Samantabhadra is not weak in strength and is a quasi-sage. Although Zulong is arrogant and arrogant, it is not easy to win over Samantabhadra and he has to pay a price.
As Samantabhadra said just now, times have changed.
Yes!
Times have changed.
If it were still the ancient times, his ancestral dragon would indeed be invincible, but it is no longer the ancient times.
Times have changed now.
Samantabhadra escaped.
Zu Long turned around and looked at the people kneeling on the ground such as Ao Guang, bypassed them, and walked towards the throne above the Crystal Palace.
A sense of oppression spread out from Zulong's body, and the pressure on Ao Guang and others doubled. Ao Guang and others felt that the dragon blood in their bodies was being suppressed, and the blood boiled and expanded for no reason. p>
Ao Guang and others recalled the conversation between Zulong and Samantabhadra Bodhisattva just now, and a terrifying thought emerged in their minds.
"Could it be...Is he really Zulong?"
After all.
There is no one in the Dragon Clan whose bloodline is stronger than the bloodline of their Dragon King of the Four Seas. The bloodlines of those old guys in the Dragon Clan may not be as strong as theirs.
Being able to suppress them based on bloodline only shows that the opponent's dragon bloodline is very strong. As for how strong it is?
They don't know.
Zulong snorted coldly: "The face of the Dragon Clan has been completely ruined by you unfilial descendants."
"Once upon a time, the Dragon Clan was so powerful and the overlord of the ancient world. I didn't expect that this generation is not as good as the previous one. You have disappointed me!"
The performance of the three-realm dragons made De Zulong very unhappy. In his mind, Zulong even wanted to get rid of all these weak dragons.
Then...
He is re-creating a powerful dragon clan.
Yes...
Now is the time for him to employ people. What if he kills them all? Then he will have no one to use.
Garbage can also be sorted.
Zulong can only try his best to find some useful dragon garbage among this group of dragon garbage, and then recycle the waste.
…
"Ancestral Dragon?"
In heaven.
Haotian murmured, these six saints are all in the Zixiao Palace, and the changes in the three realms and the changes in the journey to the west are still continuing.
Whose handiwork is this?
Is it really the work of a saint?
But now...
The saints are all in the Zixiao Palace, and this ancestral dragon appears in the Three Realms again? Whose handiwork is this?
Is it possible...
With these changes in the three realms, could it be possible that another pair of invisible hands appeared in the calamity of Journey to the West?
…
In chaos.
Inside the Zixiao Palace.
Saints, you look at me and I look at you. Now they are all in the Zixiao Palace. What will happen if another ancestral dragon appears in the three realms?
Whose handiwork is this?
Saints, you looked at me, I looked at you, and finally my eyes fell on Master Tongtian, who looked at him with the eyes of all the saints.
Leader Tongtian: "Why are you all looking at me? I didn't create this Ancestral Dragon. I'm hiding in the Zixiao Palace just like you."
"Don't think about putting hats on my head!"
Tongtian Cult Leader was also frightened by the scene of Patriarch Hongjun giving a lecture, and he was deeply afraid that the blame would be placed on him, Tongtian Cult Leader.
He, the leader of the Tongtian cult, did not want to step into the path of Taishang, so he tried his best to explain.
…
Ancestor Hongjun did not speak. The Six Saints were all in the Zixiao Palace. Naturally, this ancestral dragon could not be the work of the Six Saints.
After all.
It is impossible for the Six Saints to have the strength to do something small under their noses. If this ancestral dragon is not the work of the Six Saints, it must be someone else.
Hongjun looked in the direction of the tunnel. If it wasn't the Six Saints, then whose handiwork was this ancestral dragon? Among the three realms, there is only one saint in the tunnel, and he is dead.
Hou Tu controls the tunnel, so Hou Tu naturally has the strength to copy an ancestral dragon. After all, the tunnel is not weaker than the heaven.
With his intervention, part of the authority of the tunnel fell into his hands, but almost most of the authority of the tunnel was in the hands of Hou Tu, the saint of the tunnel.
The tunnel is also the only existence in this world that can compete with the heaven.
If all this is Hou Tu's handiwork? Then things will be troublesome. After all, although the way of heaven is powerful, it cannot master the way of earth.
…
In the Spirit Mountain.
Samantabhadra is back.
Tell everything to Ran Deng, Maitreya.
Maitreya: "When did another ancestral dragon appear in these three realms? Can't we just stop for a while?"
"As a Buddhist, I just want to survive the journey to the west. Is it so difficult?" Maitreya couldn't help complaining in his heart. This kind of thing is just going down, and it's going up again and again.
One wave catches another.
Is it that difficult for Buddhism to prosper during the journey to the west? It’s so difficult!
"Sincerity?"
Ran Deng was also angry, why did he think that Buddhism was a soft persimmon, the kind that was easy to pinch? At the beginning of the Journey to the West, some strong men appeared inexplicably, and they rubbed the face of Buddhism on the ground.
Now everyone wants to bully Buddhism.
Another ancestral dragon appears?
Grass!
Are you really bullying them, don't they know that Zu Long has already fallen? Ran Deng is filled with anger.
Extremely angry.
"Sincerity, right?"
"You want sincerity?"
"Okay, a strong man above the quasi-sage of Buddhism will follow me to the East China Sea and tell Zulong what sincerity is?"
"The ancestral dragons have fallen for so many years, and now an ancestral dragon appears? You have bullied the Buddhist sect. I and the Buddhist sect will beat your ancestral dragon into an ancestral insect." Ran Deng was furious, with a bit of domineering air.
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…
Above the East China Sea.
Zulong sensed something a long time ago and appeared on the East China Sea in advance. He stood on the East China Sea with his arms in his arms, as if waiting for something.
When looking at the arrival of Ran Deng and other powerful Buddhists, Zulong said lightly: "The sincerity of this Buddhist sect is indeed good after bringing such people here!"
Ran Deng narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Zu Long and said: "You are Zu Long..."
Zulong took a step forward, and a terrible sense of oppression pressed towards Ran Deng, who took a few steps back.
Zulong: "I am Zulong..."
Very domineering, extremely domineering.
Ran Deng narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Zu Long, and murmured in his heart: "This guy is so powerful."
Ran Deng relies on the crowd, so what if he is really Zu Long? Zu Long was not a saint when he was alive.
Just a quasi-sage.
There are so many quasi-sages in Buddhism, so they are not afraid at all. Ran Deng said: "Are you the Zulong? Very good..."
"Tang Xuanzang is in your hands, right?"
Zu Long: "Yes, Tang Xuanzang is in my hands..."
Ran Deng: "I don't care whether you are an ancestral dragon or an ancestral insect. If you hand over Tang Xuanzang, we in Buddhism can treat it as if nothing happened."
"Otherwise, I might not be able to be kind today!"
Zu Long spread his hands, looking fearless, and said calmly: "There is no way to be kind, so let's fight!"
Roar...
After Zu Long finished speaking, a five-clawed golden dragon phantom roared out from behind him, and the sound exploded, like a thunderous explosion, echoing between heaven and earth.