The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

On the other side of the river, a golden flame was burning, and the flames soaring into the sky lasted for a long time. Even Sun Wukong and others did not know how long it lasted.

After knowing the last ray of golden words, the flame completely disappeared, and only the originally dark opposite bank could be seen, but now there was nothing.

The military formation, the masters and generals, all disappeared, they just disappeared completely.

Huo Qubing's face was full of surprise. Looking at the scene in front of him, he murmured: "Is this the end?"

Bai Qi nodded slightly, and then said: "What you see is reality, and it has completely disappeared."

After saying that, the two of them looked at Sun Wukong together, their expressions full of horror, and asked: "Have you known that this would be the case?"

Sun Wukong shook his head and said: "This is the move that the Dragon King planned to use on the Netherworld. It was only that Empress Houtu had no intention of being an enemy of the Dragon Palace, so she avoided such a disaster."

Hearing this, Huo Qubing felt a chill in his heart. According to the strength of the Nether World back then, this move was indeed the most effective method.

But in the end, the Dragon King didn't use it, which shows how powerful this move is.

"I just felt the power of merit from the burning flames. It couldn't be..."

Huo Qubing didn't ask the question, but he only said it halfway when he saw Sun Wukong nod his head, and then said: "You guessed it right, the flame can indeed burn the sins of cause and effect and turn them into the power of merit."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a faint golden light emerging from the black dragon in the sky. Then he saw the black dragon suddenly open its mouth, and then a radiant dragon ball slowly floated out.

Seeing the dragon ball, Sun Wukong and the other three were stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting to see such a scene.

His expression was full of surprise. After hesitating for a moment, Bai Qi asked: "Sun Wukong, have you seen this kind of dragon ball in the Dragon Palace?"

Sun Wukong shook his head blankly and murmured: "I've never seen it before, have you seen it?"

The dragon beads in front of them have no connection with the memories of the three of them. The dragon beads of the Dragon Clan mostly evolve according to the Five Elements. The only special thing is the Dragon Emperor's Dragon Ball. Although not many people have seen it, the Dragon Emperor himself said it. , is white.

White represents chaos, so the Dragon King's Dragon Ball should be the most special one among all dragons.

But the dragon ball in front of me is full of brilliance. There are actually five colors in it, which I have never seen before.

After a long time, as if he had thought of something, Huo Qubing on the side had a look of confusion on his face and said, "If I remember correctly, the power of merit is the five-color light evolved from the collection of the five elements."

"Could this black dragon's dragon ball be evolved by gathering the power of merit?"

Just after Huo Qubing finished speaking, he saw a colorful glow suddenly appear in the sky, and the extremely powerful power of merit slowly began to spread, covering an area of ​​a hundred miles in an instant.

Thinking of the previous fire, the three people instantly understood that this power of merit was probably derived from the army of the Demon Palace of Transformation at that time.

Looking at this scene in stunned silence, the next second he saw countless meritorious powers in the sky begin to rush towards the dragon beads spit out by the black dragon.

"Sure enough!" Huo Qubing's expression lit up, and he gradually became excited.

In the Dragon Palace, even Master Yujian, who is in charge of the Netherworld, is not a real being of the Netherworld, but only transforms all the spirits in the Netherworld.

But the black dragon in front of him was different. The temperament on his body was born for the Netherworld.

Reborn from the fire in the holy river, it was originally a dead thing. Now even if it is resurrected, it is a real dragon of the netherworld.

Looking at this appearance, it was obvious that he came here to seize the secrets of the Yama Realm, and he was well versed in the way of transformation. He knew that the Dragon Emperor would not be able to hand over the Yama Realm to the three religions easily. At the very least, he had to have an existence of the same level in charge.

And the black dragon in front of me is the perfect choice.

As Long Zhu kept swallowing, it took only a moment to collect all the power of merit.

The originally ordinary five-colored dragon ball now became extremely radiant.

The black dragon opened its mouth and swallowed the dragon ball in an instant.

As soon as the dragon ball returned to its position, the golden light on the black dragon's body gradually changed. A layer of multicolored light coated the dragon's body, making the black dragon look more majestic.

A pair of shining dragon eyes instantly fell on the three of them, and then they saw the black dragon's body swaying and instantly submerging into the holy river.

Seeing this scene, Sun Wukong and others came back to their senses instantly, looked at each other and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that the power of merit just now was too great, and now the black dragon has begun to slowly refine." Huo Qubing said.

The three of them looked up at the fireball in the sky, their brows furrowed together, obviously troubled as to how to deal with the Demon King in front of them.

After all, they are saints. Although they are trapped, the three of them know that this is temporary. What's more terrible is that they have no way to kill the saint.

There are only two situations in the world where a saint can be killed, one is by the Dragon King himself, and the other is by taking away his orthodoxy.

But no matter which one they can do, the Dragon King will never put all his energy on the Yama Realm, and the three of them cannot inherit the orthodoxy, so there is no way to kill the Yama King.

There are only two people who can take action, one is the black dragon in the holy river, and the other is Taiyi Tianzun.

Just when the three of them were in a dilemma, a ray of green light shot out from the sky and appeared in front of the three of them in an instant.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. The person who came was none other than Taiyi Tianzun.

Bai Qi glanced at Taiyi Tianzun, his expression flashed with light, and he cupped his hands and said, "Is Tianzun here for this Demon King of Hell?"

"Yes and no." Taiyi Tianzun said, then turned to look at the fireball in the sky.

"King Yama is the lord of saints. Unless the Dragon King kills him, others need to choose the right time."

"Besides, I can't kill him alone."

Hearing Taiyi Tianzun openly admit that he could not kill the other party, even Sun Wukong and others were a little surprised.

Then you are still coming?

Seemingly seeing the doubts in the hearts of the three of them, Taiyi Tianzun said: "The Yama Realm is divided into two, and Pindao and Black Dragon need to join forces to kill them."

"The three generals can leave here. There are still many remaining forces in the Yama world. Pindao will guard this fireball. When Yama breaks the seal, it will be the day he dies."

Bai Qi and the three of them looked at each other, thinking that the plan did not exceed their expectations. After silent exchanges, they saw the three of them cupping their hands and saying, "Then there is Lao Tianzun."

After saying that, they saw the three people turning around and leaving without any hesitation, as if they didn't care about anything at all.

Looking at the backs of the three people leaving, even Taiyi Tianzun himself had to admire how confident the people in Dragon Palace were.

Strength determines that Taiyi Tianzun does not dare to have any undue thoughts about this Yama King.

Thinking of this, Taiyi Tianzun gave a wry smile, then sat cross-legged on the ground and began to guard the seal quietly.