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Chapter 198: The blood pool boils (first update)
The lotus shadow only flashed in the palm of the hand and disappeared silently, so fast that even Sheng Hongyi didn't notice it.

The black air swirled up, forming a thin strand. After a while, it spontaneously gathered together and condensed into the shape of lotus petals.

After condensing, it drifted towards the big palm print.

The big palm print is naturally the Seven Ultimate Palm, so there is no need to carefully capture the layer upon layer of palm marks on its edge. When it first strikes, the aura spreads out, almost the same as what Zhou Yushun used before.

However, the explosive power of the Golden Pill cultivator is not comparable to Zhou Yushun's level.

At the critical moment, Sheng Hongyi suddenly felt surprisingly calm.

No more panic, no more anger, only the calmness of facing things calmly.

She had drained her demonic energy, and victory or defeat depended on this.

Victory means escape, defeat means death.

The palm print was pressed down hard, and the fierce demonic energy seemed to create a bloody world.

Howls, screams, various bites and the buzzing of insects and ants suddenly exploded in Sheng Hongyi's ears.

Then, overwhelmingly, they got into the ears and into the mind, and finally turned into a scene of blood and flesh.

Ren Shisheng Hongyi tightly clung to her spiritual consciousness, but the attacks of the Jindan monks were not so breakable.

She only felt the pull of her consciousness, between her true self on one side and the bewitchment of the bloody land on the other.

Mixed with the shrill voice, the bewitching voice kept persuading:

Let's sink, let's sink together, just let go gently, and you will be free and happy for the rest of your life...

How dare Sheng Hongyi let go. Once she let go and she handed over control of the sea of ​​consciousness, would she become a walking corpse, food for insects, or fertilizer under tree roots, just like the people who never came out of the beetle forest? ?
However, with such a pull, his brain felt as if his head had been split open, and the pain was so severe that his eyes were blood red.

While Sheng Hongyi tried her best to suppress the pain, she kept reciting the Qingxin Jue. Gradually, she seemed to be relieved. She even vaguely seemed to hear the voices of Kou Zhan and others stopping her:

"stop……"

From behind, there were endless scoldings, curses, and criticisms.

Sheng Hongyi didn't hear a word clearly and was not interested.

She was unfazed by this.

It was just a reprimand that could block Zhou Zihao's madness. The palm was already out. Unless Sheng Hongyi could save herself, no one could save her.

The world seemed to slow down in Sheng Hongyi's eyes.

The palm print was like a mountain, and he pressed down hard. Below, the palm-sized lotus petal still maintained its neither fast nor slow speed and faced it.

Sheng Hongyi glanced around, and the last face he saw was that of Lan Tang. His eyes were facing each other. His face was pale and anxious, and he didn't seem to be faking it.

The palm prints and the lotus petals were one large and one small, and the gap was so huge that no one thought Sheng Hongyi could survive this time.

Kou Zhan's eyes overflowed with regret, Lan Zhan was surprised with the indifference of a bystander, but Lan Tang actually took action.

When Zhou Zihao's palm struck, he subconsciously waved his hand, and several wind blades condensed with demonic energy flew out. They were very fast, trying to stop Sheng Hongyi.

Unfortunately, his power was as useless as a fly shaking a tree in front of Zhou Zihao's full blow.

The demonic blades flew out continuously, heading towards the black palm print bravely.

However, none of those magic blades could reach the edge of the palm print, and they were already disintegrated.

Emotions such as depression, anxiety, and worry surged up, and finally condensed into despair, which was fixed on Lan Tang's face.

This fixed frame seemed to last forever. The moment their eyes met, the palm was already pressing down on Sheng Hongyi.Everyone present had different thoughts, but no one thought that Sheng Hongyi could survive.

Lian Petal finally collided with the palm.

Sheng Hongyi, who was under the giant mountain, had a flash of light in her eyes. Just now, the palm print was blocked by Lotus Petals.

Sheng Hongyi seemed to have seen that glimmer of hope suddenly appearing, and she would be a fool not to seize it!

She didn't have time to think about anything, the desire to survive overwhelmed everything, and the spiritual light gushed out from under her feet, reflecting the brilliance of five colors.

Everyone's eyes were attracted to the palm print, and no one paid attention at all.

With her body skills, Sheng Hongyi looked in a certain direction and rushed over without hesitation.

As far as the field of vision can be seen, the light outside is getting smaller and smaller, and the gaps are getting smaller and smaller.

Sheng Hongyi's body was pressed very low, as thin as a piece of paper, and she could already feel the burning pain from the huge mountain pressing down all over her back and head.

The pain was tormenting her continuously, as if thousands of insects and ants were descending from the air, scrambling to get into her wounds, feeding on her, and trying to devour her alive.

Maybe ten breaths later, maybe the next moment, or the next moment, they will chew up her bones to pieces, leaving no trace left.

However, what does it matter?

Thinking about these things will only hinder her speed.

Sheng Hongyi gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and accelerated again and again.

Only if she quickly escapes from the control of this palm print can she have a chance of survival.

Closer, closer.

However, there is only a thin line left in the gap.

No, she is not reconciled.

She bit the tip of her tongue, and a drop of her heart's blood came out. She muttered something in her mouth, and the spiritual light under her feet seemed to be suddenly injected with powerful power. It suddenly exploded, as bright as a lantern. At the same time, Sheng Hongyi seemed to be pushed back from behind. One handful, the speed is extremely fast!
Like a shadow, it slipped out of the crack of life.

Almost at the same time, in no particular order, she had just escaped. There was a loud bang and flying sand and rocks behind her body. Suddenly, Sheng Hongyi felt that there seemed to be countless cries behind her, forming a force of resentment. Pushed towards her back.

The pull of the sea of ​​consciousness and the extremely fast escape had exhausted everything Sheng Hongyi had.

When the power of resentment came fiercely, Sheng Hongyi only had time to curl up, shook her sleeves, and opened the golden shield talisman.

After doing all this, her mind sank, as if she was about to faint from exhaustion. She seemed to think of something and tried to turn her head to look.

Behind her, through the bloody black air that pushed her, she could vaguely see the black wall tiles of the castle farther and farther away from her exploding.

In one place, the most horrifying thing was that blood was flowing. The blood bubbled with blood and climbed upwards along with the blood mist. Soon, the surrounding area of ​​the castle was dyed red.

In her ears, she also heard Kou Zhan's roar:

"Zhou Zihao, what are you doing? Do you know that the blood pool is boiling?"

Sheng Hongyi turned her head and didn't look again. She didn't know where she was pushed by this resentment, so she only had time to make a sudden sound:
Oh, so this is the blood pool boiling? !

Before she could think about it, she suddenly felt as if something had hollowed out her whole body, and she was so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes.

The next moment, she fell into a coma, barely able to retain a ray of consciousness to ensure that she would not completely lose consciousness.

(End of this chapter)