Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 606 Dispute
Zhen Yuanzi is good friends with Hong Yun and is also considered a member of the prehistoric good guy team. This is a kind of inherent impression. Faced with the terrible situation where he has no way to move forward and the way of heaven is tightening like a rope, he has to make himself a good guy.

Who hasn't experienced hardships after actually cultivating to this point? They just don't talk about it.

Seeing Ji Fa taking the Chaos Bell, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but show a trace of anger on his face. This was his thing!

He worked hard to repair it, spent a lot of rare materials, and even held a ginseng fruit party in a serious manner, inviting many immortals to attend. He wanted to explain the matter openly and honestly. Who would have thought that the Chaos Bell, which was taught by many saints, including Duobao Taoist, could not be subdued, would eventually fall into the hands of an ordinary disciple who had not yet achieved immortality!
Zhen Yuanzi couldn't see what kind of ability Ji Fa had. Ji Fa did have some human luck, but so what? Guang Chengzi's former disciple was Emperor Xuanyuan! Zhen Yuanzi looked down on Emperor Xuanyuan, let alone Ji Fa.

He could only think that it was Yuanshi Tianzun who made a move in secret, and he also thought that Yuqing Saint was comparing himself with an ordinary disciple who had not yet achieved immortality, which was a humiliation to him!
The expression on his face was too vivid, attracting the attention of the immortals, and he quickly controlled his emotions.

No matter what, you cannot feel any dissatisfaction towards the saint. You have to endure it.

But the instantaneous change in expression was still seen by the immortals.

Although they had just touched it perfunctorily before and had not had much contact, Deng Chanyu could also feel the traces left by Zhen Yuanzi in the Chaos Bell.

This is equivalent to a 100-meter race. Zhen Yuanzi stands at the 99-meter position and then lets the immortals compete with him, calling it fairness. Whoever wins the race will get the Chaos Bell.

Now, as a 99-meter runner, he was overtaken by Ji Fa when many seeded runners were eliminated and only one second remained in the race. This result was too psychologically disturbing, and the old veteran felt that his mind was a little unstable.

Qingfeng and Mingyue were even more horrified than their own master. The two Taoist children clenched their fists, as if the master's command would activate the great formation of the Origin World! None of the immortals who came today could escape!
The atmosphere was heavy. Guang Chengzi, Ji Fa's master, broke the deadlock and grabbed Ji Fa, who looked a little dazed. He said, "Master, I will take you out. Let's see who dares to stop me."

Ji Fa is now like a child carrying gold through a busy market. In the eyes of the immortals, he is even weaker than a child. Not to mention the many saints' direct disciples, even those unconventional sects that they look down upon can kill him and take away the treasure.

At this time, Jifa did enjoy the attention of the crowd, but he would rather not have the murderous intent in those eyes.

Ji Fa glanced in the direction of Deng Chanyu for some unknown reason. Deng Chanyu continued to eat the fruit with her head down and did not respond to his gaze.

Guangchengzi exuded the pressure of a Daluo Jinxian, causing the scattered immortals who stood in front of him to fall to the ground like wheat being cut. However, more immortals surrounded him, including some disciples from Wuzhuang Temple.

He turned back to look at Zhen Yuanzi and asked sternly, "Great Immortal, do I really have to force us to stay?"

Zhen Yuanzi had a very good relationship with the Chan Sect and had been to the Yuxu Palace many times. He was usually very humble and could even talk to Guangchengzi, a junior, on equal terms. But at this moment, he was really mentally broken. His layout and planning were not difficult to guess, but the result at this moment made him a big joke in the prehistoric world.

There is no such allusion as "losing both the wife and the army" nowadays, but what happened today can make the immortal Honghuang laugh for at least one Yuanhui.

Saints care about face, and quasi-saints care about it too.

His expression remained calm, and he remained silent, without saying a word, and did not respond to Guangchengzi's questions.

"Don't worry, senior brother. Take good care of Junior Nephew Ji. I will lead the way." A Yin-Yang mirror appeared above Chi Jingzi's head. Whoever got close would be shone by the dark side of the mirror, and whoever was hit would die.

Chi Jingzi walked in front, wearing his Bagua purple ribbon immortal robe and a calm expression. He stepped out, and just as his left foot was about to step out of the main hall door, he saw a sharp sword light cascading down from top to bottom. The sharpness of this sword was completely beyond imagination. Chi Jingzi knew he would be attacked, but he had never expected an attack of this magnitude.

The defense of the Bagua Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe was pushed to the extreme, and the golden Bagua symbols were shining brightly, but the sword light still cut through all his defenses like cutting tofu, and even cut off a cloud-shaped shoe head on his left foot.

The toes were not injured, but the sight of the toes exposed through the cloud shoes was even more embarrassing than if they were injured.

Chi Jingzi turned around suddenly, and the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit laughed out loud.

Guangchengzi, Taiyi Zhenren, Cihang Taoist, and even Lingbao Dafashi and Daoxing Tianzun all took out their own magic weapons and stared at Duobao Taoist who was chanting spells with serious expressions.

Countless heavy sword energies emanated from this great elder brother of the Jiejiao sect.

Taoist Duobao said calmly, "My fellow Daoists of the Chan Sect, it's better to explain things clearly."

The immortals of the Chan sect glared at him. How dare this guy? Was he going to fight the Chan sect to the death here?

Taoist Cihang sketched in the air with his fingers, from point to surface, and he saw Duobao's arrangement through the water vapor.

They saw that the spiritual energy of heaven in the hall had been controlled by four extremely sharp sword energies. Outsiders could not see it, but they understood it.

Zhu Xian Sword Formation? !
Why did Duobao Taoist set up the Zhuxian Formation at Wuzhuang Temple? Did Zhenyuanzi know about this? Did Tongtian Patriarch give him the formation diagram and the Four Zhuxian Swords?

The Zhuxian Sword is in the east, and it is filled with murderous aura, as if endless ferocity is hovering at the gate of the formation. Just one look at it makes one's soul tremble.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword hung in the south. The crimson blade coiled like a snake, and the sword's aura was pervasive, from which the faint wails of immortals could be heard.

The Xianjian Sword is in the west. It was this sword that cut off Chi Jingzi's cloud shoes before. The blade is extremely heavy, and it seems that all living creatures in the prehistoric world can be slaughtered with just this sword.

The Juexian Sword is in the north, and the endless black air covers the space without a trace of light. Not to mention the flesh and blood body, even a ray of spiritual consciousness projected in will be crushed by the monstrous murderous intent.

Maitreya was still smiling, but his expression was a little stiff. Mahasthamaprapta frowned in thought. Pharmacist glanced at Deng Chanyu and continued to sit still.

"Teacher, shall we fight our way out?" Nezha asked excitedly, holding the Fire Dragon Spear, with the Qiankun Ring hanging on his shoulder and the Hun Tian Ling wrapped around his arm.

Deng Chanyu also glanced towards the Western Religion and put away her previous indifference. The appearance of the Zhuxian Sword Formation broke her mood of watching melons. Why did it come to this?

She moved the five fingers of her right hand quickly, using the measuring stick to calculate the power of the formation and the chance of her escaping.

(End of this chapter)