Chapter 171: Ancient prohibition

Ye Chuan's body, bent down deeply, seemed to press a piece of invisible boulders on his back.
The wind is bigger and the fog is thicker.
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This is the power of the ancient ban!
Under the dragon, the real fear is not the blood fog itself, but the prohibition.
Being forced by a powerful ban to suppress the inability to get out of trouble, and then the powerful master, and then the strong body, under the erosion of blood and all-round erosion is also sure!
Ye Chuan was shocked and finally learned the horror of Yan Longyuan.
For thousands of years, the ancestral disciples who were exiled to 孽龙渊 did not have the masters who could resist the erosion of blood fog, but with the suppression of the ancient ban, this was nothing, no one could escape the birth, all became The forest bones under the abyss!
"Master, fast, leave here. The ancient ban has not yet fully opened, and it will be too late to leave!"
The sound of the puppet doll sounded in Ye Chuan's mind, and a majestic force poured into Ye Chuan.
Inductive to the change of the dragon, the old guy who is attached to the puppet doll is in a hurry, regardless of the loss of strength to help Ye Chuan. After being acclimatized by Ye Chuan, the two men were killed, and Ye Chuan was also devastated; in turn, Ye Chuan was dead, waiting for him was not relief, but the soul flew.
In Ye Chuan's body, there was a burst of crackling sound.
Under the suppression of the ancient ban, the body that was bent down deeply was stretched bit by bit. The three-way swallowing scorpion swayed wildly, countering the double suppression of ancient prohibition and blood fog.
The blood swells that roll up and down are more turbulent, and the dragons are like a submarine vortex, and all the things that are rolled up are crushed. In the depths of the underground, there was a melodious bell, the bells were long, with an ancient, vicissitudes of breath, seemingly through time and space from the world outside. The bell is still reverberating, the bottom of the foot shakes and shakes the mountain, the depth of the underground comes with the muffled sound of the rumble, the vague and angry roar and screams, and it sounds like the legendary land purgatory.
"Go, after the nine bells, the ancient prohibition is completely opened, that is, a saint must be turned into a pool of blood, refining under this dragon, and going quickly..."
The old enchanting black cockroach is more anxious and fearful than Ye Chuan, screaming and exhausted, and the majestic power is desperately poured into Ye Chuan.
After waiting tens of thousands of years, he waited for the great living person of Yechuan under the dragon and saw the opportunity to escape from birth. If Ye Chuan can't go out, it will be a tragedy. Even the puppets can't be completely squandered, and there is nothing to be said about the mysterious and unpredictable martial arts!
Hey! Ye Chuan bit his teeth and screamed, all the power poured on the toes of his feet, and he slammed his body and rushed upwards.
The thick blood fog is filled with every corner of the dragon's phoenix, suddenly aggravating the thickened blood fog, already covering everything, reaching out to the fingers, not to mention the steps up to the height of 100 meters.
Ye Chuan couldn't see anything in his eyes. There was only a thick, fog in his eyes, but his super memory and sharp sense of direction made him know where the steps were. After the body is pulled up, it moves laterally on the stone wall. When the body is unable to withstand the pressure of the ancient prohibition, the left finger is dangerously and dangerously grasping the edge of the ninth-ninth step. The fingertips force, the body rises again, and the feet fall on the next stone step.
The long bells came again.
The remnant of the previous bell echoed in the abyss, the second sound suddenly came, the sound was louder, and the invisible pressure of the ancient ban was doubled again.
"There are only seven breaths left!" The voice of the old enchanting black cymbals sounded in Ye Chuan's mind, very nervous.
He was trapped under the dragon for 70,000 years. He is familiar with the situation here.
70,000 years, a full 70,000 years!
In this long period of time, he witnessed how many geniuses and masters died in the dragon, watching how their powerful body became a blood, how to fly from a promising master. Some people have already flew over more than 900 stone steps, only the last step can escape from the dragon and see the sky, but this is the last step, there is never a chance to cross out.
Ye Chuan's feet, like springs, picked up one after another, and striding up to the first level stone steps farther and farther from the bottom of the abyss at an alarming rate.
Unable to escape from the birth of the day, he died under the dragon's glory and turned into a sensational bone, and there was no chance of being attached to a puppet like an old enchantress!
Ye Chuan also went out, with the pressure of ancient prohibition and the erosion of blood and fog and time race.
From top to bottom, when jumping from the edge of the dragon, because of gravity and inertia, the speed is very fast; from the bottom up, the speed is faster, all the power is blessed on the feet, sometimes even jump Just cross a few stone steps and go all out to run.
The long bells and the reminders sounded one after another.
"There are only five breaths left!"
"Fast, only four breaths of time!"
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The old enchantress, who was in the Qinglian space, was afraid of the black cockroaches. After the count, the voice changed.
Within a few breaths, it is necessary to cross the nearly 1,000 stone steps to rush out of the dragon, even if he himself can not do it, Ye Chuan? Can it be done with the repair of the monks in the district?
The old enchantress and the black scorpion have a trace of thoughts in their hearts, expecting a miracle. But unfortunately, Ye Chuan obviously can't do it, and doing his best will not help. When there were nearly three hundred stone steps from the top of the dragon, the eighth bell sounded in the ear. There is only one last breath, and if you want to cross the entire three-level stone steps, it’s an idiotic dream!
"Hey, kid, this time I was killed by you. I really didn't expect that my black scorpion would eventually die under the dragon, and waited for the whole 70,000 years, still the same ending! I am not willing, I am not willing. ......"
The old enchanting wants to cry without tears, and no longer urges Ye Chuan, but a long sigh.
After waiting for 70,000 years, I have suffered so much pain and suffering, still the same ending, a word, ‘冤’呐!
If Ye Chuan is in front of him, you can find that the puppet dolls in the Qinglian space are still smiling, but a pair of eyes emit a sultry green light, which is full of evil spirits. When he reached out for a knife, he killed a evil eye-catcher beside him, and scared how far many evil-eyed cows and horns ran far, even the six-winged golden dragonfly was far away.
Only the last breath is left. Is it true that I am going to die here today?
Do not!
Ye Chuan's face was tight, and he didn't have time to take care of the old screaming black screams. He looked up at the sky covered by blood and fog, suddenly urging the three swallows in the body, shaking the wind chimes in his hand.
At the end of life and death, Ye Chuan suddenly remembered the mysterious Qinglao seven elders.
The hustle and bustle of the ringing ring rang under the dragon.