The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father: 3401 Motion Capacity (3)

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The little monk in the robes seemed to not feel the hot corrosion of the pool water at all.

Step by step towards the center of the pool calmly and calmly.

"I'll go!" Leng Yumo couldn't help exclaiming, "Is the monk's robes a supreme treasure? Or is this little monk pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger from start to finish?"

Jing Yuan in front of him has already reached the center of the pool, and he doesn't know when there is a golden bowl in his hand.

Slowly put the golden bowl into the pool water.

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

Immediately afterwards, the pool water that was already tumbling seemed to be roasted on a fire, and it boiled completely.

The surrounding temperature suddenly increased several degrees.

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

The little monk will be fine, right?

As if to prove her concern.

Suddenly a loud bang came from the blood pool in front.

Leng Yumo watched as the center of the blood pool collapsed, and Jing Yuan's figure was instantly swallowed by the boiling water.

"Little monk!!"

Leng Yumo yelled, and didn't even want to pull out the red lotus sword and jump up.

Buzzing--! !

Suddenly, the long knife in her hand trembled violently.

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

"Woo, what's the matter? Guren, is there anything below that attracts you?"

Leng Yumo desperately tried to pull the knife back, but the suction in the blood pool grew stronger.

Even her soul is almost ripped out.

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

Leng Yumo cursed in a low voice, and could no longer hold it, completely engulfed by a scorching heat wave.

……

It's hot! It hurts!

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

The buzzing sound of the Red Lotus Soulless Knife in her hand is getting sharper and harsher, and the temperature of the handle is getting higher and higher.

Leng Yumo instinctively wanted to put down the knife.

But he realized something and held it tightly.

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

In the surrounding pool, small dusty red spars began to gather towards the blade.

The red lotus sword with a dark red luster exudes a dazzling red light.

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

The pool water, which was originally red and boiling, began to fade and cool in the process, and gradually stopped boiling.

But Leng Yumo is really dying.

She wants to yell.

I want to chop off my hand holding the knife.

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

The burning pain of the soul is definitely not comparable to physical damage.

Just when Leng Yumo could hardly support it.

She felt her body rushed into a cool embrace.

Something touched her forehead, her cheeks, her lips gently and tenderly.

The cold liquid ran down her hot lips into her lips and teeth, and then into her throat.

In a moment, the pain that was originally burning disappeared without a trace.

Leng Yumo opened his eyes strenuously.

The first thing I saw was the worried face of the little monk close at hand.

Leng Yumo sat up abruptly: "Little monk, are you okay? I saw you swallowed by the pool of blood..."

Jing Yuan looked at her blankly.

For the first time, that face that was sometimes green and shy, and sometimes warm and compassionate, was a bit of a bit of a bit of movement.