I am a hereditary jailer, start to suppress the eldest princess

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We're here at Cell 99.

Zhang Yu stepped forward quickly, opened the cell door, Yang Pingan walked in, and he followed.

Not long here.

Hey, after Xiao Ran tortured him again, Patriarch Beiming had already fallen asleep.

Unexpectedly, they heard the sound of the door opening again, and when they opened their eyes, the two strangers felt the breath of the same clan from the young man in the black mang dragon robe.

A pair of old eyes lit up, looking at Yang Pingan hotly.

"How many people came?"

Yang Pingan was taken aback for a moment, he just asked how many people came?Could it be that this old guy came to rescue him by treating himself as a member of the North Sea Dragon Clan?

After thinking about it, I was relieved.

His blood was passed down to the previous generation of the North Sea Dragon Clan patriarch, pure dragon blood, it is reasonable to admit his mistakes.

"Just me."

"Just you?" Patriarch Beiming was suspicious.

"En." Yang Pingan nodded.

"Then how did you get in? What about Xiao Ran? Did you kill him?"

"Come in."

"What about him?"

"I didn't see it." Yang Pingan said.

Looking at Zhang Yu, "Why didn't you kill him?"

"???" Zhang Yu was suspicious, with a question mark on his head.

His scrutinizing eyes swept over them. If the eldest princess hadn't confirmed Yang Pingan's identity, he would have already done it now.

Out of trust in the eldest princess, he kept silent and watched silently.

"My own people." Yang Pingan replied.

"Your people?" Patriarch Beiming was suspicious.

"you can say it this way."

"Okay! That's good!" Patriarch Beiming was excited.

"Worthy of being a member of my North Sea Dragon Clan, his methods are extraordinary. Even the captain of the sky prison can subdue him. He walked in from the outside openly, which gave us a hard face."

Seeing that Yang Ping'an was still in a daze, he scolded him.

"Don't stand there stupidly, hurry up and open the dragon lock chain on my ancestor's body, and then untie the lute bone of my ancestor."

"The dragon lock chain is a spiritual treasure, and I can't break it with my strength." Yang Pingan shook his head.

"You don't have Lingbao?"

"No."

"You are at the third level of the Zhan Zunjing, transform into a real body and shoot with all your strength, try to see if you can break through." Patriarch Beiming looked serious.

"Row."

Zhang Yu wanted to say something, but Yang Pingan patted him on the shoulder and smiled slightly, "Didn't you hear what the ancestor said? Still not backing away."

"cocoa……"

"I know what you are worried about. Although the dragon lock chain is powerful, the ancestor must be saved!" Yang Pingan interrupted him.

This time Zhang Yu understood.

His last word "save" was very meaningful.

Stand back to the side and make room.

"Roar!" Yang Pingan roared.

The red aura shot up into the sky, transforming into a real body, but controlled the size, only a dozen feet in size, and the pure dragon power spread out.

Under this dragon power, Zhang Yu retreated subconsciously.

Fortunately, Yang Ping'an received it in time, otherwise he would be uncomfortable.

"The junior is offended!" Yang Ping'an said.

"En." Patriarch Beiming confirmed.

This is his direct descendant of the North Sea Dragon Clan. His aura can change, but his real body can't, especially the dragon-shaped imprint between his eyebrows that belongs exclusively to the North Sea Dragon Clan.

I was skeptical just now, but now I completely believe it.

"Break it!" Yang Pingan growled.

With a domineering probe of the dragon claw, the power reached its limit, and the red light burst out, grabbing the dragon chain.

Keng!

A series of sparks came out, even with his move, he could kill the same level, but not even a trace was left.

"Old Ancestor, you can't do that!" Yang Ping'an stopped and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

"How could this be?" Patriarch Beiming was puzzled.

"The dragon lock chain should be a top-notch spiritual treasure, and the material used is very hard, so the younger generation will not be able to break it." Yang Pingan said.

With a hesitant face, he hesitated.

"Just say what you want, you don't have to be so taboo in front of my ancestor."

"Old Ancestor, don't you have a Lingbao or Tongtian Lingbao?"

"My ancestor, if I have the Tongtian Lingbao on me, will I still end up like this? Not to mention the masters of the Longyuan Academy Palace, even if the masters of the four university palaces attack together, I will not be afraid of it!"

"This won't work, and that won't work. Is there no other way?" Yang Pingan pretended to be angry.

"Ancestor, I do have a spirit treasure in my body. It is still a natal spirit treasure. It has been sacrificed by the ancestor for thousands of years, and I will soon advance to the Tongtian Lingbao."

Sighed.

"Forget it! Let you try!"

Opening his mouth and spitting out, a small blue sword rushed out of his mouth, and in a flash of the wind, it changed into a seven-foot size, surrounded by blue light, and a destructive sword energy came out from the sword.

The aura it exudes vaguely reaches the Tongtian Lingbao, but it is only the last step.

Then assist some heaven-defying treasures, and re-sacrifice it.

"This is my ancestor's Beiming sword. Although it is not a heaven-reaching spiritual treasure, it has been raised by my ancestor Yun for so many years. Even my powerful physical body cannot block its sword."

Looking at the dragon chain that bound him.

"Although the Dragon Lock Chain is strong, it is still no match for Beiming Sword!"

"Thank you, ancestor, for giving me the treasure!" Yang Ping'an grabbed the Beiming sword.

After waving twice, without using any monster power, the bright sword energy surged out like a long river in the sun.

"Good sword."

"That's natural!" Patriarch Beiming held his head proudly.

"If it wasn't for the fact that the Beiming Sword hadn't yet advanced into the Tongtian Lingbao, they wouldn't have been able to catch this ancestor at all this time."

Seeing that Yang Ping'an was only admiring the Beiming sword, and didn't do anything, he urged.

"Don't look, hurry up and rescue this ancestor! When you return to Beihai, this ancestor will give you a spiritual treasure."

"Don't bother the ancestor." Yang Pingan shook his head.

Facing his puzzled eyes, he continued.

"The Beiming Sword is pretty good, and I like it very much, why don't we just give up!"

"Presumptuous!" Patriarch Beiming yelled angrily with his eyes wide open.

The ferocity is solid, thick as a mountain, and it hits the face to suppress it.

Even if the lute bone is sealed and the dragon lock chain is tied to his body, this aura is still very powerful.

Zhang Yu was suppressed on the ground immediately, unable to move.

And Yang Ping'an's red aura swirled around, blocking all this fierce power.

With a sneer, "Calling you Patriarch, I've given you face, right?"

"Roar!"

With a roar, the terrifying dragon chant resounded, and he opened his mouth to swallow, and the devouring power circulated, transforming into an invisible big mouth, swallowing the ominous power suppressed by Patriarch Beiming in one gulp.

Without the momentum to suppress, Zhang Yu stood up from the ground with lingering fear.

"Get the bottle ready." Yang Ping'an reminded.

The Beiming sword stabbed out quickly and accurately, and landed on his chest. Just as the ancestor Beiming said, the Beiming sword was very strong and could break through his defenses, leaving a sword mark on his chest.

The dragon's blood flowed out, and the power contained in it was too great, and it was also very amazing.

Zhang Yu was in a hurry, he didn't prepare a bottle, where should he find it now?

But he couldn't help it, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he took out the wine jar, poured out the wine inside, and held the wine jar to catch the dragon's blood.

"Break it for me!" Yang Ping'an's face was grim.

The Dao Fruit rushed out of the body, suspended above the head, with the help of the power of the Dao Fruit, and then used the power of the demon and the physical body to the limit, with a sudden stab, the Beiming Sword went deep again, and more dragon blood flowed out.

but.

He didn't take out the Beiming sword, once he took out the sword, with the terrifying resilience of the ancestor Beiming.

It won't be long before the wounds on his body will heal on their own.

"Who are you?" Patriarch Beiming gritted his teeth.

"Yang Pingan!"

"Nonsense! There is no one with the surname Yang in the North Sea Dragon Clan."

"Yang Tengxue!" Yang Ping'an said his mother's name.

"It's her!" Patriarch Beiming's pupils shrank.

Even if he was in seclusion, he had heard about what happened back then.

Furthermore.

Although Yang Tengxue is neither a real dragon nor a real spirit, her bloodline is very special, it is actually a soaring snake!

At a high level of cultivation, even compared with the blood of the true spirit, it is not bad at all, and it is even three points stronger.