Guarding the prison for a hundred years, being born to overwhelm the demon king

Chapter 150 Chi Yanling, the method of painting skin, the supernatural powers of Beiming, Wang Yang is overthrown!

In Xiahuang City, Chiyan Ridge is the driest.

There are hundreds of miles of red sand, and no grass grows.

Even the most drought-tolerant cacti cannot survive here.

Planted one day, withered the next day.

Because of this, it is deserted and few people set foot here.

It is said that the late Emperor of Great Xia used the Royal Sword to kill an ancient fire demon here. After the fire demon died, his blood seeped into the ground, causing the original fertile land to turn into a piece of red sand.

Even if an ordinary person wears the finest cowhide boots and steps on them, the fire poison in the ground can penetrate into the body.

If you don't have a martial arts cultivation base, within three days, your whole body will fester and die.

So much so that even wild beasts and birds deliberately bypassed this place, not daring to set foot in it.

At this time, there were three people standing on the land of Chiyan Ridge, as if they were waiting for something.

The person standing at the front has broad shoulders and a well-proportioned figure, wearing a golden dragon robe and a golden purple emperor crown!
With both hands behind his back, his expression is indifferent, and his golden eyes are dazzling, giving people a look of calm and prestige.

Behind him, there is an old man with white eyebrows carrying a turtle shell, and a beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure.

Early this morning, it was the day when the top officials of the Great Xia Dynasty agreed with him to arrange for Heijiao Aoxuan to meet him.

Looking at the red sand around him, the young man in gold robe pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm.

At this time, the white-browed old man behind him took a step forward and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, although the date has moved up a bit, the old minister has already contacted them."

"As long as the king gives the order, a tributary of the North Sea can quickly pour into the Xia Imperial City from underground!"

"Gu Xiang, you did a good job!"

The young man in golden robe showed a little joy and nodded slowly.

Suddenly, his expression moved slightly, and his eyes turned to a certain direction.

After a breath, several brilliant rays of light appeared in the sky on the south side of the Red Flame Ridge!

In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of the golden-robed youth.

There are four people in total.

The person in the lead, wearing a black robe, is the young man in the gold robe, the Mr. Yun that he met before, Yun Wuya!
Beside Yun Wuya, there was also an old monk in a blue official robe, and a young man in a white robe. Judging from their expressions, they seemed a little nervous.

The last person, at the end, had his face covered and could not see his face clearly.

His body exuded a strong demonic aura.

The eyes of the young man in the golden robe fell on the masked young man immediately.

His eyes were deep, as if he was in a daze.

"Dragon King."

Yun Wuya stepped forward and spoke first.

After a few breaths, the young man in the golden robe slowly came back to his senses.

After a short silence, he said, "Mr. Yun really kept his promise and brought my elder brother here."

Before Yun Wuya could speak, the masked young man suddenly shouted.

"My dear brother! Is that you, my dear brother?"

Hearing this voice, the golden-robed young man's eyes trembled slightly.

The whole person subconsciously took a few steps forward.

But he was stopped by Yun Wuya calmly.

"Dragon King, don't worry."

Yun Wuya said slowly, "I'll let you meet Brother Ling right away."

The Golden Dragon King of the Golden Dragon Mansion took a deep breath, slowly calmed down, nodded slightly, and stopped moving forward.

Seeing this, Yun Wuya's face was relieved, and he sent a look to the white-robed youth beside him.

The young man in white robe understood, and immediately took off the black cloth covering the man's head.

Then, the three of them stepped aside and stepped aside.

The black cloth was lifted, revealing a fair and handsome face.

This person is exactly that "Black Flood Dragon Aoxuan"!
As soon as the black flood dragon Aoxuan got out of trouble, he immediately rushed over, hugging the body of the golden robed youth tightly.

"Brother! You have finally come to save my brother!"

"It's been too miserable for my brother all these years!"

The young man in golden robe did not speak, but his eyes were red. He raised his big hand and gently stroked Ao Xuan's head.

From his hair all the way down, and then stroked his hair, eyebrows, forehead.

It seems that this face that I haven't seen in 30 years is deeply engraved in my heart.

"Brother, I understand, I understand..."

What a touching picture.

Brotherhood.

But when Yun Wuya looked at this scene, his expression changed slightly and he said nothing.

The old monk Wu Tianming looked at the young man in the golden robe with a smile in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"My dear brother! These damn Daxia officials."

"Torturing me day and night in the prison, let me endure the burning pain!"

"Quick! Brother Xian, help me kill them! You must help me kill them!"

When Black Dragon Ao Xuan said this, he clenched his teeth with deep hatred.

He looks like a naughty boy who has suffered a lot and finally found his relatives and seeks to be the master.

"I understand! I understand all of this..."

The young man in the golden robe kept muttering.

I don't know how long it has been.

Yun Wuya reminded, "Dragon King, it's almost time."

"I should have brought brother Ling back."

As he said that, the old monk Wu Tianming on the side also came closer.

Jin Jiao Wang Aojin had deep eyes and did not speak.

But the black flood dragon Aoxuan in front of him screamed frantically as if a dog's tail had been stepped on:

"No! I don't want to go back!"

Then he cried and begged again: "Hurry! Dear brother! Take me away! Can you take me away?"

"I never want to go back to that dark prison again!"

The young man in the golden robe said softly, "Okay!"

He slowly raised his right hand and touched the face of Black Jiao Ao Xuan.

But then, the gentleness on his face disappeared!
Instead, it was cold and indifferent!

He touched Ao Xuan's palm and suddenly exerted force!
Just listen to the crisp sound of "bang--"!
The entire head of Hei Jiao Aoxuan was blown into a ball of blood!
The golden-robed young man had a bloody dragon skin on his hand!
Yun Wuya's complexion changed slightly.

His expression gradually became serious!

"You... damn it!"

Accompanied by a ferocious cold drink down.

The palm of the young man in the golden robe gradually turned into a golden dragon claw, and the red sand within a hundred miles was stirred up by the sound waves, stirring up dust all over the sky!
An indescribably terrifying evil spirit rose from Ao Jin's body.

The beautiful woman and the old man behind him also seemed to have guessed what the golden-cloaked youth was doing, they had already performed the secret technique and disappeared without a trace.

"I've said it before."

"The method of mere portrait can't be hidden from him."

"It's better to attack from the beginning and suppress and capture him!"

Wu Tianming said with a blank expression.

Yun Wuya at the side was silent for a moment.

His original intention was to get away with it and wait until the Golden Dragon King Ao Jin left the imperial city before he captured him.

In this case, if we really take action, we can reduce casualties.

"Forget it! Left and right are just a battle!"

Yun Wuya looked at the Golden Flood King in front of him, and sighed softly.

Then, the two exuded a powerful aura that was not inferior to that of the Golden Flood King.

They stared intently at the golden flood king Aojin in front of them.

Even if the next battle will cause some civilian casualties, but right now, it's better to capture this golden dragon first!

Ao Jin didn't look at them, a golden flame suddenly burned between his finger bones, burning the black dragon skin to death!
Then with a "huh", it suddenly rushed into the sky!
A black cloud filled the air in an instant.

Thunder rolls!

Among the thunderclouds, a thousand-foot golden dragon loomed.

The roar of the dragon, full of overwhelming anger, rolled down from the thunder cloud, accompanied by the roar of the thunder, the sound shook the world!
"If you don't keep your word, you will kill my brother in vain!"

"Today...I will let the entire imperial city be buried with you!"

"Northern dark sea!"

In the sky above the clouds, the golden dragon dances and roars to shake the sky!

Rumble!
Underneath the imperial city, the water veins surged extremely fast, and the surrounding water veins also screamed violently, like water dragons roaring into the air, gathering in mid-air at an extremely fast speed!
In an instant, outside the imperial city.

The waves have passed thousands of feet, and the ocean has capsized!

(End of this chapter)