The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Seeing the mountain god's eyes fixed on Fei Hai, Yang Jian sneered. The people in this heaven were indeed as the master said. They didn't dare to take action even if there was a strong man in front of them. They were all good at bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. .

Raising the soul-splitting gun in his hand, Yang Jian pointed at the opponent from a distance and said, "Don't be afraid, your opponent is me today, and my master will not take action."

As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, a trace of satisfaction flashed in Fei Hai's eyes, and then he nodded and said, "My disciple is right. I will only watch the battle today and not take action. Please relax."

Seeing the master and disciple's words full of ridicule, the mountain god looked a little ugly and felt a little dissatisfied.

The Dragon Palace of Zhenhai relies on the powerful people in its palace, Ru Lin, and doesn't pay attention to immortal gods like them at all. There is no trace of the appearance of a subordinate of the Heavenly Palace.

He is now standing on the home court, with the power of the mountains behind him, and he is not without the power to fight against the people from Zhenhai Dragon Palace. Thinking of this, the mountain god looked at Yang Jian coldly, his body surged with divine power, as if he was going to fight Yang Jian.

"Keep your word, don't interfere with Fu Hai!"

The mountain god spoke in a very loud voice, but the tone was really harsh, which made Fei Hai smile in his heart, nodded in agreement, and then said with a sarcastic look: "I know, when did this general deceive Tiangong?" People naturally mean what they say.”

After receiving Fei Hai's confirmation, the mountain god's eyes flashed red, and then he waved one hand towards Taoshan, and a stream of light fell on Taoshan. The mountain was instantly covered with a layer of runes, and the power on Taoshan instantly increased. A lot.

Fei Hai was stunned when he saw this scene. This mountain god was planning to fight to the death, and actually imposed his own restrictions on Peach Mountain. If the opponent had not died here, it would be difficult to open the restrictions on Peach Mountain, let alone split the mountain to save his mother.

At this moment, Fu Hai took a few glances at the mountain god in front of him, it seems that there are quite a few bloody people in this Tiangong. It's just that it's useless to be bloody, you need to have strength.

At this time, the mountain god opened his hand, bursts of spiritual energy began to condense, and a large number of flying stones began to gather, and in a moment, a stone ax was formed. Although it was a stone axe, its power was not low. It was the power of a magic weapon of merit. It is obviously a weapon that only the first-rate immortals can have.

Yang Jian's eyes shrank when he saw this, and he was a little surprised. The mountain god couldn't see that there was still some way.

"Yang Jian, I am here to guard you by destiny. If you want to save your mother today, you have to kill me. But I think your cultivation is no different than a worm shaking a tree. If you understand the gap between you and me, you will still be able to save your mother." Retreat quickly."

You don't dare to kill. Not to mention Yang Jian's embarrassing identity, the Jade Emperor is his uncle, and behind him is Zhenhai Dragon Palace, who is said to be the most connected person under the law of heaven. Who dares to say no?

Therefore, the mountain god at this time is trying to scare people away, hoping that Yang Jian in front of him will retreat in the face of difficulties.

It was just the mountain god's operation, but Yang Jian didn't intend to appreciate it at all. Coldness flashed in his eyes and he said: "Nao Noisy, if you want to fight, don't fight, just talk nonsense."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yang Jian coming up with a gun in hand. The murderous aura overflowing from the soul-splitting gun in his hand made the facing mountain god suddenly change his expression, and he hurriedly raised his ax to hold the incoming soul-splitting gun.

Feeling the murderous aura impacting on his body, the mountain god couldn't help but feel frightened. He looked at Yang Jian in front of him with fear in his eyes, and he was a little puzzled. Where did Yang Jian get such a strong murderous aura at such a young age?

Although he was puzzled, the mountain god did not dare to be careless. He mobilized his spiritual power and planned to force Yang Jian back. But just halfway through, the soul-splitting gun pressing on his head was like a mountain, and a powerful force came from the top of the mountain god's head. came.

The mountain god suddenly turned pale with fright. Before he could react, he saw the soul-splitting gun in Yang Jian's hand pressing down. When he lost consciousness, he fell short and was crushed.

Before the fight officially started, he was overwhelmed by Yang Jian in front of him just by meeting him. Even the mountain god couldn't bear it no matter how good-tempered he was.

I thought that although I was a dignified Taiyi Golden Immortal, I was no better than those perverts from Zhenhai Dragon Palace, but I was still a Taiyi Golden Immortal. How had I ever suffered such a humiliation?

"drink!"

With a roar, the mountain god suddenly let out a loud roar, showing his might. A blue light flashed from the stone ax in his hand, and he jumped up suddenly, blocking the soul-breaking gun that was pressing on the top of his head.

Yang Jian's eyes shrank, and he hurriedly took a step back. I also had a new understanding of the power exerted by the mountain god in my heart. I don't intend to waste my energy on the other party right now.

I saw murderous aura surging from Yang Jian's body, pressing towards the mountain god again.

Seeing Yang Jian rushing up again for some reason, a cold light flashed in the mountain god's eyes, and then the stone ax in his hand suddenly swung out, and a cyan light blade struck towards Yang Jian.

Feeling the strong aura above the light blade, Yang Jian held the soul-splitting gun and cut out two light blades to stop him halfway. Didn't let it come near.

"You're quite capable, but I'm looking down on you."

When the mountain god saw that his move was blocked by Yang Jian, his heart suddenly trembled. He never expected that Yang Jian in front of him could block his move so easily.

His eyes fell on the soul-splitting gun in Yang Jian's hand, and the mountain god sneered: "It turns out to be an innate magic weapon, no wonder he dared to fight alone."

Looking at the soul-splitting gun in Yang Jian's hand, a trace of greed flashed in the eyes of the mountain god, and there was also a faint sense of injustice in his heart. This heavenly palace nominally rules the Dragon Palace, but it is not even as good as the Dragon Palace. The mountain god who thinks that he is the Taiyi Golden Immortal can't even He didn't even have an innate magic weapon, but the real immortal in Zhenhai Dragon Palace in front of him had an innate magic weapon in his hand. How could he be at peace?

If Fu Hai really didn't take action today, he could consider taking the innate magic weapon from Yang Jian's hand.

Thinking of this, the mountain god's eyes flashed with light, and when he saw that Yang Jian was no longer as cautious as before. On the contrary, his eyes were full of desire.

Yang Jian snorted coldly when he saw this. He naturally knew what the mountain god had planned. He was greedy and would not end well today.

I saw the divine power of the mountain god fluctuating at this moment. Within a moment, a large number of mountain rocks centered on Taoshan began to surge, and then they ascended to the sky one after another. Under the squeeze of spiritual power, they began to slowly gather together.

A hill slowly formed in the sky, and the mountain god was seen grabbing the mountain with one hand, staring at Yang Jian in front of him with cold eyes, and slightly raising the corners of his mouth. He was going to suppress Yang Jian at the foot of the mountain today.

Looking at the hill that appeared out of thin air, Yang Jian's eyes froze, and the spiritual energy on his body fluctuated, and he secretly made preparations. The hill in front of him should be the magical power of the mountain god, and it didn't look easy to deal with.

"It's not too late to beg for mercy now. Keep the magic weapon and I will let you go!"

When the mountain god saw that Yang Jian was on full alert at this time, he sneered in his heart. Sure enough, Yang Jian was scared. Thinking that the soul-splitting gun in Yang Jian's hand was about to be obtained, the mountain god couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Daydreaming, I'm afraid you've been hit on the head with a stone, but I want to see why you say such things so brazenly."

Yang Jian snorted coldly, then took the initiative to rush towards the mountain god with a soul-splitting gun in his hand.