The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Is it possible that Ao Fan inherited the Heavenly Way of Pangu?

But as soon as this idea emerged, everyone immediately denied it. If it was really as Nuwa said, who was the Ancestral Dragon back then?

Even if Ao Fan inherits the way of heaven, he should also inherit the way of heaven from Zulong.

Seeing everyone's reaction at this time, Empress Nuwa smiled bitterly and said, "Do you think any of you can inherit the Heavenly Way of the Great Sage Pangu?"

"Besides, the Ancestral Dragon's way of heaven is not different from that of Great Sage Pangu."

"The Ancestral Dragon was also a great help to the Great Sage Pangu in creating the world."

Hearing this, everyone frowned, and Taishang Laojun said: "This matter is of great importance. It is best not to jump to conclusions until the last step."

After Taishang Laojun finished speaking, everyone fell into silence, as if they were waiting for something.

Two rays of light, one golden and one purple, appeared in mid-air, and Ao Fan's figure and that of Daozu Hongjun appeared in a space surrounded by white light.

After Ao Fan glanced at it, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at Daozu Hongjun and sneered: "Can you change the place to block me?"

Taoist Hongjun slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on Ao Fan. The Holy Power of Heaven surged and he said, "Today, you have attained Heaven's Dao. If you don't mention that person, I'm afraid you will be able to leave today."

"Tell me! How could there be any Taoist tradition left in Pangu!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a roar in the space surrounded by white light, and even the dragon power in Ao Fan was affected.

Ao Fan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "It turns out that I'm afraid that others will hear me, so I'm trying to embarrass you."

Seeing the smile on Ao Fan's face, Taoist Hongjun's face turned slightly cold and he said in a cold voice: "I am not joking with you!"

"You actually came to ask one of my juniors about what you did? Did you ask the wrong person?"

After Ao Fan finished speaking, he saw a purple light shooting out from the white light, piercing Ao Fan's eyebrows. Just as the purple light appeared, a faint dark golden barrier spread out in front of Ao Fan.

As the purple light fell on the barrier, a ripple spread out in an instant. Ao Fan moved his fingers slightly, and countless golden threads rolled towards the purple light. Within a moment, the purple light disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Daozu Hongjun narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "As for genius, you are well-deserved. You have just mastered the power of heaven and you are able to do this. However, you did not break through that barrier after all. You are still Not a saint of heaven."

After all, he is a saint of heaven. He can see through Ao Fan's realm at a glance. However, Ao Fan did not panic at this time. He just smiled and shook his head and said: "Sooner or later, I will arrive at that realm. With one foot. Go in, and he goes in too.”

Ao Fan looked at Taoist Hongjun and sneered, then waved one hand to disperse the barrier in front of him, but Taoist Hongjun said: "Don't waste your efforts in vain. It doesn't matter if I tell you at this time. The Pangu Taoism no longer exists in the world, and not even the Ancestral Dragon Taoism remains.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Daozu Hongjun's face froze, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he said: "Impossible!"

"If there is no Taoism left, why did you attain Pangu's Taoism?"

Hearing what Taoist Hongjun said, Ao Fan sneered: "When did I say that the way of heaven I have attained is his Pangu tradition?"

"That orthodoxy belongs to me."

At this time, Ao Fan did not lie. The way of heaven he had attained had nothing to do with Pangu. It's just Hongjun's idea that his ancestors are in charge.

After all, in these hundreds of millions of years, the only Heavenly Dao he has ever seen is close to that of Pangu.

Thinking of this, Ao Fan suddenly sneered, slowly raised his hand, flicked his fingers, and a dark golden light condensed in front of him.

The dark golden light was only the size of a finger, but as soon as it appeared, a ray of holy power spread out, and actually faintly suppressed the holy power of Daozu Hongjun.

Looking at the dark golden light on Ao Fan's finger, Daozu Hongjun frowned slightly. Before he could understand what Ao Fan meant by doing this, he saw the dark golden light that appeared spread instantly when Ao Fan flicked his finger. Come on.

In just a moment, Ao Fan and Daozu Hongjun were surrounded by a semicircular barrier. Seeing the golden light flowing above his head, Daozu Hongjun's eyes suddenly shrank.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and saw a ball of golden light captured by Daozu Hongjun in his hand. Seeing the golden light in his hand, Hongjun was shocked all over.

"It's really different."

After whispering something, Taoist Hongjun didn't even realize that Zulong's Taoism was contained in it, and his eyes instantly became sharp.

Hongjun Taoist Ancestor stared at Ao Fan and said, "You don't even have the ancestral lineage of Zulong?"

"It was just your own thinking from the beginning. When did I say that I would inherit the Taoist lineage?" Ao Fan looked at Taoist Hongjun sarcastically.

There is no Zulong or Pangu behind Ao Fan, which means that the Ao Fan in front of him has reached this point on his own?

At this time, Daozu Hongjun naturally didn't know the weirdness in Ao Fan's body. After learning that there was no saint standing behind Ao Fan from beginning to end, Daozu Hongjun's mind sank to the bottom of his heart.

Daozu Hongjun has no intention of relaxing at all now. Instead, his expression becomes more solemn.

If without anyone's help, Ao Fan could reach the stage where he is now a half-step saint of Heavenly Dao, wouldn't it mean that he is the one valued by Heavenly Dao?

Thinking of this, Daozu Hongjun couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. It turned out that he was actually fighting against the way of heaven after fighting for a long time?

Looking at the appearance of Daozu Hongjun, Ao Fan frowned slightly, wondering what the other person was thinking at this time and was so fascinated. At this moment, the voice of Daozu Hongjun came over.

"The poor will not give in."

Hearing this, Ao Fan suddenly felt happy and said, "Let's give it a try over there."

As soon as he finished speaking, dark golden light surged from Ao Fan's body, while purple light also floated from Daozu Hongjun's body, and countless rays of light were released from both sides.

They collided together in just an instant, and as the waves of light collided, countless powers spread from between the two.

The two of them stood motionless in the middle, and in the spreading light, a little power of chaos began to slowly form.

As the power of chaos began to slowly amplify, more and more powerful power began to spread.

"Boom!" A brief loud noise sounded, and the newly formed power of chaos began to collapse and shrink rapidly, and then spread suddenly, Ao Fan and Taoist Hongjun were enveloped in it.

The space that shimmered with white light began to fall apart with the explosion, and the six saints standing in the chaotic space couldn't help but be stunned when they saw a vortex appear in each of the two completely different spaces.

Taishang Laojun seemed to feel something, his face suddenly darkened, and he said: "Let's go!"

As soon as the words fell, the six people gathered their spiritual power, and then opened a gap in the sky, and then turned into six rays of light and disappeared into the gap.

As soon as the six people left, the chaotic space of Ao Fan and Daozu Hongjun turned into a vortex and disappeared completely.