The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

The preaching of the Sakyamuni clan was carried out personally by Taoist Zhunti. Naturally, he was very happy to have gained a disciple in the quasi-sage realm this time.

This person is the key to their solution. Whether it is Taoist Zhunti or Taoist Jieyin, they all attach great importance to him.

I saw the Sakyamuni Sage walking slowly, bowing to Taoist Zhunti, and then looking at Taoist Jie Yin and bowing.

"I've met Master, Uncle Master."

The Taoist leader nodded slightly, and then said with a smile: "Your road to becoming a saint is smooth, so there is no need to worry about it, but you still have to overcome the disaster that you must overcome."

Sage Sakyamuni nodded slightly, indicating that he understood the matter. Master Zhunti had told him many times about this matter.

But before Saint Sakyamuni could react, he saw the Taoist Taoist swipe with one hand, and a golden light spread out in the air.

Seeing an illusion of mountains and rivers appearing, Sage Sakyamuni was slightly startled, his expression obviously a little surprised.

"This is?"

"This is the land of Central Kyushu."

Taoist Jieyin pointed at the illusion of mountains and rivers in the distance and said, "This is a barbaric land. It was designated by the Xuanyuan clan back then and should be the land for our religion."

Saint Sakyamuni's eyes flickered with light, and his heart was filled with excitement.

Opening the land of Central Kyushu, this is really a great opportunity.

However, the person who guided the Taoist poured cold water on Saint Sakyamuni: "Although it is a barbaric place, there are still pagan disciples here."

Upon hearing this, Sage Sakyamuni bowed and said, "Uncle Master, please clarify my doubts."

"There is a missionary mission from the Basa Sect on South Manduo Continent. You should lead the followers to conquer it."

What Master Jie Yin said was extremely simple, but it was very difficult to do. After all, this was the first time that Sage Sakyamuni had done such a thing.

Just talking about it made the Taoist priest feel a little helpless.

If it weren't for the existence of Zhenxi Dragon Palace, why would they do these things?

Sage Sakyamuni pondered for a moment, and then said, "I understand, this is my calamity, and I should do my best."

The Taoist leader nodded slightly, with a look of relief on his face. This incident was both a disaster and a protection.

After all, he doesn't have many quasi-sages who can kill him Dragon King.

"Without further delay, let's set off today." The Taoist leader nodded slightly, then waved his arm, and a golden gate unfolded.

But at this moment, a laugh rang out.

"Let me take a look, what is this going to do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere around Taoist Jie Yin condensed. Taoist Zhunti beside him was the first to come back to his senses. He looked up and saw a man and a woman coming from the east.

Surprisingly, it was the Dragon King Ao Fan, and his precious disciple Xu Negi.

The Taoist priest had calculated that Ao Fan would come, but he didn't expect that he would arrive on time.

The spiritual power of Saint Sakyamuni beside him was condensed at this moment, and he was horrified to find that he was unable to stop Ao Fan's pressure.

While he was feeling horrified, he suddenly remembered what his master had told him about the Dragon King when he was giving lectures in the past.

Ao Fan and Xu Fu slowly descended, and then their eyes fell on Taoist Jie Yin and Taoist Zhunti, with an inexplicable light shining in their eyes.

"Why did you two open the boundary gate?"

Hearing Ao Fan's question, Taoist Taoist Jie Yin had a very ugly look on his face, but he still did not dare to question him loudly and just bowed to Ao Fan.

"Why is the Dragon King here?"

"You guys are not very honest, so I'm just here to take a look."

Ao Fan smiled and shook his head. Then he turned his gaze to Sage Sakyamuni. His eyes narrowed slightly and he said with a smile: "Whose disciple is this? He has some luck."

After the words fell, the Taoist Zhunti stretched out his hand to push Saint Sakyamuni back and said, "Dragon Emperor, this is a disciple of the poor Taoist."

"You can't hide your murderous aura. You are going to kill someone."

Ao Fan smiled slightly and said something meaningful, causing the expressions of the three people in front of him to change immediately.

The three of them thought for a moment that Ao Fan was going to stop them, but after Ao Fan said this, he made no move.

Looking at Saint Sakyamuni, Ao Fan then said: "You can just do your best. I want to see what flowers you can come up with."

As he spoke, the dragon power on his body pressed towards Saint Sakyamuni.

Like a mountain pressing down on him, Sage Sakyamuni wanted to stop him, but the master in front of him took the lead.

I saw golden light surging on the body of the Zhunti Taoist, and spiritual power swarmed out, rushing towards the dragon power that was pressing above his head.

It seems powerful, but it is just blocking the generals.

Even the Taoist guide on the side had a look of helplessness on his face, and he was still missing a move in the end.

Ao Fan didn't seem to use much strength, but Zhunti now used all his strength.

"snort!"

Ao Fan only heard a cold snort, and then noticed that Taoist Zhunti's face turned pale.

At the same time, all the dragon power on Ao Fan dissipated, as if what just happened had never happened.

The pressure on Taoist Zhunti suddenly decreased, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"It's just that you are living more and going back. In order to preach, you can even reduce your own cultivation level. You can be regarded as the first person among the saints."

Ao Fan's mocking voice came, and just one sentence left Taoist Zhunti speechless, and he fell silent for a while.

After a while, Taoist Zhunti said: "This is what the Dragon King taught me."

Ao Fan felt that he was not interested. He came here just to see the birth of Saint Sakyamuni. As expected, he should be going to the Sanfa Basa Gate of Zhongjiuzhou this time.

Thinking of this, Ao Fan couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

After this battle, the Posa Sect will completely disappear and be transformed into the eight tribes of Tianlong. As for the remaining people, they are the ones Ao Fan values.

The underworld! I am waiting for you to evolve!

The Houtu Emperor only occupies the land of the Netherworld. Even after becoming a god, the Dongyue Emperor he entrusted only opened an eighteenth-level underworld in the Netherworld.

Compared with Hou Tuhuangdi, Houtu is still unable to do so. As one of the six emperors, Houtu is not so easy to defeat. He still needs to completely separate this netherworld, and then he will have an opportunity to take advantage of it.

The golden light in his eyes flashed, and Ao Fan immediately chuckled, turned around and walked towards Zhenxi Dragon Palace, ignoring the three people.

It wasn't until Ao Fan disappeared that the three of them came back to their senses. The Taoist receptionist frowned slightly and looked at Sage Sakyamuni and said, "Don't be lazy. Just concentrate on your work. I'll be waiting here for the Dragon King."

Sage Sakyamuni then nodded slightly and said, "Disciple understands."

After saying that, he saw the Sakyamuni Saint stepping into the realm gate, followed by countless followers.

Seeing this scene, Taoist Jie Yin and Taoist Zhunti breathed a sigh of relief.

But the two of them didn't notice that a pair of eyes in the palace were watching this scene.

It wasn't until those tens of thousands of believers disappeared that he turned around and disappeared into the palace.