The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Tu Bo's face changed slightly, and he was about to take action, but found that Sun Wukong, who was sitting next to the chariot, had already made a move.

The peach core in his hand was ejected fiercely with his fingers, and a powerful cyclone spread on the side of the chariot.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and then a golden light was seen spreading out not far from the side of the chariot.

A smile appeared on Sun Wukong's face, and he chuckled: "It's fun."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tu Bo noticed that Sun Wukong's aura suddenly changed, and there was no trace of the previous looseness in his sharp eyes.

"It's the Ghost King..."

Tu Bo was about to issue a warning, but he found that Sun Wukong had been ejected instantly like a sharp arrow.

Tu Bo was a little surprised when he saw this scene. Doesn't Sun Wukong know that the Ghost King has the strength of Daluo Jinxian?

In Tu Bo's eyes, it is true that Sun Wukong is stunningly talented and extremely beautiful, but he has only been practicing for more than a hundred years. He is already grateful to God for being able to achieve the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

But in a flash, thinking about the tradition of Zhenhai Dragon Palace, it seems that this is not a problem.

While Tu Bo was thinking about it, there was another loud noise in the distance, and then he saw a large amount of smoke rising from the distance.

A golden light suddenly rushed out of the smoke and dispersed the smoke in the blink of an eye.

In mid-air, a man in long robes with a pale face stared at the rushing Sun Wukong with a sinister look on his face. The ghost energy on his body fluctuated, and he was astonishingly powerful as a ghost king.

Tu Bo frowned, and he had indeed guessed correctly. The ghost king who was attacking him was indeed Daluo Jinxian.

The fifth level of the underworld has not yet been breached, but chaos has emerged. You must know that ghost kings of this level should be the focus of cleanup.

But now it is definitely not that simple to attack one's own chariot with great fanfare.

After looking around, Tu Bo's eyes suddenly shrank, and as he watched the cold light in the distance disappear, alarm bells rang in his heart.

There is more than one ghost king! ?

As soon as this idea emerged, he saw an extremely powerful momentum spreading like a cyclone in a very far distance, followed by a wisp of cold light shooting towards Sun Wukong.

Tu Bo's face darkened when he saw this scene, and he stepped forward to stop it.

At this time, Sun Wukong had his back to the cold light, and it seemed that it was already a dead end. If he didn't take action, something big would happen to Sun Wukong.

With a flicker of his body, Tu Bo's figure turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Sun Wukong, trying to block the cold light.

But just when Tu Bo was flying halfway, Sun Wukong did suddenly change.

His body moved slightly, and several identical figures suddenly appeared around Sun Wukong.

"Clone!?"

Looking at this scene dumbfounded, Tu Bo's eyes were full of horror. Could this Sun Wukong be a quasi-sage? ?

What a joke! ?

At the moment when Tu Bo was stunned, the clone released by Sun Wukong had already faced the cold light that was shooting towards him.

Golden light flashed on Sun Wukong's palm, and then a formation condensed on his palm.

Seeing this scene, Tuber's expression suddenly changed and he exclaimed: "No!"

The sudden shot was obviously a magic weapon, not a magic weapon. Sun Wukong was defenseless, so he planned to catch the magic weapon with his bare hands, which was tantamount to seeking death.

But as soon as Tu Bo finished speaking, the formation in Sun Wukong's hand was already facing the magic weapon that was shooting towards him.

Tu Bo didn't even dare to open his eyes and take a look, for fear of seeing Sun Wukong seriously injured and falling to the ground.

The world seemed to become quiet. Countless golden streams of light on Sun Wukong's palm began to spread out in all directions, and the formation on the palm was blocking a long sword.

Slowly opening his eyes and taking a look, he found that Sun Wukong had actually taken down the magic weapon with his bare hands. Tu Bo couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

At this time, he only had one thought in his mind, how did Sun Wukong achieve this step?

While Tu Bo was horrified, Sun Wukong made another move.

The ghost king who had fought earlier suddenly came back to his senses. He didn't care how Sun Wukong caught the magic weapon. With a sway, a black light spread out from his hand, scattering the clones around Sun Wukong, and planned to get close to Sun Wukong. Say it again.

With a sudden movement of his feet, Sun Wukong's entire figure began to twist. The formation on his palm still controlled the magic weapon that had not lost its power, and he shot fiercely at the Ghost King who was rushing from behind.

"boom!"

Being hit hard by this magic weapon, the attacking ghost king was nailed to a mountain not far away by the long sword.

Sun Wukong ignored the other party, but focused his gaze on the place where the magic weapon had been shot from earlier.

"get out."

A faint voice sounded, but it seemed to penetrate the entire space. At an extremely far distance, a tall and strong man slowly stood up.

Looking at the figure that appeared, Tu Bo's expression suddenly changed.

"Go-getter!?"

Hearing the exclamation behind him, Sun Wukong turned back to look at Tu Bo and asked, "Do you know him?"

Tu Bo nodded, and then said: "To sum up, I still have some connections with your Dragon Palace."

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows, glanced at the strong man walking towards him in surprise, and asked: "What's the origin?"

"When Huang Long entered the world to overcome the tribulation, there were two sword-making masters in the world, and Gan Jiang was one of them. He had been pursuing the ultimate in sword-making, but he never entered the mysterious realm until the sword-controlling master Huang Long returned to his throne. This man has already Entered the Demonic Way of the Sword."

Glancing at the approaching general, Tu Bo frowned and said, "This man's soul has never been reincarnated since he returned to hell. After several conquests, he awakened his mind and was allowed to be free from then on."

"He has been in this fifth level of hell?"

Sun Wukong looked at the approaching general with interest and said, his eyes full of excitement, he seemed to be a master.

Tu Bo shook his head and said: "He is not in the fifth level, but in the Sword Demon Mountain in the 18th level."

"Did you break the great precept and enter the eighteenth level of the underworld?"

"He asked for it himself."

As he spoke, Tu Bo frowned slightly, apparently feeling that something was not right about this general appearing here.

As if he thought of something, Tu Bo suddenly turned his head and looked at the robed scholar who was nailed to the mountain at the moment, and his expression changed again.

"Mr. Down and Out!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless black lights suddenly emerged from the scholar who was being stared at on the mountain, and instantly turned into a mass of black water and flowed down the rocks.

But in the blink of an eye, there was only a lone sword stuck in the mountain.

A pair of slender hands grasped the hilt of the sword, and with a slight exertion, he pulled out the long sword.