The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

Before Jiang Chen could finish speaking, Shen Suxin's body in his arms trembled violently.

A thick, ink-like green mist sprayed out from every pore of her skin.

Han Jue, who was closest, didn't even manage to scream.

His severed hand had barely touched a speck of green mist when the flesh melted like candle wax, revealing the stark white bone beneath.

Next came the entire arm, then half the body.

In just two breaths, the gaunt man who had been clamoring to refine people into elixirs turned into a pool of blood emitting black smoke.

Even the rocks on the ground were eroded into a deep pit.

"This poison... is too potent."

Xiao Ruoye took a breath of air with a fishy, ​​sweet taste, and it felt like she had swallowed a red-hot razor blade.

Her vision blurred, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to her knees with a thud.

The metal element in her body was thrown into complete chaos by this poisonous gas, rampaging through her internal organs.

"Don't... don't worry about me..."

Xiao Ruoye squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, a trickle of black blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

Jiang Chen ignored her.

His current condition is not much better than Xiao Ruoye's.

The poison gas in Shen Suxin's body was completely out of control. For ordinary people, it would be a death sentence, but for the Immortal Slaying Curse in his body, it was the most deadly temptation.

The black runes that had been suppressed were now like sharks that had smelled blood, swimming and jumping wildly on his neck and face.

heat.

heat.

A primal, all-consuming urge overwhelmed Jiang Chen's reason.

If the poisonous fire within this woman's body is not expelled, the area within a ten-mile radius will become a dead zone.

"If you don't want to die, lie here."

Jiang Chen let out a low growl, his voice hoarse as if he had swallowed burning coals.

He didn't even glance at Xiao Ruoye. Holding the "humanoid nuclear bomb" that was constantly spewing out poisonous mist, he turned and rushed towards a natural cave a dozen meters away.

The entrance to the hole was covered by several vines, and no one usually paid any attention to it.

Jiang Chen plunged in headfirst and slapped the rock wall at the cave entrance with his backhand.

"Boom!"

Several huge rocks rolled down and completely blocked the entrance to the cave.

The cave was pitch black.

The dark green poisonous fog accumulated even more intensely here, almost solidifying into a tangible liquid.

Jiang Chen placed Shen Suxin on the cold stone ground.

At this point, Shen Suxin had completely lost consciousness.

Her originally fair skin turned into an eerie semi-transparent state, with the veins underneath being emerald green on one side and pitch black on the other.

Two forces were tearing at her body, turning her delicate frame into a battlefield.

"Well……"

Shen Suxin unconsciously let out a painful murmur, her body curled up in a ball, burning hot to the bone.

Jiang Chen felt as if the taut string in his mind had snapped.

The Immortal-Slaying Curse roared.

The remnant soul of the true dragon roared in fury.

The body's instincts completely overwhelmed reason.

"I'm sorry."

Jiang Chen was panting heavily, his hands gripping Shen Suxin's clothes, which were soaked with cold sweat.

"Rip—"

The coarse linen clothes were shredded under violence.

That body, which should have been beautiful, was now covered with grotesque, spiderweb-like poisonous patterns.

Jiang Chen sat down cross-legged and pulled the person into his arms.

This is not a gentle and beautiful scene; it is a life-or-death struggle.

He activated the "Formless Technique," which was now only at its lowest level, forcing the meager amount of pure Yang energy within his body to his fingertips, and then placed it on Shen Suxin's rapidly heaving chest.

"lead!"

Jiang Chen roared.

Shen Suxin suddenly straightened up, like a fish out of water.

The accumulated medicinal power of the herbs over twenty years, mixed with a potent poison capable of killing a grandmaster, surged wildly into Jiang Chen's body through the point of contact.

pain.

The pain was excruciating, like having your bones ripped out.

Jiang Chen felt as if he had swallowed ten thousand red-hot steel needles.

The poisonous gas surged through his meridians, threatening to tear his body to pieces.

But he did not let go.

Instead, he hugged her even tighter.

He used this terrifying external force to break through the indestructible golden shackles deep within his consciousness.

That was the third seal of the Immortal Slaying Curse.

It is also the key to locking in his true dragon destiny.

"Break it!"

Jiang Chen gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together.

One is cold, the other is hot.

One yin and one yang.

One poison, one righteous.

Within this enclosed, dark stone cave, a bizarre and dangerous cycle has formed.

The poison spots in Shen Suxin's body are fading at a visible rate, returning her to her delicate, jade-like white complexion.

Jiang Chen's skin began to darken, then began to glow with a golden light.

This process was repeated over and over.

I don't know how much time has passed.

It was completely dark outside the cave.

A crisp cracking sound suddenly came from inside the cave.

"Click."

It was like some ancient chain that had been forcibly broken.

Followed by.

hold head high--!

A high-pitched and stirring dragon roar resounded in the narrow stone cave.

That wasn't a sound, but a vibration that directly shook the soul.

The several boulders blocking the cave entrance exploded as if hit by a cannonball, sending debris flying everywhere.

A golden dragon-shaped phantom shot up from above Jiang Chen's head, smashing through the rock strata at the top of the cave and soaring into the clouds.

The lingering poisonous fog, upon impact from the golden dragon phantom, vanished instantly, like snow exposed to sunlight.

The air in the valley became fresh again.

Even the withered grass and trees have sprouted tender green buds.

Inside the cave.

Everything returned to calm.

Shen Suxin collapsed softly to the side, covered with Jiang Chen's tattered coat, her breathing steady and long.

The poison within her body was suppressed, and color returned to her beautiful face, though she still appeared to be asleep.

Jiang Chen sat cross-legged on the ground and slowly opened his eyes.

The crimson in those eyes had faded, replaced by an extreme, deep black, occasionally flashing with a golden glint.

It became.

The third Immortal-Slaying Curse has been broken.

He could feel that his physical strength had reached a new peak, a pure and powerful strength belonging to a true dragon.

Even their senses become exceptionally sharp, allowing them to hear the sound of dew dripping from a hundred meters away.

Jiang Chen tried clenching his fist, and the air in his palm made a popping sound.

This sense of power is truly mesmerizing.

He took a deep breath, wanting to mobilize the true energy in his dantian to check his cultivation progress.

next second.

Jiang Chen's expression froze.

"What happened?"

His brows furrowed into a deep frown, and he tried it again, still not believing in the odds.

His dantian was completely empty and lifeless.

The pure yang energy, which should have been surging like a river, was now as still as a frozen river.

No matter how he activated the incantation, the true energy seemed to be sealed by cement, unable to give any response.

Jiang Chen looked inward at himself.

On his once golden meridian walls, a thick layer of dark green, moss-like substance had appeared.

That was the "debt of poison" that Shen Suxin had accumulated over twenty years.

Although it helped him break free from his shackles, the poison was too potent, completely blocking the meridians he had just expanded.

"They went too far."

Jiang Chen gave a wry smile, leaned back against the stone wall, and pulled out the cigarette pack that was already flattened beyond recognition.

empty.

He casually tossed the cigarette pack aside.

He now possesses monstrous physical strength, yet he cannot mobilize a single trace of true energy.

To outsiders, this is no different from a cripple whose meridians have all been severed.

It will take at least half a month of painstaking work to remove this layer of toxicity.

"Cough cough..."

A muffled cough came from the cave entrance.

Xiao Ruoye staggered in, supporting herself against the rock wall.

Her combat uniform was tattered, and her face was covered in blood that hadn't been wiped clean; she looked extremely disheveled.

The dragon's roar had just woken her up.

When she woke up, she saw that the poisonous fog covering the mountain was gone, leaving only the large hole that had been smashed open above her head.

"Are you... alright?"

Xiao Ruoye looked at Jiang Chen, who was leaning against the corner of the wall, with a complicated expression.

The man was shirtless, and the horrific wounds on his body had all scabbed over and healed, leaving only faint pink marks.

The suffocating sense of oppression from before has disappeared.

Instead, there is an elusive ordinariness.

It's like a peerless sword that suddenly rusted and went back into its sheath.

"He won't die."

Jiang Chen dusted himself off and stood up.

He glanced at Shen Suxin, who was still fast asleep, and bent down to pick her up.

"Let's go, we can't stay here any longer."

Since the meridians are sealed, let's settle things with our fists.

Anyway, he has never lived by reasoning along the way.

Xiao Ruoye watched his retreating figure, opened her mouth, wanting to ask what had happened with the golden dragon earlier, and also wanted to ask how Shen Suxin was doing.

In the end, she didn't ask anything.

He silently picked up the empty pistol from the ground and followed.

Outside the valley.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Several black SUVs with Beijing license plates rolled over the withered yellow weeds and silently stopped at the entrance of Zhao Family Village.

The car door opened.

The person who got off was neither a doctor nor a policeman.

Instead, it was a group of men dressed in gray Zhongshan suits with cold, hard faces.

The bald, burly man leading the group took off his sunglasses, looked at the mess on the ground and the dried blood, and took out a walkie-talkie.

"Boss, Han Jue has failed."

"There are remnants of dragon energy at the scene; that's something the Jun family specifically requested."

"Close the mountain, dig three feet into the ground, and find them."