Chapter 446 (1/2)

Hand such as electricity, mention Ming Wen pen, Chu Yan eyes a coagulation, stretch out the left arm.

”The evil dragon of the yellow spring.”

Chuyan spits out four words and drops the tip of the inscription pen into the basin.

In a flash, a basin full of Mingwen water was completely absorbed by Mingwen pen.

The original white tip of the nose, now like a fire, releasing a burning red color.

Chu Yan took another look at the hourglass, then without hesitation, dropped the tip of his nose on the inside of the wrist of his left arm.

In a flash, as if countless steel wire pierced the skin, swimming in their own muscles pain, from the wrist.

Chu yanmeng clenched his teeth and kept moving. He raised his pen and drew another stroke on his arm.

The inscription pen left a thick mark on the inside of his arm. At the same time, although his skin was not broken, the surface of his skin was full of blood.

These blood, attached to the inscription he painted, did not flow everywhere, as if they were imprisoned.

At the same time, Chu Yan felt that his arm was immersed in the rolling oil.

His body trembled slightly because of the sharp pain, and his face turned pale.

”It hurts a little bit more than I thought, but I can't help it.”

Chu Yan gritted his teeth and wrote again.

Each stroke will aggravate the pain.

And every pain is different.

Some are like the pain of peeling, some are like the pain of amputation, some are like the pain of ice attachment, and some are like the pain of burning fire. In the three hours of depicting the inscription, Chu Yan seems to have tasted all the pain in the world.

By the time the inscription was about to be finished, his face was as white as paper.

Even when he was poisoned and imprisoned in the abyss magic prison for a full year, Chu Yan's face was not so ugly.

At this time, with the completion of the inscription, the forearm of Chu Yan's left arm was almost covered by crooked runes.

These runes, twisted and twisted, are like tadpoles. They seem to be alive. When people take a look at them, they feel scared and frightened.

However, if you look at it carefully, you will feel that there is a taste of ancient times, wilderness and desolation in the body lines, and a heavy taste of history, which is enough to make people breathless.

”The evil dragon of the yellow spring is still short of the last stroke.”

Chu murmured, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding.

In order to endure this unspeakable pain, Chu Yan's teeth almost broke.

If you were an ordinary person, I'm afraid you would have died dozens of times now.

He raised his eyelids and Chu Yan looked at the hourglass.

Most of the fine sand in the hourglass has fallen below, and only the last point is left on it. It rustles like a trickle and falls steadily.

”The last one --”

Chu Yan raised his pen.

At this time, the inscription pen in his hand seemed to be as heavy as a golden one. Chu Yan had to put out all his strength to hold it firmly.

”The last stroke, the dragon's finishing touch!”

Chu yanmeng clenched his teeth, and a strong smell of blood poured into his mouth and nose.