Deng Chanyu's refusal to "distribute" and her move to directly turn over the table infuriated the black beefy guy whose appearance resembled that of a god of lanterns.
He was so enraged that he shouted loudly, causing the clouds and mist of the Hu Zhong world to boil over.
"You don't follow your fate, don't abide by the laws of heaven, are you going to defy heaven?"
Deng Chanyu knew the god of thunder, and even though Hei Da Zhuang's voice was loud to the extreme, in her eyes, it was still not even a thousandth of the god of thunder's. It was all just surface appearance. This guy was just a hollow shell.
"Is there any more content to the trial? Don't waste words, come down quickly, and I'll consider you passed just by killing you?" Deng Chanyu had no trace of fear in her eyes, which were as calm as water, as if she were discussing what fruit to eat after dinner.
This move was something she learned from Yun Xiao. Yun Xiao never "shouted" or "yelled" when facing an enemy, but instead looked at them very calmly, always maintaining a serene and graceful demeanor. However, this tranquility possessed an immense deterrent effect, conveying a kind of transcendence that seems to say "Whether he is strong or weak, the gentle breeze brushes against the mountain peak."
There is nothing in the Primordial World that can make Yun Xiao lose her composure, even if you kill her and Tongtian Zongshi as well, causing the world to end and the Primordial World to be broken. She can still maintain her elegance, regardless of whether she wins or loses. This state of mind and cultivation can be said to be very high.
Deng Chanyu is now imitating Yun Xiao's demeanor of "I don't really care about you in my heart, but I'm still maintaining basic politeness."
Hei Da Zhuang, with his face resembling a god of lanterns, was angry and fierce. He had his hands together in a gesture of respect, and the previously vague black mist around him dissipated quickly. What appeared to be his whole body was inflated with muscles, and all the monsters and spirits that Deng Chanyu had killed during the trial, including chaotic beings, had become parts of his divine form and appeared behind him in a crowd, like countless manifestations of the world.
Hei Da Zhuang resembled a fierce golden Buddha with six arms, bare-chested, with a fierce dragon's head at the center of his chest. His ribs were like the antlers of a qilin, and there was a fiery Phoenix tattoo at his heart.
Sharp teeth, sharp claws, and broken arms, numerous corpses emit incoherent howls. They pierce Hei Da Zhuang's tough skin from within, spraying an uncountable amount of blood everywhere. Hei Da Zhuang soon became a blood-covered being, but more white bones suppressed these limbs. In addition to the flowing blood, another layer of bone armor was encased.
Deng Chanyu clapped and cheered for him, "Oh my! That's amazing! Although I haven't seen this style before, it must have something to do with me, right? Another case of fate and karma? Let me guess, did you borrow the power of that Yang God from the Yin-Yang Realm, or that ancient god known as the Heavenly Father?"
"I am the heaven, I am the" The angry voice echoes throughout the Hu Zhong world.
Deng Chanyu suddenly appeared in front of Hei Da Zhuang. Without using the Xuan Tao Pole or the Lì Huǒ Sword, nor using any Daoist arts or spells, she extended her finger and lightly tapped Hei Da Zhuang's forehead.
"Bang." It was as if a bubble had been burst.
What remains is a five-foot tall, two-headed and one-waisted creature with the appearance of a gourd.
"Immortal, please spare my life! Please spare me! I have never done any bad things and certainly dare not offend the immortal. It was all the arrangement of that pot master outside!" The monster, after kneeling down, was about the same height as when he was standing. He was so frightened that his whole body trembled. From a distance, he really looked like a shaky big gourd.
The Primordial World isn't a place that values freedom and equality. This scamp was trying to fool Deng Chanyu and disturb her heart of the Dao before, so let him kneel here now.
"Is everything the pot master's arrangement?"
"Yes, yes! It was all the old man's arrangement, and the little one had no choice but to go along with it."
"I always thought the one outside was the spirit of a treasure, and you were the actual pot master. Did I make a mistake?" Deng Chanyu asked with a smile that wasn't quite there.
She didn't wait for an answer from the other side: "Alright, alright, stop acting. I don't care who the main and who the secondary is between you two, you know what I want to ask. Just give me the truth quickly. What special opportunity did the Azure Peacock get from you?"
The gourd monster hesitated for a moment, and Deng Chanyu took out the Xuan Tao Pole. The heavy weapon pressed on the monster's shoulders, and a wrong answer could result in decapitation.
Unlike ordinary weapons, divine weapons are different. Not only do they weigh heavily, but as the weapons of the Zuwan deities, they have the effect of causing the soul to be extinguished. If one is killed by the Xuan Tao Pole, there is no chance for reincarnation.
The gourd monster begged for mercy: "Please forgive me, I will say, I must say the truth. It was actually like this..."
Deng Chanyu emerged from the Hu Zhong World, and at this moment, Nezha had already dealt with the tubeworm.
At least it looks like the first round has been completed.
He tightly bound the tubeworm with over a dozen chains as thick as his fingers, occasionally stabbing or punching it, while Bixia set up an array on the side to cooperate. Every time the tubeworm struggled particularly violently and tried to destroy the array, she indifferently struck out with her sword without looking.
Bixiao can't handle enemies of her own level, as this involves factors such as combat experience, combat strategies, and on-the-spot reactions. Fighting against a tied-up opponent is no problem for Bixiao.
The poor qi looked very respectful, holding two large banana fans on the side and fanning the wind for the two. This provoked a series of curses from the tubeworm. The poor qi was completely indifferent. All were fierce beasts. We have known each other for more than one day. You have dragon blood, I am also a descendant of Shao Hou, who is afraid of whom?
While cheering and encouraging Nezha and Bixiao, it also threw in a few sarcastic remarks at the tubeworm.
Do you look down on me? I'm just recognizing the trend. You don't even understand that! When you get trapped and killed a hundred times by people at the spring water, you will be even more scared than me!
Nezha, upon seeing Deng Chanyu, couldn't contain his excitement: "Teacher! Teacher! Hurry and help me! Help me guide this guy's temper to the refining cauldron!"
The rebirth of fierce beasts is not completely random, but it follows a pattern. They generally reincarnate in the place with the heaviest temper within a thousand miles. Don't ask Deng Chanyu and the disciple Nezha how they calculated this data; this is a testament to the blood and tears of the poor qi.
Deng Chanyu nodded at the outside pot master casually, only to approach the two in front of him, raise his head and take a look at the tubeworm.
So unappealing! It doesn't match her taste at all.
A complaint from Nuwa echoed by her ear, it seems she doesn't please Nuwa either.
To be honest, the original poor qi was quite fierce. A fierce tiger with wings on its ribs, how powerful! Now, seeing it again, poor qi is just a simple and ordinary poor qi, drooping head and tail, with bony protrusions all over its body, looking like a tiger that hasn't eaten for two months.
Nezha had originally wanted to make this creature his mount, but now that he finds it ugly, the idea of a mount has completely disappeared from his mind.
It turns out that the tubeworm with two faces fits Nezha's expectations for a mount. Without saying anything else, at least it looks very fierce and cool. Although worried that this creature might escape using "death escape," Nezha is too gentle to use heavy-handed methods, constantly greeting it in a very gentle manner.
