When Mu Yan crashed into Qiankun Ding, his mind was still a little confused, thinking that it was like a furnace inside, the kind that would be burned into charcoal.

However, it was extremely cool inside, and there were many patterns on the inner wall of the Ding, like ancient divine beasts, which were a little similar to those seen in the Spirit Measuring Temple.

There is not a trace of water stains in the ding, although it is cool, the whole thing is like a burning furnace, red and scorching.

Mu Yan looked around, not knowing how to open the seal, and he didn't find any mechanism or anything inside.

Suddenly, the jade flute in her hand came out of her hand, and after lingering above her head for a few weeks, it began to glow with a faint red light.

The coolness in the ding dissipated one by one, and Mu Yan felt hot at this time, and the uncomfortable feeling made her feel like she wanted to escape, but at this time, the red light had already filled the entire ding, and all the exits had been closed.

I'll go!

Mu Yan complained in her heart, she still had to treat her like an alchemy.

She was the kind of person who would rather freeze to death than die of heat, the air around her was getting hotter and hotter, and she squinted her eyes as the jade flute continued to release red light.

Heat, that's what it should come from.

As the heat became more and more out of control, Mu Yan regretted it, he knew that if he didn't open the seal, wouldn't it be good to hold Junli's thigh?

Why do you want to come to live and suffer, is this a roasted sweet potato? She felt like she was going to be able to rip her face off.

After a while, she felt the dark tide in her body surging, and an inexplicable force began to gather, as if her internal organs wanted to explode.

She didn't know how many times she had experienced this feeling, but this time it was so devastating, and she even wanted to be relieved immediately and escape from this pain.

Mu Yan rolled in pain in the ding, touched the wall of the ding, and the cold and biting feeling came, she felt that it was better to freeze to death, so she lay down in the ding, absorbing a steady stream of cold air.

She thought, as long as she was still in the ding, it should be the same, anyway, she was dead horizontally and vertically, and she didn't want to be roasted to death.

Thinking like this, she put her mind at ease and endured the two heavens of ice and fire, and after her belly was cold for a while, she rolled over to make her back cold.

She must have been like a pancake, tossing and turning.

The jade flute seemed to gather countless red lights, and the Qiankun Ding seemed to be a container that could never be contained, and she almost forgot that it could hold the entire East China Sea.

The temperature in the tripod space is getting higher and higher, the ice on the tripod wall is getting colder and colder, Mu Yan is drooping his eyelids, and his heart is extremely tired, so can't these two temperatures be compromised?

Scattered fragments come to mind, like familiar and unfamiliar scenes, scattered and not pieced together.

She whispered softly, "In the past and present lives, was it all you?" ”

"Who am I? How can there be so many messy memories? ”

She traveled from modern times, but those sporadic memories seem to be a long time ago, a long time away......

When will this pain of purgatory end, she is like an immortal, no matter how she roasts and freezes, she is still alive tenaciously, but she must be soberly feel this pain.

Mu Yan wanted to scold her mother, which god set a seal in her body? Is he a pervert? He should have come and experienced it himself.

She couldn't open her eyes, only saw a red light, and she continued to roll uncomfortably, and there seemed to be some sound of breaking in the dantian.

It hurts!

My aunt doesn't hurt as much as it, and it's probably just like that when she gives birth.

It hurts!

She finally couldn't help but cry out in pain, "Junli, save me......"

"Or ...... Kill me! ”