The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Ao Fan withdrew his gaze from the dead Taiyi Zhenren and turned to look at Nezha and Yang Jian, who were already fighting in the sky.

Seeing that the power of the two of them was much stronger than before, the corners of their mouths could not help but raise slightly.

"It seems that Fuhai has put a lot of effort into Yang Jian."

Fairy Biyun on the side looked at Yang Jian and said with a smile, she naturally knew about Fu Hai's disciple Yang Jian in the Zhenhai Dragon Palace in the past.

It was said that he was the disciple of Fu Hai, but in the final analysis, the most famous generals and capable men in Zhenhai Dragon Palace had all taught Yang Jian, and it was common for him to give guidance on his cultivation.

This Yang Jian's killing power not only has the shadow of Fuhai, but also has the foundation to suppress the West Dragon Palace and the West General Ao Mo'ang.

Among the seven divine generals, everyone has given advice to Yang Jian, so outsiders know that Yang Jian is Fu Hai's disciple, but the people in Zhenhai Dragon Palace who know what happened know that Yang Jian is definitely not that simple.

At this time, it was just a move, and people with a keen eye discovered the clues.

Nezha exploded instantly due to the death of Master Taiyi. Although he was blessed with anger, his spiritual power was several times more than usual. If ordinary people encountered him, he would probably be torn into pieces by the spear in his hand in the blink of an eye. .

But at this time, Yang Jian blocked the opponent. Not only did he block him, he also forced Nezha to take a few steps back.

The three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand swung violently from top to bottom. Nezha couldn't dodge, so he could only put up the spear. But as soon as the spear was put up, Nezha felt his eyes blurred, and he flew backwards.

His chest was severely injured, and Nezha fell completely to the ground as soon as he lost his balance.

"Ahem~"

After coughing violently for a few times, Nezha barely stood up with his spear in hand. However, before he could stabilize his figure, a cold light shot out from the sky.

There was a loud "boom", and then he saw that the cold light was the three-pointed two-edged sword in Yang Jian's hand.

At the critical moment, Nezha raised his gun to block the three-pointed two-edged sword. His eyes roared with anger, but his face was extremely pale. He was almost injured again by the blow just now.

At this time, he felt the severe pain in his arm, and traces of blood seeped out from his arm. After Nezha took a look, his heart suddenly sank.

This three-pointed two-edged sword has been separated from Yang Jian's hands, but it can still have such power, shaking his own hands into this state, which is really something that he has never thought of.

"open!"

He heard Nezha roaring angrily, his arms suddenly thrust forward, and the spear retreated against the three-pointed two-edged sword.

Nezha looked at this scene with surprise in his eyes, and he was full of confusion. Why was the three-pointed two-edged sword in front of him still attached to his spear? Shouldn't it fly out upside down?

With a fierce look on his face, Nezha's spiritual power exploded again, but the three-pointed two-edged sword remained motionless, pressed against the spear in Nezha's hand, and he didn't even move back at this time.

At this moment, Yang Jian floated over, stepping on his three-pointed two-edged sword. When the blade was raised, a strange force instantly wrapped around the spear in Nezha's hand.

Feeling this kind of power, Nezha's expression suddenly changed, but before he had time to dispel the power, he noticed that his hands trembled and the entire spear flew out of his hand.

Nezha's expression changed drastically, and he turned around to retrieve his spear. It was just a beautiful thought, but Yang Jian would not give him such a chance.

Nezha felt a cold feeling on his back. He turned around quickly and saw the three-pointed, two-edged knife shooting straight at him.

On one side of his body, he narrowly escaped the blow. Nezha's expression suddenly became furious. He stretched his hands forward, and two fire pillars formed by the Samadhi True Fire shot straight towards Yang Jian.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian showed a sneer on his face, and a wall of water appeared out of thin air in front of him. The water and fire collided instantly, and a large amount of mist appeared in the air.

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned when they saw this. The water vapor filled the air, and they couldn't see the two fighting at this time.

Just when everyone was wondering, a red light suddenly flashed through the water mist, and a large amount of killing power spurted out.

Feeling the surge of power, everyone knew that the aura came from Yang Jian, but Nezha had never practiced this kind of technique.

A huge red ball appeared in the sky, driving aside the surrounding water vapor. Immediately afterwards, a figure flew out from the water vapor.

In the Chanjiao camp, Li Jing couldn't help but was stunned, and then his expression changed drastically. The person who flew out was none other than his son Nezha.

Seeing Nezha flying backwards without any intention of stopping, everyone in Chanjiao felt their hearts sink.

At this moment, a ray of light instantly protected Nezha, and then he flew in another direction in a flash.

Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes narrowed and he looked towards Nuwa Empress. He couldn't help but be stunned. The person who took action was actually Nuwa, which they didn't expect.

"I saw him captured and imprisoned in a secret realm to repent for a thousand years. Do you have any objections?"

When the voice came, Ao Fan couldn't help but shake his head and laugh. The situation was exactly as he thought. Empress Nuwa was still reluctant to let Nezha die.

Whether it is the reincarnation of his own spirit bead or not, he still needs to take some care into consideration, but it is just a Nezha and cannot change the world.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Nuwa Empress made a swipe in the air, and a crack instantly appeared in front of her, and then the unconscious Nezha in her hand was thrown into it.

"Someone has to pay him the retribution he deserves."

Just after Empress Nuwa finished all this, Master Tongtian suddenly spoke. Letting Nezha go does not mean that he will let others go.

After hearing this, Empress Nuwa's face remained as usual. She didn't seem surprised, but she focused her gaze on Li Jing.

Upon seeing this, the leader of Tongtian Cult also cast his gaze on Li Jing who was in the Chan Cult. His pointed look instantly changed the faces of everyone in the Chan Cult.

Yuanshi Tianzun's face was extremely ugly, and he said in a cold voice: "What do you mean by this!?"

"Pay off the debt." Leader Tongtian said coldly.

"You are not strict with your subordinates, you take advantage of your status to do evil, and you treat poor Taoist disciples like nothing. You should have expected this day!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the face of the Ran Deng Taoist next to Yuan Shi Tianzun changed, and he stood in front of Li Jing in a flash, looking at the Tongtian Cult Master and Nuwa Empress with cold eyes.

"Li Jing is Pindao's disciple. If you want to kill him, kill Pindao first."

Li Jing is a man of great luck. If he can't preserve it as much as possible, then Chanjiao will be completely defeated in today's battle. But the two saints were at odds with each other. Taoist Ran Deng was not sure whether he could block it.

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, a faint voice struck directly into the soul.

"roll!"