Long Ji moved lightly on his feet, circling the Demon inscription stone that was one zhang high, twice. This thing, the Phoenix didn't hide or conceal, at this moment, it was openly displayed in the great hall of her general headquarters, and every deity who passed by saw it.
During the discussions in the Heavenly Palace, there were too many immortals who knew about the "Long Ji" method, and it was impossible to keep it a secret. Not to mention anything else, Hong Jin, who had a profound connection with the Kunpeng, might have leaked the information.
As for the Heavenly Palace, it doesn't mind leaks. If the Kunpeng doesn't come, it will save the trouble of fighting. If he directly comes to the Heavenly Palace, it will be even easier. There are so many immortals here, and if they all close the gates of the thirty-three heavens with one foot each, they can kick him to death. It's unlikely that the Kunpeng will also cause a great upheaval in the Heavenly Palace.
Long Ji lowered his voice and asked carefully, "Is this thing really enough to put the demon master Kunpeng in a dilemma and allow the demon text to be recovered by Dao again? No one has ever done such an event before."
The phoenix had just eaten a peach, and as he picked his teeth, he said confidently, "Just because no one has done it before doesn't mean it can't be done. To start something and finish it, to borrow and return—this is the natural order. Look at your father; he hasn't said anything. He's a disciple of the Dao Ancestor, who has seen much and knows a lot. If he didn't have confidence, he would have stopped me long ago."
Long Ji widened his eyes, covered his mouth, and looked oddly surprised, "The problem is that my father also said the same thing."
The phoenix was stunned, "What?"
"My father said that the disciples of the Sages must be confident, and that's why he didn't say anything—it's because you seemed so certain."
The phoenix looked at Long Ji and then at the Demon inscription stone, "Wait a moment!"
She hurriedly contacted the main body, and Deng Chanyu was still refining the Chaos Bell at the Waigou Palace at this time. She had just blocked the door with Brother God Ox, and she had fought a battle with the ancestor witch of space, Di Jiang.
While the Blue Phoenix was massaging her shoulders, she received news from the phoenix and, unable to bear the pain in her shoulders any longer, she eagerly asked about it from Nuwa.
"Teacher, can this demon text be returned to the heavens again?"
This question left Nuwa feeling puzzled: "I don't know. No one has ever done it before, and it involves the will of the Dao, which even the sages do not know the answer to."
Deng Chanyu was startled: "Then why didn't you stop me?"
Nuwa's voice couldn't help but weaken two tones: "I thought you two were so confident, and believed that you had the handle on it."
Deng Chanyu and the phoenix: "
Blame it on the Lord of Heaven!
Can the thing that was pulled out be put back in?
The phoenix thought over the plan again and again, and felt that the problem wasn't big. The chance of success was at least five out of ten!
Deng Chanyu advised her, "If it doesn't work out, just say that the blood of the demon race is not pure enough to communicate with the Dao."
The phoenix felt a little pain in the back of his teeth: "That's all we can do."
She withdrew from the mental connection and looked at Long Ji, like Mateo Kay, giving a thumbs up with her teeth shining brightly: "No problem!"
The phoenix, the Lord of Heaven, and Nuwa all regarded each other as experts, taking it for granted that others knew more about Kunpeng than they did. Through mutual speculation and imagination, the last delightful misunderstanding was thus born.
The misunderstanding may develop into something like this, but I don't know because the phoenix feels anxious and hesitant to verify it.
After consulting with the phoenix, they had a bold idea. Since it couldn't be covered up, why not blow it up even more? The phoenix exaggerated the effects of the demon inscription stone by three or four times, suggesting that as long as the demon text was offered to heaven, the demon master Kunpeng, who invented the text, would suffer a great misfortune.
Indeed, when the news reached the Demon Master's Palace in the North Sea, Kunpeng was genuinely startled.
The phoenix is just a tool, and he is ignored by him.
Hou Tian and the Sage seem to be convinced that the Demon Incense Stone can offer the demon text to Dao, and he feels that his vision is not as good as that of the Sage. In terms of understanding Hoh Hei, it is far from comparable to Hou Tian.
Beneath the seemingly proud and unruly exterior of Kunpeng lies a heart that is extremely cautious. If he were not careful enough, he would have been killed long ago by the attractions and Qunti, as these two Sages are still harboring a desire to repay him with "cause and effect."
As long as there is a single day when a demon race uses the demon text, they will inherently gain a bit of merit. Once the demon text is completely erased, there will be no more merits in the future.
The demon text is like a pension for Kunpeng. If it is directly lost, it would be a huge loss for him.
The phoenix is still intimidating him, talking about some big drop in fortune, or that the merits given before will have to be slowly offset. These things sound unreasonable at first hearing, but upon careful consideration, one might as well believe in them rather than doubt them. At the root of it all, it's still because Kunpeng himself is weak.
He is also an exemplary figure who can both bend and stretch. He immediately dispatched someone to send a letter to the Heavenly Palace, expressing that his transgression was unintentional and hoping for forgiveness. He also mentioned the matter of Lào Bǎo Jin Yín, a supreme primordial treasure that could be handed over to the Heavenly Palace. However, it would need to be exchanged with a supreme primordial treasure of equal grade.
He set his sights on the Nine Demon Tower in Hou Tian's hand, a supreme primordial treasure of Luo Hu that not only comes with nine independent spaces but also has the effect of preventing the detection of the sages' spiritual awareness. If Kunpeng got his hands on it, he could hide it in the Chaos Space, and even the sages would not be able to find him.
Hou Tian had no interest in trading. Although the Lào Bǎo Jin Yín was retrieved, it was still property of the Heavenly Palace. The Nine Demon Tower, on the other hand, was his own. Why should he exchange his own treasure for a treasure of the Heavenly Palace?
However, he enjoyed the process of making enemies submit without resorting to violence. He was more convinced that the Demon Incense Stone would work. If it didn't, how could Kunpeng possibly admit defeat? Right?
He dispatched Tai Bai Xingjun to the Demon Master's Palace, giving Kunpeng a scolding without any hesitation.
As the attitude of the Heavenly Palace was so strong, Kunpeng also believed that the Demon Incense Stone would be incredibly powerful. He wouldn't even dare to say harsh words, much less kill Tai Bai Xingjun. He was very polite in sending the person out of the North Sea, and kept the trading conditions unchanged, but had already lowered his attitude.
Hou Tian ordered Tai Bai Xingjun to drag Kunpeng along, and if he was willing to exchange supreme primordial treasures for supreme primordial treasures, then the trade could be made. On the other hand, he ordered Xun Zhu to continue training troops, and whenever the negotiations broke down, they were to unveil the Demon Incense Stone and then brutally beat Kunpeng.
Old Zhu came to the Marshal's Mansion with a smile on his face, entered and said, "General, on the way just now, there was a young cultivator carrying a treasure sword who was going to the Doumu Palace. I didn't recognize him, so I gave him directions and pointed him towards the San Cao Hall."
"Young cultivator?" Phoenix had a sudden intuition, and his innate sense as a chaotic divine beast was stirred.
She counted her fingers, but everything was in chaos and she couldn't figure anything out. Her face turned pale and she gave Old Zhu a wink, leaving the mansion quickly.
At the entrance of the Doumu Palace, she saw the young cultivator and immediately kowtowed deeply, "Disciple greets the Upper Pure Saint, wishing the Saint eternal longevity."
Old Zhu almost fainted when he followed. The young cultivator who was carrying the treasure sword and who had just been deceived by him was actually a saint?
He had only seen Master Xuandu and had never seen a sage before. He followed the grand bowing and stammered, unable to say a word.
