao body using the Blood Sea Secret Technique. Lü Yue will act as the vanguard, leading Duobao's grand-disciple Hu Lei to the depths of the Blood Sea to carry out the mission.

During his time with the Jie Sect, Lü Yue visited the Blood Sea many times in order to refine a more lethal plague toxin, and was very familiar with the terrain.

Lu Yue and Hu Lei hid behind a blood cliff, gazing at a river in the distance. If the message from the Fly Taoist was correct, the Son of Mara would pass through this river in two hours.

Mara's prestige is still very high. Despite his fall many years ago, there are still many Asuras who are loyal to this former king.

If Mara's son were to step forward, he could gain the loyalty of some of the veteran ministers.

The prerequisite is that he can prove his identity. Mara has protected this son very well, and no one has ever seen his true face.

Duobao's plan was to usurp the throne, having Hu Lei use the Blood Sea Secret Technique to impersonate the son of Mara and rule the Asura clan. Even if he couldn't completely rule them, as long as he created enough chaos, he could create an opportunity for Duobao to attack the Blood Sea.

Hu Lei, the "Grandmaster Uncle," was terrified. The thought of impersonating the son of Mara made him extremely nervous.

My master said he was going to do something, but he didn't say it was something so dangerous.

Lu Yue chuckled sinisterly. This fourth-generation direct descendant was utterly incompetent. He wondered how the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit had chosen her disciple. Even a pig would have been better than Hu Lei.
"Please be patient and leave everything to me."

Just an hour later, more than ten flying boats, trailing dazzling blood-red light, sped toward us from afar.

Hu Lei kept urging, "Grandmaster Uncle! Grandmaster Uncle, that guy is coming soon, he's already here!"

Lu Yue's eyes were icy cold, as if he were looking at a dead object. He glared at Hu Lei, and only after the flustered fourth-generation disciple of the Jie Sect calmed down did he slowly begin to cast his spell.

Hu Lei kept glancing at the flying boat and then at Lü Yue. After waiting for more than ten breaths, there was no change on the flying boat side. There was no fire or lightning. The flying boat quickly moved out of their attack range, and Lü Yue also took the opportunity to lower his hands.

Hu Lei asked nervously, "Grandmaster Uncle, has this operation failed?"

Lu Yue said with a sinister smile, "What did the Jade Emperor say? Let the magic fly a little longer."

(End of this chapter)