The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

As the ghost king died, the huge body began to turn into black air and slowly dissipated. It took only a moment to completely disappear.

Looking at the completely disappeared ghost king in front of him, a trace of surprise flashed in Xiang Yu's eyes.

"The Ghost King is born in the Netherworld. Even after death, he will return to the Netherworld and will not enter the six realms of reincarnation."

Huang Tianhua's voice came to his ears, and Xiang Yu looked at him with a good look on his face.

"Doesn't it mean immortality?"

Hearing this, Huang Tianhua was slightly startled, then smiled and shook his head and said: "It is possible to regroup and practice. Everything needs to be started from scratch, even the memory will be erased."

Xiang Yu nodded, his heart filled with excitement.

As a general who subdues ghosts, this is his first time dealing with something like a ghost king, so he is naturally a little excited.

At this moment, Huang Tianhua frowned and said, "The Ghost King came so suddenly. He didn't even expect the change. It seems that someone did it intentionally, or he came for you."

Xiang Yu couldn't help being stunned and looked at Huang Tianhua with some doubts: "Are you coming for me?"

Huang Tianhua nodded, then turned his gaze to the far north and said, "I will return to the underworld first and leave the rest to the king."

Xiang Yu nodded slightly, stopped talking, and left with Huang Tianhua.

Not long after the two left, a cloud of black energy suddenly rose on the ground where the previous battle had taken place, and then a man in robes appeared.

I saw the light flashing in the man's eyes, and his eyes were full of horror.

"died!?"

As soon as his heart moved, the man couldn't help but become nervous. After thinking about it, it was better to report the matter truthfully, so as not to have to bear the burden of something happening in the future.

Thinking of this, the man swayed, turned into a black smoke, and disappeared from the place.

For a moment, the wilderness fell into silence.

…

South Mandala

As the largest continent among the Central Kyushu, South Mantuo Continent no longer has the peace it once had.

A piece of golden light rolled forward like a wave, heading straight towards a huge palace.

After two conquests, most of the originally powerful Whispering Meng on South Mantuo Continent has been strangled, and now only this last temple is left.

The members of the Western Sect, who originally had a clear holy will, had blood on their hands, but they seemed extremely holy.

Such an appearance was something that even Sage Sakyamuni had never imagined.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and saw that the eyes of Saint Sakyamuni were like stars, and the golden light in his eyes flickered, falling on the palace in the distance.

"Senior brother, this is the last place."

A voice came from the side, and the Sage Sakya nodded slowly: "The three attacks on the Basa Gate lasted for nearly two hundred years, and it has finally come to the last moment."

"Junior brother."

After calling softly, the Sage Sakya turned his head and looked at the fat junior brother beside him, with an inexplicable look on his face.

Although my junior brother has been in the industry for a shorter period of time than me, he already has the strength of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal, and he is also a figure that cannot be underestimated.

This is not only the day of his consummation, but also a great opportunity for his junior brother.

Facing his senior brother's gaze, Venerable Ajita showed a smile, but he was a little confused in his heart. What did his senior brother mean by calling him?

"Senior brother, what can I tell you?"

Although the two of them are brothers in terms of seniority, when practicing, they mostly rely on Saint Sakyamuni in front of them to guide them, so it is not an exaggeration to say that the two of them are masters and disciples.

Looking at the other party, Sage Sakyamuni showed compassion and said: "The three expeditions against the Basa Gate have caused too many crimes. This expedition should be used as a way to transform."

Upon hearing this, Venerable Ajita was immediately stunned. Although he was a little confused, he still nodded and said, "It's just based on senior brother's instructions."

Seeing that Ajita agreed, Sage Sakyamuni began to explain the reason.

"Zhongjiuzhou is the foundation of my Western religion. The destiny here must not go against us, so senior brother wants to do this."

"Furthermore, compared with Zhenhai Dragon Palace, our Western religious power is weak, so we need to broaden the scope of people who join the religion."

As he spoke, Saint Sakyamuni's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously.

This time he will convert the remaining members of the Basa Sect into the religion, and by then the Western Sect will definitely be greatly strengthened.

As soon as the words fell, the golden light in the sky condensed for an instant, like a curtain, covering the palace.

In just a moment, the palace was filled with angry curses.

"I am the sage Sakyamuni of the Western Sect. South Mantuo Continent is originally the land of my sect. I will give you a way to survive today."

"If you convert to my religion, you will be spared from death."

The sound of the sky was rolling. Although it was only the words spoken by Saint Sakyamuni alone, it was as if people all over the sky were saying these words.

The expressions of those who rushed out of the palace changed, and their eyes were full of horror as they looked at the golden light that filled the sky.

Hundreds of years ago, a gate suddenly appeared in the sky of Central Kyushu, and in an instant, countless people who had never seen it poured out.

In just a few hundred years, the Posa Gate in South Mantuo Continent was attacked and only the current place was left.

There didn't seem to be anything wrong with the golden light, but they knew that that thing could kill them in an instant.

There are nine most powerful branches in the Basa Sect, but they don't seem to be a threat to the Western followers in front of them at the moment.

The eyes of the leader were shining brightly, and their faces were full of unwillingness.

At this moment, Ajita who was beside Sage Sakyamuni took a step forward, looked at everyone calmly and said, "Do you still want to kill all of them?"

"The teachings of your Basa Sect have many similarities with ours. If you join our Western Sect, you will be able to carry forward the teachings and kill two birds with one stone. What else don't you want to do?"

As Ajiduo's voice fell, everyone was slightly stunned, and many people were inevitably moved.

After all, in the past hundred years, they have seen the power of Western religion during the conquests, and if they carry it on at this time, it will only be a dead end.

The man who took the lead took a step forward and said harshly: "My disciples were slaughtered by you and others, but now you think of mercy?"

I saw the preaching number of Saint Sakyamuni. Then he looked at the person who stood up first and said, "Nagas, you are still so stubborn."

After hearing this, Nagas sneered: "Even if I fall into the netherworld forever, I will not cooperate with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, several voices were heard behind him, and a long sword was placed on Nagas' neck.

The sudden change made Nagas have a look of disbelief on his face, and it took him a while to realize that he was not dreaming.

"Asura! You!"