The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Seeing Sun Wukong's figure appearing above the Qitian Stick, Lord Netherworld was stunned for a moment, but his expression changed drastically the next second.

The ink-colored light surged from his body, and he planned to stop Sun Wukong's moves, but as soon as the power from his body surged out, he was locked by a gaze full of murderous intent.

Gritting his teeth and looking at Huang Long, Lord Netherworld knew that he could not take action.

If he took action forcefully, he would probably die faster than the big demon trapped in the battle.

At this time, Sun Wukong appeared above the Qitian Stick, with a smile on his lips. A small golden dragon condensed in the golden light on his hand, and a faint dragon's power emanated from the golden light.

"fall!"

The sound sounded, and Sun Wukong held golden light in his hand, and he stamped hard towards the Qitian Stick.

There was a loud noise of "Boom!"

I saw that the golden light on the Qitian Stick instantly became dazzling, and what followed was that the Qitian Stick sank suddenly.

"Click~"

There was a crisp sound, and the formation above the trapped demon was crushed to pieces by Sun Wukong with a small move.

The formation suddenly collapsed, which caught the big demon off guard. Before he could arrange a new formation, the extremely thick Heaven-Qiu stick above his head came down hard.

"Roar!"

The roar this time was no longer angry, but a sound that could only be produced under fear and pain.

The head that had just managed to get out was smashed back by the Qitian Stick. The speed was so fast and the method was so cruel that I had never seen a big monster trapped in a battle in his life.

After all, most people would be frightened when they saw his appearance, but the person in front of him really had no intention of doing so.

Several tentacles were hit by this heavy blow and flew into the air. Before they fell, several rays of cold light appeared out of thin air.

Countless blood spurted out instantly, and half of the tentacles were cut off.

Looking at this scene in stunned silence, even the Lord Netherworld felt chills all over his body.

He actually couldn't see Sun Wukong's action of drawing the sword. How did he do it?

While I was thinking about this matter, I saw that the Qitian Stick in Sun Wukong's hand was still huge. Just after it was smashed down, it was caught in his hand and smashed horizontally towards the ground.

"boom!"

This time, the vibrations of the ground were far more frequent than the previous appearance of the trapped demon. In just a moment, the entire underground trapped demon was knocked out.

Everyone who had never seen the appearance of a great demon trapped in a battle was dumbfounded.

That huge body has nine tentacles. Even its body shape is the same as the common squid king in the East China Sea. However, the huge body is covered with heavenly runes, which looks a little inexplicably terrifying. .

The two scarlet eyes were looking at Sun Wukong in the sky with fear.

"It really is a squid~"

Looking at the big monster in the battle that revealed its true form, Sun Wukong showed a smile on his face. Looking at the rock fire still stained on the opponent's body, he knew that this thing lived underground forever and did not need anything like water.

The huge body fell hard to the ground, and then he saw the nine broken tentacles rolling towards Sun Wukong.

"Oh, you don't overestimate your capabilities."

With a sarcastic smile, Sun Wukong advanced instead of retreating, holding the Sky-Qi stick that had returned to normal size and rushed towards the tentacle.

The stick was swung, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced through several tentacles, just like piercing a candied haws, and rushed toward the body of the trapped monster with several tentacles.

"Buzz!"

There was a loud noise, and countless heavenly runes were seen pouring out from the trapped demon's body, as if trying to stop Sun Wukong's attack.

Watching this scene, Sun Wukong smiled coldly, and stabbed the huge body with the Heaven-Qi stick in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, a stream of blood spurted out from the body. The seemingly indestructible rune of heaven was pierced by Sun Wukong, and not even the huge body of the trapped demon could stop it.

The huge body suddenly stiffened, and his eyes looked at Sun Wukong with disbelief, not understanding that his heavenly runes could be so fragile.

"How, how is it possible!?"

Lord Netherworld looked at this scene with a horrified expression, a chill surged in his heart, and he looked at Sun Wukong with a look of horror on his face.

Why is this trapped demon so fragile! ? What on earth did Sun Wukong do to him! ?

His eyes fell on the sky-high stick in Sun Wukong's hand, and he saw countless tiny runes slowly flowing on the stick.

As if he understood something, Lord Netherworld instantly understood the connection. The problem lies in the innate magic weapon in Sun Wukong's hand!

At this time, the demon power on the trapped demon quickly dissipated, and within a moment, it completely disappeared. Even its huge body slowly shrank.

Withdrawing his gaze from the already dead and trapped monster, Sun Wukong's eyes fell on the Netherworld God Lord who had been staring at him.

"You see, I'm useless. If you're brave enough, you can rush over and try."

Although the Lord Netherworld is not a quasi-sage, he is still a real Hunyuan Golden Immortal. How has he ever been insulted like this in the past ten thousand years?

The cold light on his face disappeared in a flash, and he looked at Sun Wukong and said coldly: "Suffer death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely powerful power emanated from Sun Wukong's body and rushed towards Sun Wukong.

Seeing the unarmed Lord Netherworld rushing towards him, Sun Wukong was slightly startled, but did not take back his weapon.

The man in front of him was famous for his many conspiracies, so it was better for him to be careful.

Seeing Lord Netherworld rushing toward him, a sneer appeared on his lips. The next second, he saw a sharp blade with a cold light appearing in Lord Netherworld's hand.

The sharp blade was pointed directly at his chest, causing Sun Wukong to retreat back, narrowly escaping this move.

Before he could react, he saw a cold blade appear on Netherworld God Lord's other hand. The opponent turned around and slashed at him again.

After taking a few steps back, Sun Wukong's eyes flashed coldly, he stepped forward, and with a dance of the sky-qiu stick in his hand, he swept the Nether God Lord into a state of transformation.

Then with a flick of his hand, a formation appeared at the feet of the Lord Netherworld.

He gently clenched his left hand into a fist, and countless golden lights lit up in the formation. In the blink of an eye, they condensed into several chains and rolled towards the Lord Netherworld.

But the moment the chain was formed, the Nether God Lord had already withdrawn from the formation and appeared hundreds of meters away from Sun Wukong.

Seeing the opponent move so quickly, Sun Wukong couldn't help but frown.

Just as he was about to step forward to engage in battle, Sun Wukong heard a sound of breaking through the air behind him.

He did not move to avoid it, because Sun Wukong knew whose hand the magic weapon that was shooting at came from.

Several sharp swords stuck to Sun Wukong's body and stabbed the Nether God Lord in the distance.