He took the inscription pen like lightning, and Chu Yan's eyes narrowed and he stretched out his left arm.
"Yellow Spring Evil Dragon."
Chu Yan spit out four words from his mouth and dropped the tip of the inscription pen into the basin.
In an instant, a full pot of inscription water was sucked clean by the inscription brush, without a drop left.
The originally white nose tip is now like a ball of fire, releasing a burning bright red color.
Chu Yan looked at the hourglass again, and then without hesitation, he landed the tip of his nose on the inside of his wrist on his left arm.
In an instant, a severe pain that seemed to penetrate the skin as if countless steel wires were exposed, wandering through his muscles came from his wrist.
Chu Yan gritted his teeth and kept moving, lifting the pen and drawing another stroke on his arm.
While the inscription pen left a thick mark on the inside of his arm, although his skin was not broken, a large stream of blood gushed out of the surface of his skin.
The blood was attached to the inscriptions he portrayed and did not flow everywhere, as if it was imprisoned.
At the same time, Chu Yan felt as if his arms were immersed in boiling oil.
His body trembled slightly because of the severe pain, and his face turned pale.
"It hurts a little more than I thought, but I can hold it back."
Chu Yan gritted his teeth and wrote again.
Every time the pain goes on, the pain will increase by a little.
And every pain is different.
Some are like the pain of peeling, some are like the pain of broken limbs, some are like the pain of possession of ice, and some are like the pain of burning fire. Within three hours of the inscription, Chu Yan seemed to have tasted all the world.
All the pain.
When the inscription was about to be portrayed, his face was as pale as paper and bloodless.
Even when he was heavily poisoned and was imprisoned in the Abyss Demon Prison for a whole year, Chu Yan's face had never looked so ugly.
At this time, as the inscription is about to be portrayed, Chu Yan's forearm on his left arm was almost covered with curved runes.
These runes are twisted and twisted like tadpoles, as if they have lived. When people take a look, they feel scared and shocked in their hearts.
But if you look closely, you will feel that the body pattern is filled with an ancient, wild, and vast smell, and a heavy smell of history, which is enough to make people breathless.
"The Yellow Spring Evil Dragon is still missing the last move."
Chu Yan murmured, and bleeding was already bleeding from the corners of his mouth.
In order to endure this indescribable pain, Chu Yan's teeth were almost shattered.
If it were an ordinary person, he would have been suffering dozens of times at this moment.
With difficulty lifting his eyelids, Chu Yan looked at the hourglass.
Most of the fine sand in the hourglass has fallen below, with only the last little left on it, rustling like a trickle of water, falling steadily.
"The last one-"
Chu Yan brought up his pen.
At this time, the inscription pen in his hand seemed to be as heavy as a tremendous amount. Chu Yan had to take out all his strength to hold it firmly.
"The last stroke, the finishing touch of the evil dragon!"
Chu Yan gritted his teeth and a strong smell of blood poured into his mouth and nose.
This bloody smell seemed to ignite the injustice in his heart, allowing him to make the last stroke accurately.
In an instant, a dark red light rose from his arm, covering the front of his left arm.
Although it was just a ball of light, at this moment, a huge smell that made people palpitations burst out, as if all living beings would become small in front of it, all would be crushed and swallowed.
Chu Yan could clearly see that in the bloody light, the phantom of a giant dragon flashed and moved with the inscription, as if it had come alive, completely integrated with his body and blood.
The next moment, the light dissipated.
The inscription pattern on Chu Yan's arm is also fading rapidly.
Chu Yan knew that this was not the disappearance of the body pattern, but was hidden under the skin and hidden in the blood. Generally speaking, his arms were no different from usual, but once the body pattern of the Yellow Spring Evil Dragon was stimulated, the inscription pattern was inspiration.
The pattern will appear on the skin, and then it will burst out with its terrifying power.
The inscription was successful, and Chu Yan wanted to try out the power as soon as possible, but he felt so tired now that he even opened his eyes and seemed to have to use all his strength.
After shaking his body twice, Chu Yan fell to the ground with a thud and fell asleep.
During this sleep, Chu Yan slept for a whole day and a night in the cage of time and space.
With Chu Yan's current strong body and spirit, he can sleep for a day and a night. From this, it can be seen how much energy he has consumed to portray this inscription.
After waking up, Chu Yan couldn't wait to raise his left arm in front of him.
The arms looked as different as usual, but when Chu Yan activates the inscription, an aura of prehistoric aura immediately surged out of his arms.
The air around even burst out with the sound of waves surging at this moment.
Chu Yan's left arm, from his elbow to his fingertips, crackling and crisp sound, and a layer of dark green dragon scales appeared under his skin.
This layer of dragon scales is like strong armor, protecting his arms.
It seems to focus on defense, but the fierce aura that faintly seeps out from the dragon scales is also shocking.
Chu Yan's arm moved slightly, and the dragon scales on his arm suddenly opened.
At this moment, his arm seemed to have turned into a mace.
His five fingers are like dragon claws, sharp, violent, full of fierce and unrivaled aura.
Chu Yan pondered for a moment and called out a stone man to stand in front of him.
He did not use any martial arts, but just pressed it on the stone man's head.
The stone man's head was like a piece of tofu, and it instantly became scattered.
"The power of the Yellow Spring Evil Dragon is not just that." Chu Yan looked at the dragon scales slowly fading from his arm, and a trace of deep meaning appeared in his eyes, "I'm going back, are you ready?"
On the day when Chu Yan successfully portrayed the evil dragon in the Yellow Spring, Shen Qing took the lead and returned to Wanxiang Town.
When Chu Yan learned the news the next day, Shen Qing had been away from the Broken Star Tower for several hours.
Chu Yan actually didn't quite understand how important the Shen family was, and that Shen Qing, who had already entered the sect, would rush back.
But Chu Yan remembered his promise to Shen Qing.
"I'll know when I go." Chu Yan was thinking about this matter in his mind, and he was on the way to meet Hua Muyan.
In the next nearly half a year, he will not be in the Broken Star Tower. Although he is not a formal master-apprentice relationship with Hua Muyan, these etiquettes are still indispensable.
In the Broken Star Tower, it is naturally difficult for others to see Hua Muyan, but for Chu Yan, the apprentice whom Hua Muyan was appointed, it is relatively easy to see his future teacher.
Hua Muyan happened to be not busy today. After Chu Yan saw him, he expressed his intention.