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

He walked calmly and calmly step by step towards the center of the pool.

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

In front of him, Jingyuan had already reached the center of the pool, and he didn't know when he had a golden bowl in his hand.

He is slowly putting the golden bowl into the pool water.

The little monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes slightly, and murmured something in his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the already rolling pool water began to boil completely, as if it were being roasted on a raging fire.

The surrounding temperature suddenly increased several degrees.

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

Will the little monk be okay?

As if to confirm her worries.

A loud rumbling sound suddenly came from the blood pool ahead.

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

"Little monk!!"

Leng Yumo shouted, and without thinking, he pulled out the Red Lotus Soul Seizing Sword and jumped up.

Buzz buzz!!

Suddenly, the long knife in her hand trembled violently.

A huge force came from the blood pool and pulled her down suddenly.

"Ugh, what's going on? Honglian, is there something attracting you down here?"

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

Even her soul was almost torn out.

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

Leng Yumo cursed in a low voice, unable to hold on any longer, and was completely engulfed by a scorching heat wave.

…

So hot! It hurts!

In a daze, Leng Yumo felt as if her three souls and seven souls were about to burn up.

The buzzing sound of the Red Lotus Soul Seizing Sword she held in her hand became increasingly sharp and harsh, and the temperature of the handle became higher and higher.

Leng Yumo instinctively wanted to put down the knife.

But he realized something and held on tightly.

Blood seeped into the handle of the knife along her hand, and slowly flowed down the blade.

In the surrounding pool water, red crystals as small as dust began to gather towards the blade.

The Red Lotus Soul Seizing Sword, which originally had a dark red luster, emitted a dazzling red light.

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

The originally red and boiling water in the pool actually began to become lighter and cooler during this process, and gradually stopped boiling.

But Leng Yumo was really in pain.

She wanted to yell.

I want to cut off the hand holding the knife.

She even wished she could faint right now and never wake up again.

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

Just when Leng Yumo could hardly hold on anymore.

She felt like her body was being held in a cool embrace.

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

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

In an instant, the burning pain disappeared without a trace.

Leng Yumo opened her eyes with difficulty.

The first thing I saw was the worried face of the young monk who was so close.

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

Jingyuan looked at her blankly.
Chapter completed!