Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1747 Blood and Thunder

The Blood Demon God was not ignorant of the Primordial World and Duobao. On the contrary, the Styx provided a lot of information. The moment He entered the Immortal Trapping Sword Formation, He made His figure become elusive.

The Zhuxian Sword is primarily for killing and can be used for strong attacks, while the Xianxian Sword is clearly designed to trap enemies. The outside world knows very little about the variations of the Xianxian Sword Formation. The Blood Demon God guessed that if he were trapped by the opponent, he would have a hard time dealing with it in his weakened state.

He had just transformed that skinless, orificeless humanoid monster into a blood-soaked form. I no longer have a body, so how can you trap me? It was as if Duobao had foreseen the future, changing his formation even a moment earlier than him.

A powerful current of water rushes towards you!
Duobao produced a golden round bucket in his hand, which was a replica of the Hunyuan Golden Bucket. He then made hand seals and chanted incantations, causing the Hunyuan Golden Bucket to split into three parts: a gold bucket, a silver bucket, and a bronze bucket. He then drew in water from the Heavenly River, the Styx River, and the Yellow River in that order.

It was a complete copy of Deng Chanyu's previous method for dealing with the Zhuxian Sword Formation. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to directly copy someone else's work? Duobao didn't have any of these thoughts. As long as it was practical, it didn't matter whose idea it was. He created an exact replica of the formation within a formation without making any changes.

The Blood Demon God was completely unprepared for this unexpected turn of events and was caught off guard by the endless torrent of water. The power of the water was so immense that a small portion of the indigo blood that made up its body was slowly washed away.

The Immortal Trapping Sword Formation was activated, and cages composed of sword lights rose from the ground.

It's impossible to completely trap the Blood Demon God, but even cutting off a piece of flesh from Him, even just a drop of blood, would be a significant victory.

Little by little, Duobao didn't think he could defeat a Chaos Demon God in just a few moves. He fought very steadily, his hand gestures changing in countless ways.

Countless sword lights crisscrossed under his control, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten drops of the essence of blood contributed by countless creatures in the cave were lost.

Every drop of blood lost is a significant loss for the Blood Demon God.

Enraged, He transformed into a blood mist once more, intending to devour Duobao along with the Immortal Trapping Sword Formation and the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.

Duobao controlled the grand formation, but after only ten moves, he was starting to struggle.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword and the Immortal Absolute Sword that he forged were not genuine. The high-quality ones were all used up in the last battle against Deng Chanyu. The other three swords he used to set up the Immortal Trapping Sword Formation were only of average quality and far from being considered top-quality.

At this moment, the replica of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword was covered with indigo water stains, which could not be dispelled no matter how many incantations or spells were cast. The replica of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword was covered with cracks, and countless tiny bloodworms, invisible to the naked eye, crawled around in the cracks. The quality of the entire sword was rapidly declining.

Duobao disregarded the consequences. With a resolute look in his eyes, he took the initiative to contact the lightning space. The next moment, the Taoist dharma image holding black lightning reappeared behind him. This time, he guarded his spiritual platform. The face of the Taoist dharma image was extremely blurry, but his hands, feet, and body looked very clear.

With a flick of his hand, black lightning surged into the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, turning all the bloodworms into wisps of smoke. He then forcefully struck the replica Immortal Slaughtering Sword, finally shaking off the water stains that he had been unable to remove.

The Blood Demon God let out a "Huh," followed by maniacal laughter: "Fool! You're trespassing on power that doesn't belong to you. Even if you defeat me, with that guy constantly eroding you, how much of your true self will you have left? Your destined death is today!"

With a flick of his wrist, Duobao's pagoda floated in his palm.

"You've been clamoring to devour my pagoda, but that's what you truly fear. Am I right?" The lightning space was eroding him at an accelerated pace, a process that indirectly enhanced his wisdom, allowing him to see through the Blood Demon God's bluff.

With a loud shout, Duobao transformed the pagoda into a golden beam of light, crashing straight down towards the Blood Demon God.

The magic weapon wasn't released quickly, let alone unexpectedly. However, the Blood Demon God reacted a full beat too slow upon seeing the pagoda, resulting in his entire leg being pinned under it. He immediately severed his own leg, while Duobao activated the Duobao Pagoda's spell, pressing down on the leg with all his might, determined not to let the Blood Demon God take it back.

Above the East China Sea.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared; the black lightning nearly swallowed all the light.

The indigo blood fell like rain, and apart from Jin'ao Island, which was protected by the Sage's Dharma Array, the seawater in the surrounding tens of thousands of miles was dyed a strange blue. The corpses of many shrimp soldiers and crab generals floated up from the seabed, and in just three breaths, their bodies and souls were melted and became part of the blue blood sea.

Both the Holy Mother of Wudang and the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit looked tense. The former kept sending messages to the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit who was on an expedition to the Blood Sea, urging them to come back quickly, while the latter stared intently at the sky, worried that the familiar figure would fall from the clouds.

An hour later.

The battle in the sky was not over yet. Even with the help of the Treasure Pagoda, Duobao was still at a clear disadvantage.

There was a significant gap in strength, so he dared not use the power of the lightning space too much, and he also had to prevent the aftershocks of the attack from causing too much damage to the prehistoric world. He was beset by internal and external troubles and had been in crisis several times, but he managed to get through them all by relying on his calm mind and resilient Dao heart.

At this time, Duobao was blind and his left arm was severed by the Immortal-Trapping Sword. These were the consequences of being stained with indigo blood, and he had no choice but to make the difficult decision to cut off his own arm.

The Holy Mother of Wudang and the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit looked worried and wanted to help, but they were not strong enough and could only watch helplessly.

Suddenly, a large patch of dark clouds flew in from the horizon.

Golden Spirit Mother led her disciples to the outside of the protective array and shouted, "Junior Sister, quickly open the array and let us in. We need to replenish our magic power before facing the powerful enemy. Hurry!"

"Uncle-Master?" Huo Ling looked at Wu Dang.

Wu Dang remained calm and glanced at Jin Ling a few times, showing no intention of activating the great formation.

Jin Ling was furious: "Junior Sister, what do you want to do? Do you want us to fight to the death with powerful enemies while you sit on the sidelines and watch the tigers fight? Huo Ling, I order you to open the gates of the great formation!"

Wu Dang's voice was icy: "You are not Jin Ling at all."

As a protector of the Dao, Wudang had a strong sense of crisis. His daily focus was on how to revitalize the Jie Sect after its destruction. He thought about it every day and almost developed paranoia, seeing everyone as a bad person.

At that moment, she immediately realized that Jin Ling's identity was not right.

The true Golden Spirit Mother is always in a calm and orderly state. Even if she is anxious in private, she will never show any panic in front of her junior sisters and nephews.

To put it bluntly, Jin Ling, who is usually so composed, is now looking completely panicked outside the formation. What are you panicking about? Does Duo Bao's impending death really affect you?
(End of this chapter)