The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Netherworld, Netherworld Palace

In the empty hall, it has become increasingly quiet since Shen Tu Yulei left.

I am not a person who likes excitement, otherwise I would not come to this Netherworld to be one of the six emperors.

But whenever he thinks of the methods used by the three religions to poach people, Hou Tu still feels uncomfortable in his heart, even the wine in front of him has no taste at all.

Her slender hands were casually playing with the wine glass in her hand, her eyes seemed to be attracted by the pattern on the wine glass.

"With all the efforts to confer gods, the Netherworld of this palace has never been so lively."

While her eyes were wandering, Houtu Empress murmured something to herself, and even chuckled.

At this moment, a black energy appeared out of thin air in the main hall, and a figure appeared in the main hall. It was Tu Bo, one of the ghost emperors under his command.

No, now we should call them ghost emperors from both sides.

"Your Majesty, Emperor Dongyue is here."

"What a joke, why is he here? Not summoning the ministers in his Dongyue Underworld?"

Hearing the cynicism in these words, there was no surprise on Tu Bo's old face. After all, the power of Zhongyue Underworld in the Netherworld has been greatly increased through this apotheosis.

But when the people came, they didn't look like they were provoking trouble. It was obvious that something was coming.

Besides, this Dongyue Underworld is an eyesore, but it has always been honest and has never made any trouble.

"Mother, it would be better to meet her."

Tu Bo didn't say clearly that he might turn against Dragon Palace if he refused, but the empress should know the details.

"I am afraid that he will become the Dragon King!?"

Hou Tu, who was suddenly furious, had a pretty face full of anger, but after shouting, he unexpectedly calmed down and just said with a straight face: "Bring people in!"

Tu Bo bowed and responded before walking outside.

At this time, outside the main hall, Zongbu was leaning on a pillar outside the hall, with a black tiger lying at his feet, looking at the silent and independent Dongyue Emperor Huang Feihu not far away.

Seeing Tu Bo coming out of the crowd, he asked, "Do you want to see someone?"

Tu Bo nodded slightly, then raised his foot and kicked the black tiger, and said angrily: "Why did you bring this beast here?"

"The Sifang Ghost Emperor has gotten to the point where you and I are, why don't I, the Emperor, be allowed to make preparations to avoid being taken in by others that day?"

Zongbu reached out and touched the tiger's head, comforting Heihu who was aggrieved by being kicked, and his tone was quite indifferent.

Since Shentu Yulei was taken away, the two of them have alternately guarded Youdu Palace to avoid bumping into the empress.

Today was the time for the two of them to hand over. Huang Feihu, the Emperor of Dongyue, rushed over and said he wanted to pay homage to his empress.

After all, Zhenhai Dragon Palace stood behind Dongyue, and they did not dare to neglect each other too much at this time.

Tu Bo walked up to Emperor Dongyue and said, "My queen wants to see you."

A faint smile appeared on Huang Feihu's face, which was obviously expected.

Huang Feihu's eyes fell on Tu Bo's face and he said with a smile: "Don't keep such a sullen face. I have never seen you smile for thousands of years."

"Come on, have a smile. After all, the emperor's visit today is not bad news."

Hearing this, Tu Bo frowned slightly and said, "If you see my wife talking so frivolously, don't blame me for tearing you apart, and then go to Zhenhai Dragon Palace to apologize."

"Boring."

Huang Feihu shook his head helplessly, then turned and walked towards the main hall. When he passed Zongbu, he lowered his head and glanced at the tiger at Zongbu's feet, and suddenly asked: "Is it a male or a female?"

After being asked a question suddenly, Zongbu's originally indifferent face showed a trace of doubt.

"What's the meaning?"

"I ask you, is this tiger a male or a female?"

"Uh, mother."

As he said this, he saw Zongbu looking down at the tiger at his feet, and then he saw Huang Feihu with a faint smile on his face, and said, "Go to the place of True Lord Longhu Zhao Gongming often."

Hearing this, Zongbu's face became more and more confused, and for a moment he didn't even know what the words meant.

At this moment, Tu Bo came behind Zong Bu and said, "The mount of the True Lord Dragon and Tiger Zhao Gongming is a black tiger, and it is a male."

In an instant, Zongbu's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Slowly walking into the main hall, Youdu Palace has not been here too much, but it is still familiar.

Huang Feihu walked to the center of the hall, bowed to Hou Tu on the throne, and then said, "Emperor Dongyue has met the empress."

This is the disadvantage of the Immortal God. Naturally, he has to be lower in rank when meeting him. Although he is called the Great Emperor, he is only the emperor after all.

There was a faint smell of alcohol in the hall, and it seemed that Queen Tu had drunk a lot of wine.

"Huang Feihu, what are you doing here?"

A faint voice sounded, and Huang Feihu cupped his hands and responded: "I came here with the order of the Dragon Emperor."

"Oh, Dragon King?"

Huang Feihu didn't pay attention to the tone of Hou Tu's words. He just spread his hands with a calm expression. The light lit up, and he saw a jade slip appearing in Huang Feihu's hand.

"I would like to inform you that this is the general who protects the realm of the 18th level of the underworld in the Netherworld, as well as the list of immortals and gods at all levels in the Dongyue Underworld. Most of them must have been heard by the empress before, and there are many subdivisions. man of."

After saying that, he handed over the roster in his hand, as if he was willing to take it.

The hall instantly fell into silence. Empress Houtu frowned slightly, her eyes fell on Huang Feihu, and asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"

"This is the Dragon King's instruction." Huang Feihu said calmly.

Hou Tu stared at the scroll of jade slips, full of doubts in his heart. For a long time, he couldn't figure out where the problem was. Ao Fan's head was broken or something, why did he give this thing to him?

Express loyalty? Just kidding, this seems to be what he is going to do in Youdu Palace now.

Are there other reasons?

After frowning and thinking for a while, Hou Tu saw hesitation on his face, but he still made a move with his hand. With a wave of one hand, he summoned the jade slip in Huang Feihu's hand.

As soon as the jade slips were taken, Hou Tu unfolded them, and a golden light flashed, and countless names and gods began to spread around.

A faint power of luck emanates from the name, almost connected to the luck of the Netherworld.

This is a typical rhythm of the Great Achievement of Gods. As long as the Dragon Emperor doesn't mess around, I am afraid that there will only be his Dongyue Underworld family in this Netherworld in the future.

Looking away from the name, Hou Tu's eyes flashed, he looked at Huang Feihu and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"The Dragon King asked me to bring you a message. The Netherworld needs to be independent and not be controlled by the Heavenly Palace."