The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Hualongchi's ability to transform into a dragon in such a moment shocked many people, especially Taoist Ran Deng.

But his eyes fell on the golden dragon. After a while, Taoist Ran Deng still hesitated.

After thinking for a moment, Ran Deng said: "Naga, since you have transformed into a dragon today, I will make you the dragon-headed god."

The golden dragon in the sky nodded slightly as a salute.

At this time, Naga was also very excited. He had never experienced this kind of power. Who would have thought that his Naga family would one day transform into a dragon.

From this day on, only those with meritorious deeds can enter the Dragon Transformation Pond.

After dealing with the matter of the Eight Heavenly Dragons, Rendeng Taoist Hundred Years began to confer orders on other Western sect members.

It has been hundreds of years since the attack on South Mantuo Continent. Regardless of whether they are alive or dead, they are all meritorious people, and I have been ordered to reward these followers.

In one whole day, the Western Church canonized three thousand immortals and gods.

For a time, Western religion spread widely in Central Kyushu, and it was the establishment of the religion.

The killed Nagas seemed to have been forgotten, and fell into the netherworld.

A black light fell from the sky, and a large amount of smoke and dust rose up in an instant.

A corpse fell on the wasteland like this, no one cared about it, as if no one cared, but it was a new thing to many ghosts.

"Enter the body physically?"

Looking at the corpse in front of him, one of the ghosts reached out and picked up a stone and threw it at the corpse. After discovering that it was an entity, he became more and more curious.

The physical people in this Nether Realm are all powerful figures, but I have never seen this person in front of me.

When I was still confused, I saw a cyclone suddenly appear in the blood hole in the corpse.

In just a moment, the suction force of the cyclone rose rapidly. Before the thinking ghost could even utter a cry of surprise, it was pulled by the cyclone into the wound.

At the same time, a surprising scene appeared. After absorbing the ghost, the horrific wound began to slowly recover.

Just like that, the corpse was lying on the ground, in the empty wasteland, absorbing the ghosts passing by. I don't know how long it took, but the injuries on the body actually healed.

The fingers flicked slightly, and the corpse slowly opened its eyes, but there was no expression in the gray eyes.

He slowly stood up, looked around with a confused expression, and then headed towards the west.

The dark wind swept up and wiped away all traces of Nagas' presence here, as if no one had ever appeared.

…

Looking south to Buzhou, the East China Sea, and Zhenhai Dragon Palace

After becoming a god for the second time, Ao Fan rarely stepped out of Zhenhai Dragon Palace, but the things in the world could not be hidden from his eyes.

Now that the Han Dynasty has been a country for more than two hundred years, civil strife has just begun, but it was quickly put down.

Ao Fan knew that this was what Dragon Vein had done back then. After all, he was only repairing it, so it was normal for there to be faults in it.

It's just that he is not very interested in Zuo Aofan of the Han Dynasty, but he is very interested in the person who came from the west.

Looking at the ascetic man walking slowly on the desert in the mirror, Ao Fan showed a sneer on his lips, and then waved one hand, and a golden light shot out.

Within a moment, a figure appeared in the hall.

"Let the air flow to meet His Majesty."

Looking at the ventilation, Ao Fan chuckled and said, "Go to the Dragon Temple in Luoyang."

Hearing this, Fengfeng was stunned for a moment. Although he was puzzled, he still nodded.

"I know you are confused, just go and take a look. If the other person is safe, that's it. If not, just dismantle it for me."

After saying this, Feng Feng finally understood that the Dragon Emperor had told him about this, and that the Western religion was going to preach in the southern continent.

The golden light in his eyes flashed away, and he smiled and said, "I understand."

After saying that, he turned into a stream of light and sped away, and the Dragon Palace hall fell into silence again.

…

In the Han Palace, although it was already getting dark, there was still an exclamation in the palace.

Upon hearing this, the chamberlain outside the palace hurriedly ran in. Looking at the sweating emperor, he felt a little frightened for a moment.

"Holy, Holy One?"

"I, I had a strange dream. When will I go to court?"

"An hour."

"Take care of it, today is really weird."

Thinking about the dream just now, Emperor Han was still a little confused, and finally told his dream when he went to court.

The golden man is circling? This dream really filled the minds of all the ministers with doubts. They whispered among themselves for a while, but no suitable answer could be reached through discussion.

At this moment, a person walked out. Everyone looked at it and found that the person who came out was Dr. Fu Yi.

"Your Majesty, I know this Jin Renchen."

The Han Emperor's expression lit up, and then he said, "Ai Qing, please tell me."

"There is a god in the west, and his name is Venerable. He is exactly what your Majesty said. This is a sign of auspiciousness. Congratulations to our emperor!"

As he said that, he saw Fu Yi kneeling on the ground and making a big salute.

In just a moment, there was a burst of noise all around, and then everyone knelt on the ground and congratulated.

Although I don’t understand it, it sounds so awesome, so I’ll give it a try.

The Han Emperor, who was sitting high on the throne, had a happy expression on his face and said hurriedly: "Here, come from the Western Regions to search for the person who preaches the message that Ai Qing said!"

Emperor Han gave the order, and it took three years for the envoy to leave. Fortunately, the time was not wasted, and the envoy actually found the person in Emperor Han's dream.

After welcoming the people back to Luoyang, they attracted the attention of the Han Emperor.

"White horse entering the capital? It's quite interesting."

Outside Luoyang City, a middle-aged scribe in regular clothes looked at several white horses coming from a distance and couldn't help but laugh and shook his head.

"Master Ventilation, are you still here watching?"

Master Tongfeng is a famous person in Luoyang City. After coming to the capital, he has been living in the Dragon Temple. You know, the Dragon Temple generally does not accept outsiders.

However, Tongfeng Jushi was the first to pioneer it in Luoyang.

Looking at the visitor, Fengfeng smiled slightly, reached out and put down a few coins, then got up and walked towards the city.

The person the Dragon King was talking about had already arrived, and he wanted to see what the Western Sect was going to do.

After entering the capital, the missionary lord went directly to the palace to preach the doctrine to the Han emperor. Within a few days, an edict came out to build a temple outside Luoyang City, called the White Horse Temple.

After hearing this name, a trace of sarcasm flashed through Tongtong's eyes.

The White Horse Temple was built very quickly, but it took less than a month to have a general outline. Especially when I came outside the White Horse Temple, I could faintly find that there was extremely strong luck flowing out of the temple.

With a raised brow, Feng Feng planned to go in and take a look, but as soon as he took a step, he was stopped by someone.

After looking at the ventilation, the man said, "Father, no unauthorized entry is allowed here."

"What? Your temple doesn't allow anyone to defeat you?"

"You're just joking, layman. It's just that no one in this temple can stand your worship."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nafeng Feng suddenly changed his expression, his expression full of curiosity: "Can you tell?"

I saw the man clasping his hands together, and then said: "The layman is joking."

Hearing the other person repeating these few words over and over again, golden light flashed in Tongtong's eyes, and then he looked towards that person: "What's your name?"

"Crossing the river to protect the Dharma."

As soon as the name was spoken, Dongfeng was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "I heard that the Western religion has five hundred Dharma protectors. I wonder which one you are?"