The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Looking at Ao Fan who appeared with a horrified expression, Ksitigarbha's heart was filled with fear.

Why is he here?

Looking at the expression on Jizang's face at this time, Ao Fan smiled slightly, knowing what he was thinking.

"What? Are you curious why I appear here?"

At this time, Ao Fan had a faint smile on his face, his expression was full of ease and carefreeness, and he didn't look like he was on someone else's territory at all.

It looks like he is in his own dragon palace.

Ksitigarbha's face turned pale. Although the golden elixir was destroyed, fortunately his life was not hurt.

It's just that the realm is lower. From the realm of Hunyuan Golden Immortal, he instantly dropped to the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal.

The speed was so fast that Ksitigarbha felt that he might never have felt this way in his life.

Looking at Ao Fan in confusion, Ksitigarbha was thinking about how to deal with the situation in front of him.

After all, no one expected that the Dragon King would appear here in person.

"I originally planned to come and have a chat with Hou Tu, but who would have thought that we would meet by chance."

As he said that, Ao Fan waved his hand and completely dispersed the golden elixir that had turned into powder, leaving no trace behind.

It was as if this golden elixir had never appeared.

And looking at this scene, Ksitigarbha was also frightened in his heart. Ao Fan really didn't give him any way out.

Looking at Ksitigarbha, Ao Fan sneered: "It's said to be a storage, but I'm afraid it's to cultivate Goulian's luck, right?"

When Ao Fan revealed his plan, Ksitigarbha was horrified in his heart, but it didn't show on his face.

He just looked at Ao Fan and said, "As the Dragon King is respected, it's better not to make rash judgments."

Ao Fan sneered and did not get entangled with Ksitigarbha, but just looked at him coldly.

"I will destroy your golden elixir, but I will spare your life. If you want the eighteenth level of the underworld, you'd better do it slowly."

"I, waiting for the day when your golden elixir is perfected, if you are not afraid of death, just concentrate on it."

After saying that, Ao Fan ignored the other party and focused his attention on Hou Tu.

As an ancient saint, Hou Tu was staring at Ao Fan with fear in his heart.

Such a powerful force is indeed as rumored. This Ao Fan is already among the saints of heaven. Even if his realm is unstable, he is on an equal footing with himself, or even higher.

Seeing Ao Fan looking at him, Hou Tu waved his hand. Ksitigarbha knew that he had no choice but to retreat quietly.

Before leaving, he turned around and glanced at Ao Fan, then disappeared into the hall.

"Oh, since I came to the throne, I feel a little more pity in my heart. For someone like this to be able to walk out of the hall alive, I am really different now."

Hearing this, Hou Tu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, secretly complaining in his heart, there was no one else who could say this.

Ignoring what Ao Fan just said, Hou Tu stared at Ao Fan and said, "I wonder what the Dragon King's purpose is in coming to the Netherworld?"

For thousands of years, no saint has come in person, and Ao Fan is still the first.

Ao Fan smiled slightly and said, "I heard that Queen Tu is in charge of the Netherworld, but it's just not peaceful recently."

"I'm afraid the Dragon King knows more than me."

Not at peace? If it weren't for all your forces causing trouble here, when would the Netherworld become like this?

Ao Fan ignored Empress Houtu's expression. After hearing this, he just smiled and shook his head. Then he stretched out his hand and raised his hand in the air, and countless golden lights gathered together.

In just a moment, in the golden light, the Eighteen Directions Great Seal was suspended in mid-air.

As soon as the big seal appeared, Hou Tu was slightly startled, and then his expression changed drastically.

"Ao Fan! What are you going to do!?"

A scolding sound sounded, and Hou Tu's face became extremely ugly. He stared at Ao Fan, white light surging around his body, and he seemed to be ready to take action if he disagreed with him.

"I'm here to tell you, are you going to fight?"

Ao Fan sneered, his eyes full of sarcasm, knowing that the Hou Tu in front of him would not dare to take action easily.

Not to mention that she can't beat herself, unless she doesn't even want to be a queen.

Seeing Ao Fan's confident look, Hou Tu's expression turned ugly, but he could only endure it for the time being.

"Ao Fan! What do you want to do by evolving the eighteen dragon veins?"

The eighteen great seals that Ao Fan performed were transformed from the earth dragon veins. As the mother of the earth, Hou Tu naturally knew the function of the earth dragon veins.

And in one breath, he made the Eighteen Directions Great Seal, which was clearly aimed at the eighteenth level of the underworld in his own Netherworld.

First there was the Heavenly Palace, then there was the Western religion, and now even the Dragon Palace wants to have a hand in it. Do you really think she is made of clay?

"What do you want? I just want to reshape the underworld."

There is chaos in all directions, and your Netherworld is about to fall apart. Are you really not in a hurry?

Hou Tu was speechless, looked at Ao Fan and said, "If you don't join in, I will have my own way of dealing with it."

You are the biggest variable!

Ao Fan chuckled: "The way of heaven is clear, the destiny is like this, your Netherworld has been deserted for tens of thousands of years, you should have a righteous god, but you only have the Ghost Emperor of the Four Directions in your hands. If it is useful, it can still be poked by others. Like a hornet’s nest?”

After stabbing him mercilessly, Hou Tu's face became ashamed and angry, but he could not refute.

At present, in the Netherworld, except for myself, everything comes from the outside, especially the Heavenly Palace, which wants to build the Six Paths of Reincarnation here, so how can it take itself seriously.

It's just that this is the way of heaven, and I can't stop it.

Looking at Hou Tu's appearance, Ao Fan knew that Hou Tu was unwilling, and he couldn't help but want to laugh.

As long as you are unwilling, you can be used by me.

Seeing Hou Tu staring at him, Ao Fan said calmly: "For these eighteen underworlds, I plan to use the overall plan of conferring gods to establish kings of each level."

"Oh, it's Haotian again?"

Ao Fan shook his head, looked at Hou Tu and said, "It's you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hou Tu's expression suddenly changed, and his expression was full of horror.

"You mean me?"

Seeing Ao Fan smile and nod, Hou Tu could not help but have some doubts in his heart. Isn't this matter of conferring gods unique to Tiangong?

When her eyes fell on Ao Fan, Hou Tu's eyes were full of confusion. She needed an explanation.

"He is gifted with six royal powers. I don't want his Haotian family to dominate."

After Hou Tu heard this, his expression suddenly lit up, and his eyes were full of surprise.

But in the next second, Hou Tu hesitated again.

"The Nether World is different from the Heavenly Palace. Even if you want to ennoble the Eighteen House Lords, you also need to find someone who is worthy of the tribulation. Besides, the Nether World is huge. Where in the world can there be a great catastrophe for the gods?"

"If I say yes, he will have it."

Ao Fan waved his hand and took back the eighteen-directional seal. He looked at Hou Tu calmly and said, "Just watch."