The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

There was a layer of frost on Netherworld God Lord's face, and his expression looked extremely cold.

I actually made a miscalculation! ?

From the moment Mr. Luo Luo's natal candle was extinguished, an ominous premonition poured into his heart.

Tu Bo actually had the means to kill Mr. Luo Luo, so the general would probably be in trouble.

Although the general is not his subordinate, he is a key part of him. This person is the best to use against Huang Long.

But just now, I couldn't detect the aura of the general, so there was only one possibility, the general might be dead.

It’s not that I can’t accept these bad things, it’s the vision I just had that is fatal.

Someone actually became a saint! ?

You must know that in the Netherworld for thousands of years, there has only been one saint in the land. Now that someone has become a saint, doesn’t it mean that someone has confirmed the great way of the Netherworld?

In the eyes of Netherworld God Lord, there are only a few people who can successfully achieve enlightenment.

Huanglong, Ksitigarbha and Qinglian Cult Master.

As long as one of the three succeeds in attaining enlightenment, no more saints will be born in the Netherworld in the future.

As for himself, although he is an innate ghost in the Netherworld, he has no capital to become a saint.

Ksitigarbha is his only hope. If Ksitigarbha becomes a saint, he will be able to advance to the level of quasi-sage and escape from the shackles of this netherworld.

But the current situation seems to be definitely not Ksitigarbha becoming a saint.

Gritting his teeth, Lord Netherworld started to attack the Dongyue Underworld army that had gathered in the distance, eager to wipe it out with one move.

But just think about this kind of thing. I am no match for these armies.

His eyes fell on Huang Long behind the army, and when he saw that his aura was restrained, a faint power of heaven exuded, the Netherworld God Lord suddenly swayed.

"Huang Long! It's really you!"

"Of course I know very well what you are thinking about, so please don't have any wishful thinking."

After Huang Long exposed his little thoughts, Nether God Lord was not angry. He just looked at Huang Long coldly and said, "Do you think I can't kill you?"

"Back then, Hou Tudu almost died in my hands. You just became a saint. Who do you think you are?"

"I am the Sword Master."

His expression was slightly startled, and the Lord Netherworld felt that he seemed to be being played, with a cold expression on his face.

"Then give it a try!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lord Netherworld wave one hand, and the army behind him began to move slowly, pressing towards the army of Dongyue Hell.

Looking at the millions of so-called holy soldiers attacking, Wei Qing at the front of the military formation was as motionless as a mountain.

After a while, Wei Qing suddenly raised his hand when he saw that the army had marched halfway.

The war general behind him, Ma Chao, suddenly raised his arm, and then dropped it heavily. A black light lit up from the military formation and shot towards the pressing Western Saint soldiers.

Just one round of arrows took away the enemy troops at the front, and almost no one slipped through the net.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Lord Netherworld suddenly frowned, obviously he did not expect that the army of Dongyue Underworld was so powerful.

In a dazed moment, there was a cry of killing not far away.

Turning his head to look with a bit of surprise, he saw hundreds of thousands of war horses charging toward his own formation on one side of the formation.

"骠-riding-camp!"

Gritting his teeth, he watched the black cavalry begin to charge towards them. The Lord Netherworld just watched without making much movement.

Countless bloody lights burst out, and the hussars battalion had just begun to charge into the formation. In just a moment, they penetrated the millions of troops.

Even Wei Qing showed a hint of admiration for cutting up the army so quickly.

Huo Qubing really did not disappoint himself.

With the command flag raised in his hand, Zhang Fei stepped forward and shouted angrily. Behind him were hundreds of thousands of spearmen who raised their spears and pressed against the Western Cult army like a wave.

"control!"

Behind the military formation, Huang Zhong, who was dressed in battle armor, suddenly opened the Qiankun Bow in his hand, and the hundreds of thousands of string-controllers behind him did the same thing.

"put!"

After giving the order, a shower of arrows shot out from behind, heading towards the enemy's formation.

The sudden change made the Lord Netherworld gnash his teeth.

Western religions suffered a lot in the past hundred years before they proclaimed themselves gods. Almost all the famous mortal generals fell into the hands of the Dragon Palace. After that, all the gods were enshrined under the name of Dongyue Hell.

This military formation was used with great skill, and in the blink of an eye, most of his army was taken away.

The two armies were entangled at this time. In just half a stick of incense, more than half of their troops were lost. Even if the Lord Netherworld didn't care about this, he couldn't withstand such consumption.

Frowning at the anxious battlefield, a voice sounded from behind Lord Netherworld.

"Lord God, although there are ghosts in this military formation, they are still people from my Western religion. Such a waste..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the cold eyes of Lord Netherworld looking over.

"Inferno, you can say one more thing."

The cold eyes made Lie Yu tremble all over. After hesitating, he finally retreated.

Although I don't know where the problem lies, the Lord Netherworld still hasn't ordered to stop at this time, so something must have happened.

His eyes fell on the military formation. At this time, the army had been divided into several pieces. The shouts of killing continued to sound, and the smell of blood on the battlefield seemed to float over.

Watching this scene quietly, Wei Qing's brows suddenly frowned.

Everything went too smoothly, so smoothly that he felt a little inappropriate.

What this holy soldier of the Western religion did at this time, even sending him to death seemed to have little difference.

Thinking of this, Wei Qing turned his head and cast his gaze on Huang Long behind him: "Saint?"

Slowly opening his eyes, Huang Long glanced at Wei Qing and said, "Did you see it?"

"The holy soldiers of the Western religion seem to be dying."

After expressing his opinion, Wei Qing felt that there should be no problem with his idea, but he didn't know at this time that it was not too late to withdraw now.

After taking a look at the battlefield, Huang Long slowly said: "Retreat, you will hurt yourself for no reason."

Wei Qing's expression changed, and after nodding, he rode forward, condensed a ray of light in his hand, and struck it into the sky.

"boom!"

There was a sudden explosion, and the fighting underworld army seemed to have received some military order. The fighting stopped instantly and began to form formations and withdraw from the battlefield.

The army was like a tide, coming and retreating just as quickly, so much so that even Netherworld God Lord did not recover.

When he saw the army withdrawing, the Netherworld God Lord suddenly changed his expression, and his plan seemed to be seen! ?

How can this be?

With a look of horror on his face, before the Lord Netherworld could even think of the reason for his appearance, a laugh rang out in the sky.

"God Lord Netherworld, since you want all these people to die, I will reluctantly do you a favor."