The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Blocked by the golden light, the thunder dissipated instantly that day.

Shi Hu, who was originally filled with fear, found that he was actually unscathed by the thunder. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then his whole body started to tremble with excitement.

"The Imperial Master will not deceive me!"

After roaring excitedly, Shi Hu pointed at Yang Jian and said with an extremely arrogant attitude: "Even if the sky is helping me, it doesn't matter that you are a god!"

Looking at the extremely arrogant Shi Hu, Yang Jian was slightly stunned, then shook his head and laughed.

"There really are some people who are not afraid of death."

When Shi Hu heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "You can't kill me! With the protection of the Western religion, so what if it's the Dragon Temple?"

"You can't kill me!"

"For all the people in the world, I am the true son of destiny, the son of destiny protected by heaven!"

Shi Hu's expression was extremely wild at this time, and his eyes were full of excitement. As for the ministers and generals behind him, they all bowed down and trembled under Shi Hu's power, and remained motionless.

Looking at this scene, Yang Jian smiled slightly and said, "Who said that this Holy Lord can't kill you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, and then a large number of lightning began to interweave, but in the blink of an eye, a huge magic circle appeared in the sky.

This time the magic circle is clearly visible to mortals.

The huge magic circle enveloped the entire Forbidden Palace, and an extremely depressing power emanated from that formation.

The ministers looked up to the sky in stunned silence, their eyes full of fear.

"This, this is!?"

"This, this is the sign of heaven! This, this is really an immortal!"

"I have never seen anything like this before. Only immortals can use it!"

The noise rang out, and I don't know who was the first to take the lead. They all knelt down on the ground and knelt down towards Yang Jian.

At this time, Shi Hu relied on the golden light on his body and felt that nothing in the world could hurt him, so he was naturally not afraid of Yang Jian's status as an immortal god.

But seeing the ministers behind him kneeling down to worship Yang Jian, he suddenly became furious.

"Get up! Since I am a god! Aren't you afraid of death when you kneel down to worship this person!?"

Roaring sounds were heard, but no one stood up, and they just kept bowing verbally. Shi Hu was furious when he saw this scene.

Taking a sudden step forward, Shi Hu reached out and planned to capture the nearest minister and kill him as a warning to others.

But before his hand touched that person, a bolt of lightning fell from the formation in the sky.

His body stiffened suddenly, and Shi Hu suddenly felt as if his back was being torn apart by life, and the pain was excruciating.

His eyes widened instantly, and he looked back at Yang Jian with some difficulty, his eyes full of disbelief.

I was actually hurt! ?

Even though he was protected by golden light, he was injured by this thunder! ?

At this time, Shi Hu could not see his back, but the severe pain made him understand that his injuries were definitely not minor.

After the officials behind him heard the thunder, they all looked up and found that the stone tiger's back was now covered in blood and flesh, and a faint golden thread appeared near the back.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, then took a step forward, and his figure instantly became illusory.

Before everyone could recover, a phantom separated from Yang Jian's body had already arrived behind Shi Hu.

"The Western Sect has really put a lot of effort into finding this heavenly vein for you, but it's just that you're entrusting it to someone else."

Yang Jian's sneer sounded behind him, and Shi Hu was shocked all over, his neck turned stiffly, and he planned to look back.

The next second, Shi Hu felt a sharp pain coming from his spine.

"cough!"

There was a violent cough, and Shi Hu felt as if his lungs were about to be coughed up. He shook his head with a mouth full of blood.

"no, do not want!"

Yang Jian's hand was already tightly grasping the golden thread on Shi Hu's spine, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his arm twitched sharply.

Countless blood spurted out, but Yang Jian's hand was not stained with any blood, but he held the golden thread tightly in his hand.

Shi Hu's body froze, and then he knelt down on the ground. After gasping for air, the divine light in his eyes slowly dimmed, and the golden light on his body disappeared instantly.

Yang Jian glanced coldly at Shi Hu, who was already lifeless, and then turned to look at the ministers.

With a cold snort, he disappeared into the forbidden palace in a flash.

After a while, until the formation slowly disappeared in the sky, the ministers dared to raise their heads and take a look.

Seeing that Yang Jian, who had shown great power before, had disappeared, he couldn't help but be stunned.

After a while, someone slowly stood up and walked towards Shi Hu cautiously.

Seeing that Shi Hu's face was pale at this time, he was lying motionless on the ground, and his back was even more bloody.

He tremblingly reached out and poked under his nose, and couldn't help but take a few steps back in shock.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty is dead!"

On that day, the Holy Lord Xian Sheng descended to Luoyang and struck down Emperor Zhao Shihu with thunder from the sky, destroying Jingtian Courtyard and quelling the resentment in the world.

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Netherworld, Netherworld Palace

Hou Tufan looked at the memorial in his hand, his eyes flickering with light, and even the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The uncle standing at the bottom had not seen such a smile on the empress's face for a while.

Tubo knew what was written in the memorial, but he just didn't understand why Dragon Palace was so fast.

After Ksitigarbha established Yama in the ten palaces of the underworld, in a very short period of time, three underworlds were attacked by the Dongyue Underworld, and none of the Yamas in the three underworlds escaped.

They were all attacked and killed by the underworld generals. Their methods could be described as quick and swift, without any mercy.

At this time, the memorial in the hands of the empress was presented by Emperor Dongyue Huang Feihu, and it was about the conquest of Yama in the fourth palace.

"Ryuugong is quite fast."

Putting down the memorial in his hand, Hou Tu said with a wry smile. Although his eyes were a little happy, they were more solemn.

Compared to Ksitigarbha, it seems that Dragon Palace is the biggest threat now, but he has no choice.

When Tu Bo heard this, he bowed and saluted and said: "Your Majesty, ever since the Dongyue Underworld began to conquer Netherworld, I have always regarded my Youdu Palace as the most respected one. This..."

"Say it, it doesn't matter."

Seeing that Tu Bo was hesitant in speaking, Hou Tu rubbed his eyebrows and spoke.

"If this continues like this, when the underworld is unified, will the Dragon King really be willing to hand over the Netherworld to the Empress?"

After hearing this, Hou Tu smiled slightly and said, "Although I can't defeat the Dragon King, the Dragon King is a saint of heaven, and he can still keep his word."

After saying that, Hou Tu sneered, and then said: "Also, don't you really think that the Dragon King cares about Netherworld?"

The Tubo was stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding the meaning of this sentence. After thinking about it for a while, he shook his head and said, "I am stupid, I hope your Majesty will make it clear."