The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

The protector crossing the river slowly raised his head, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a mouth of white teeth.

"I am one of the eighteen protectors."

After saying that, the airy eyes shrank, and then he chuckled.

"Your master is quite willing to give it up." Tongfeng chuckled, then took a step back, and the vague power on his body was suddenly released.

It only took a moment to put great pressure on the protector across the river.

As the first person to enter Nanzhan Continent after the establishment of the Western Sect, Protector Guojiang originally thought that the Zhenhai Dragon Palace was not as powerful as expected, but now it seems that he has overthought it.

The man in front of me was heard to be one of the seven divine generals, but it seemed that he was not as simple as he thought.

His eyes fell on the people who were still working nervously in the yard. Protector Guojiang was horrified to find that the power released by the God of Wind at this time was actually not felt by mortals at all, which was a bit scary.

Thinking of this, before the Guardian across the river could react, he suddenly found that the environment around him suddenly changed.

"Secret realm of space!?"

After letting out a low cry, Protector Guojiang looked at the General of Feng who was looking at him with a smile on the other side, his eyes filled with horror.

"Are you in the quasi-saint realm!?"

"Who told you that you can't use the secret realm of space without being a quasi-sage?"

Tongfeng looked at Guardian Guojiang sarcastically, and then said calmly: "It's fine if you Westerners came to preach in Nanzhan Buzhou in a generous manner. As long as you don't pass the line, no one will care about you, but as the Eighteenth Guardian, you participate Among them, it is passed.”

"Tell me, what are you here for?"

As he said that, the God of Wind locked the Protector across the river with a force of thought.

As one of the eighteen protectors, Protector Guojiang naturally did not expect that the ventilation in front of him was so strong.

With a thought in his heart, a golden light condensed out of Protector Guojiang's hand and moved toward one side.

A kind of rune that had never appeared in Nanzhanbuzhou was unfolded, and it only took a moment to make the God of Wind sneer.

"Are you trying to fight back?"

As he said that, he saw Feng Feng's wrist move, and a cold light pierced the wrist of Protector Guojiang.

It only took a moment. The protector across the river did not dare to gamble this time and hurriedly retracted his wrist, but the rune did not disappear.

Although it is only half completed, the power of the rune has begun to show.

Pushing his palm forward, the rune pressed towards the ventilation.

The sudden pressure made General Fengyun frown suddenly. He did not expect that this rune had such power.

Putting aside his contempt in his heart, Feng Feng planned to test the power of this rune.

With his finger in the air, a trace of dragon power condensed out and stabbed at the rune. It was just a move, but the rune did not dissipate.

Feng Feng was not in a hurry, the dragon power in his hand instantly increased a lot, and then he completely wrapped the rune.

Protector Guojiang looked stunned for a moment, and then his expression suddenly changed. He wanted to withdraw his hand but it was already too late.

The rune was easily crushed by the dragon's power. At the same time, Protector Guojiang's face turned pale and he looked at the other party in horror.

"Tell me, what are you doing here?"

"Preach."

"Oh, your master was not honest when he became a god. Can he become honest now?"

The long sword in his hand was moved forward, and a blood mark instantly appeared on the neck of Protector Guojiang.

Although he had already cultivated a golden body, he was still easily scratched by the sword. Protector Guojiang was naturally horrified, but he still gritted his teeth and kept silent.

As long as he didn't say anything, there would be no reason for Tongfeng to kill him. Besides, as a Western Immortal, how could it be that Fengfeng killed him at will?

Just as he was comforting himself in his heart, a gap suddenly opened in the secret realm, and a person walked in from the outside.

"Huntian, you're late."

The visitor is Huntian from Zhenhai Dragon Palace, and this visit is under the orders of the Dragon Emperor.

I saw that Hun Tian had his hands folded across his chest, and he was holding a knife in his arms, a knife that was covered in blood.

"The Dragon King knew that you wanted to use the God-Slaying Sword, so he sent me here."

It was just an extremely normal conversation, but when the Protector Guojiang heard the words "God-Slaying Knife", he was still shocked, with a look of horror on his face.

The God of Wind smiled slightly, as long as the sword came, it was the Dragon King's decree. The protector in front of him was already of little use.

The cold light in his eyes flashed away, the God of Wind stretched out his hand, and the God-Slaying Sword in Huntian's hand was in his hand instantly.

He slowly pulled out the God-Slaying Sword, only half of it was drawn out, and then an irresistible murderous intent pressed towards Protector Guojiang.

At this time, General Fengyun had already released the protector across the river, but the protector across the river was still frozen in place, unable to move.

"How about it? Even if you want to say it now, there is no need for us to listen. People will be safe if they die."

There was a sneer on the corner of the mouth, and among the shaking head of Guardian Guojiang, the God of Wind instantly unsheathed the God-Slaying Sword in his hand, and then fell heavily on Guardian Guojiang's head.

In just a moment, the Protector across the river's head rolled to one side with an expression of disbelief.

To be able to kill a Western Cult Protector in the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm so easily was all thanks to the God-Slaying Sword in his hand.

This magic weapon has been kept by the Dragon King for who knows how long, and it has long been among the transcendent innate magic weapons.

If the gods and goddesses in the sky were asked to comment on the magic weapon they feared the most, this item would be number one.

Immortals below the realm of Hunyuan Golden Immortal have no resistance at all when facing this sword.

Of course, this sword has never appeared in the world easily. After all, most of the immortals and gods in the sky are people from Zhenhai Dragon Palace.

I saw the beheaded protector across the river, golden light surging from his body, and then countless golden lights gathered one after another, and soon a pill the size of a pill appeared in the air.

Looking at the golden elixir, Fengfeng was slightly startled, and then he stretched out his hand to take the golden elixir in his hand. However, he found that the golden elixir was extremely powerful, and it broke free from Fengfeng's control in an instant and flew towards the sky.

It only took a moment to break through the barrier of the secret realm.

Seeing this scene, Hun Tian was not surprised. The Western Sect could gain a foothold in Zhongjiuzhou. How could it be so easily captured?

This golden elixir will go back. Without the golden body, it will still be a rootless tree. It depends on how much the Western religion is willing to pay to save this protector.

Looking back, Hun Tian smiled slightly, and then said: "The Dragon King has an order, and the White Horse Temple should be kept instead of destroyed."

Fengfeng nodded slightly, without the protection of the Dharma Protector, the White Horse Temple would not be able to make any waves.

The two of them then turned around and left in the direction of the East China Sea.

On that day, Zhu, a Western Buddhist who was revered as a guru by the Han emperor in the Baima Temple outside Luoyang City, was found dead outside the city. The emperor was shocked.

In a huge palace complex in the west, a golden light was extremely dazzling, and it disappeared into the main hall in an instant.

I saw the leader of the Great Sun Cult in the hall raising his hand. There was nothing on his palm but he took the golden light into his hand.

Looking at the golden elixir in the palm of his hand, the Great Sun Cult Master shook his head helplessly: "Dragon Protector Guojiang has passed away. This is the loss of our sect."

With that said, the leader of the Great Sun shot the golden elixir towards the empty position among the eighteen guardians, letting the golden elixir float quietly on the lotus platform.