Prison Dragon

Chapter 172

In the glittering and translucent room, the giant ice stood quietly. Yang You immediately felt regret when his foot landed. Rao, he had made a lot of mental preparations for himself before he came in, but when he was on the ground again, the almost real fear instantly followed. The spine rushes up the brain.

Calm down, he forcibly suppressed his urge to retreat. After taking a few deep breaths, his clattering heart finally calmed down, and his tense muscles also relaxed.

The heartbeat was transmitted from the blood vessels to the ears along with the breathing. He raised his sleeves, pointed the blade at the skin of his left arm, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Blood flowed down his fair skin, splashing patterns on the ice.

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Emperors, generals and generals, ordinary civilians, although they all died of loess, but the way of death was different.

He was an orphan in a famine year, his limbs were broken and he was boiled in a pot.

He is a shameless child molester of a wealthy family. He was tortured by gangsters on the bed, and was finally pierced by a wooden stick from the mouth of the valley to his throat.

He was a gangster leader who was beaten to death by the people, and an ordinary farmer who was trampled by bandits and horseshoes.

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The difference between life and death is so slight that Yang You can't tell the difference in the illusion. Whether it is Yang You who had a fantasy dream of death, or the living beings who appeared on the verge of death called "Yang You" hallucinations.

Finally, once he woke up and no longer died immediately, he could act normally, although he still could only recall the taste of death at first.

He was lying under the deep black bed curtain, leaning on his warm body on his chest, and the fragrance of a woman penetrated into his nostrils.

"Yang Yan!"

An overly pale hand lifted the curtain, Yang Yan subconsciously covered the person with the quilt, and cursed: "Ao Chen! You don't have fucking eyes?"

Ao Chen poked his head in and took a look, then exited expressionlessly, and restored the curtain, "I don't have eyes, you continue."

Yang Yan's sleepiness was disturbed by him, and he sat up angrily, waking Yu Ji up by the way.

She smiled and helped Yang Yan get dressed, "Dragon God is here?"

Yang Yan nodded with a dark face, and he walked out the door. Early in the morning, Ao Chen and Yang Hu were squatting in the corner and muttering.

Yang Hu took a steamed bun, crushed it and scattered it on the ground, watching the ants line up and transport the steamed buns to the crevices of the steps.

The morning breeze was a little cold, Yang Hu sneezed, Ao Chen took off his coat embroidered with dragon patterns and put it on him, stood up and said to Yang Yan: "Your brother summoned that Taoist priest again, this time he brought people I went out and said I was looking for the descendants of some immortal master, but they didn't find it, and instead burned someone else's Taoist temple."

"I know," Yang Yan said with a frown, "I have persuaded His Majesty many times about this matter, let him stay away from those alchemists. Since ancient times, emperors who seek immortality and medicine have never had a good end."

Yang Yan walked over and hugged Yang Hu in his arms, and kissed his little face, "Someone asked you to advise His Majesty?"

Ao Chen nodded, "The prime minister asked me to say that he probably thought that I was also a warlock next to your majesty, so I could help him escape from Mr. Nanhua's bewitchment."

He smiled sarcastically, "I won't persuade him. If he wants to ask for longevity, he asks for it. What does it have to do with me?"

Yang Yan sighed, and persuaded: "Your Majesty, he may not be grateful for the friendship between you and him in conspiring with the world. It's just that you didn't communicate well to get to where you are today."

"Don't say good things for your brother," Ao Chen waved his hand, "I will never give what he wants. Recently I heard that there are monsters in the Western Regions, so I'm going to see them. It's still the same. Just pray for Dragon Scale."

Ao Chen was about to leave, but finally he turned around and said, "Don't keep enshrining my scales in the ancestral hall, making me look like your ancestor."

Yang Yan smiled, and watched him transform into a black dragon, disappearing into the clouds at a speed that his eyes couldn't catch.

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"Imperial brother, I haven't seen you for a long time." Yang Shuo chose a sunny afternoon to visit Han Wangfu.

"My brother misses His Majesty very much." Yang Yan bent down and saluted with his family.

In fact, Yang Shuo began to reject these veterans very early on, and has been neglecting them for a long time.

Yang Shuo took Yang Yan's hand, and the two of them walked alone in the back garden of Prince Han's Mansion. He said with emotion: "As soon as this person gets old, it is easy to think of old things. Recently, I often dream of you and my brother, and Ao Chen The scene of hunting in the south of the Yangtze River. I often think of those old brothers who have walked along the way. Now things have changed, and we are the only two little old men who rely on each other."

Speaking of those brothers, Yang Yan couldn't help lowering his head, Yang Shuo patted him on the shoulder, "Call Ao Chen back, I know that only you can find him. The temple has been built, let him come and see. I'm old too, and I want to reconcile with my old friends."

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"I'll fight him later, don't stop me!"

Yang Yan bent over laughing on the horse, "If you want to clean up people, who can stop you?"

Ao Chen was sitting on the horse. The horse was afraid of his power, and its hooves trembled a little. "Why is my temple built next to Yang Shuo's grave?"

Grave...Yang Yan's face twitched, "The vicinity of the imperial mausoleum is a place of geomantic omen, and it is also the place where the dragon's veins guard the country. You took advantage and picked and picked."

The two rode their horses all the way to the temple.

This is a very magnificent building complex. The black rubble seems to have absorbed all the sunlight, and the huge building casts a shadow on the ground that blocks the sky and the sun.

Yang Yan said proudly, "This is what I discussed with the emperor for a long time. You can directly use the dragon body to fly to the temple and lie down without turning into a human form."

Ao Chen's face was cold, but Yang Yan knew that he was still a little happy in his heart, otherwise there would not be a slight dimple at the corner of his mouth.

"Why don't you lead the way?" Ao Chen raised his eyebrows and ordered.

"Okay!" Yang Yan walked in front of him like a dog, and led him into the temple.

Walking along the way, passing through the relief paintings and the corridors filled with murals, they came to a palace that was so spacious that it could not be described in words.

Ao Chen got excited, turned into a black dragon and coiled up inside, with the dragon's horn touching the golden dragon statue on the zenith.

Yang Shuo took Mr. Nanhua to stand in a room behind the main hall, where Ao Chen's portrait was placed.He waved at Yang Yan.

Yang Yan walked over and stood side by side with him, admiring the strong body of the black dragon scale armor with admiring eyes, it really deserves to be the symbol of the emperor.

Yang Yan couldn't help being amazed every time he saw Ao Chen Hualong.

Ao Chen found the emperor, and turned into a human form with some displeasure, standing in the center of the hall and looking at Yang Shuo.

"You are finally here." Yang Shuo's voice collided with the four walls of the hall, echoing strangely.

"Do you still want me to give you longevity?" Ao Chen asked.

"No." Yang Shuo put his hands behind his back and raised his chin slightly. He declared proudly and conceitedly: "I have been implementing a principle all my life. What others give is not reliable. Everything must be in my own hands." .”

Yang Yan felt something was wrong, and frowned, "Your Majesty..."

Yang Shuo signaled him not to interrupt with his eyes, "Ao Chen, I really want to have your power and everything about you, but unfortunately I can't."

A golden rune lit up under Ao Chen's feet, and his natural intuition told him that this place was dangerous, and he had to get out immediately.

"It's late." Mr. Nan Hua smiled and opened his hands. His fingertips released golden lines. For a moment, golden light appeared in every corner of the entire hall from top to bottom.

"But I can make the Qi Kingdom last forever, and my will will be passed on forever on the throne!" Yang Shuo opened his arms and laughed with his face up.

Following the movement of Mr. Nan Hua's fingertips, the golden light gradually condensed into a solid body, forming a cage that kept approaching Ao Chen.Ao Chen tried to condense the spell, but found that the formation blocked his perception of spiritual energy.

Impossible, an unbelievable character appeared on his face, how could a mortal do such a thing?

Without the support of spells, he still has a strong physical body. Ao Chen made a quick decision, turned into a dragon shape, and kept hitting the wall made of golden light.

"Your Majesty! What do you want to do?" Yang Yan yelled and grabbed Yang Shuo's lapel.

"Of course I used the body of the god for my own use. Brother Yan, I and Mr. Nanhua repaired the last few pages of the ancestral home and found a way to change the luck. As long as you control Ao Chen, you can keep his dragon energy flowing Lead it into the dragon veins of Qi State, bless the peace of the world, and the continuity of Qi State."

Yang Yan was stunned.

Yang Shuo stretched out his hand to him, as if wanting to complete a celebratory hug with him. "Brother Yan, what a great thing this is. From ancient times to the present, which dynasty did not flourish and decline, but after today, Qi will never be destroyed!"

"You...you..." Yang Yan could not utter a word with trembling lips, his knuckles turned white, as if he would jump up and beat the emperor violently in the next moment.

He endured it for a long time, and finally threw Yang Shuo aside, drew his sword and swung at Mr. Nanhua, "Stop!"

Mr. Nanhua did not expect that Ao Chen could launch such a powerful counterattack. The blue veins on his forehead were exposed, and Yang Yan interfered with him. He was stabbed in the back. He endured the pain, gritted his teeth and uttered a series of vague spells. A series of chains danced in the air and attacked Ao Chen.

Ao Chen had no time to dodge in the narrow space, and he also had great confidence in his hard scales, so he took the attack of the chains with his body abruptly.

puff-

Dragon's blood sprayed out from every corner of his body, and the golden chains penetrated his body, passing through his bones at tricky angles, locking him in place.

"Ah!" Yang Yan yelled and raised his sword. He was determined to kill Nan Huajun on the spot.

When Nan Huajun spoke, the corner of his mouth sprayed blood mist: "Your Majesty, when the time comes, why aren't the sacrifices in place?"

Sacrifice?

At the moment when Yang Yan hesitated, a long sword pierced his lower abdomen, he turned his head slowly, and the golden light distorted the emperor's face.

The dragon scale worn on the waist showed a little crack.

Ao Chen's eyes were red, and he let out an angry roar. The roar of the dragon made the ears of the three people present bleed out.The dazzling white light overwhelmed the golden light, and there was a loud thunder from the sky, and the torrential rain poured down, causing mountain torrents, rushing in through the cracks in the doors, windows and the roof, filling the entire hall in an instant, like the Milky Way flowing backwards.

The place where they were was separated from the hall by layers of stairs, so that the water came up to their ankles.

Seeing this, Mr. Nanhua tightened the chain, and the golden light turned into a spear again, fighting the black dragon in the air. He shouted: "The dragon gains power when it meets the water. Don't let him see the water! Your Majesty!"

"Ao Chen!" Yang Shuo's face was covered with rain, "Look at me, if you struggle, I will cut off a part of Han Wang."

As he said drawing the knife, Yang Yan fell into the water, choking so hard that he couldn't breathe.

Yang Shuo raised the knife and cut off one of Yang Yan's ears, grabbed his hair and lifted King Han's head out of the water, followed Ao Chen and said, "Three times."

"One, two..."

Yang Yan swallowed the bitter rain, "Ao Chen, go!"

"three!"

The left hand fell, splashing blood red water.

Yang Yan cried out in pain.