The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

In the sky, Xu Fu, who had the responsibility of being a master, looked at the fierce generals in the battle formation, his big eyes full of curiosity.

I have studied with Master Ao Fan at Zhenhai Dragon Palace for hundreds of years. Looking at the scene outside now, it seems like it happened yesterday.

As expected, after cultivating immortality, one will be able to see for a thousand years just as the master said.

The people in the battle formation were calling for formation, and Xu Fu watched with great interest, showing no intention of leaving.

Because she has to wait to introduce this pair of people who died in the battle to the list of gods.

Just when Xu Negi saw it with relish, a war horse rushed out from the camps of various princes and went straight to Hua Xiong in the field.

But in the blink of an eye, the general was killed before he could even close his arms.

For a moment, the Xiliang cavalry cheered loudly, and Hua Xiong even raised his sword in his hand and laughed loudly.

"You have some skills, so this trip is not in vain."

Xu Fu looked at Hua Xiong and said with a chuckle, and then he saw another general from the battalion rushing out.

"Hua Xiong! I am General Pan Feng, and I will take your dog's life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Fu in the sky was stunned, thinking that his master seemed to have mentioned this person.

"Unparalleled General Pan Feng?"

When he was wondering in his heart, he saw that Pan Feng and Hua Xiong had already fought together, but they couldn't make it three times before they were killed off the horse again.

Xu Fu's face looked a little unhappy. Is this the person the master mentioned?

Just thinking about the smile on Master's face when he said this name, he didn't take it seriously.

After thinking about it for a moment, Xu Fu raised his hand, and a golden light came out of his hand, capturing Pan Feng's soul next to him.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly seeing Xu Fu next to him, Pan Feng came back to his senses instantly, with a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes.

Why is this person floating in the sky?

Xu Fu was also startled at this time. He frowned and looked at Pan Feng who suddenly spoke, his eyes full of surprise.

"Why can you speak?"

The people photographed on the list of gods can only regain their consciousness when they are named gods. Why did Pan Feng in front of him suddenly recover?

Just as the two of them were confronting each other, the list of gods in Xu Sui's hand instantly released a ray of light, covering Pan Feng.

In just a moment, a strange power was released from Pan Feng.

"Accepting people!?"

Xu Fu looked at Pan Feng in astonishment, and then suddenly recalled in his heart, this was probably the master's handiwork!

At this time, in the Zhenhai Dragon Palace, Ao Fan's movements froze, then a smile appeared on his face and he murmured in a low voice.

“It’s well deserved.”

After saying that, Ao Fan laughed and shook his head. This scene made Ao Tian beside him full of confusion.

Why did my father suddenly act like this?

Of course Ao Fan couldn't say that Pan Feng was named the person to lead the list of gods, so he didn't say anything more. He just pointed at the jade slip in his hand and urged his son in front of him to read it as soon as possible.

…

When Sishui was closed, when he saw Pan Feng becoming the receptionist, Xu Fu knew that this was the master's intention, so he didn't say anything more.

As for Pan Feng, at this time he already knew who was around him, and he also knew where he was.

"I've met the immortal master."

At this time, Pan Feng bowed respectfully to Xu Fu.

"Since you thought you would be the guide, then it's a good idea to do it. This is your chance. When you become a god, you will be able to be among the immortals."

Hearing this, Pan Feng nodded hurriedly, looking forward to the day when he would become a god.

At this moment, a man in green robes rode out of the military camp, holding a Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand. Just a glance at it made people a little frightened.

Looking at the person coming, Xu Fu's expression suddenly lit up, and the light in his eyes skyrocketed.

This is the most important thing in this conferment of gods!

As soon as the Qinglong Yanyue Sword landed on the ground, Hua Xiong's horse took a step back.

The horse under his crotch was suddenly frightened. At this time, Hua Xiong was shocked and looked at the generals who were going into battle with some vigilance.

"Who are you!?"

"Guan Yu."

As soon as he finished speaking, Guan Yu raised his sword and knocked back Hua Xiong with just one move. Before the opponent could recover, the sword in his hand dropped again.

Hua Xiong felt a chill on his neck, and before he could even recover, he found himself flying into the sky.

His eyes fell on his headless body. At this moment, the fact that he was dead flashed through Hua Xiong's mind, and then his vision went dark.

"Sure enough, he is someone whom Master values. With such courage and luck, he is probably the strongest person in the past hundred years."

Although Xu Fu was excited, he did not dare to delay the important event. Seeing that Hua Xiong was dead, he pointed at Hua Xiong's body from a distance.

Pan Fengxin understood the idea, stretched her palm forward, and saw countless cold lights flashing, capturing the essence of Hua Xiong that was about to float away in her hand, and then included it in the list of gods.

Xu negative smiled slightly and said, "It's over now, I'll leave later."

Pan Feng didn't dare to say anything, just nodded, and left with Xu Negi.

From today on, I will be the guide around Xu Fu, until Xu Fu entrusts this God's List to the person who should entrust it to it.

In the military camp, when Guan Yu returned with Hua Xiong's head in hand, everyone in the tent was silent and looked at Guan Yu in surprise.

"Gulu~"

There was a soft sound, and Guan Yu dropped his head casually, cupped his hands, and returned behind Liu Bei.

Only then did everyone start to look at the three people in front of them, but Cao Cao reached out and touched the wine glass, and a light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

…

In the netherworld, a lonely figure walked on the wasteland, with a faint golden light floating around it. However, the ghosts around it did not dare to step forward, but just fell behind.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the figure suddenly stopped, and then his eyes fell on the ghost behind him.

"Let's go along, let me do something for you."

As he said that, he saw the golden light in the man's hand surge, and in just an instant, the ghosts behind him were absorbed into the golden light.

The speed was so fast that the other party didn't even have time to react, and the ghost was wiped out in just a moment.

"I've been here for many days, and it's finally time to wait for the first lucky person."

After doing all this, the man smiled slightly, and then lowered his gaze above his head.

I saw a ray of green light falling from the blood-red sky, and there was a figure in it.

The man fell heavily to the ground. He was different from ordinary ghosts. He even maintained a trace of consciousness, but his eyes looked a little confused.

"W-what is this place!?"

Hearing this, the man covered with golden light smiled slightly and said, "This is the Netherworld, Jiang Ziwen, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Who are you?"

Hearing someone calling his name, Jiang Ziwen looked at the man covered in golden light, and then asked, without any fear on his face.

"I am the Sword Master, Huang Long."