In the room, Yang Yu was lying on the bed bored, without a trace of sleep, constantly thinking about these questions that had puzzled him for a long time.

Suddenly, a wave of sleepiness hit like a tide, and after a while, Yang Yu, who was still energetic just now, had fallen asleep grogily.

Unconsciously, his soul came to a gray space, foggy, except fog or fog, there was nothing else for thousands of miles.

His soul soared in the air for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly, the fog disappeared in front of him, replaced by a calm and peaceful sky.

Rare birds often fly happily in the sky, and below is a vast continent, and the soul unconsciously flies to the westernmost part of the continent, where there is a lush mountain peak with clouds and mist on it.

I don't know how big the mountain is, but it is quiet, there is no sound, even the traces of birds have disappeared, only huge and rare trees stand on the peak.

Below, a huge and incomparably large circular formation was constantly shining, the circular formation was nothing more than a seal, revealing a void passage underneath, extending into the ground.

In the center of the formation, there is a stone monument thousands of meters high, which seems to be the center of the formation.

The stele was square, about 500 meters square, but thousands of meters high.

His appearance looked like an ordinary stone tablet, but Yang Yu didn't think so.

"Lao Tzu is here again!"

Suddenly, a hearty and slightly eerie voice came, startling all the birds and beasts that were inhabiting the forest.

After that, a middle-aged man wearing a dragon horn ornament landed on the top of the mountain, and he hammered his chest a few times, and his body suddenly became extremely huge.

In a few breaths, it became more than 100 meters high, and as soon as the palm of his hand lit up, a spear that was also more than 100 meters high appeared in the man's hand.

"Hey!

The spear was in his hand, and the middle-aged man wearing the dragon horn ornament shouted loudly, and the spear in his hand carried the power of splitting the heavens and the earth, and stabbed down, and the seal only shone a few times, without any damage.

On the contrary, it was the incomparably strong middle-aged man whose spear rebounded far away, and there were many columns on his body, and the middle-aged man was unwilling, and after recovering his life, he sat here and waited, and fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long later, a giant dragon hundreds of meters flew out of the seal, the dragon's body was silver, but the breath was old, as if one was not careful and would die.

After the silver dragon flew out of the seal, instead of a trace of joy, there was a trace of gloom in his eyes.

The silver dragon stared at the middle-aged man on the top of the mountain, full of hatred, especially when he saw the dragon horns on his head, he had an urge to kill that person.

However, the dragon's body remained in the air, motionless, as if he had exhausted all his strength, but there was a shaky appearance.

Maybe it was the silver dragon's gaze that woke up the middle-aged man, or he had already slept enough, woke up faintly, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and saliva flowed after seeing the silver dragon in the air.

He flew up to the silver dragon, his eyes full of excitement and drooling.

"Haha! It seems that the legend is true, my evil dragon's luck has come!" The middle-aged man looked up to the sky and laughed, "Every hundred years, a dragon will fly out of the seal, and it is really good." ”

The silver dragon closed its eyes, sighed, and shook the huge dragon head again.

Seeing that Yinlong didn't react, the middle-aged man seemed to be talking to himself, and said: "It seems that there is dragon meat to eat again today, and it is still such a big one, tsk, no one will rob me this time." ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man took out his spear again and stabbed it fiercely at the silver dragon's head.

The silver dragon did not dodge at all, and the middle-aged man's spear pierced his head, as if death was not a terrible thing, but an eternal relief, a feeling of completely removing the shackles on his body, and the silver dragon's old face even showed a smile.

At the moment when the spear pierced the head of the silver dragon's head, the silver dragon's face suddenly became heavy, and he looked up to the sky and shouted, "Savior of the dragon clan, when will you come......?" I...... Dragons are gone...... What?"

After the silver dragon used the last of his strength to say the last words of his life, his body completely lost its vitality.

"Bah, what about the savior? Your savior has a fart? You haven't become Lao Tzu's food. The middle-aged man looked disdainful, and he was about to leave with the corpse of the silver dragon.

Several human figures with bodies up to more than 100 meters high appeared, blocking the way of the evil dragon, with a bad face, one of them said: "Dragon evil, ** can't help but be righteous! Everyone has a share!"

The other person was also very hot-eyed, and hurriedly said: "That's it, that's it, last time it was the best to take all the benefits, this time I want to share some with us!"

One of them said: "Dragon Evil, no matter what, I only need a few dragon bones and dragon tendons, and the dragon meat is yours." ”

"Dragon Evil, you already have a pair of dragon horns, so give them away. ”

Long Xie's face was displeased, and he said in a deep voice: "Okay, damn, all of them are strong people on the famous side, and all of them are like scoundrels, since you are here, I will not miss your things." ”

As he spoke, several people left with a smile, discussing how to divide the body of the silver dragon.

"Evil Dragon, I remember you!"

Yang Yu's soul was still floating in the sky, looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little sad and confused, could this be the legendary dragon slay?

After a few people left, his body was like a broken kite, landing on the seal, he knew how powerful the seal was, and quickly turned around, but found that it had no effect.

Surprisingly, those sealing formations did not block his way, but floated directly towards the void passage below.

After passing through the void passage, the passage was full of electric dragons with arms thick and several meters long, constantly whistling, hovering around his soul.

However, the electric dragons didn't seem to do any harm to him, but a few meters away from his body was bounced away by a soft burst of light. His soul body continued to fly down the void passage.

After a long time, he finally fell to the ground, and he looked around, shocked and unable to recover for a long time.

All around, hundreds of meters of giant dragons hovered in the air, golden dragons, silver dragons, black dragons, white dragons, purple dragons, and chains stretched out from nowhere, deep into the flesh and skin, binding their bones.

Each dragon has four chains, each with a different aura, constantly tormenting the dragons.

There was no end in sight to the chains, as if they came from the Netherworld, and one of them was constantly injected into the dragon's body with a cold breath, and the place where the chains were bound was faintly like a block of ice.

As if it came from purgatory, bursts of fiery energy continued to scorch the dragon's body, and the places it touched were already scorched, and there was a pungent scorching smell.

The other one is made of thunder and lightning, deeply embedded in the dragon's bones, and the power of thunder and lightning is constantly injected into the dragon's body, flowing in all parts of the body, flesh, bones, flesh, all of which are terrifying thunder and lightning power.

Everywhere the thunder and lightning went, the flesh and blood were blurred, the bones were all broken, and there was a creepy feeling, and I couldn't help but feel sore.

The last one came from the ground, but it was filled with breath of life, and every time the dragon's body was tortured and was about to collapse, those breaths of life would repair their injuries one by one.

The dragon screamed in pain, and its body struggled, but to no avail, it did not alleviate the slightest pain.

In this way, the cycle continued day and night, and the dragon was constantly tortured by the four iron chains, and it was not so easy to live for a moment, even if he wanted to die.

Seeing these in front of him, Yang Yu felt a chill in his heart, and felt a little distressed about these dragons.

But these dragons were not born here, someone must have deliberately sealed them here, so that they would be tortured here for eternity, and there would be no time for them to live in peace.

"!"

Yang Yu cursed secretly, a little unbearable in his heart.

Who are these people? Who are they who have done such unconscionable things, and killed people beyond their heads, and tortured them like this?

Since the beginning of his cultivation, Yang Yu has killed hundreds of people, if not a thousand! But he has never been so cruel to people, and he has always given people a good time.

But looking at the scene in front of him, it was the first time he had seen it, if the Netherworld Purgatory was to exist, it would be nothing more than that! Looking at the scene around him like a Netherworld Hell, a trace of incomparable resentment arose in his heart, but it was to no avail.

Suddenly, a deep old voice came into his ears, "Venerable, since you are here, come in!"

"Who?" Yang Yu looked around vigilantly as if he was facing a great enemy, except for those trapped dragons, there was no half a figure, and he was secretly vigilant in his heart, guarding against the owner of the voice.

"You keep walking forward, and you'll see me. The voice continued.

Yang Yu kept walking forward, and after about a quarter of an hour, those giant dragons were gradually left behind him, and a huge golden dragon appeared in front of him, hovering quietly in the air, and the golden dragon was thousands of meters long.

Seeing Yang Yu's arrival, the golden dragon's body continued to shrink, and the last white light flashed, turning into an old appearance, and the old body continued to tremble, almost falling down.

The old man slowly walked towards Yang Yu, looked him up and down, and nodded with satisfaction, "Sure enough, he is the darling of the sky, and he has arrived at the Yuanzong realm in less than a year, which is good." ”

"Who are you? I seem to have seen you somewhere. When Yang Yu saw the old man in front of him, he felt very familiar, but he couldn't remember when and where he had seen it.

"Don't you remember me?" the old man was puzzled and asked, "In the Death Mountain Range, we have seen, I am the dragon battle, doesn't the Venerable know me?"

Yang Yu pondered seriously for a moment, and exclaimed, "You are the old man who claims to be the patriarch of the Dragon Clan, but how did you become so old?"

"Alas, it's hard to put into words!" the old man sighed, his eyes also revealing helplessness: "I am a sinner of the dragon clan, they are all tortured like this because of me, I have spent most of my life force in order to draw your soul here, so I am much older." ”

After speaking, the old man's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but shed tears.