The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

It makes me laugh when I say it, and I even feel a little sour in my heart, but it is the truth.

Without the rise of the Dragon Palace, the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix lineage would not have evolved such peerless flames.

Although the Samadhi True Fire is powerful, it now has a bad attitude, which is a bit difficult for even the Xuandu Archmage to talk about.

Fortunately, the precious disciple in front of me doesn't know how to practice Samadhi Zhenhuo at this time, so I can still give some guidance.

But when he heard his master say that there are two more powerful flames in the world that are more suitable for refining elixirs, the look on Ge Hong's face became wonderful.

Looking at the master, Ge Hong, although he was old, still looked at the Xuandu Archmage with an innocent face and asked: "Master, since there are better ones, why not use dragon fire or the phoenix flame?"

When the voice came to mind, Archmage Xuandu suddenly stiffened, and even the Samadhi True Fire in his hand trembled slightly. It was obvious that this question was too heart-wrenching.

What should I do if this apprentice seems to be strangled to death?

With a slight grin on his lips, Archmage Xuandu smiled dryly and said: "Dragon fire is a secret that is not passed down by the dragon clan. The same is true for the other kind. And without the blood of the dragon clan or phoenix, this thing cannot be used."

Hearing this, Ge Hong couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and then said: "In that case, this disciple's golden elixir..."

Ge Hong's several experiments all ended in vain, apparently because he was not yet capable of practicing the golden elixir, and there was no way to ignore the matters that his master told him.

Seemingly aware of Ge Hong's difficulties, Master Xuandu pondered for a moment and then said: "The way of Waidan is a small way after all. You really can't waste too much time."

After thinking for a moment, Archmage Xuandu waved his hand, and countless streams of light gathered from the collapsed ruins.

Not long after, he saw that the gathered stream of light was wrapped in a ball of flame.

A faint golden light emanated from the flames, and a feeling spread that Ge Hong had never experienced before.

The golden elixir seemed to have something to do with him, which put Ge Hong in a mysterious and mysterious feeling.

There was a sudden explosion in the silent mountain, and Ge Hong suddenly came back to his senses. His eyes fell on the golden elixir that diffused a large amount of golden light. Ge Hong's face was full of surprise.

"This, this is done!?"

Master Xuandu ignored Ge Hong, and with a slight movement of his wrist, he brought the golden elixir floating in mid-air in front of him.

The palm of his hand brushed against the golden elixir, and the light golden light slowly dissipated, and a round bead appeared in front of the two people.

"It's pretty safe."

After making a low-pitched judgment, Archmage Xuandu stretched out his hand and drew several formations in the air, wrapping up the golden elixir.

Seeing the master continuously adding restrictions on the golden elixir, Ge Hongdu's heart moved slightly, and he didn't understand why the master was so cautious.

After a long time, Master Xuandu finally stopped using his methods, and the golden elixir in front of him had become as plain as an ordinary bead.

Pointing his finger on the golden elixir, he immediately saw the golden elixir turn into a stream of light and quickly sink into Ge Hong's body.

His body shook violently. At this time, Ge Hong did not expect that Master would reach the point in one step. The surprise in his eyes flashed away, and then he asked: "Master, is it over here!?"

With a frown, Archmage Xuandu said, "What? Do you want another one?"

Who would object to such a thing?

Ge Hong smiled sarcastically. Of course he did not dare to say these words. After all, the master would still hit people when he was anxious.

Seeing the excitement on Ge Hong's face, Master Xuandu sighed and said, "This path is inherently expedient and cannot last for a long time. If the matter were not urgent, I would not have made such a decision."

As he spoke, Master Xuandu's eyes were full of pity. He looked at Ge Hong and said, "What a pity for your qualifications. If you have time, you will be the mainstay of our three religions in a hundred years. You will not take such a path no matter what." ”

Hearing what Master said, Ge Hong smiled slightly and said, "Master, this is the path chosen by the disciple himself."

Archmage Xuandu sighed slightly and said, "If you have anything to ask, just ask it now."

Ge Hong was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, but he did not ask. After a while, Ge Hong lowered his head and asked: "Master, I have something unclear. Is the world really at this point?"

Master Xuandu nodded slightly and said: "The Dragon Palace is closed and there is no birth. This catastrophe is said to be the catastrophe of Nanzhan Continent, but our three religions are no exception."

"The reason why my sect chooses you to join the world is to pass on our three religions and one lineage. When I take you back to your place, the next one will take your place."

"Western religion has become a trend. Our three religions are no better than Dragon Palace. Our methods cannot be too strong. At least we cannot do anything when our master is not sure."

Hearing this, Ge Hong immediately understood that not even his master could stop this catastrophe, let alone himself?

"Then the disciple will concentrate on writing books and no longer care about worldly affairs..."

After all, these four Ge Hong didn't want to say it out loud, but their three religions could only lie dormant until the glimmer of life emerged in this troubled world, lest the three religions of their three religions were gone.

Archmage Xuandu was stunned for a moment, then reached out and patted Ge Hong on the shoulder. He raised his hand in the air, and a token appeared in front of Ge Hong.

Looking at the dragon head above, Ge Hong was stunned.

"Master, what is this!?"

"This is a token of the Dragon Palace. Although the Dragon Palace is closed, it will never sit back and watch our three religions suffer. If you encounter difficulties, you can take this sign to Guanjiangkou. Yang Jian, the Holy Lord of the Dragon Palace, will be stationed at the Guanjiangkou."

"Where is Master going!?"

Ge Hong subconsciously noticed that something was not right. Why did the explanation of this matter feel like explaining the aftermath?

Upon hearing Ge Hong's inquiry, Master Xuandu smiled slightly, his eyes fell on the nine heavens, and he slowly said: "Go to heaven and talk to the saint."

After the words fell, the figure of the Xuandu Archmage gradually became illusory. Seeing this, Ge Hong knelt down on the ground and made a big salute. When he raised his head, the figure of the Xuandu Archmage had completely disappeared. Gone.

…

In Yuxu Palace, a green light flashed past, and Master Xuandu, who had returned from Luofu Mountain, appeared outside Yuxu Palace.

Outside the palace gate, the Antarctic Immortal in a blue robe stepped forward, saluted Master Xuandu, and said, "The saints are all in the palace."

Archmage Xuandu nodded slightly, then followed the Antarctic Immortal and entered the hall.

There were only four people in the main hall at this time, namely the saints of the three religions and Taoist Naduobao.

Three saints and three quasi-sages among the three religions are all here.

Seeing Master Xuandu arriving, Taishang Laojun seemed to know something and asked, "Is it done?"

Master Xuandu nodded slightly and said, "This disciple has handed over the Dragon Order to Ge Hong."