The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

The treasure is solemn and powerful.

As soon as the dharma body behind Ksitigarbha appeared, an extremely powerful force spread.

The air wave opened up and pressed hard against the motionless Huang Long. It had the momentum to crush Huang Long to death with one move.

The faces of everyone watching the battle changed drastically as they looked at the soaring power of Ksitigarbha.

"Quasi Saint!?"

The expression on Cao Cao's face changed. This Ksitigarbha has not shown his level of cultivation in the many years he has been traveling in the underworld, and others are mostly guessing.

Judging from this, Ksitigarbha's true strength is already at the quasi-sage level, and if it is used with all its strength, it is actually close to the power of a saint.

Liu Bei turned his head and glanced at Cao Cao, his eyes full of solemnity.

This Ksitigarbha dared to reveal his level of cultivation at this time, so he must have something to rely on.

It's not too difficult to deal with a quasi-holy yellow dragon, but what if there are a few more?

For example, the two saints of the West have been silent. If I guessed correctly, these two people should be nearby.

With just a look, the two of them guessed what the other was thinking, and the power in their bodies began to slowly gather.

Regardless of whether they can win or not, they cannot let the Second Saint of the West take action in this battle.

The overwhelming power was pressing towards him, and a faint light appeared on Huang Long's body, as if he didn't care at all about the overwhelming power, and even his eyes slowly closed.

Seeing Huang Long's reaction, a cold light flashed in Jizo's eyes.

The momentum seemed to have condensed into countless sharp swords, stabbing towards the yellow dragon.

"Disperse!"

A sound like a bell was remembered, and the power that rushed towards Huanglong was momentarily stagnant, and then disappeared without a trace, like a breeze blowing by.

Ksitigarbha didn't seem surprised that his move was blocked by Huang Long. With a wave of his arm, the dharma body behind him suddenly raised its huge arm and swatted at Huang Long.

Seeing that the huge palm was about to press down, Huang Long suddenly opened his eyes, raised his arm, and poked the pressing palm with two fingers.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, followed by a large amount of spiritual energy spreading from between the two people.

Everyone looked at this scene in stunned silence. The huge palm was actually blocked by Huang Long's two fingers.

Ksitigarbha frowned, waved his arm again, and then pressed down. The palm of the dharma body formed a fist and pressed down again.

In just a moment, the power in Fa Shen's hand increased several times. Even Sun Wukong, who was far away from the battle, felt a powerful power.

Huang Long did not retract his fingers. Facing the huge fist, a smile appeared on his lips.

The sword intent on his body suddenly condensed, and a sharp sword condensed and took shape along Huang Long's arm.

Seeing the condensed sharp sword, Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, with a hint of surprise on his face.

"Moye!?"

This sword is ranked eighth in Senior Sister's famous sword manual. It is truly a famous sword of heaven.

This Moye sword was made by Huang Long himself back then. It is divided into two swords, divine and mortal. The one in Huang Long's hand is the divine sword, which is the divine sword used by immortals.

The Moye Sword was just a phantom, but its extremely powerful sword intent had already taken shape, and was no worse than a physical sword.

As soon as Mo Xie's sword appeared, the tip of the sword was pressed against his fist.

The sword force was thrust forward, and in the blink of an eye it broke through the golden light barrier on the surface of the dharma body. Huang Long waved his arm, and the sword force turned and slashed along the dharma body's arm.

The dharma body barrier was broken, and Ksitigarbha was shocked. The dharma body's arm quickly began to retract, but the speed of the sword was not slow.

Wherever the sword blade touched, the barriers on the dharma body's arms shattered.

Jizo frowned, never expecting that this small sword would pose such a big threat to him.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the dharma body behind Ji Zang suddenly stretched out an arm, opened his palm and grabbed the Moye sword.

As soon as his palm touched Mo Xie's sword, he found that the illusory-looking Mo Xie's sword instantly turned into a stream of light and scattered in all directions.

"S-Scattered!?"

Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief, wondering how the sword could do such a move. Even Sun Wukong was stunned and a little excited.

The scattered light quickly condensed in mid-air, but it turned into a completely different sword.

The sword's momentum changed instantly, and as soon as the sharp sword re-condensed in the sky appeared, it gave people an elusive sword intent.

The light sword shadow arrived in front of Ksitigarbha's body in the blink of an eye. Watching this scene, Ksitigarbha's heart instantly sank to the bottom.

The sword seems to be extremely thin, but it cannot be underestimated. This sword was also made by Huang Long back then, and it was named Chengying.

The sword had just come close to Jizo's dharma body, and before everyone could react, the sword intention, which was not so impressive at first, suddenly changed, and in the blink of an eye, an extremely strong sword intention spread out.

The sudden strong wind in mid-air seemed to completely tear Ksitigarbha's Dharma Body into pieces.

I saw the dharma body hiding behind the ground. The whole arm was raised involuntarily and was caught by the strong wind.

Countless sword shadows began to appear in the wind, but Ksitigarbha was already having difficulty retracting his arm, and his expression finally changed.

I am afraid that my Dharmakaya will be severely damaged!

Unwilling to sit still and wait for death, Jizo planned to forcefully pull his arm out, but the moment his spiritual power had just gathered, the strong wind began to slowly shrink.

"don't want!"

With a roar, Ksitigarbha suddenly felt that most of the spiritual energy in his body had been taken away. Looking at the dharma body, it had become much dimmer, and one arm was shattered in the blink of an eye.

The strong wind dissipated instantly, and the Shadow Bearing Sword returned to Huang Long's side in an instant.

A pair of eyes fell on the pale-faced Jizo, and Huang Long slowly said, "How is it? My swordsmanship."

Ksitigarbha, whose dharma body had been severely injured, raised his head and looked at Huang Long. Spiritual power surged through his body, and the dharma body that had dimmed a lot began to slowly recover.

A shining golden lotus slowly floated out from behind Ksitigarbha, and extremely pure spiritual power emanated from the golden lotus.

Seeing the golden lotus appear, Huang Long's eyes narrowed slightly, and then a look of disgust appeared on his face.

But the golden lotus looked extremely holy in the eyes of everyone. Cao Cao and others looked at the golden lotus with a look of confusion on their faces.

"Is this a magic weapon used by Western religions to transform people?"

Hearing this inquiry, Wei Qing nodded and said, "I have seen this object many times. The Lord of Yama Palace who was killed before also had this object in his hands."

"At first glance, I don't think it looks like anything, but when I take a closer look, I feel like something is wrong. Maybe it's because it's too pure."

After hearing this, everyone's hearts suddenly froze, and when they looked at the golden lotus, they seemed to feel that something was not right.

At this moment, Huang Long's voice came.

"When things go to extremes, they must be reversed. Haven't you heard of this in Western religions?"