The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

A faint green light lit up in the hall, and Hou Tu's face was filled with coldness at this time.

"Such a powerful Tianwei, you, the saint of the three religions, asked you to come here with a broken sign?"

Standing alone in the main hall, Taiyi Tianzun raised his eyebrows slightly. Although his expression was indifferent, he still bowed respectfully.

"Empress, the way of heaven has changed."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Hou Tu's face changed drastically, and Taiyi Tianzun pointed on the token as he spoke.

I saw a burst of spiritual power being released instantly, and then I saw the ancient token floating in front of me shine brightly.

Endless holy power was released instantly, sweeping across the entire hall in the blink of an eye.

Three green lights shot out from the token, and then three figures appeared.

"Yuanshi, Tongtian, Taishang!"

Looking at the three people who appeared, Hou Tu's face became extremely ugly at this time. As for Taiyi Tianzun, it still seemed like nothing happened.

Yuanshi Tianzun closed his eyebrows and seemed not to speak, but Taishang Laojun moved his lips slightly and looked directly at Houtu.

"Mother, I haven't seen you for many years. How are you?"

"Okay, great."

Hou Tu gritted his teeth and looked at the three of them. If it hadn't been for the three of them, why would he have left the Heavenly Palace and left this underworld?

Taishang Laojun chuckled lightly and said: "Today, my disciple came to this Netherworld for the purpose of the underworld."

"My three religions are united into one, and we should establish an underworld, but this matter still requires the approval of the empress."

The three saints exerted pressure. Even Hou Tu, as an ancient saint, still felt a little pressured at this time. Although it was not as good as the Dragon King, it was still not small.

After all, not all ancient saints are masters, such as herself.

One-on-one is fine, but one more person is not.

With frost all over his face, Hou Tu felt a little helpless about this matter. Ao Fan was indeed right, this Netherworld was the place where the next great catastrophe would happen.

"I'm afraid you are too late. Ao Fan wants to reestablish the 18th floor of the underworld here. Do you have the strength to compete with Ao Fan?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Taishang Laojun's expression suddenly froze, and then he smiled bitterly.

"It's too late after all."

Hearing Taishang Laojun's sigh, Hou Tu knew that there was nothing the three of them could do against Ao Fan, after all, where was their strength.

"There is not much overlap between us and Ao Fan in establishing the divine throne."

Leader Tongtian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, and then he saw Yuanshi Tianzun echoing softly, without saying a word.

Seeing that the Three Saints had made up their minds to let Taiyi Tianzun take over the Netherworld, Hou Tu sneered and said: "Then you go ahead and grab it. I want to see how many of you are not afraid of death."

With her sleeves rolled up, Hou Tu simply planned to open the Netherworld. Then she would like to see how many of these forces could survive to the end.

Dongyue Taishan underworld, the three religious underworld plus the Dragon Palace underworld, and the underworld of Western religions.

The forces from all directions want to share her destiny, but they don't know who can wait until the end.

Taishang Laojun was also quite helpless in his heart. They had never thought about it so much, but now the way of heaven is changing, and luck has temporarily returned to the netherworld. If they don't want to be the first to be attacked by the Western Teachings, they can only send people into the game.

After all, you can't rely on Dragon Palace to do everything.

Fortunately, I had thought of the existence of Dragon Palace before, otherwise it would have been another conflict.

The three people who were destined to paddle, seeing that the matter was settled, turned into light and dissipated, and Taiyi Tianzun also took back the token.

This was created by the joint efforts of the three religions and was the main barrier for him to enter the Netherworld this time.

"Thank you so much, I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, he saw Taiyi Tianzun turning around and exiting the hall, leaving Empress Houtu alone in the hall with a sneer on her face.

Since then, Ksitigarbha of the Western Sect and Taiyi Tianzun of the Three Sects have changed their names to the leader of the Qinglian Sect, and the Ghost Emperor of the Zhenhai Dragon Palace has finally entered the catastrophe of the Netherworld Gods.

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A fast horse galloped along the path, and within a moment it broke into a large camp.

"Report! Dong Zhuo's army has arrived at Sishui Pass!"

A shout suddenly excited all the princes in the camp, and one of them, who stood out from the crowd, had a sneer on his face.

"Okay! It looks like the decisive battle is here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard echoes from all around, but one of them showed no expression and only chuckled a few times when someone looked over.

"Mengde, what's wrong?"

The man looked at the silent man next to him and couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Thinking that after four generations and three princes, now the heroes from all over the world have to rely on an edict in the hands of this former colleague, I feel a little unhappy.

Upon hearing the inquiry, Cao Cao turned back to Yuan Shao and said, "General Benchu, now that Dong Zhuo's army is approaching, he has many powerful generals, especially Lu Bu and the Xiliang cavalry. We have to guard against them."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tent fell into silence, and then he saw the light in Yuan Shao's eyes flashing away.

"Lu Bu is a problem."

As he said that, he saw another person running in from outside the tent.

"Report! Hundreds of troops came from outside the camp, saying they were responding to the general's attack on Dong and came to defect!"

"Who?" Yuan Shao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. At present, almost all the people with names are here. Who else will come?

"It's Liu Bei who came after the Han Dynasty."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was stunned. There are many branches of the Han Dynasty. Is it possible that anyone with the surname Liu in this world is a descendant of the royal family?

In just a moment, everyone looked down upon him.

With only a few hundred men and horses, what kind of Hualang could they possibly come up with?

Yuan Shao originally wanted to challenge Dong Fuzheng. Now that a descendant of the royal family came to defect, naturally he could not be extrapolated.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Bring people in."

The soldiers took the order, then turned around and went out, intending to bring Liu Bei and the others in.

After entering the big tent, everyone just glanced at the three people who came before them, and then chuckled, but Cao Cao looked at the three people with interest.

"Take a seat." Yuan Shao just glanced at him and said nothing. However, after hearing the order, his men brought out a wooden block and put it down.

Seeing that everyone else was a big man, but his brother was just a wooden man, Zhang Fei, the black-faced man behind Liu Bei, looked angry.

He wanted to step forward to argue, but Liu Bei grabbed him and shook his head gently.

Seeing Liu Bei sitting on the wooden pier, Cao Cao, who had been observing secretly, ignored the discussions around the war and focused on focusing on Liu Bei and the two people behind him.

There is some momentum, but I don't know if I can hold on until the end.

Thinking of this, Cao Cao smiled, and then stopped observing the three of them.

At this moment, a voice sounded outside the tent again, startling everyone.

"Report! Xiliang Army General Hua Xiong is calling for formation outside!"