This high-pitched voice is neither male nor female, it sounds very harsh, and even makes people feel a little pore-mongering. Yang Long didn't speak, just stood in place, there were bursts of shade around the pitch black, he stared at the relief in front of him, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Are you scared?"

The shrill voice burst into laughter.

"Quack, the blood of fear tastes the best, little brother don't be afraid, I will greet you well. It's been five hundred years, and finally someone has come. ”

The relief is pale white, but the outer outline has become very rounded over time. And the relief, which had long been white, mixed with a trace of purple and black, seemed like pebbles that had been soaked in blood for a long time and then picked up.

Hearing this, Yang Long's face changed, and the war dragon in his hand was directly held horizontally in front of his chest, and the tip of the spear pointed at the relief in front of him.

I have to say that this relief is too weird, especially the eyes that grow in front of the relief. It was a pair of crimson eyes without eyelids, and the pale red eyeballs emitted a faint luster, like two small red lanterns in the dark night.

When these eyes were facing Yang Long, he could clearly feel that these two eyes were smiling at him. That's right, it was the slight squinting amplitude that made Yang Long's pores tremble.

"What the hell is this? It's weird. ”

Yang Long didn't speak, and his intuition told him that it was better to get out of here quickly. Thinking of this, Yang Long began to slowly retreat backwards. For this kind of something that is a little weird, it is best not to touch it until he has strong strength.

However, that strange relief, when Yang Long was about to leave. It began to tremble violently, and even the magnitude of the shaking became louder and louder.

The next moment, that shrill laugh rang out again.

"Don't you want to know who I am? ”

With this shrill laughter, an ethereal blood-colored mist burst out of the strange relief little by little.

The red mist rose upward, gradually condensing under Yang Long's stunned gaze. At this moment, Yang Long was shocked, but he forgot the way back for a while, and was directly stunned at that time. A ten-meter-long blood-colored dragon covered the entire temple in mid-air, and directly appeared in the Yang Dragon's line of sight in a shocking manner.

Although this is a small dragon in the form of smoke, it is compared to the stone dragon on the periphery. It's like a real little dragon, because it's so realistic, the little dragon under the red smoke, no matter what kind of posture. Even just one of its movements was enough to make Yang Long feel a domineering attitude of contempt for the world.

This true dragon actually had two dragon horns, and a pair of huge red eyes stared at the yang dragon tightly, looking at him with an extremely high arrogance, as if looking at an ant.

It snorted, and spat out a trace of blood-like dragon breath in its mouth, but when this blood-like dragon breath touched the ground, the smoke turned into smoke and re-condensed back into the Yang Dragon's body.

"Is this the posture of a true dragon?" Yang Long stared at the blood dragon with a look of admiration and obsession, as if he had completely forgotten the danger of this place.

"Roar", a roar that penetrated deep into the soul, directly made Yang Long look back from his obsession.

The next moment, the blood-colored true dragon directly pounced towards the yang dragon with its teeth and claws.

The dragon's breath poured out, and a cloud of blood-colored smoke directly wrapped Yang Long in the moment before Yang Long came back to his senses.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Long fell into chaos.

The scenery around me has changed, and time is even starting to recede a little. One day, two days, three days, all the time, it has been echoing at an extreme backward speed, and Yang Long's vision has changed little by little, as if he is turning the page of his own memories.

Until the surrounding scenery returned to the memory of Whitebeard's dismemberment. Yang Long knelt on the ground with red eyes. Numbly looked at the man in front of him who made him familiar but not familiar with him, he had a delicate face, and the feather fan in his hand was folded. The man held a knife in one hand, and half of his body was stained with blood.

He just laughed like crazy, licking the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Beneath the man, a corpse that had been cut into four lay on the ground. The blood coalesced into a river, and it rained heavily, and the raindrops hit the corpse wildly, making a thunderclapping sound.

Every sound, like a pinprick in the heart, pierced the bottom of Yang Long's heart one by one. He watched numbly, and the blood condensed into a river in front of him, dazzling.

His eyes were a mixture of rain and cold tears, and his eyes had already turned red.

Yang Long seemed to have returned to many years ago, the scene that lingered in his countless dreams, cruel and cold.

"Kill him. Kill him. ”

A temptation came to Yanglong's ears, and he glared at the man angrily, his eyes filled with a strange flush. After many years, the hatred in his heart has not diluted, and the countless nights surrounding his heart are all scenes of revenge.

Now the enemy in front of him is really standing in front of him, as long as he picks up the war dragon in his hand, he can make the guy in front of him disappear into his dream forever.

"Quick, kill him. He is your enemy, and he is the one who made you who you are. Kill him. ”

The temptation came back to me, as if it had come from my heart.

Yang Long had not forgotten for a moment, for his physical pain. This guy's torture of Yang Long's soul is the deepest, drowning in a lifetime of hatred, and when it is about to be released at this time, Yang Long feels an unprecedented pleasure.

If the revenge is avenged, then he can finally put his mind at ease. Now, as soon as he drops with his sword, the human head will fall, and everything will be over.

Yang Long's eyes were red, looking at that hideous smile without the slightest pity, stabbing Whitebeard one after another, Yang Long couldn't bear it anymore.

Yang Long picked up the battle dragon in his hand and waved it violently.

There was a loud "pop", and the human head finally fell to the ground, and a line of tears appeared in the corners of Yang Long's eyes at the same time. This process is arduous, even if Yang Long feels the strangeness in this, but so what.

The grief and indignation that have been suppressed in Yang Long's heart for many years, and the hatred that has been entrenched in Yang Long's nightmare for many years, all fell because of this knife and drifted away with the wind.

He went crazy and slashed at this guy's corpse, and the battle dragon in his hand rose and fell, and the slightest trace of blood splashed on Yang Long's face, making him even more hideous and terrifying. Yang Long had blood and tears in his eyes, he smiled, his smile was a little desolate, even if he knew that it was fake in front of him, he was still willing to believe it, and he didn't even want to wake up from this dream.

Because sometimes people are like that, since you can't refuse, then you can't suppress your emotions to vent!

However, no matter how Yang Long cut it, the head that fell to the side was always smiling weirdly from the beginning.

When all the catharsis and emotions were gone, Yang Long found that the scene around him had changed. Everything was back in that black, gloomy hall, and there was no whitebearded corpse around, no man, no majestic rain, and no young hands.

When Yang Long reacted, he looked at his hands numbly, but suddenly laughed.

"Sure enough, it's a dream. ”

He turned his head and saw that the halls around him had changed, Yang Long couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile, and said into the air: "Thank you."

A trace of doubt quietly sounded in this cold temple, and when Yang Long finished saying this, a cold figure quietly appeared in Yang Long's sight.

This time, it was the vivid blood dragon that appeared in front of Yang Long, but this blood dragon was now looking at Yang Long with a hint of doubt. Obviously, it couldn't guess what Yang Long said thank you. However, the only difference between this blood dragon and the previous one is that the previous one is relatively large, and the one that Yang Long sees now is less than one-third of the previous one. However, these two do appear to belong to the same article.

The runes around the main hall all had a trace of cracks of different sizes, but the relief standing in the position of the yang dragon was as if it had been divided by five horses at this moment, and none of them were complete.

Obviously, the person Yang Long cut in his dream just now was the relief in front of him.

Yang Long has been clear since he fell into the dream from the beginning, it is estimated that this is like the kind of move of the illusion sealer, even if Yang Long has a defense against this, he still does not know the way to get out of this dream. But Whitebeard had said before that the main point of this illusion seal is change. In the midst of change, the things you least want to touch are the closer you get to the essence.

Therefore, Yang Long directly skipped countless clips and chose a major event.

But I don't know if he is too deep in the play, or because he has been lost. When everything is over, the picture is restored, and the character is over, but his mood is still not over.

"Haha!" A grim laugh came directly from Xiaolong's mouth, and it looked at Yanglong with some sadness and said, "Thank you for helping me get out of trouble, but as a reward, I will let you die without pain." ”

The blood dragon smiled arrogantly, not taking Yang Long seriously at all, as if in his eyes, this was just a dinner.

On the other hand, Yang Long, this guy didn't react at all, even when he heard that he had released this guy himself, his face didn't change in the slightest.

The dragon's breath poured out again, and the picture turned again. Surrounded by countless cars and buses, the bustling downtown and the busy life suddenly appeared in front of Yanglong's eyes. The high-rise buildings block the sunlight and the scorching sun, exuding a familiar atmosphere.

He just stood there and took a deep breath.

Seeing this scene, Yang Long couldn't help but laugh. He shook his head, his eyes blinked, and the illusion around him vanished in an instant, and everything was back to normal.

At this time, a panicked voice came from the little dragon on the side.

"No way, it's impossible. ”