Prison Dragon

Chapter 173

The cage made of golden light shrank smaller and smaller, and Ao Chen had to turn into a human figure to dodge.

"Yang Shuo! He's your real brother!" Ao Chen held a long spear transformed from water in his hand, and attacked the golden light again and again. The blue sky also illuminated the drowsy hall.

The rain kept pouring down, Yang Yan struggled to escape from Yang Shuo's hands with his right hand on the ground, and threw himself into the raging flood. He shouted at Ao Chen, "Run!"

Yang Shuo lifted the sword from behind him, but unexpectedly, Yang Yan touched his saber from the water, shouted and swung the sword towards him.

They practiced martial arts together since they were young, and fought together when they grew up. They are very familiar with each other's moves. Yang Yan's sword really moved his heart to kill.

"Brother Yan, you really let me down." Yang Shuo held the sword in both hands.

Yang Yan is indeed a fierce general, with his left arm cut off, he can still attack with a sword in one hand.

He has never defeated Yang Shuo. He has been like this since he was a child. With the loss of a hand, he is even more powerless to resist the rain of swords that Yang Shuo lightly sends out from his wrist.

"You are the king of Han, you swore to me that you are willing to give everything for the country."

The faces of the two brothers were very similar, and their foreheads were leaning together.

The long sword in Yang Shuo's hand rested on Yang Yan's neck, "You actually swung your sword at brother for an outsider, you really let me down."

"I'd rather die on the battlefield," Yang Yan grabbed the blade of the sword with his right hand, blood dripping from his palm, "Don't die here because of your heretics!"

He abruptly pulled the sword away with his hand, and the two brothers wrestled together.Yang Yan, who had no left arm, quickly fell to the ground due to losing his balance. Yang Shuo punched him several times in the face, and blood spilled out from the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.

The temple seemed to be split open, Yang Yan panted and fell back into the water, almost drowned, and was picked up again by Yang Shuo.

Yang Shuo picked up the sword, put the blade behind Yang Yan's other ear, and protested at Ao Chen: "Ao Chen, if you don't let go, you will be arrested, don't blame me for being rude!"

The sword cut open the cartilage behind Yang Yan's ear at an extremely slow speed, and he bit his lips to pieces but refused to make a sound, and only signaled Ao Chen to try his best to escape with his eyes.

Ao Chen's figure in the air hesitated for a moment.

In just a moment, thousands of golden lights turned into sharp arrows and shot at him, Ao Chen roared in pain, a spear pierced his throat, and nailed Ao Chen from the air to the ground with unstoppable power.

The Ni scales were broken, Ao Chen could no longer maintain his human body, he turned into a black dragon bent on the ground and struggled continuously, more and more spears pierced into his body, nailing him bit by bit.

Mr. Nanhua cut through his palm, the blood beads scattered in the air and combined with the golden light, the golden wall instantly solved the problem and turned into chains, coordinating with the long spear to trap the huge body of the black dragon, a bloody hand glowing with golden light came out of thin air Appeared, drilled into the body along the wound on his reverse scale.

The black dragon's body began to twitch, but his throat was pierced, and he couldn't even cry out in pain.

Yang Yan yelled and exhausted all his strength to stand up and walk towards Ao Chen, Yang Shuo took three steps back.

Mr. Nanhua roared, and the bloody hand took out a ball of light from the black dragon's body, and flew towards Yang Shuo. The light turned into a crystal clear amber in Yang Shuo's hand.

One step, just as Yang Yan took the first step, the water that submerged his calf instantly froze. He looked at his feet in a daze, and vague characters appeared on the ice surface. After a few breaths, the whole hall froze. It was frozen, and there was nothing as far as the eye could see.

Nanhuajun and Yang Shuoyu were flying in the air, Nanhuajun pointed to Amber and said, "This is the inner alchemy of the Dragon God. Without the inner alchemy, he will never be able to break free from the formation."

Yang Yan's armor was covered with frost, he tried to reach out to grab something, looking in Ao Chen's direction, his eyes were tearing apart.

"quick……"

Mr. Nanhua drew a Tai Chi with both hands, "Yuan Shi'an town, tell all spirits, Yuedu is the real official, the land is only spirit, left society and right country, don't be frightened, trap this real dragon to help the common people. !"

The howling cold wind swept across the entire hall, freezing everything, leaving only the barren ice field.

The dragon scales on Yang Yan's waist fell off, and it was covered with cracks like spider webs. His frozen body was soon covered by thicker and thicker layers of ice until it became a standing giant ice.

And with his death, the runes covered under the ice layer became brighter and brighter. The runes centered on him, extending outward layer by layer, forming a picture of a river and a mountain under the body of the black dragon. It is the most important place in the world - Lidu.

Using Yang Yan's life as a bridge, Ao Chen's dragon energy flows out from every corner of his body and pours into thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Ao Chen opened his eyes, his eyes were red, the water level in the hall gradually rose, submerging the huge body of the black dragon.

Yang Shuo took a few steps back in fear, Nanhua Jun said: "Don't be afraid, Your Majesty, the trapped beast is still fighting. He just used his remaining strength to seal his body in a secret place, and no outsiders are allowed to enter. As long as he is still in prison In the dragon formation, you will never be able to escape."

Yang Shuo breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, his hands were clean, only the blood stains that could not be washed off were hidden between his fingers, he walked forward, slowly picked up the dragon scales on the ground, wiped them carefully with his sleeves Earn in the arms.

After a fierce battle all night, the sun rises, and everything in the world is completely changed because of this unknown night.

It wasn't until 800 years later that Yang You went underground again. He finally survived the illusion while staying awake, with phantom pain still remaining in his body.

After the blood penetrated, the huge ice became more transparent, and a faint human figure could be seen from it.

His Royal Highness King Han, if you have a spirit in heaven, please bless Yang You.

He raised his left hand and overlapped with the palm print on the giant ice, "Yuan...Shi'an Town..."

Every time he uttered a word, Yang You felt that his internal organs were crushed. He even felt that the next time he opened his mouth, what he would spit out would not be words, but his internal organs that had been crushed into pieces.

The pain lashed at his soul, but it made him more sober, "Yuedu Zhenguan, the spirit of the land..."

In the Xuanzheng Palace, the wine jar in Ao Chen's hand fell to the ground, just in time for a thunderclap from heaven and earth.

The blue-black night sky was quickly filled with dark clouds, the blue light of purple electricity tore through the sky, and the thunder roared and the earth trembled.

Ao Chen's hands turned into claws, constantly scratching himself, tearing off the black robe, his sturdy upper body was exposed in the air, and golden lines appeared on his porcelain white skin, constantly burning his body.

"Left society and right country, don't be surprised."

The ice cracked and turned into an overwhelming flood that surged under Yang You's feet. In the hall behind him, the black dragon opened its blood-red eyes and began to struggle continuously.

There were cracks in the chains and spears, the flow of black mist slowed down, and some places began to flow back slowly.

Yang You's face has long been unable to distinguish which are blood and which are tears, he just recited forcefully with a ray of obsession,

"Go back to the right path, clarify inside and out..."

The chains and spears dissipated into fragments, and the black dragon struggled to get up from the hall. Its huge body kept hitting the wall, and the ice wall was shattered by him.

The icehouse began to melt and quickly disintegrated under the scour of the flood waters.

Yang You raised his head, raised his heavy eyelashes soaked in blood and tears, and looked at Ao Chen with incomparable affection.

"Prisoner Dragon Formation, solution!"

Thousands of golden light and broken feathers were submerged by the water, Ao Chen's soul was pulled back to his body, the black mist all over the sky was gathered in the dragon scales, and the scattered memories returned to his mind with the gathering of power.

Swords, lights and swords, waves and clouds are treacherous, and the love and hatred in the heart are finally revealed with the end of everything.

The huge ice exploded, Han Wang Yang Yan's body stood there, stretched out his hand in vain towards the direction of the black dragon, and fell heavily in front of Yang You.

Before he had time to collect King Han's body, he watched King Han's body disintegrate into ashes and be carried away by the melting rainwater from the zenith.A big wave hit him, making him feel tight in the chest and short of breath, his eyes went dark, and he was ups and downs engulfed by the flood.

You are free, Ao Chen.

He spit out a string of bubbles, and the tears in his eyes disappeared into the vast flood.

A pair of strong arms encircled him and jumped out of the water holding him.

The moment he breathed the air, Yang You opened his mouth and called out his name first: "Ao..."

Ao Chen choked his neck and pushed him against the pillar, his nails dug deep into his flesh, Yang You's throat hurt and he couldn't breathe due to blood choking.

Ao Chen didn't let go, just kept Yang You in a state where he wouldn't be strangled to death.

His naked upper body was covered with chain burns, throat, collarbone... everywhere was full of wounds that did not heal after the puncture.

This is what he really looks like.

His red pupils stared at Yang You coldly, his face was stern and stern.

Yang You had no doubt that he would really kill himself.

Yang You had no room to struggle, nor did he choose to struggle, he just looked at Ao Chen quietly, tears from the corners of his eyes fell down his cheeks and onto his hands.

Ao Chen let go of his hand as if he had been scalded, and shook Yang You away.

Yang You's back hit the pillar heavily, and he slid down the pillar weakly, knelt on the ground and coughed with his head bowed. Bright red blood was sprinkled on the black dragon robe, and then disappeared.

Ao Chen waited for him to finish coughing before turning his back to him and said, "I said, I will kill you."

Yang You leaned against the beam and laughed a few times, his moist eyes shone with a star-like cold light, "Okay, come on."

Ao Chen's movements were so fast that he couldn't catch them. In an instant, the black dragon squatted on the ground, holding his neck with both hands, but without any force, he bent down to look at Yang You.

Just like when they first met.

There is no place in Ao Chen that is not as beautiful as it was back then, but his eyes are piercingly cold, seeming to carry the dark and sticky silt at the bottom of the lake and the huge pressure, as well as the deepest emotions that are extremely icy.

It was an emotion that seemed to be hatred, but was more complicated, deeper, and more tangled than hatred.

Yang You looked at him quietly, raised his head and exposed his fragile neck, silently expressing his determination.

Ao Chen looked at him deeply, his pupils trembled slightly, and finally held Yang You's head in his arms.

"Come with me, I will take you to find the way to become an immortal."

Yang You rubbed his face on the hollow of his shoulder, raised his hand and hugged him back forcefully, this hug was almost suffocating, "I can't go."

Ao Chen wiped off the blood and tears on his face with his thumb, nose to nose, "I want to destroy Qi."

Yang You stroked the smooth curve of his chin, showing a gentle smile, "I won't leave."

Ao Chen frowned and looked at him angrily.

Yang You took a deep breath, held his face with both hands, kissed from the tip of his nose to his lips, and finally licked the wound on his neck lightly.

That is the reverse scale of the dragon.

Ao Chen resisted the urge to attack, and grabbed his shoulders with both hands.

"I'm sorry." Yang You smiled and raised his head, "You can go now."

I'm so afraid I'll regret it.

Ao Chen stood up, looked at him one last time, turned around and took a step.

"You are free," Yang You cried and laughed, "You are free..."

Ao Chen stopped and nodded, the strong wind blew open the doors and windows of the main hall, and Ao Chen's figure gradually disappeared in the white mist.

Yang You panicked suddenly, he stood up and ran towards Ao Chen, but he didn't see the wine jar under his feet, he tripped and fell to the ground, the wine spilled out an intoxicating aroma.

Thick clouds were blown up by the wind, and heavy rain poured down.

Ruifang rushed in and helped Yang You up, "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

"It's nothing." Yang You walked forward in a trance, looking up to the sky and laughing, "I did a good thing."

"Hahahaha..." He staggered, walked a few steps and then fell to the ground, curled up and cried bitterly.

The cry echoed the thunderstorm, lonely and bleak in the cold wind.