The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

"Breakthrough!?"

Looking back with confusion, Sun Wukong's face was full of surprise. He had just taken a step.

Just the next second, the expression on Sun Wukong's face changed.

wrong!

It seems that it is not as simple as taking a step!

Recalling the vision that happened just a moment ago in his mind, a look of surprise gradually appeared on Sun Wukong's face.

I am actually in an illusion! ?

But from the beginning to the end, Sun Wukong was not aware of it. If it weren't for the vision just now, he might not even know that he was in an illusion until now.

The light in his eyes flickered, and Sun Wukong looked up towards the sky. A golden light shot out from his body, but disappeared in the sky instantly.

His face suddenly changed, and Sun Wukong knew that the illusion he encountered was probably not that simple.

"There is no fluctuation at all. Who is behind this?"

The next second, I saw a soaring power sweeping across the water curtain cave, and a figure soared into the sky from the water curtain cave. It was Qitian who Sun Wukong taught the Eighty-nine Mysterious Techniques before.

Eyes slightly narrowed, Sun Wukong's face was full of surprise at this time. Qitian actually has the strength of Taiyi Golden Immortal. What is going on?

Although it was an illusion, the aura on Qitian's body was extremely real.

I saw Qitian jumping down from the sky, looking at Sun Wukong with excitement on his face, and said, "Thank you, Master, for teaching me the skills!"

"It took the disciple a hundred years to achieve this level of cultivation."

Hearing this, Sun Wukong was stunned. This step of his own will take a hundred years?

The surprised look in his eyes flashed away. Sun Wukong's eyes fell on Qi Tian, ​​and he nodded slightly and said: "Yes, you have to work harder. You are only as good as Taiyi Golden Immortal now."

Qi Tian followed Sun Wukong's teachings and nodded hurriedly after hearing these words.

"Disciple understands."

Sun Wukong glanced at Qi Tian, ​​and then said slowly: "Since you have made a breakthrough and have the method of cultivation, you will not stay here as a teacher. It will depend on your own actions in the future."

After saying that, he saw Sun Wukong turning around and preparing to leave. Qi Tian was slightly startled. Knowing that the time was up, he did not try to persuade him to stay. Instead, he knelt down on the ground and bowed respectfully three times and nine times until Sun Wukong's figure completely disappeared. .

After leaving Huaguo Mountain, Sun Wukong planned to find a way to escape from the illusion. However, after walking for an unknown distance, he found that the illusion was boundless, and his mind sank to the bottom for a while.

"Who on earth has such great ability to make the illusion so real?"

Full of doubts in his heart, Sun Wukong raised his head and looked up at the sky, planning to enter the Nine Heavens.

If even the heavenly palaces are exactly the same, doesn't it mean that there is some difference between the illusion and reality?

Thinking of this, I saw the golden light surging on Sun Wukong's body, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a stream of light and shot up to the nine heavens.

Above the heaven, spiritual energy filled the air, and while the palaces and pavilions were standing, the brilliant power of heaven radiated out, causing Sun Wukong to frown immediately.

When did heaven's luck become so strong?

With doubts in his heart, Sun Wukong jumped to the outside of the Nantian Gate. As soon as he landed outside the Nantian Gate, he saw countless heavenly soldiers and generals pointing their weapons at him.

"How presumptuous! Where did the evildoer come from in the Holy Land of Heavenly Palace?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Wukong saw a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he asked lightly: "I want to pay homage to Marshal Tianpeng."

"How presumptuous! Do you want to see the Marshal whenever you want?"

Seeing that the group of people in front of him didn't recognize him at all, a look of doubt flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes. After thinking for a while, he asked: "May I ask if the current Marshal Tianpeng is a member of the Dragon Clan?"

"Huh?" The leading guard looked at Sun Wukong like an idiot, his eyes full of disdain.

"Who are the dragons that can steal the position of Marshal Tianpeng?"

Hearing this, Sun Wukong's eyes suddenly turned cold. This illusion was completely different from the outside world.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong's spiritual power spread out, and countless rays of light spread out in an instant.

A circle of light swept out, overturning the heavenly soldiers and generals surrounding him in the blink of an eye.

"W-what are you going to do!?"

"kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of golden light shot out from Sun Wukong's hand, and then he saw that the golden light began to spread rapidly, pressing down towards the Nantian Gate like a big mountain.

The expressions of the heavenly soldiers and generals who fell to the ground and couldn't react for a while all changed.

This is the rhythm of killing everyone~

The next second, I saw the overwhelming golden light pressing down on the sky, followed by a loud noise.

The entire Nantianmen was shaken. Looking at the suppressed heavenly soldiers and generals, Sun Wukong snorted coldly and took one step to reach the heavenly palace in an instant.

The movement from Nantianmen naturally alarmed many people. Sun Wukong had just appeared in the Heavenly Palace, and the next second many immortals appeared around him.

Seeing Sun Wukong's fluctuating spiritual power, many immortals had doubts on their faces.

This demon has such a powerful spiritual power, but there is no demonic power floating around. Could it be that it is a spiritual fairy?

Glancing coldly at the immortals and gods, many of whom he did not recognize, Sun Wukong immediately felt his heart sink.

His eyes slowly closed, Sun Wukong was a little confused. What went wrong?

"Hey! Where did the evildoer come from and dare to cause trouble in the Heavenly Palace!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's eyes suddenly opened and he turned to look at the immortal god who had just spoken.

As soon as the spiritual power on his body changed, a very strong coercion pressed towards the immortal god.

"Longwei!?"

Their eyes were full of surprise, and all the gods were shocked, staring dumbfounded at the dragon power emanating from Sun Wukong.

Why does a monster, who is obviously not a dragon, exude such powerful dragon power?

I saw that Sun Wukong's eyes gradually turned golden, and the immortal god who was stared at froze in place for an instant, with a look of horror on his face.

"boom!"

A huge circle of light spread instantly, and all the gods took a step back, looking at Sun Wukong with horror on their faces.

The first few gods and gods were knocked out in an instant, but the power of Sun Wukong did not stop at all.

His eyes fell on Sun Wukong, and an old man walked out slowly, it was Taishang Laojun.

"Fellow Taoist, what exactly are you doing here in Heavenly Palace?"

Sun Wukong stared at the Supreme Lord, his face full of solemnity.

This illusion can even simulate the power of a saint. Who arranged the illusion of the magic circle?

Seeing that Sun Wukong remained silent, Taishang Laojun sighed softly, then waved one hand, and a Tai Chi diagram appeared in mid-air.

Without any pause, he saw Sun Wukong raise his hand with one hand, and a golden light spread quickly above his head.