The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

"The Netherworld cannot stop the Dragon King."

A faint voice sounded, and Hou Tu's gaze fell on the top of his head, as if he could penetrate the netherworld.

"The Dragon King's goal is the endless air space, and the Netherworld is just his temporary place to stay."

Hearing this, Tu Bo subconsciously glanced at the top of his head, and the doubts in his expression became more and more serious.

After hesitating for a moment, Tu Bo bowed and said, "I am willing to follow Your Majesty all the time."

Hou Tu smiled slightly, raised his hand slightly, and countless purple streams of light gathered together.

Tu Bo was stunned for a moment, and then he found that the purple light in front of him was getting stronger and stronger, and a prehistoric aura emanated from the purple light.

When the purple light slowly shrank, a long knife appeared in front of Tu Bo.

"Empress?"

With a puzzled look on his face, Tu Bo stared blankly at the long knife in front of him, and couldn't help but feel stunned.

The long sword in front of me should be a magic weapon, but I have never seen it in the underworld.

The aura on it is also extremely strong, it should not be ordinary, but I have never seen the empress use this magic weapon.

"This is the magic weapon of the Netherworld."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tu Bo trembled all over. He stared at the long knife in stunned silence, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

"This, my natal magic weapon!?"

With eyes full of nostalgia, Hou Tu's gaze fell on the long knife, with a hint of memory on his smiling face.

"When I opened up this Netherworld, I accidentally discovered that there is a ray of innate energy in the Netherworld. It has nothing to do with the heavenly way guarded by the Heavenly Palace back then. It is a real and independent existence."

"This sword is called the Netherworld Sword, and it is made of the condensation of innate energy."

"I used this sword to open up this world, a total of eighteen layers of underworld. Since then, I have never used this thing."

As he spoke, the expression on Hou Tu's face did not change much, as if he was describing an extremely simple and insignificant matter.

Open up the Netherworld and explore the eighteen levels of the underworld.

Such a feat is not something that ordinary saints can easily accomplish. After all, although this move is not as good as the creation of the world, it is still extremely rare.

You must know that back then, the ninety-nine heavens in the sky were reluctantly opened by countless ancient sages and many saints.

But the empress opened up this underworld world by herself.

Watching this scene, Tu Bo was extremely excited.

The magic weapon of the underworld? This is equivalent to the existence of an innate treasure, and even when used at certain times and places, the power will be far greater than that of an innate treasure.

For example, if this magic weapon is used in the Netherworld, it will definitely be able to suppress other innate treasures.

Because this Netherworld is his home court!

While Tu Bo was excited, a trace of doubt gradually appeared on his face.

Well done, why did the empress take out this magic weapon?

With a look of confusion on his face, Tu Bo heard Hou Tu's explanation before he could ask.

"I have kept this thing hidden because there is no existence in the Netherworld worthy of using such a weapon."

Hou Tu raised his head, with a smile on his face, and said with a rare joke: "When the Dragon Emperor came here, I almost couldn't help but use this thing when compared to him."

The uncle was stunned for a moment, and immediately thought of why the empress didn't use it at that time.

Most of them are aware that using this thing will not have much effect, and they may completely turn against Zhenhai Dragon Palace.

Standing up slowly, Houtu walked slowly in front of the Netherworld Knife, stretched out his hand and stroked the blade, and then said: "This thing is used to cut off the Netherworld's cause and effect. I took it out this time to let you Give this thing to Huang Long."

"Sword Master!?"

Tu Bo looked at Hou Tu in surprise, with a trace of confusion on his face.

Well done, what are you doing giving this thing to the people from Zhenhai Dragon Palace?

Seeing Tu Bo's appearance, Hou Tu was not surprised. He just chuckled and said, "Ksitigarbha will definitely die in the hands of Huang Long. This matter is inevitable."

"But Ksitigarbha is the one who founded the Ten Palaces of Yama in the Netherworld after all. After the Ten Palaces of Yama are suppressed, Ksitigarbha will usher in his final battle."

"In this battle, it is not enough for Huang Long to just kill Ksitigarbha."

Hearing this, Tubo frowned suddenly. He seemed to understand something, but it seemed as if he didn't understand anything.

Looking at Hou Tu with a frown, Tu Bo seemed to realize that he had not caught that moment of connection.

"Taoism, as well as karma and luck."

Hou Tu's voice sounded, and Tu Bo was stunned for a moment. Then his eyes suddenly opened wide and he looked at Hou Tu Empress in disbelief. He opened his mouth, but found that he didn't know what to say.

What I can’t think of for a moment is luck!

Ksitigarbha conferred the title of Yama to the Ten Palaces at one time, in order to suppress the destiny of the underworld and use it for his Western religion.

Although Yama of the Three Halls has died now, it does not prevent him from using Western teachings to seize the luck of the underworld for his own use.

In addition, Western religions have continued to cultivate the underworld in recent years. This chaos in the world has made the orthodoxy more stable, and it does not look like a sign of defeat.

After hesitating for a moment, Tu Bo said, "Mother, although Dongyue's underworld has a strong military force, this Western religion may not be wiped out so easily."

"After all, there is more than just Ksitigarbha in this netherworld."

Hou Tu smiled slightly and said, "You mean Huang Long can't deal with Ksitigarbha?"

Tu Bo shook his head: "There is still no trace of the two saints in the west. I am afraid that the Dragon King is in seclusion in this underworld. Huang Long, a quasi-sage alone, still cannot deal with the three of them."

Tu Bo's worries are not unreasonable. After all, there has been no trace of the Second Saint of the West for a long time, and it is very likely that he is in the Netherworld.

Among the three people, two of them are saints, but Huang Long, the master of the sword, is only a quasi-sage.

After hearing Tu Bo's worries, Hou Tu was not angry. He just shook his head with a smile, and then said: "Be more confident and eliminate the possibility. The Second Saint of the West is in the Netherworld."

Tu Bo was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed drastically.

"Are they really in the underworld?"

"Not long after Ksitigarbha entered the Netherworld, the two Western Saints entered the Netherworld. No one in the world knows the traces of the two of them except the Saints."

Hearing this, Tu Bo frowned for a moment, and then said: "In that case, why would the Dragon King let the two of them stay in the netherworld?"

"You have to ask the Dragon King about this."

Hou Tu smiled slightly, his eyes full of smiles, but the coldness deep inside could not be concealed at all costs.

She didn't know why the Dragon King did this, but Ksitigarbha's death this time was definitely going to happen.

With a flash of light in his eyes, Hou Tu looked at Tu Bo with a smile and said, "Besides, who said Huang Long is only a quasi-sage?"