The little monk in cassock seemed not to feel the scorching heat and corrosion of the pool water at all.
The movement is calm and calm, step by step towards the center of the pool.
"I'll go!" Leng Yumo couldn't help exclaiming, "Is the little monk's cassock a supreme treasure? Or is this little monk pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger from the beginning to the end?"
Jing Yuan in front had already reached the center of the pool, and at some point in his hand there was a golden bowl.
He is slowly putting the golden bowl into the pool water.
The little monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes slightly, and muttered something in his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, the already tumbling pool water boiled completely as if it were being roasted on a raging fire.
The surrounding temperature suddenly increased several degrees.
Leng Yumo wiped off the sweat flowing from her face, and took several steps back, but her worried eyes fell on the center of the pool for a moment.
The little monk will be fine, right
As if to confirm her concerns.
Suddenly there was a loud bang in the blood pool ahead.
Leng Yumo watched helplessly as the center of the pool of blood collapsed, and Jing Yuan's figure was instantly swallowed by the boiling water.
"Little monk!!"
Leng Yumo yelled, and without even thinking about it, she pulled out the Red Lotus Seizing Soul Knife and jumped on it.
Buzz buzz! !
Suddenly, the long knife in her hand trembled violently.
A huge force came from the blood pool and pulled her down suddenly.
"Woo, what's going on? Guren, is there something attracting you down here?"
Leng Yumo desperately tried to pull the knife back, but the suction in the blood pool was getting stronger and stronger.
Even her soul was almost torn out.
"Fuck! Are you going to die here today?!"
Leng Yumo cursed in a low voice, unable to hold on any longer, and was completely engulfed by a scorching heat wave.
…
So hot! It hurts!
In a daze, Leng Yumo only felt that her three souls and seven souls seemed to be on fire.
And the buzzing sound of the Red Lotus Seizing Soul Knife in her hand became more and more piercing, and the temperature of the handle of the knife became higher and higher.
Leng Yumo instinctively wanted to put down the knife.
But he realized something and held on tightly.
Blood seeped into the handle of the knife along her hand, and then slowly flowed down the blade.
In the surrounding pool water, small dust-like red crystals began to gather towards the blade.
The Red Lotus Duopu Dao, which already had a dark red luster, exuded a dazzling red light.
On the blade, red lotus marks began to appear one after another.
The originally crimson boiling pool water actually began to cool down during this process, and gradually stopped boiling.
But Leng Yumo was really in pain.
She wants to yell.
Want to cut off the hand holding the knife.
She even wished that she would pass out immediately and never wake up again.
The burning pain of the soul is by no means comparable to the damage of the body.
Just when Leng Yumo could barely hold on.
She felt her body being embraced into a cool embrace.
Something gently and tenderly touched her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
The cold liquid seeped into her lips and teeth along her hot lips, and then flowed into her throat.
In an instant, the original burning pain disappeared without a trace.
Leng Yumo struggled to open her eyes.
The first thing I saw was the worried face of the little monk who was close at hand.
Leng Yumo sat up abruptly: "Little monk, are you alright? I saw you being swallowed by that pool of blood..."
Jing Yuan stared at her blankly.
That face, which was sometimes young and shy, and sometimes warm and compassionate, was a bit deeply moved for the first time.