The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Nagas never thought that one day he would be betrayed by his companions.

The cold sword was placed on his neck, which surprised and chilled Nagas.

Asura, who was named, showed no regrets at this time.

"Nagas, Sage Sakyamuni is right. If we continue like this, we will only die."

"Just because you want to die doesn't mean we want to die too."

Upon hearing this, Nagas showed a hint of sarcasm on his face and said, "Have you agreed to their request?"

Asura was silent for a while, and then said: "We don't want to die. In South Mandala, we are still the supreme gods."

Seeing this scene, Sage Sakyamuni and Ajita showed a hint of joy on their faces.

It seemed that his plan was successful. After all the years of killing, someone finally couldn't bear it any longer.

The next moment, Nagas's crazy laughter sounded, and he looked around at the people who used to follow him, his eyes full of sternness.

"Okay! Is that what you all think?"

I saw many people lowering their heads, but two people looked a little indifferent.

Nagas stared at the two of them, with a sneer on his face. Even without saying anything, he knew that Asura alone would not dare to do such a thing.

"Naga! But it was your idea!?"

A question rang out, and the Naga at the head did not change his expression. He looked at Nagas coldly, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"So what?" After a chuckle, Naga continued: "Without you, the nine people have become eight people, and Deva and I are the heads of these eight people."

Nagas secretly thought that it was indeed the case, but there was nothing he could do.

If only one of the two was like this, he could still cope with it, but now there was no chance at all.

Nagas looked at Saint Sakyamuni coldly, and white light suddenly surged from his body, but it turned into black in an instant.

For a time, the power in his body increased greatly, since there was a breakthrough.

Sage Sakyamuni narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes shone with light. This Nagas actually showed signs of enlightenment.

At the moment, it is just the Hunyuan Golden Immortal. If it is allowed to develop, it may get out of control.

The cold light in his eyes flashed away. The Sakyamuni saint pointed at Nagas in the distance, and then a golden light shot away.

Just for a moment, Nagas didn't even have a chance to fight back, and was instantly pierced by golden light.

Looking at the injury on his chest in disbelief, Nagas fell backwards, and his spiritual power dissipated completely in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, Sage Sakyamuni breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, a ball of black light suddenly burst out from Nagas who fell on the ground, and disappeared into the ground in an instant.

He frowned slightly, but as the Sage Sakyamuni took action, the original eight tribes also started to move their hands at this time, killing Nagas' men.

In just one cup of tea, all of Nagas' men were killed or wounded, but a few of them escaped.

Watching this scene, Ajiduo frowned and said, "Just let them go like this?"

Seeing that Saint Sakyamuni was no longer following, Ajiduo was naturally a little confused. But just when he asked, he found that Saint Sakyamuni actually smiled.

“Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and escaping is not necessarily a bad thing.”

As he said that, he saw Sage Sakyamuni slowly looking back and looking towards the west. He saw countless golden lights surging and converging towards the sky not far away.

A gate slowly appeared in the sky.

The eight tribesmen who had just converted to Western religion couldn't help but be stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.

They are really familiar with this door.

The next moment, the door slowly opened, and a slightly older man in a golden robe slowly walked out. The glow behind him spread out, giving people a sense of holiness.

The person who came was none other than Taoist Ran Deng who had been staying in the Western Sect Palace.

The pure power on his body was even much stronger than that on Saint Sakyamuni.

Sage Sakyamuni's eyes fell on the jade slip in the hand of Taoist Ran Deng. The light in his eyes flashed away, and then he bowed and bowed.

The same was true for the countless followers behind him. Although the Eight Tribes did not recognize Taoist Ran Deng, they still bowed honestly.

Looking at Saint Sakyamuni indifferently, Taoist Randeng opened the jade slip in his hand and said calmly: "Saint Sakyamuni, today, by the order of the master, I am here to be responsible for establishing the religion in Jiuzhou and canonizing the immortal gods in the religion. .”

As soon as he finished speaking, Sage Sakyamuni's expression suddenly brightened up, and then he bowed and said, "Thank you, senior brother."

Taoist Ran Deng waved his hand and stood up with the jade slip in his hand. He just glanced at it and started to read.

"Randeng Taoist, Sage Sakyamuni and the three Ajitus, who have meritorious service in protecting religion and are talented by nature, should be the pope of our Western religion. Now, in accordance with the decree of the two sages of the West, I consecrate these three people as the leader of the Western religion, Randen. The leader of the Sun Cult, Venerable Tian Guan, ranks as the deputy leader.”

There are two leaders in one religion. Although everyone is curious, only Ran Deng and Sakyamuni know that this matter is just following the wishes of the two Western Saints.

The two of them would become the masters of this Western religion in the future.

But Sage Sakyamuni didn't know that Ran Deng didn't have much thought.

On the other hand, Ajiduo was quite unhappy. He had worked hard all the way, but he only fell into the position of deputy leader. Naturally, he felt a little unhappy.

It's just that this is a saint's decree. Even if I don't like it, I have to hold my nose and admit it.

After glancing at Lord Tianguan, Taoist Randeng, whose face was completely calm, then looked at the eight tribesmen of the Posa Sect who had just surrendered.

"The eight tribes of immortals have a deep connection with each other and know their way back. For the sake of the millions of living beings in the Central Nine Provinces, now by the order of the saint, I confer you and others as eight tribes of heavenly dragons, Deva as the heavenly tribe, Naga as the dragon tribe, and the rest are all using it. name."

As soon as he finished speaking, Taoist Ran Deng pointed his finger at the jade slip in his hand, and a piece of golden light poured out, falling behind the mountain like water.

"This is the Hualong Pond, owned by the dragons, and the Nagas will obey orders."

As if he knew something, many people stood up behind Naga. Most of the Naga clan were snakes. Looking at the Dragon Transformation Pond, many people had an inexplicable energy surging in their bodies.

"Come into the pool."

As Ran Deng finished speaking, the Naga tribesmen poured into the Hualong Pond one after another.

Everyone watching this scene was filled with doubts. Is this Hualong Pond really so attractive?

Just when everyone was confused, golden light suddenly surged in the Dragon Transformation Pond, and waves of roars that they had never heard before came out.

Everyone's faces were full of horror.

"Is this!?" The other seven people looked at this scene in horror, their eyes full of horror.

A huge figure rushed out of the Dragon Transformation Pond, and in just a moment the huge body enveloped the entire mountain.

Dragon, this is a real dragon.

At this time, even Taoist Ran Deng looked horrified and didn't understand why the Hualong Pond had such an achievement.

You must know that in the Nanzhan continent, the dragon tribe still needs to jump over the dragon gate to become a real dragon.