The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

"Boom" a loud noise.

A barrier in the sky fell instantly, covering the scattered ghostly energy again.

As the Netherworld Qi was enveloped again, the blue light began to shrink rapidly. In an instant, the Netherworld Qi shrunk into a fist-sized bead.

Watching this scene, Sun Wukong's face was full of curiosity and he asked: "Is this the end?"

Zhang Liao shook his head, and then said slowly: "No, this Netherworld Qi has only accumulated so much. The source of the leak has not been found, and there is still Netherworld Qi emanating."

As he said that, he saw that Liao Yuan pointing towards the valley. As expected, there was still a lot of netherworld energy left.

At this moment, the sound of rumbling carriages and horses suddenly came from the valley, which instantly attracted the attention of the three people.

Looking towards the valley, I saw several rays of green light flashing out in the dark valley, and then I saw several horses with green flames burning on their bodies pulling a large cart out.

Looking at the war horses, Huo Qubing narrowed his eyes slightly and chuckled: "Sure enough, they come from the netherworld. They even have green flame horses. I'm really looking down on this one."

The green flame horse is a strange beast unique to the Netherworld. It is extremely rare, even in the Netherworld. The chariot in front of you has six horses, which shows the grandeur of the other party.

Looking at this scene coldly, Huo Qubing waved his hand, and a spear appeared in the air. With a movement of Huo Qubing's wrist, the spear instantly sank in front of the green flame horse.

The sudden appearance of the spear caused the carriage to stop instantly. Huo Qubing said coldly: "Stop pretending, come out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was no reaction in the carriage, as if there was no one there.

But Zhang Liao and Huo Qubing still stared at the carriage motionless, and even Sun Wukong could feel the deathly aura permeating each other.

"Ahem~"

A light cough sounded, and Zhang Liao and others frowned, but they did not take action. They just stared at the opponent's carriage without moving.

"Is it possible that this young master will die even if he hides in the mortal world?"

"It's just greed. If you didn't covet scriptures, why would you be like this?"

Huo Qubing sneered, and then with a move of his wrist, he took back the spear he had fired earlier.

Looking at the carriage coldly, Huo Qubing pointed his spear at the carriage and said in a cold voice: "Who are you?"

"Poets are reciting by the Netherworld River, and puppets are accompanying them to control them."

"General, have you forgotten me so quickly?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Qubing's expression suddenly changed and he looked at the carriage with some surprise: "Young master?"

Hearing Huo Qubing reveal the identity of the other party, Zhang Liao's expression changed slightly, only Sun Wukong looked confused.

"What's the origin of this devilish young master?"

Zhang Liao frowned and said: "Thousands of miles away from the underworld, there is a palace located on the bank of the underworld. Among them is a master of Daluo Jinxian. He is a ghost cultivator. In the early years, he was called a poet by the riverside of the underworld. Later, there was a ghost master. "

"Very powerful?"

Zhang Liao shook his head, frowned and said, "This man has many tricks, but he was already killed by General Huo back then. Why is he here?"

Hearing that this man had been killed by Huo Qubing, Sun Wukong's expression suddenly changed and he said, "Then what is this thing here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain of the carriage was opened by an extremely pale hand, and then a thin man in black robes was seen walking out of the carriage.

The man just raised his head and saw that the man in black robe had half a mask on his face, covering half of his face. There was no spiritual energy fluctuation on his body, just like a corpse, even his breath was weak. , as if a single encounter could kill the other person.

Looking at the man who came out, Sun Wukong asked with some confusion: "Is this your Taoist Master?"

Zhang Liao nodded, then shook his head, obviously not knowing what to say.

"General Huo, are you surprised that the person who was supposed to die did not die?"

Mr. Gui said something, and Huo Qubing's brows furrowed even more tightly.

"You should have died back then!"

"Thank you for the fire. If it weren't for the fire, how could I escape?"

After saying that, Mr. Gui raised his hand and stroked the green flame horse. Huo Qubing was stunned for a moment.

"Did you escape with the Green Flame Horse?"

"There is a horse in the netherworld, named Green Flame. It can escape from the fire and its whereabouts are hard to find."

Hearing this, Huo Qubing's face darkened, and then he realized how the ghost master in front of him escaped.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Huo Qubing said in a cold voice: "If that's the case, then I'll kill you again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the spear in Huo Qubing's hand was thrown out, the tip of the spear flashed with cold light, and it was in front of Mr. Ghost in the blink of an eye.

The ghost master stood motionless, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised. A black light suddenly lit up in front of him, blocking the spear in the blink of an eye.

"Buzz~"

A low voice sounded, and light continued to spread from the tip of the gun. Huo Qubing, who was watching this scene, stepped forward, and the power on his body was instantly suppressed.

Suddenly feeling the pressure, Mr. Gui's expression changed. He obviously did not expect Huo Qubing to do this.

The next second, countless sharp thorns appeared behind Master Gui, shooting towards Huo Qubing with almost no pause.

The killing intent and aura that hit his face made Huo Qubing stagnate. A flash of white light on his body caused the sharp thorn to stop instantly.

"snort!"

Huo Qubing was heard snorting coldly, and then countless rays of light were released, eroding away the sharp thorns bit by bit.

The ghost master's face suddenly turned ugly.

He originally thought that after practicing for so many years, he could compete with Huo Qubing. Who knew that instead of being tied, he was now being beaten by the other side? This feeling really made him feel a little uncomfortable.

A cold light surged in his eyes, and the ghostly power in Mr. Gui's body suddenly became violent.

In the valley, countless boulders began to tremble slightly. The ghost master's eyes had turned pure black, as if he had no eyes, and he looked extremely terrifying.

A black light emitted from the back gradually condensed, forming the appearance of a small man, and then quickly turned into a stream of light and shot out.

The black light was seen steadily stopping in mid-air, and then countless boulders were seen rushing towards the black light.

Boulders kept colliding together, and in an instant, a huge stone man appeared behind Mr. Ghost.

I saw that the stone was actually being squeezed and shaped by countless huge rocks. After a while, I saw green light flickering in the gaps of the stone.