The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

The purple lotus rotates slowly in the thunder sea, and the purple flames and thunder light continue to intersect.

And the Dharmakaya, which was pressed down by the sea of ​​thunder, suddenly felt a strong pressure.

The faces of the three Venerable Sun Masters were extremely pale. Only then did they come back to their senses. They had been completely suppressed.

"how?"

Dragon King Ao Fan's cold voice came from the sky, like brilliant thunder, which shook the three of them.

"Dragon King! Do you want to kill the saint?"

"Oh, it's not like I haven't killed anyone before."

Ao Fan chuckled, and then the dragon body moved, and the thunder sea suddenly thundered loudly, and in an instant it pressed towards the golden light.

"Crack~" There was a crisp sound, and countless cracks appeared in the golden light in the sky.

In just a moment, the golden light was torn into pieces by the outflowing lightning, and countless lightning struck at the dharma body.

There was a loud "boom", and a ball of bright light burst out from the body, like the scorching sun coming into the world, piercing everyone's eyes.

Ao Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

The thunder continued to fall, and the roar kept ringing in the ears, shrouding the dharma body without any intention of stopping.

But the three Venerable Sun Masters are still persisting, showing no signs of taking a step back.

Venerable Tian Guan felt as if his body was in a furnace.

I had fought against Ao Fan, and the feeling of being helpless came to my mind again. After a while, I finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Turning to look at Venerable Sun, Venerable Tianguan said: "If this continues, we will all perish!"

Hearing the sound, Venerable Sun Master raised his head and glanced at the sky. The lightning had already chopped off four of the six heads of the Dharmakaya.

As for the arm, more than half of it has been lost, and the magic weapon in his hand is dim, and it is about to be destroyed.

Venerable Sun's heart sank, knowing that Venerable Tianguan was right. If this continues, all three of them will perish here.

Not talking about the overall situation of Western religion, even today's disaster cannot be overcome.

If I had known what it would be like today, I shouldn't have set up the Hualong Pond to get involved in the blood of the Dragon Clan. If not, it wouldn't have fallen into Ao Fan's hands.

At this moment, a voice sounded behind the two of them.

"You two stand down. Ao Fan can't calm down his anger today without killing anyone. It's time for me and him to come to an end."

Venerable Sun suddenly turned around and saw that the speaker was Venerable Ran Deng, and he couldn't help but be startled.

After taking a deep look at the other party, the Great Sun Master nodded slowly, and then retreated together with the Tianguan Master.

Golden light flashed in Lord Ran Deng's eyes, and he took a step forward. His power surged. Although it was much higher than before, it was still not as powerful as the three of them working together.

The power on the Dharma body dropped suddenly, and a sneer flashed in Ao Fan's eyes, who had been observing the changes, and then he temporarily stopped the activated formation.

The raging thunder in the sea of ​​​​thunder instantly became silent. The saints looked at it intently and couldn't help being stunned, because the person who came out was none other than Ran Deng Taoist who had converted to Western religion.

Seeing Ran Deng walking out and the Dharmakaya behind him returning to his normal form, the saints seemed to have thought of something.

Taishang Laojun frowned, but didn't say anything more. He just wanted to see how Ao Fan would deal with it.

I saw the Venerable Ran Deng clasping his hands together, bowing and saluting. His face was still a little pale and he said: "What happened today is what I taught you in the West. Since the Dragon Emperor is angry, I will use my blood to wash away the sins of Hualong Pond." .”

Upon hearing this, Ao Fan, who had turned into a giant dragon, sneered, and the huge dragon head suddenly rushed forward, arriving in front of Lord Ran Deng.

The power of the dragon emanates from the erratic dragon beards, and just by looking at him, the face of Rendeng Venerable is as golden as paper.

He coughed softly, and a stream of blood oozed from the corner of Ran Deng's mouth.

Just the crushing power of Long could seriously injure Ran Deng. The saints looked at this scene with horror in their hearts.

Rendeng Venerable slowly raised his head, looked at the dragon head that was very close at hand, and said with a wry smile: "After all, it's hard to catch up, Dragon King, you win."

Taishang Laojun in the distance looked at this scene with mixed feelings in his heart.

With just one breath of dragon's breath, the conduct of Venerable Ran Deng was completely destroyed. Although there was a surge of holy power in his body at this time, it had no foundation.

All the cultivation he had gained since his cultivation had been dissipated by the Dragon King.

Ao Fan looked at Lord Ran Deng with his dragon eyes and said, "You want to risk your life? Not only can't you enter reincarnation?"

"Although I have no regrets in dying, this is what I owe him to the Western Cult. If it weren't for the Western Cult, I would have died at the hands of the Dragon Palace."

When he was about to die, Lord Ran Deng could see clearly, with a faint smile on his face, looking directly at the Dragon King without any fear.

"Huh? Do you really want to die?"

"It's too simple. We will meet again in the future, but you are about to enter reincarnation."

Ao Fan sneered, and Ran Deng was stunned when he said this. Before he could react, a purple flame rolled towards Ran Deng.

Countless golden lights emanated from the purple flames, and then Ran Deng's body was seen turning into dots of golden light, being rolled up by the purple flames and completely disappearing in place.

"He is dead after all." Taishang Laojun whispered, but the Tongtian Cult Leader next to him frowned.

The saints looked at this scene at this time, feeling the holy power dissipating between heaven and earth, and they all instantly understood that the master fell as soon as Ao Fan waved his hand.

What about quasi-sages and saints?

In front of the saint of heaven, is it just a matter of waving a hand?

As strong as Ran Deng, he has been against the Dragon Palace since he first became a god thousands of years ago. After all, there is no way to escape death.

Venerable Da Sun and Venerable Tianguan watched the burning lamp fall and clasped their hands together. For a moment, the light on the Lingshan dimmed, and even the luck was reduced a lot in an instant.

After finishing all this, Dragon King Ao Fan slowly raised his dragon head, his eyes fell on Lingshan, and golden light surged from his body, shooting into the sky instantly.

A huge golden formation slowly opened up, wrapping the entire spiritual mountain.

The sudden scene made everyone stunned. The face of Lord Sun changed drastically, and he said angrily: "Randeng is dead! Dragon King, what else are you going to do!?"

"What to do? Seal the mountain!"

Ao Fan looked at Lord Sun with a cold look, his tone was full of sarcasm, and the Western Sect members were stunned when they heard this.

Close the mountain? Which mountain did Ao Fan seal?

Just as he was wondering, in the formation that covered Lingshan in the sky, countless runes suddenly began to flow.

Countless spiritual energy was sealed in the formation, and even luck was not spared.

As for the Dragon Transformation Pond, all the Naga snakes inside have been slaughtered by the Winged Immortal.