The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

There were faint beads of sweat on Taoist Ran Deng's forehead at this time. It was obvious that he had just been frightened. There were still many holes in his Taoist robe. It was obvious that he had fought with Li Gen on the way here.

Seeing the thousands of fire crows re-formed by hitting the purple gold bowl, Taoist Ran Deng frowned.

Spreading his palms, the purple gold bowl that protected the people in the interpretation and education became smaller in an instant, and returned to the hands of Taoist Ran Deng. At this time, when the rescued members of the Chanjiao saw their senior brother coming, they immediately showed a relieved smile on their faces.

I saw the purple-gold alms bowl held by the Ran Deng Taoist in his hand, and then a huge suction force appeared in the sky, and most of the hovering fire crow was sucked away in an instant.

Seeing this, Luo Xuan quickly activated the Wancrow Pot, took back the remaining Fire Crows, and stared at Taoist Ran Deng opposite with a slightly cold expression.

At this moment, a cold light was projected from a distance. Taoist Ran Deng seemed to feel something, his face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly took back the purple gold alms bowl, but the speed was still a little slower.

A three-pronged steel fork appeared, it was the flying dragon fork in Li Gen's hand, and it landed heavily on the purple gold bowl.

"Dang~" sounded.

The purple gold bowl trembled suddenly, and the fire crow that had just been taken away was shaken out because of the violent vibration. Seeing this, Luo Xuan hurriedly took the fire crow away.

At this time, Taoist Ran Deng took the purple gold alms bowl back into his hand, and seeing a mark appear on the bottom of the alms bowl, his face turned dark immediately.

"Old man, use this broken bowl to frighten people again, and let this general see it, and I will smash your broken bowl."

A stream of light fell, and Li Gen suddenly appeared in front of everyone, his face was full of frost and he looked at Taoist Ran Deng opposite. Immediately after that, two beams of light also fell, and it was Fu Hai and Yu Yixian who were sent out by the Dragon King before.

Taoist Ran Deng looked at Li Gen with a face like the bottom of a pot. After receiving the news, he came out of Yuxu Palace. Unexpectedly, he unexpectedly bumped into Li Gen and Fu Hai on the way.

Li Gen had a disagreement and was about to attack him with a steel fork. He suddenly engaged in a battle. Taoist Ran Deng almost suffered a big loss. Li Gen poked several holes in his Taoist robe just by looking at him.

In desperation, he was anxious to save others, so he could only let Li Gen chase after him, leaving him in an unspeakable embarrassment.

At this moment, as long as he thinks about this matter, Daoist Burning Deng will burst into anger in his heart, and he can't wait to tear Li Gen's hand in front of him to relieve the resentment in his heart.

"Li Gen, I came all the way and ignored you, don't think that the poor can't beat you!"

Taoist Ran Deng looked at Li Gen fiercely at this time and said, the power on his body was also released. They seem to be ready to take action if they disagree.

"It's a joke, I'm afraid you won't succeed, just come here if you're brave enough!"

Li Gen sneered, and then his eyes fell on the other members of Chanjiao who were full of injuries. When he saw Master Yuding and others were also there, he immediately laughed out loud.

"Li Gen, why are you laughing!?"

When Master Yuding saw Li Gen seeing him, he started to laugh out loud, and couldn't help feeling angry, and asked in a cold voice.

"My cave is gone, so you're still here, so you're not worried?"

"What!?"

As soon as Li Gen finished speaking, everyone in the Chan Cult suddenly exclaimed. Master Yuding was the one whose cave had been destroyed the most among these people. When he suddenly heard the bad news, he swayed and almost fainted.

Li Gen sneered, set his eyes on Fear Liusun, and said with a smile: "You are so lucky that you didn't crush you to death."

"Li Gen! Don't be arrogant, the poor are not incompatible with you!"

At this time, Wei Liusun looked at Li Gen who was opposite him fiercely, gnashing his teeth in anger, wishing to eat his flesh and blood raw, but the current situation was not really an advantage for them to explain their teachings.

Burning Taoist listened to the constant abuse from his own side, and had already been disturbed by the noise. His face darkened, and he roared: "That's enough!"

Everyone in Chanjiao looked at Taoist Ran Deng with anger on his face in astonishment, and closed his mouth in an instant. At this time, the Antarctic Immortal, who was meditating cross-legged to heal his wounds, also opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at Ran Deng in astonishment. Deng Taoist, I don’t know what is going on.

Ignoring the eyes of his fellow disciples, Taoist Ran Deng cast his gaze on Zhenhai Dragon Palace. Looking at Master Huanglong who was protected by layers of protection, an indescribable meaning flashed in his eyes.

"What happened today all happened because of Zhenren Huanglong. This person is the Twelve Golden Immortals of my teaching. He has practiced in my sect for many years. What does he have to do with your Zhenhai Dragon Palace? Are you protecting him like this?"

Hearing Taoist Ran Deng staring at Master Huang Long with a frosty face at this time, Ping Tian frowned, and stepped forward to look at him.

"As far as I know, your junior brother Nanji Xianweng wants to kill the real person Huang Long. You said that Huang Long is still the one who teaches you. Is it possible that your teachings have the habit of killing fellow disciples?"

"Nonsense, how did I ever say that I wanted to kill Huanglong!? I was ordered by my master to bring him back to Yuxu Palace, and let the master tell me what to do!"

Hearing Ping Tian slandering him out of thin air, Nanji Xianweng's face darkened, and he roared angrily. Although his body was still injured, his power remained undiminished.

"It's a joke, take it back and send it away, is there still a living?" Ping Tian said sarcastically.

The Antarctic Immortal was about to retort, but when he saw Ran Deng Taoist wave his arm, he stopped what he was saying, looked at Ping Tian coldly and said: "General is not a member of the Explanation Teaching, how did you know that I would face Huang Long later?" A murderous hand? To say this, you have to produce supporting evidence."

"Evidence? Hehe, your junior brother looked at the Ten Thousand Dragons Card but his eyes all fell out. Do you think my Dragon King can't see your sinister intentions in teaching?"

Ping Tian snorted coldly, then cast a sarcastic glance at Nanji Xianweng, and said, "Are you the juniors who love me? In the words of the Dragon King, you are the magic weapon of the Dragon Clan in the hands of Huanglong. You are really good enough!" There are mean ones.”

After Pingtian pointed out his intentions, even if Rendeng Taoist was thick-skinned, he still turned slightly red, but fortunately it was not easy to detect.

At this time, among the eleven golden immortals of Chanjiao, when they heard Pingtian say this, they had different expressions on their faces. Many of them really thought that Huang Long had rebelled and would be taken back and punished.

Seeing that Rendeng Taoist was not talking, Pingtian sneered and said, "What? You're not talking anymore?"

"This is a matter for me to explain my teachings and has nothing to do with your Dragon Palace." Taoist Ran Deng said after a while.

"Don't use the Chan religion to suppress me, General. I, Zhenhai Dragon Palace, will not do this." Ping Tian waved his hand and said impatiently.

Daoist Ran Deng was also frowning at this time. Before he set off, the master had issued an order to try to get the ten thousand dragon card in his hand. Even if he didn't get it, then Daoist Huang Long couldn't let it go easily.

And now it is obvious that the Ten Thousand Dragon Cards are in the hands of Zhenhai Dragon Palace, maybe it is not in the hands of the Dragon King now. There is no need to think about the brand, so Huanglong Zhenren must not let it go.

Thinking of this, Taoist Ran Deng's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he looked at Master Huang Long among the crowd with cold eyes.