Chapter 3401

The little monk in the cassock is like he doesn't feel the hot corrosion of the pool water at all. Move calmly and calmly to the middle of the pool step by step“ I'll go Leng Yumo couldn't help exclaiming, "is it the little monk's cassock or the supreme treasure? Or is this little monk playing pig and eating tiger from beginning to end? " Jingyuan in front of him had already reached the center of the pool. He had a golden bowl in his hand. The golden bowl is slowly put into the pool water. The little monk put his hands together, closed his eyes slightly, and murmured something in his mouth. Then, the boiling water was like baking on a hot fire, boiling up completely. The temperature around has risen by several degrees. Leng Yumo wiped the sweat from his face and stepped back several steps, but his worried eyes were not in the middle of the pool. Will little monk be ok? As if to confirm her concerns. In front of the blood pool suddenly came a loud bang. Leng Yumo watched the center of the blood pool collapse. Jingyuan's figure was engulfed by the boiling water“ Little monk! " Leng Yumo yelled, but he didn't want to pull out the red lotus soul grabbing sword and jump up. Hum, hum, hum!! Suddenly, the knife in her hand trembled violently. A huge force came from the blood pool and pulled her down“ Woo, what's going on? Honglian, what's attracting you down here? " Leng Yumo desperately wants to pull the knife back, but the suction in the blood pool is increasing. Even her soul was almost torn out“ Shit! Are you going to die here today? " Cold feather foam low curse, no longer support, completely engulfed by a scorching heat wave so hot! It hurts! In a daze, Leng Yumo felt that his soul was about to burn. The buzzing sound of the red lotus soul grabbing knife in her hand became more and more sharp, and the temperature of the handle became higher and higher. Leng Yumo instinctively wants to put down the knife. But I realized something. I held it tightly. The blood seeped through the handle of the knife along her hand and then slowly flowed down the blade. In the water around the pool, small red crystal stones like dust began to gather towards the blade. The red lotus soul grabbing sword with dark red luster gives off a dazzling red light. On the blade, one red lotus mark after another began to appear. The pool water, which was originally red and boiling, began to fade and cool down in this process, and gradually stopped boiling. But Leng Yumo is really in agony. She wanted to shout. I want to cut off my hand. She even wanted to pass out immediately and never wake up again. The pain of soul burning is by no means comparable to the physical injury. Just when the cold plume could hardly hold up. She felt that her body was held in a cool embrace. Something gently touched her forehead, her cheek, her lips. The cold liquid flowed down her hot lips, into her teeth, and into her throat. All of a sudden, the original burning pain disappeared without a trace. Leng Yumo opened his eyes with difficulty. The first thing I saw was the worried face of the little monk. Leng Yumo suddenly sat up: "little monk, are you ok? I see you are swallowed by the blood pool... "Jingyuan looks at her. That sometimes green and shy, sometimes warm and compassionate face, for the first time with a bit of bone moving.