The burning pain from all over her body made her body tremble violently.
The rosy lips are instantly dehydrated and chapped.
"Ha...haha..." Arao laughed loudly, "Do you now know what [Burning Flames] is? Hundred Flowers Killing has been held for so many sessions, and no one has ever been able to survive it! This is why you, a lowly woman, resisted fate!"
Yi Lan couldn't help but look away, and bit her lip tightly.
Blood oozed from his lips, but he didn't feel it.
Burning Flame does not affect the monk's body, but directly affects the soul.
This kind of pain did not show on the surface, nor did it destroy the girl's perfect face.
But that kind of pain is a hundred times more intense than just being burned by the physical body.
The stubborn and rebellious girl finally couldn't hold on anymore, bent one knee, and slowly knelt down.
Crystal sweat rolled down her face, dripping on the gravel like rain, and was quickly evaporated by the heat.
Looking at this scene, Arao only felt more and more relaxed.
He controlled the flying carpet and stepped forward, admiring her painful expression while showing a sinister and smug smile.
"[099], I have warned you a long time ago, the pain of the burning flames is not something you can bear, but you just can't control yourself..."
Before Arao finished speaking, he suddenly felt a suffocating pain in his neck.
A slender and slender hand soaked in sweat grabbed his throat tightly, making him unable to breathe and unable to escape.
A girl's hoarse but mocking voice came from beside her ears: "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
Arao looked at her in horror, his voice was trembling and he could hardly make a sound, "You, you, what are you doing?! I am the host of [Hundred Flowers Killing]... All the masters are watching this scene in the mirage, you ... If you dare to attack me, none of them will let you go."
Muyan chuckled, sweat slid down her forehead.
His lips quivered from time to time because of the pain.
But she didn't seem to pay attention to all of this at all, and continued with her hoarse voice: "I have discovered since entering this desert that on this so-called stage of killing flowers, I certainly cannot use my spiritual power, nor can I use my spiritual power." I will be punished by those audience masters you speak of... But, here, I am free."
Muyan's gaze slowly turns to the mirage stone on the ground, the mocking eyes in her eyes are not sure whether it is directed at Huangwei or the person watching at the other end of the mirage stone.
"The lock button can only control me according to the rules of Baihuasha. As long as it is within the scope of the rules, I will kill all the hounds, kill you, the host, and ruin this desert. The male cultivators of Fusang City , there is nothing I can do about it, right?"
Arao's pupils shrank suddenly.
Yi Lanxin on the side also sat up straight suddenly.
In the Palace of Wangyou, Liu Gucheng and those male cultivators were even more shocked and dropped the cups in their hands.
Muyan chuckled, "It seems that I guessed it right."
"You... what are you kidding?!" Arao stammered and shouted, "In Fusang City, no disobedient woman can survive..."
Meeting Muyan's sneering gaze, his voice stopped abruptly.
The corners of his mouth twitched non-stop, and he said sternly, "Well, so what? You, do you dare to kill me? Do you dare to resist the audience master? You are going to get out of [Hundred Flowers Killing] after all. Have you ever thought about your end?"