The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

"There are four hundred and eighty views in the Southern Dynasty, and there are so many towers in the mist and rain."

Ao Fan, who was sitting on the cruise ship, put the glass of wine into his mouth and looked at the pavilions on the mountains along both sides of the lake with a sneer on his lips.

"There are constant wars in the north, and this Western religion has not even spared the land south of the Yangtze River."

However, in the eyes of mortals, Western religious views are extremely gorgeous, but in Ao Fan's eyes, they already have extremely weak luck.

Behind the seemingly prosperous scene, there are already signs of a break in luck.

Since his trip to the Dragon Palace, Ao Fan has been traveling in the south of the Yangtze River.

The chaos in the Northern and Southern Dynasties has shown signs of ending. Decades have passed since Xu Fu took action in the North and Emperor Wu destroyed the Western Sect.

The Northern Zhou Dynasty had replaced the Western Wei Dynasty, and Emperor Wu of Zhou Dynasty Yuwen Yong had ascended the throne.

The virtue of the Five Elements, which has been running for hundreds of years, has reached its final stage. It will only be when the world is unified that the virtue of the Five Elements will be completely settled.

Thinking of this, Ao Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

Ao Fan stood up and left the cruise ship before entering Jinling City.

Now that Xiao Liang is in power, the Liang Emperor Xiao Yan believes in Western religion, almost to the point of obsession.

Just thinking about this person bearing the blood of the dragon, Ao Fan always felt that something was not right.

Therefore, after Xiao Yan ascended the throne, he sent people to completely strip away the bloodline of the wandering dragon. This time he came to Jinling not just for a walk.

After taking a quick glance at the street, Ao Fan walked towards the depths of the city.

After a while, Ao Fan arrived outside a temple.

This is the Dragon Temple of Jinling City. Compared with the Western pavilions outside, it seems a bit shabby.

Ao Fan didn't care and walked in. No one had ever taken care of the dragon temple, it was all up to the common people themselves.

The unwritten rules that have been handed down since ancient times have not changed to this day.

But in the yard at this time, there was a middle-aged man dressed in black, holding a broom in his hand and constantly crossing the ground, as if he was sweeping.

Seeing Ao Fan walk in, the man was slightly startled, then clasped his hands together and slowly said, "Pilgrim, do you want to offer incense and worship?"

Hearing this, Ao Fan raised his eyebrows, nodded and said, "Are you the person in charge of this temple?"

The man smiled slightly and said, "A certain person is from the temple here."

"It's interesting. There are thousands of dragon temples in the world, but this is the first time I've heard of a temple blessing."

Ao Fan looked at the man who called himself Miao Zhu with curiosity, his eyes flashed, but he couldn't see it.

The man shook his head and explained: "Just because you haven't seen it before, doesn't mean you don't have it."

"Who gave you this temple blessing?" Ao Fan said with a smile.

"If you are sincere, you will naturally be informed by God. When I pray in this temple, no one will object."

Ao Fan sneered in his heart, listening to this, is he being ordered to do so?

After taking a look at the temple blessing, Ao Fan walked towards the main hall and saw that the main hall was spotlessly clean. Ao Fan was not surprised and just stood there quietly looking at the statue.

Miao Zhu, who had been standing outside the courtyard, couldn't help but frown when he saw Ao Fan standing still.

This man doesn't seem to be here to worship the Dragon God.

Ao Fan naturally would not pay homage to him, but his eyes fell on the dragon statue, but he was a little confused.

When did I hold the lotus platform in my hand?

The corners of Ao Fan's eyes twitched, and a dragon power surged out from under Ao Fan's feet, but the dragon power was restricted in the main hall.

Ao Fan couldn't help but look stunned, and a cold look flashed in Ao Fan's eyes.

Someone actually arranged a formation in his Dragon Temple! It’s still a formation that can limit the saint’s techniques!

This formation is extremely secretive, even a saint would not be able to detect it easily. Fortunately, Ao Fan is a saint of heaven, so he will naturally sense it.

Those who can use such means are by no means ordinary people.

This is the first time in thousands of years that Ao Fan has encountered such an interesting opponent. He who doesn't know is really not guilty.

Ao Fan sneered in his heart, looked back, and found that the Miao Zhu was walking towards him.

Before the man could speak, Ao Fan asked, "What's your name?"

The man was stunned for a moment and said, "I'm here, Mo Lian."

As soon as he finished speaking, a light flashed in Ao Fan's eyes, he looked at the man and said with a smile: "What a good name."

Mo Lian was full of confusion. She couldn't understand the person in front of her at all, and she always felt a little weird.

At this moment, Ao Fan's voice came over.

"How long have you been here?"

"One year."

Ao Fan smiled slightly and then asked: "Have any outsiders been to this Dragon Temple?"

Mo Lian raised her eyebrows and said, "Pilgrims have no intention of being respectful. It's better to leave as soon as possible, so as not to disturb the purity of the dragon's body."

Ao Fan secretly thought to himself, "Thank you, you faker, for being so dedicated as the temple blessing of his dragon temple."

Seeing that Ao Fan was still standing motionless, Mo Lian continued: "Pilgrim, our Dragon Temple does not like people who are sincere. Don't embarrass both of us."

After saying that, he made a gesture of invitation. Ao Fan was slightly startled that he was actually kicked out.

However, Ao Fan had some guesses about the identity of Mo Lian in front of him, so he didn't say much. He just nodded with a smile, turned around and left the Dragon Temple.

Arriving at the entrance of the Dragon Temple, Ao Fan suddenly stopped.

Mo Lian, who was about to close the door, was slightly startled, then frowned and wanted to say something, but heard Ao Fan say something.

"Tiao Zhu, it is rumored that there are eighteen levels of the underworld in the Netherworld. Why is there no God of the Netherworld in this dragon temple?"

As soon as the words fell, Mo Lian was stunned for a moment, and her face began to change instantly. She held the door handle tightly with stiff fingers and said nothing.

After Ao Fan finished speaking, he walked away without looking back, as if it was just a casual chat.

At this time, Ao Fan could see the other person's face without looking back, but what surprised Ao Fan was that there was no aura fluctuation on that person's body.

Whether it was a mortal or something else, Ao Fan became more and more interested.

Mo Lian, who was standing frozen at the door, didn't suddenly come back to her senses until Ao Fan disappeared into the alley.

Feeling the soaked back behind me, I felt a chill in my heart. For a long time, I didn't understand the meaning of Ao Fan's words just now.

The eighteen levels of underworld! ?

How did that person know just now?

And how did this person know about the relationship between Dongyue Underworld and Dragon Temple?

Subconsciously, Mo Lian turned around and glanced at the main hall behind her, and found that the dragon statue that had moved its hands and feet was actually staring at her with its dragon eyes.

After a little hesitation, Mo Lian quickly packed up and walked out of the city.

Ao Fan, who left a trace of his aura in the dragon temple, naturally knew about Mo Lian leaving the city, but he did not follow him to check.

Now he is very interested in the person who was tampering with the Dragon Temple without being noticed by the Dragon Palace.

After thinking for a moment, an unknown golden light flashed out of Ao Fan's hand, and then disappeared in his hand.