Chapter 1992: : Shi Jie baptism!

At this moment, everyone's gaze gradually returned to God. Under the direction of Duanmu Xiongtu, the only focus of the audience once again fell on Su Yi's body.
A teenager who has a vengeance with the Holy Mountain is actually going to accept the baptism of the innate King. Isn’t that a joke?
Everyone's face is full of doubts, there are doubts, but also cold, more ridiculous, Duanmu Xiong figure walked in front of everyone, visually Su Yi.
"I will remind you at the end that the innate King's temperament and the Golden Heaven's squad may be different. The innate temperament is enough to destroy a martial artist who has no sacred spirit! Su Xiaoyou, ready, go in. Let's go!"
Su Yi took a deep breath and lazily stretched out his waist, and his gaze suddenly appeared a trace of coldness.
Then, with a light grip on Duanmu Manman's jade hand, the body shape turned into a glimmer of light and rushed to Shengwutang.
"Su Yi, you must keep your little life, if you can't come out, it would be too bad!" Still standing in the same place, the long wind, no longer looking at the snow red building, sullen face.
Snow red building is also considered, this is the people of the Holy Mountain, as long as Su Yi this can not be baptized, this holy mountain can still follow the plan.
Su Yi's body in the air is like a stunned, high jump over the top of the long wind, and a hint of coldness emerges from the teeth.
"Then keep your eyes open, look at it!" Su Yi sneered.
In the next second, Su Yi took a fierce and rushed into the holy martial arts hall.
On time, the overwhelming golden light filled the sky, Su Yi's body was quickly wrapped in the ancient charm, and soon Su Yi's soul was caught in it.
"Hey!"
In the holy martial arts, there are more than a dozen pillars hanging in the square, and the high invisible top is not visible.
From north to south, according to the topography, the vertical and horizontal roads of the six curved and eighteen bends are formed, just like centrifugation.
Six golden paving, the quaint and far-reaching path twists and turns, clear and sacred, with golden light all the way to the center, like a river.
In the middle of the center, there is a quaint golden light, standing on a stone-made raft, full of half a person.
The air is quiet and quiet, and the external snoring is far away, so I can only hear my breathing.
When Su Yi gradually opened his eyes, he could feel a huge pressure that was holding himself down.
When the meridians are blocked, the vital energy gradually solidifies, and the skin and flesh and blood are swollen like balloons. Suddenly, the heart is condensed, and the ancient demon is quickly operated. According to the route of the scorpio, the vitality flows like a trickle in the wide meridians.
The stars are surging, and the golden light on the zenith echoes, and the whole world is shining and shining.
"A strong pressure!"
Chi Feihong's breathing is gradually rushing, and the folds of the skin are slightly moving, which is obviously not suitable for the environment in front of us!
The same feeling of uncomfortable is the iron soul, seriously injured and returned to repair the iron soul of the demon sect, even if you are in the porch, the outside pressure is not much better.
Zhou Zhou is like a suffocating general pressure will Su Yi whole package, the horror of the pressure is like a wave of rolling, waveless, Su Yi eyes with a strong eye, and take a heavy step toward the central stone.
"Hey!"
Every time Su Yi takes a step, the blood in the body will boil, the soul will tremble, and the heart will tremble with it, and the pain will follow!
"There is only the flesh and soul of Su Yi, so that you can walk to this step without relying on the sacred king!" Seeing Su Yi getting closer and closer to Shijie, the mouth of Chi Feihong trembles constantly.
Gritted teeth, drums, as if returning to the storm of time and space, after receiving the storm baptism, Su Yi's flesh and blood has reached a new level, even if the blue veins rise, flesh and blood swell, blood is like a surge of magma These are not big things for Su Yi!
The hot and reddening of the Yuanyuan demon, like a small sun, shines in the heart of the sea. The closer to the stone sarcophagus, the heavier the soul is, and the more you feel the fear of being extracted!
Time flies past the quicksand, and Su Yi has been in the holy martial arts for half an hour. When the final step is completed, Su Yi looks at the unremarkable stone sarcophagus, and the dumb throat screams.
"open!"
At the time, the violent violent violent, the golden light of the scorpion descended from the sky, as if the gods and singers sang, and the ancient rituals sounded from a distance.
Like the towering giant tree, Wu Tianwei suddenly squats, and Shi Yan suddenly opens.
The golden light is shining, the power is impressive, and the terrible power can instantly turn over the entire dome, enough to destroy the light of all things to cover Su Yi.
Su Yi's soul suddenly swayed in the depths, the incomparable breath, the light and shadow fluttering, the beasts of the beasts, the war is erratic, and bleak.
Hundreds of powerful people who transcend human imagination are fighting in the sky, the light is shining, the waves are rising, and the sacred atmosphere is full of the sky!
"Wake up, Su Yi! You enter the illusion!" Iron Soul is equally uncomfortable, with a blank face and a loud scream.
Su Yi's eyes are sloppy, his heart is fleshy, and he only cares about the wonderful scenes in front of him. The mysterious power is empty and diffuse, and it is strange and strange.
The sound of the iron soul swayed farther and farther, Su Yi could hear, but he could not wake up, and the pupil gradually lost its luster.
Daddy, a very clear and moving, crystal milk sound like a drop of ice spring into the heart of Su Yi.
"Big brother, this light is so comfortable!" The bottle squinted, the big dream began to wake up, and yawned in the air, whispering.
The sound is pleasing to the ear, but it is like an ethereal day sound. It will take Su Yi back from the demon battle of destroying the earth and destroying the earth. When Su Yi’s heart is converging and his eyes are dignified.
The Gorefiend Sword has been wrapped in the stone sarcophagus, and the golden light is shining. The golden light of Zhou Tian is like a flood.
The red sword pattern circulates, and the black face of the lacquered black sword flashes out the cute face of the bottle, revealing a slight smile.
"Big brother, come chase me!"
"boom!"
"Oh wow!"
The sarcophagus was closed, and the Gorefiend Sword was covered. He only heard a scream from the bottle, and he cried in the sky. Su Yi’s face changed sharply.
"What's wrong! Bottle!" Su Yi!
It’s been half an hour since Su Yi went in.
In front of the Shengwu Palace, the length of the wind was slightly picked up by the mouth of the wind, and the pride was not concealed.
"Great, Su Yi is finally dead! No effort! Hahaha!"
The arrogant laughter attracted everyone's dissatisfaction with the family and the Heavenly Palace, and Duanmu's face was slightly cold, and the light was covered with frost.
"You should let him take the chasing stone." Duanmu 筱man whispered, Duanmu Qingtian looked in his eyes, the same frown lock.
"My God, everyone sees! What is that!"