Chapter 3401: Momentum (3)

The monk in a sullen dress was as if he had not felt the hot corrosion of the pool water at all.
The movement calmly step by step towards the center of the pool.
"I'm going!" Leng Yumo couldn't help but sigh. "Is the young monk's uncle a supreme baby? Or is this young monk playing pig and tiger from beginning to end?"
Jing Yuan in front had reached the middle of the pool, and he did not know when he had a golden bowl in his hand.
Slowly put the golden bowl into the pool of water.
The young monk folded his hands, his eyes closed slightly, and he muttered something in his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, the tumbling pool water was boiling like a scorching fire.
The surrounding temperature suddenly increased by several degrees.
Leng Yumo wiped the sweat from her face and stepped back and forth a few times, but her worried eyes fell on the middle of the pond.
Will the young monk be fine?
As if to prove her concern.
There was a sudden boom in the blood pool in front.
Leng Yumo watched as the center of the blood pool collapsed, and Jing Yuan's figure was immediately swallowed by the boiling water.
"Little monk !!!"
Leng Yumo yelled, but did not want to pull out the red lotus sword and jumped up.
Buzz--! !!
Suddenly, the sword in her hand trembled violently.
A huge force came from the blood pool, dragging her down suddenly.
"Woo, what's going on? Honglian, is there anything appealing to you below?"
Leng Yumo desperately wanted to pull the knife back, but the suction in the blood pool was getting stronger.
Even her soul was almost torn out.
"Fuck! Are you going to die here today ?!"
Leng Yumo uttered a low curse, could no longer support it, and was completely engulfed by a scorching heat wave.
...
So hot! It hurts!
Strangely, Leng Yumo only felt that his three souls and seven souls were about to burn.
And the buzzing sound of the red lotus sword holding in her hand was getting sharper and sharper, and the temperature of the handle was getting higher and higher.
Leng Yumo instinctively wanted to put down the knife.
But realized what, hold it tightly.
Blood penetrated the handle of the knife along her hand, and then slowly fell down.
In the pool water around, tiny red dust crystals began to gather toward the blade.
The red lotus dazzling knife with dark red gloss originally exudes dazzling red light.
On the sword, one red lotus mark after another began to appear.
The original red boiling pool water actually began to fade and cool in the process, and gradually stopped boiling.
But Leng Yumo was really about to die.
She wants to yell.
Want to cut off his hand holding the knife.
She couldn't wait to faint at once, and never wake up again.
The burning pain of the soul is by no means comparable to physical damage.
Just when Leng Yumo could barely support it.
She felt her body embraced in a cool embrace.
Something touched her forehead gently, her cheeks, her lips.
The cold liquid infiltrated her lips along her hot lips and back into her throat.
After a while, the burning pain had disappeared without a trace.
Leng Yumo opened her eyes strenuously.
The first thing I saw was the worried face of the young monk.
Leng Yumo sat up sharply: "Little monk, are you okay? I saw you swallowed by that blood pool ..."
Jing Yuanzhang looked at her.
For the first time, the face that was sometimes green and astringent, sometimes tender and compassionate, brought with it a bit of boneless movement.