This is Fengshen, what's the use of hard work

Chapter 30

Jade Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun stood up from the Nine Dragons Agarwood Chariot, with a shock that had not been seen in tens of thousands of years on his face.

"This is not a black bird, this is the nine-headed bird that Wen Zhong beheaded."

"She survived."

"At the beginning, the deity saw her head-on to death on Yin Shou's body guarding the national fate, and his soul flew away."

Di Xinqi water cuts the gods, he also cast a gaze, and he can naturally distinguish Feng Jiu's breath.

"Dead body."

"Can you really recreate Yin and Yang?"

"Even if the deity personally takes action against a human immortal whose soul has been scattered, it will take hundreds of years to reshape the primordial spirit by consuming a huge amount of mana to cultivate the soul."

"Look at this demon, not only resurrected, but also stepped into the fairyland."

"It's not a few springs and autumns, it's just dozens of days and nights."

"It's difficult for this deity to achieve such a towering good fortune."

"Could it be that Yin Shou's Great Merchant Conferring God Edict is not a lie?"

When he was stunned and pondering, he suddenly heard two voices from senior brother in the void.

Then two lotus platforms came out of nowhere, and there was a burst of strange fragrance from the lotus platforms. The golden light was born, and golden lotuses sprung from the ground!
Among the golden and white lotus flowers on the lotus platform, the golden light turned into two Taoists, one with a painful face and the other with a yellow and emaciated face.

Originally waiting for Wang Zishou to be picked up by a joke, he also came hand in hand.

"Brother Yuanshi."

"Take the liberty to come here, please don't take offense."

"It's really because this king of Shang's move is too weird, and we can't find out the mystery."

"The two of us lost our way, and we couldn't deduce why the Qishui River God came back from the dead."

"Senior Brother Yuanshi, has the number of gods really changed?"

"Behind Di Xin, did Tongtian have been secretly taking action to intercept that glimmer of life for him?"

Answering the question asked by Yin Zhun, Yuan Shi remained silent.

Because...he didn't know either.

Yuan Shi was about to perform some deduction, but thought of Tianwei's backlash, so he held back.

So, after pondering for a while, thinking for a moment, suddenly the phoenix eyes opened, and said:

"There is only one possibility that the sage can't deduce the secret, and that is that other sages are covering it up."

"Tongtian can make people immortal in just a few dozen days, but he can't restrain the remnant soul of the nine-headed bird and reshape the yin and yang for it in such a short period of time."

"Being able to bring back the soul-flying soul from the dead in such a short period of time, there are only two other people who can do this, other than the Daoist Ancestors."

"One is above and one is below."

Jie Yinzhunti nodded, and didn't ask Yuan Shi who these two were, because they had already guessed it.

Zhunti looked at the sky, and said slowly:
"The supreme sage is so forgetful, all the qi refiners in the world can be regarded as disciples of the Renjiao."

"He will not help business, nor will he help Zhou."

"Unless Dao finally tore his face, the world cannot withstand the battle of the gods, and the human race will be extinct with the world, this person will not be able to sit still."

"He only promised us that Tongtian would sacrifice the Zhuxian Sword Formation before he would help us. Isn't that the reason?"

The lead went on to say:
"If it's not the one above, then it can only be the one below."

"It seems that we have been ignoring this seventh sage, the Lord of the Nine Serenity."

Several people looked at Jiuyou Jifu at the same time, looked at each other, and muttered to themselves:

"Empress Pingxin, did you also intervene?"

"She is in charge of the tunnel, but also wants to intervene in humanity?"

……

Underworld.

In the place of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, a woman dressed in palace attire with a benevolent expression on her face is practicing with her eyes closed. Behind her are six empty stone gates standing in the void. Suddenly sneezed.

"Strange."

"Whatever day is today, I always think of me."

She frowned slightly, closed her eyes again, and meditated.

……

Qi water.

Fengshen entered the final critical stage.

Feng Jiu turned into a mysterious bird and soared on both sides of Qishui, she could only feel the endless power of incense pouring into her body from Wan Min.

Zishou nodded to her, and in her soul, she imagined a phantom overlooking Jiutian. This phantom only showed a feather and a half claw, which made Feng Jiu's face flush, and the power of the surging incense was instantly absorbed empty!
That feather covers the sky!
That claw shattered the sky!
Endless flames emerged from the phantom, and the stars in the sky turned into meteorites and fell!
This is Feng Jiu's Sutra of Future Absence after repairing according to the prehistoric way of heaven!
She only left the method of visualization, but not the statue of the visualization!
Anyone who practices this method, everyone can visualize the belief in their hearts. The more realistic the visualization, the faster the practice.

And she!

Replace the Buddha visualized in the Future Sutra with this phantom!
She is the ancestor of all birds!

She was once the master of this sky!

She has a name that the birds and birds will always respect——Yuanfeng!
Fengjiu is a descendant of Jiufeng, and Yuanfeng's blood essence remains in Jiufeng's body. Relying on the future non-life scriptures to constantly visualize and speculate, as well as the portraits of Yuanfeng passed down from ancient times, he finally visualized Yuanfeng in his heart.

"With such a surging power of incense, I can only visualize Yuanfeng's feathers and claws. How powerful Fengzu was back then."

Feng Jiu was extremely shocked.

Then, she waved her slender hand, and a golden divine sense floated in the air, with complicated characters and syllables floating in it.

It is not the same as the old days of verbal apotheosis without evidence, but the gods practice the incense and divine way handed down by Haotian.

This time, it is the real preaching and conferring the gods!

She tapped lightly, submerged in the imperial decree in Zishou's hand.

The corners of Zishou's mouth turned up slightly, knowing that the play was almost done, he said loudly:

"People of Dashang! You have always been wrong. You believe in evil gods and rely on the gods. You ask the gods for help for a single drop of rain, which makes the Xuanniao empress go away in despair."

"Our first ancestor Zi Qi and Emperor Yu controlled the water together, relying on their own hands."

"Now that the black bird is back, she is guarding us, in case that monster is born, in case that evil spirit makes trouble."

"I, the people of Dashang, have the guardianship of the guardian gods, so that I can create everything fearlessly on this land of the world!"

Under the king's sage, the civil and military officials were overwhelmed when they heard it.

For an instant.

They suddenly realized.

"So that's how it is. This is what your Majesty has worked so hard for in the past six years!"

"Our human race is fearless to create, is this the king's pursuit?"

"Your Majesty, the veteran can still fight for another 500 years!"

All civil and military officials shouted for the king, Shengming, only Wen Zhongyao looked at the proudly standing figure.

"My lord, so you really want to learn from Si Gui."

"But, will the saints agree?"

"With your mere mortal body, can you stop the calculations of gods and Buddhas all over the sky?"

"However, since the ancestor chose the king, even if the old minister goes to the underworld to go to Jiuyou, he will protect your safety."

Wen Zhong clenched the male and female double whips in his hand, his eyes were determined, and he shouted, King Shengming!
However, he always felt that the king's voice was a bit loud today, and it was a little weird.

Zishou didn't know what Wen Zhong was thinking, and if he knew, he would be moved for a few seconds.

It was the first time he spoke so many words, every sentence used the blood of Wu Sheng, his voice was so loud that his voice was dry, and he only wanted to end it quickly.

As if holding the heaven and the earth in his arms, watching the sun and the moon with his eyes, he said loudly:
"Today is fifteen, it is appropriate to confer gods!"

"The evil god has been slain, and the mysterious bird should stand!"

"The year is Renzi, and the world will be blessed!"

(End of this chapter)