Chapter 3401 Moving (Three)

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The little monk wearing a cassock didn't seem to feel the scorching corrosion of the pool water at all.

The action calmly and calmly walked towards the center of the pool step by step.

"I'll go!" Leng Yumo couldn't help but exclaimed, "Is the little monk's cassock a supreme treasure? Or is this little monk pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger from beginning to end?"

Jingyuan in front had already reached the center of the pool, and he had a golden bowl in his hand at some point.

He is slowly putting the golden bowl into the water.

The little monk put his hands together, his eyes slightly closed, and he muttered something in his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the already tumbling pool water boiled completely like it was being roasted on a raging fire.

The surrounding temperature suddenly increased several degrees.

Leng Yumo wiped the sweat from her face and stepped back several steps, but her worried eyes fell on the center of the pool for a moment.

Will the little monk be okay?

As if to confirm her concerns.

Suddenly there was a loud bang in the blood pool in front.

Leng Yumo watched helplessly as the center of the blood pool collapsed, and Jingyuan's figure was instantly engulfed by the boiling water.

"Little monk!!"

Leng Yumo shouted, and without even thinking about it, she took out the red lotus seizing sword and jumped up.

humming-! !

Suddenly, the long knife in her hand trembled violently.

A huge force came from the blood pool, pulling her down suddenly.

"Wow, what's going on? Red Lotus, is there something here that attracts you?"

Leng Yumo desperately wanted to pull the knife back, but the suction in the blood pool was getting bigger and bigger.

Even her soul was almost torn out.

"Damn! Are you going to die here today?!"

Leng Yumo let out a low curse, unable to hold it any longer, and was completely engulfed by a scorching heat wave.

...

So hot! It hurts!

In a daze, Leng Yumo only felt that his three souls and seven souls were about to burn.

And the humming sound of the red lotus seizing sword she held in her hand became sharper and harsher, and the temperature of the hilt became higher and higher.

Leng Yumo instinctively wanted to put down the knife.

But he realized something and held it tightly.

The blood penetrated the handle of the knife along her hand, and then slowly flowed down the blade.

In the surrounding pools, red spar as small as dust began to gather towards the blade.

The red lotus seizing sword, which already had a dark red luster, radiated a dazzling red light.

On the blade, red lotus marks began to appear one after another.

The pool water, which was originally red and boiling, actually began to lighten and cool down during this process, and gradually stopped boiling.

But Leng Yumo was really about to suffer.

She wanted to yell.

I want to chop off my hand holding the knife.

She even wished that she would pass out immediately and never wake up again.

The pain of the burning soul is by no means comparable to the physical damage.

Just when Leng Yumo could barely hold on.

She felt her body being embraced in a cool embrace.

Something softly touched her forehead, her cheek, her lips.

The cold liquid seeped into her lips and teeth along her hot lips, and then flowed down 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 suddenly: "Little monk, are you all right? I saw that you were swallowed by that blood pool..."

Jing Yuan stared at her blankly.

That sometimes green and shy, sometimes warm and compassionate face, for the first time, brought a bit of bone-chilling moving expression.

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