The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

There was a smile on his face, but he had not heard that unquestionable tone for a long time.

Since he entered the Netherworld, no one has dared to talk to him like this, unless he doesn't want to live.

He tightened and loosened his hand. At this time, Hou Tu's aura gradually increased. With a move of his wrist, a golden light came out of his hand and stabbed Huang Feihu.

At this time, Huang Feihu was unmoved and remained independent in the hall with a smile on his face, but the cold light in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

Seeing that the golden light was about to hit Huang Feihu, the next second it stopped steadily at the tip of Huang Feihu's nose.

It was a small, sharp sword, obviously a weapon commonly used by women.

Huang Feihu looked at the sword close at hand, smiled slightly and said, "Does the empress disagree?"

The hall fell into silence. After a moment of stalemate, Hou Tu waved his hand, and the sharp sword instantly dissipated.

A pair of eyes stared at Huang Feihu, and he said: "Go back and tell Ao Fan that I agree to this matter."

In an instant, the expression on Huang Feihu's face was like spring breeze: "In this way, we will do our best to help the empress control the Netherworld."

"Back off."

After all, Hou Tu didn't want to see Huang Feihu's face, so he waved his hand and drove Huang Feihu out, and then sat alone on the throne in a daze.

Tu Bo and Zong Bu were still guarding outside the palace. When they saw Huang Feihu walking out, a sharp sword was thrust across the front.

With a cold light flashing in his eyes, Zongbu slowly turned his head to look at Huang Feihu, and asked lightly: "Emperor, are you trying to surrender?"

Zong Bu didn't hide his murderous aura at all, he just struck Huang Feihu directly. It seemed that as long as Huang Feihu nodded, he would cut him down with one sword.

But this posture did not frighten Huang Feihu. Huang Feihu turned his head and looked at Zongbu with a smile.

"Zongbu, why are we going to do things together in the future? Doesn't that look good?"

At this moment, a voice sounded in the hall: "Zongbu, let him go!"

After hearing the empress's order, Zongbu glanced at Huang Feihu with a frown, turned slightly to the side, and moved the other person out of the way.

Huang Feihu chuckled, then walked towards the outside of Youdu Palace with his head held high.

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In the far west of the Netherworld, there are many high platforms on the wasteland. This has never appeared in the past, but now there are dozens of them.

Some are shining with golden light, and some are surging with green light.

The sound of chanting continued, but all the high platforms were now surrounding a tall palace.

Ditingfu

This is a palace that suddenly appeared in the first level of hell in the Nether City. Its owner is Ksitigarbha, who was once the Western Sect's master in the Netherworld.

"Beings accustomed to evil can grow from the smallest to the infinite."

A loud sound like a bell came from the palace, and the light on the surrounding high platforms suddenly began to shine.

In the sky, the originally scarlet clouds were now sparkling with golden light, and soon countless golden lights were projected from the clouds.

"Roar!"

Roaring sounds continued to come from the dark clouds, as if something was trapped in it.

A beast's roar also sounded in the Diting Mansion, and the powerful holy power came from the Diting Mansion. Then the huge palace door slowly opened, and a soldier walked out of it.

Wearing black armor and a black mask on his face, only a pair of eyes shining with a faint blue light were exposed. The power of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal was slightly flowing on his body. Although it was not stable, he was not an ordinary person.

This is Nagas, a remnant of the Bassa sect who was saved by Ksitigarbha.

Green light surged in his eyes, but Nagas did not rush into the sky, but just stared at the red clouds in the sky quietly.

"The Blood Demon, you still haven't repented!?"

A question came out from the palace, thunder suddenly burst out in the sky, and a powerful pressure rushed towards the sky.

It seemed that the blood demon in the sky was unwilling to sit back and die. Countless red clouds surged, and in just a moment, a huge long sword condensed in the sky.

It struck towards the palace with the power of destroying the world.

"Nagath!"

A faint voice sounded, and Nagas, who was standing outside the palace, suddenly became energetic and put one hand on the long knife at his waist.

"bass!"

There was a sound of unsheathing that pierced the sky and the earth. The long sword in Nagas's hand suddenly unsheathed, and he slashed hard into the sky with the sword in both hands.

A green light appeared out of thin air in the sky and rushed towards the long knife condensed by the red clouds.

"boom!"

There was a loud sound in the sky and the earth, and the long sword condensed by the red cloud suddenly stopped, but it was blocked so easily by the green light.

After the loud noise, there was a period of silence between heaven and earth, but the knife in Nagas' hand did not stop.

The sword was swung out again, and the shadow of the sword condensed by green light fell hard on the bloody sword in the sky, and countless cracks suddenly appeared on the blade.

Like a ruthless knife-wielding machine, Nagas kept waving the long knife in his hand at this time, and at the same time, countless knife shadows continued to fall on the long knife in the sky.

In no time, Nagas swung his last sword, and there was a loud bang in the sky, followed by a violent tremor.

The extremely powerful long knife that began to condense in the sky actually shattered inch by inch at this moment.

"Ksitigarbha! The first level is my ancestor's chassis!"

The long sword was destroyed, and an unwilling roar sounded in the sky, as if to make people understand that he was the master of this world.

"Blood Demon! The Zhenhai Dragon Palace arbitrarily enshrined the Netherworld god position, and the Netherworld's luck is most likely to be with him. You have no way to survive."

"If you take refuge in our sect, you may still have a way to survive!"

The palace was glittering with golden light, and a man walked out of it, slowly crossing the Nagas. Wearing a crown, he was none other than Ksitigarbha, the king who opened up the underworld.

His eyes were calm, looking into the sky like an abyss, and runes were flowing around his body, faintly containing the power of heaven.

This is the result of Ksitigarbha's vow, and it is a symbol of profound merit.

An old man in a blood-colored robe slowly walked out in the sky. His power was already at the level of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal, even much stronger than Nagas.

But at this time, the Blood Demon looked at Ksitigarbha in front of him with some fear, his eyes shining with light.

Ten years ago, this man came to his place in the extreme western wilderness and strangled his own ghost king Nether Warrior. Now he has built a merit platform on his own base and converted no less than ten masters. The Naga in front of him Si is one of them.

Looking around, the ten closest high platforms around the palace are the ten masters under Ksitigarbha, all of whom are first-rate Golden Immortals.

Whether it is Taiyi Golden Immortal, Daluo Golden Immortal, or Hunyuan Golden Immortal, there are several of them.

This Ksitigarbha is sure that there is nothing he can do against him, because he really cannot beat Ksitigarbha who is a quasi-sage.

The Blood Demon took one step forward and arrived in front of the palace in an instant. After looking at each other, the light in his eyes flickered and he asked: "You keep asking me to convert, why didn't you tell me about this ten years ago!?"