The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

"Zhenhai Dragon Palace is a place of reason. Right and wrong are clear. We can freely weigh in our hearts. We will never do anything unreasonable."

"Could it be that you think you are doing the right thing by getting involved with the power of the Human Emperor at this time?"

Huang Long glanced coldly at the people of Chanjiao, and then his eyes fell on Yuanshi Tianzun. A smile suddenly appeared on his face, and then said: "Do you think so? Yuanshi Tianzun?"

Looking at Huang Long coldly, Yuanshi Tianzun had thousands of ways to tear the Huang Long in front of him into pieces with his own hands, but he did not dare to gamble with his disciples.

Huang Long's sword is extremely fast. Except for a few people, no one is the enemy of Huang Long's men.

Before he dies, there will definitely be a bloody massacre of Chanjiao, so Yuanshi Tianzun is naturally a little wary.

Coupled with the Dragon King Ao Fan who was always willing to kill saints, Huang Long was like having a death-free gold medal hanging above his head.

After a while, Yuanshi Tianzun said: "I won't bother Zhenhai Dragon Palace about this matter. I will let Taoist Ran Deng take care of him."

As soon as he finished speaking, a smile suddenly appeared on Huang Long's expressionless face. After laughing softly, he said: "This is so simple, why make everyone tense."

As he spoke, the long sword in front of Huang Long gradually dissipated, and the sword power on his body also retreated. Yuanshi Tianzun snorted coldly and did not speak.

"If nothing happens, just leave."

When Huang Long heard what Yuanshi Tianzun said, he was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, nodded and said: "It's indeed okay. I hope Tianzun will remember what he just said. If I, Zhenhai Dragon Palace, find out that you have not explained your teachings, If Haosheng deals with the other party, we will still intervene. After all, although your face is great, you cannot use it again and again."

As he spoke, Huang Long seemed to feel that what he said was a bit presumptuous, and said with a smile: "This is what my Dragon King said."

When Yuanshi Tianzun heard this, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his heart was full of anger. He looked at Huang Long with eyes full of anger and said, "Are you questioning the saint's words?"

"Of course there is nothing wrong with the words of the saint, but it is not necessarily what the people below do." Huang Long said with a smile and shook his head.

Hearing Huang Long's words, everyone present, whether it was Yuanshi Tianzun or the disciples of the Chan Cult, looked at the smiling Huang Long with angry expressions.

How could Huang Long be allowed to practice his teachings with a thousand-year reputation? ?

At this time, Guangchengzi and Taoist Cihang also looked at Huang Long in confusion, wondering why this man became like this?

At the same time, the power of Yuanshi Tianzun condensed on his body, and the power of a saint like a mountain emanated from his body. Then they gathered towards the sky.

Although he is only a quasi-sage clone at the moment, he can still use the power of a saint. As soon as the power was condensed, it rolled towards the yellow dragon.

Feeling the mountain-like power, Huang Long looked up to the sky and saw countless powers gathering together, and the illusion of a huge mountain appeared in the sky.

Dots of golden light began to appear around him, and the changes on Huang Long's body immediately attracted the attention of many people.

While he was in a daze, a disciple of the Chan Cult suddenly found that the sword around his waist began to tremble slightly.

This sword is a common magic weapon used by the disciples of the Chan Sect. It is not a high-level magic weapon. It is an acquired magic weapon at most. At most, it is used for decoration. It is rare to use this sword.

But at this moment, the sword on the waist suddenly rose, and then began to tremble, as if it was stimulated by something, which made many people wonder what was going on.

"Ouch~!" sounded

When he was stunned, he saw the sound of the sword being unsheathed suddenly. The swords on everyone's waists shot out quickly, and then they rushed toward the sky.

The expressions of all the disciples of the Chan Cult changed at this time, and they looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

In the sky, a huge lightsaber began to emerge, and after the swords on his waist were unsheathed, they all gathered towards the lightsabers in the sky.

In just a moment, on top of the lightsabers in the sky, as the sharp swords gathered and merged, a huge long sword appeared in mid-air, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the illusion of a mountain in the sky.

"My sharp sword can cut through mountains and rivers."

The Huanglong was looking at the illusion of mountains in the sky, and after muttering something to himself, a sword intent was suddenly released from the sharp sword.

A sword force that swept across the world appeared on the sword, and the sword trembled, and then stabbed straight towards the fantasy in the sky.

There was a loud "boom", and the sharp sword was seen piercing the illusion of the mountain fiercely, and ripples suddenly appeared at the bottom of the illusion.

The harsh sound spread in the sky, and even Guangchengzi and others frowned when they heard the sound, obviously not accustomed to the sound.

Feeling the power of the long sword to cut through the illusion, Yuanshi Tianzun raised his eyebrows and looked at this scene in surprise.

"The sword is actually so powerful?"

With wonder in his heart, Yuanshi Tianzun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a sneer on his face. He was not only the power of a saint, but also the power of heaven in the illusion.

Although Huang Long's current sword is powerful, it cannot break the pressure of his own illusion as he has not yet proven the great path.

If this illusion could be used today to exchange for a shackle in Huang Long's heart, it wouldn't be a loss. At least it would be able to delay Huang Long's enlightenment.

If the shackles cannot be broken, Huanglong will not be able to achieve enlightenment.

Thinking of this, Yuanshi Tianzun showed a sneer on his face, as if he had seen Huang Long trapped by his inner demons.

The power of the mountain was still increasing and pressing down. The sword force used by Huang Long was not like before, splitting the illusion of the mountain above his head.

For a time, the spiritual power in Yuxu Palace raged, and the color of the heaven and earth changed.

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In the Zhenhai Dragon Palace, Dragon King Ao Fan quietly looked at the scene among the stone dragons. The light in his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Fairy Biyun, who was sitting aside, frowned slightly at this time and said, "That's how you look at it? If Huang Long is injured, can Yuanshi Tianzun let him go easily?"

"Yuanshi Tianzun dare not take action." Dragon King Ao Fan said calmly.

A smile appeared on Dragon King Ao Fan's lips, and he continued: "This matter will be of great benefit to Huang Long in condensing his sword will. It is his opportunity."

Fairy Biyun was stunned when she heard this, and then looked at the scene in the stone dragon with some surprise, feeling a little surprised in her heart.

Is it really necessary for Huang Long to condense his sword intention?

"Surviving life after death, under the current heaven, it is difficult for those in the quasi-sage realm to pose a threat to Huang Long. Only the pressure of the saint can put some pressure on Huang Long."

Speaking of this, Dragon King Ao Fan said with a smile: "With such power, it will definitely have a big impact on the surrounding areas. It is better to demolish his Yuxu Palace than to destroy my own Dragon Palace."

Looking at Dragon King Ao Fan with some speechlessness, Fairy Biyun really didn't know what to say. It was already this time, but she still didn't forget to do such things that benefited herself at the expense of others.

However, hearing what the Dragon King said, it seemed to make sense.