Madame Pingshen is a bit slower in reacting compared to the Holy Ones. The key is that no one tells her the cause and effect of things.
However, the old ancestor of the underworld wanted to take her "business," and she was aware of it.
As a genuine Saint, to be provoked by a Semi-Saint is absolutely intolerable.
The predecessor of Madame Pingshen was the ancestor goddess Earth Mother, who was a literate among the primitive tribes. However, no matter how literate she was, she still remained a primitive.
Seeing the old ancestor of the underworld pushing her further, she directly got angry.
The resounding war drums sounded again!
"Dong, Dong, Dong" sounds like thunder! The drums made of crocodile skin produce a series of ancient, magnificent and melodious notes. Each strike seems to hit the deepest part of the heart, and the continuous blood becomes power flowing through every joint and sinew.
"Expedition of blood seas! Until the blood seas are empty, we will not withdraw our troops!" The aura of the genuine Saint enveloped the entire underworld.
"Eighty, eighty!" The Primordial Ancestor of Wu, who was indolently collecting tolls from passersby, and was the only survivor from the previous war of the Wuyao, was momentarily stunned and then burst into wild joy.
"Little ones! Follow me and fight!" This ancestor did not ask for an explanation, picked up two big hammers, and shouted, leading the way into the boundless blood sea.
The Ten Hell Kings, numerous ghost generals, Gong Cao, and judges of the Underworld were all overjoyed.
Who would want to deal with this endless paperwork if it weren't for the necessities of life!
Some people like an easy life, but the Wu Clan truly doesn't like it. They had to endure before, but now they don't have to anymore, at least not today!
The several hell kings tore up the cumbersome robes, kicked off the long boots, bared their feet, revealing a full set of black hair. They grabbed all kinds of big axes, iron hammers, and battle spears and joyfully gathered together as if celebrating a festival. They emitted various strange shouts and dashed straight into the blood sea.
Before Deng Chanyu went to the blood sea in the name of Su San, she was not empty-handed. Although it couldn't compare to the wide-scale brainwashing done by Dianzang, she only developed one follower, that is "Jennymaster" who initially attracted her attention.
At this moment, the ghost hag served as a guide, leading the Wu clan's warriors to capture the senior figures of the Shura sect.
With anger and abundant combat experience, they can be considered as killing machines.
On one hand, there is no preparation, and there are still internal disputes. The combat skills are also a little weak.
Once the two sides started fighting, it was utterly devastating, like uprooting withered stalks.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I have completed six reincarnations, you all these remnants of the Wu tribe should submit to me!" The Yellow River knew that he had caused a huge misunderstanding, but he didn't want to admit the reality and continued to curse angrily.
"You are really a bit sick!" As the only surviving ancestor of Wu tribe in this era, Xuan Ming felt that this Blood Sea ruler was mad. He didn't hold back and swung his big hammer in a flurry of heavy blows.
In a normal battle, using the Twelve Grades of career flame red lotus and the Xuanyuan Control Water Flag for defense, and the Yu Tu and A-Ni two swords for offensive strikes, this ancestor Wu, Xuan Ming, would not be able to defeat the old ancestor of the Yellow River.
Today, the old ancestor of the Yellow River was really not in a good state. First, he was heavily hit by Xuan Ming with a heavy blow. Then, as an accessory spirit gem, the Twelve Grades of Career Flame Red Lotus was seized by his disciple Bodhisattva. He was also stabbed in the back with a Reaper's Helmet Scythe by Bodhisattva. Yu Tu Sword was stolen by another disciple Great Vishnu. Finally, he could only drag his heavily injured body and hold the Anbei Sword, retreating into the deepest part of the blood sea.
With the old ancestor of the Yellow River seriously wounded and fleeing, Deng Chanyu's side also heaved a sigh of relief. You are already so injured; you must not care about the Xuanyuan Control Water Flag anymore, right?
At the same time, she also gained two points in her understanding of Taoism and Hong Zhen Laodeng. That's really the true Yin!
She guessed that when she and Xuan Ming were killed together, the Daoist Way and Hong Zhen Lao Deng would be the happiest. It was obvious that the Daoist Way wanted to eliminate these old versions of semi-saints. She estimated that when she and Xuan Ming were killed together, the Daoist Way and Hong Zhen Lao Deng would be the happiest.
Deng Chanyu, Bodhisattva, and Great Brahman obtained spiritual treasures, the Underworld had a great time, Dizang gained countless followers, the Saints watched with amusement, and a world where only the Yellow River ancestor was injured came to an end.
Deng Chanyu continued to grind the imprints within the Xuan Yuan Control Water Flag.
Time had passed for more than half a day.
Bored, she left a clone to continue "grilling meat," controlling two paper figures to explore the Taiyi Palace.
She explored about three-thirds of the space, and suddenly, the paper figure in front of her disappeared.
Soon, the hot and bearable waves of heat surged over.
She was the phoenix who controlled flames, but in that instant, she felt a slight stinging sensation in her skin, muscles, and bones under the extreme heat.
Too much? Shouldn't that guy have blown up already?
The temperature of the flames in the corner ahead kept rising, and even her divine consciousness projected far away was burned, leaving only vague feelings of vast amounts of flames. What exactly was in the flames was completely indiscernible.
She took out the Map of Mountains and Rivers and Society, and approached with caution.
Whether it was Di Jun, Tai Yi, or the ten Jinyu sons, they all disliked the Phoenix tribe.
The Jinyu never admitted that they were birds, let alone when the Phoenix tribe was at its strongest. They didn't even recognize them then.
She hid her tracks, moved softly, and then silently probed ahead.
At the corner, she didn't see any enemies, but instead, she saw an extremely hot fireball.
She concentrated her gaze on the center of the fireball.
At this moment, she finally made it clear.
This is a hidden space within the Tao Palace, which can be called a secret land or a small world.
Deng Chanyu was quite pleased. She had explored one-third of Taiyi Palace so far, but found nothing.
Ah, it seems good things are all in the small world!
The fire can destroy paper figures, but it cannot kill her as a phoenix.
Even though she felt extremely uncomfortable with the intense heat, her forehead, chest, and back were drenched in sweat, yet she still transformed into a ray of light and entered the small world.
Only when she entered this world did she see the source of the intense heat.
Nine suns were playing and frolicking in the sky, while the ground had already been baked into a barren continent, not even a single blade of grass to be seen!
"What a sin!" Deng Chanyu was so angry she stamped her feet.
With great hope, you show me this?
Besides the nine gold sparrow souls, what else is here?
The essence and blood of the Jinyu can be used by phoenixes to enhance their flame-related abilities.
The spirit essence is equivalent to the human soul. If it is used improperly, it will actually pollute her Phoenix origin.
The most serious issue is that these essences are dead.
Nuwa is adept at the path of life and creation. When it comes to the ability to bring the dead back to life, Nuwa is number two, and no other saint dares to claim number one.
Killing someone is easy, but bringing someone back to life? That's like climbing up to the heavens.
Nuwa's chosen path is this one, difficult as it may be, but the ceiling is high.
Deng Chanyu immediately discerned the state of the nine Jinyu.
It's strange that Tai Yi wants to bring back his nephews.
Under the supervision of Hongwu Dao, Jinyu could not be revived. Dao did not need so many gold sparrows, so he just moved the revival site to Chaos.
That's a good idea, but unfortunately, before his nephews could be brought back to life, he himself was hanged, and the Tao Palace drifted away.
