The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

The name was familiar. Fakong frowned, as if he was wondering where he had heard of Yang Jian's name.

The next second, Fa Kong's expression changed, and he stared at Yang Jian with a look of horror on his face, recalling what Yang Jian had just said in his mind.

"He can't stand my bow."

Like a bell that kept echoing in his mind, Fakong raised his palm with slight trembling, pointed at Yang Jian and said: "You, you are Yang Jian, one of the gods in the Dragon Palace!?"

There are very few revered gods in the Dragon Palace, most of them are warrior generals. Among them, there are ten revered gods, all of whom are masters of the Dragon Palace.

Except for some people who don't move around very often, the well-known people include Zhenren Du'e, Zhenren Luo Xuan, Beihai Aoshen, and the most prominent saint in front of them, Yang Jian.

This is a true god. After three great tribulations, he is a truly virtuous figure with a golden body and great success.

As for the person in the hall behind him, there is naturally no comparison.

At this moment, Fakong suddenly realized why he thought Yang Jian had deep luck. If Yang Jian didn't have deep luck, how could he carry the title of Dragon Palace God?

As if he had thought of something, Fakong hurriedly turned around and ran towards the backyard. An ominous premonition came to his mind. Fakong felt that today might be a big disaster for his Jingtian Academy.

Within a moment, a group of people from Wuyangyang rushed over, many of them holding weapons in their hands. After just a glance, they found that there was no spiritual power fluctuation on the opponent, and they were just mortals.

The old man in front walked with wind, and although there was no spiritual energy fluctuation in his body, it was just hidden, and Yang Jian couldn't detect it.

Hey, he is just a heavenly being, but the Western religion has a big heart.

With a sneer in his heart, Yang Jian looked at Fu Tucheng who was rushing towards him, and narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes full of coldness.

After stabilizing his body slightly and looking at Yang Jian across from him, Fu Tucheng suppressed the fear in his heart and asked in a deep voice: "Are you the Holy Lord Xian Sheng?"

Yang Jian sneered and waved one hand, and a dragon order appeared in the air.

Looking at the dragon order, Futucheng felt as if he had been hit hard, and his heart was filled with fear. He slowly bowed down, saluted Yang Jian, and said, "I don't know how many offences there are for the holy king to appear holy."

"Get up." Yang Jian remembered with a faint voice.

Fu Tucheng looked up at Yang Jian, clasped his hands and asked, "Why did the Holy Lord come here when he's not staying at Guanjiangkou?"

The Dragon Palace is closed, and Yang Jian is still running around, which is obviously inappropriate. Now that he appears in the Jingtian Courtyard again, it is obvious that the person who came here is not good. It would be better for him to send him away as soon as possible.

"There is no precedent for our Dragon Palace to report to the Western Sect. It is true that the Dragon Palace is closed, but it does not mean that I cannot walk in the world. After all, the Dragon Emperor has many things to do and has no time to pay attention to you."

"The Holy Lord can just tell you why you are here."

Listening to Yang Jian's words, you knew that the other party didn't just come and take a look and leave, it must be because of other things.

His eyes fell on Fu Tucheng, and Yang Jian sneered and asked, "Let me ask you, are you the one who advised Shi Hu to kill the Jin people?"

Fu Tucheng's body trembled, his face full of horror, and he stared at Yang Jian dumbfounded.

"Let me ask you again, when you watch the sky at night, are you the one who tells the story of the stone tiger killing Ran Min?"

Futucheng's body swayed and he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Fakong was holding him by his side, so he didn't fall, but his expression became extremely ugly.

"Do you know that the official roads in Chang'an and Luoyang are littered with corpses and have become a human hell, which is incompatible with your Jingtian Courtyard?"

"Jingtianyuan? Which piece of sky are you worshiping?"

Fu Tucheng's face was extremely ugly. He stared at Yang Jian and said, "Holy Lord! Your Dragon Palace has said not to interfere in this catastrophe, but the three religions have not said anything. Do you really want to intervene in your Dragon Palace!?"

"I, the Dragon Palace, will not sit back and watch the way of heaven fall by the wayside and all souls fall into evil ways. As for the three religions, that is not something I, the Dragon Palace, have to consider."

As he spoke, Yang Jian's eyes were filled with ice. He stared at Fu Tucheng and said, "Your Western religion has crossed the line. The way of heaven is filthy, and it is necessary to eliminate the filth."

As soon as he finished speaking, a formation formed on Yang Jian's hand. With a movement of his wrist, the formation was thrown into the sky.

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and then a huge formation appeared in the sky, covering the entire Jingtian Courtyard.

The disciples in Jingtian Court had never seen such a method before. When the strange phenomena in the sky first appeared, many of them were so frightened that they fell to the ground.

After doing all this, Yang Jian looked at Fu Tucheng coldly and said: "The saint implements the way of alternation of the five elements so that all people in the world can have stability in the future, but you, the Western religion, actually want to cause chaos for your own selfish desires. The direction of heaven, not to mention wanton killing, actually tried to change the rules set by the saints, do you know how to write the word "death"?

A sharp blade formed in Yang Jian's hand, and the blade was pointed directly at Futucheng, and an extremely powerful killing intent instantly locked onto Futucheng.

Looking at Yang Jian, Fu Tucheng suddenly trembled and took a step back involuntarily.

"You, you want to kill me!?"

"Do you think I am here just for fun?"

Yang Jian sneered, moved his palm forward, and the sharp blade instantly pierced Futucheng.

Seeing Yang Jian perform his killing move, Fu Tucheng knew that he was no match for Yang Jian, but he was unwilling to sit back and wait for death. A burst of golden light surged out of his body, and then an illusive golden lotus emerged from his head.

Countless golden lights enveloped Futucheng, trying to block the sharp blade.

But the next second, the golden light on Fu Tucheng's body had no effect on Yang Jian. As soon as the sharp blade came into contact, it passed through his body and directly penetrated Fu Tucheng's body.

The golden lotus on top of his head was covered with cracks in the blink of an eye. Futucheng's body swayed and he slowly fell backwards.

The golden lotus exploded instantly, and then the golden lotus was broken into countless pieces and dissipated.

Yang Jian never glanced at him from beginning to end. After killing Futucheng, he only glanced at the Western disciple who fell on the ground tremblingly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Cutting off the roots, he didn't want to see Fu Tucheng's disciples walking around the world again in the future.

With a surge of spiritual power in his body, there were bursts of thunder in the sky, and the thunder shocked the people in the capital, even Shi Hu in the palace was no exception.

An extremely thick bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck hard on the main hall of Jingtianyuan.

Golden light suddenly surged on the statue of Venerable Pudu, trying to block the thunder. However, this thunder was not an ordinary thunder, but a spell summoned by Yang Jian.

Seeing that the statue of Lord Pudu was still trying to struggle, Yang Jian showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth. The heavenly eye on his forehead just opened a gap slightly, and the endless power of heaven descended from the sky and crushed directly towards Lord Pudu.

The powerful power instantly broke the golden body on the statue, and then you saw that the statue was covered with cracks.

With a loud "boom", another bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck hard on the statue. The statue of Venerable Pudu instantly shattered into pieces.

After giving him a cold look, Yang Jian turned around and left, ignoring everything in Jingtian Courtyard.

The sins here will be washed away by thunder.

Thunder light fell from the sky one after another like falling rain. Mortals could not see the formation in the sky, but they could see thunder light falling from the sky continuously.

It's like a scene of divine punishment that no one has ever seen in this life.

Yang Jian, the instigator, was walking slowly towards the palace, where there was another person waiting for him to deal with.