The lotus shadow only flashed in the palm of his hand, silently, so fast that he didn't even notice Sheng Hongyi.

The black qi coiled upward, and after a while, it spontaneously clumped up, and condensed into the shape of a lotus petal.

After condensing, it fluttered towards the big palm print.

The big palm print is naturally also a seven-peer palm, and there is no need to carefully capture the palm marks stacked on top of each other at the edge of it, and when it first hits, the breath spreads, which is almost the same as what Zhou Yuxin made before.

It's just that the explosive power of Brother Jindan is not comparable to Zhou Yuxuan's level.

At the last moment, Sheng Hongyi suddenly became surprisingly calm.

There is no panic, no anger, only indifference in the face of it.

She had already drained her demonic aura, and victory or defeat was here.

Victory, escape, defeat, death.

The palm print was pressed down coldly, and the fierce demonic qi seemed to create a blood-colored world.

Wailing, screaming, bites of all colors and the buzzing of insects and ants suddenly burst into Sheng Hongyi's ears in an instant.

Then, the mountains and seas were overwhelmed, they burrowed into the ears, into the mind, and finally rendered into a bloody scene.

Ren is Sheng Hongyi firmly guarded his divine sense, but Brother Jindan's shot was not so breakable.

She only felt that her divine consciousness was tugging, on one side was her true self, and on the other side was the bewitchment of the bloody land.

Mixed with a terrible voice, the bewitching voice has been persuading:

Sink it, sink it together, as long as you let go gently, you will be at ease and happy for a lifetime......

How dare Sheng Hongyi let go, once she lets go, she hands over the control of Zhihai, so is she like the person who didn't come out of the silverfish forest in the end, becoming the walking dead or the food of the insects or the fertilizer under the roots of the tree?

However, with such a pull, the brain was like a head being split, and the pain was so severe that the eyes were blood-red.

Sheng Hongyi tried her best to suppress the pain, while constantly reciting the secret of her heart, gradually, it seemed to be relieved, and even, vaguely, she seemed to hear the voice of Kou Zhan and others to stop her:

"Stop......"

Later, the voices of reprimands, scolding, and criticism are endless.

Sheng Hongyi didn't hear a word clearly, and he wasn't interested.

In this regard, she has no waves.

It's just a reprimand on the lips how to block Zhou Zi's madness, the palm is out, unless Sheng Hongyi can save herself, no one can save her.

The world seems to have slowed down in Sheng Hongyi's eyes.

The palm print is like a mountain, and it is pressed down fiercely, and below, the lotus petal with the size of a palm still maintains its speed of not being fast or slow, and it meets it.

Sheng Hongyi's eyes swept over the corners, and the last face he saw was Lan Tang's, his eyes were facing each other, his face was pale and anxious, and he didn't seem to be fake.

The palm print and the lotus petal, one big and one small, the gap is huge, so disparity that no one thinks that Sheng Hongyi can live this time.

Kou Zhan's eyes overflowed with regret, Lan Zhen was surprised with the indifference of a bystander, only Lan Tang, he actually made a move.

When Zhou Zi's howling palm attacked, he subconsciously waved his hand, and several wind blades condensed by demonic qi flew out, they were very fast, trying to help Sheng Hongyi stop him.

It's a pity that his strength, in the face of Zhou Zi's howling blow, was like a mayfly shaking a tree, and it was useless.

The magic blade flew out one after another, bravely heading towards the black palm print.

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

Depressed, anxious, worried, emotions surging in, and finally condensed into despair, frozen on Lan Tang's face.

This freeze seems to be eternal, and the moment the four eyes meet, the palm has already pressed down against Sheng Hongyi.

Everyone present had different thoughts, but no one thought that Sheng Hongyi could survive.

The lotus petal finally collided with the palm.

Sheng Hongyi, who was like under the giant mountain, seemed to have a flash of light in his eyes, and just now, the palm print was blocked by the lotus petals.

Sheng Hongyi seems to have seen that glimmer of life suddenly appear, and if he doesn't catch it, he will be a fool!

She didn't have time to think about anything, the desire to survive overcame everything, and the spiritual light poured out from her feet, reflecting the five-colored brilliance.

Only everyone, their eyes were attracted by the palm print, and no one paid attention to it at all.

Under the body, Sheng Hongyi looked in a direction and rushed over without hesitation.

As far as the eye can see, you can only see that the light outside is getting smaller and smaller, and the gaps are getting thinner and thinner.

Sheng Hongyi's body was already extremely low, as thin as a piece of paper, and she could already feel the burning pain under the pressure of the giant mountain covering her back and the back of her head.

The pain tormented her endlessly, as if thousands of insects and ants were descending from the sky, scrambling to burrow into her wounds, feeding on her, and devouring her alive.

Maybe after a dozen breaths, maybe the next moment, or the next moment, they will gnaw even the slag of her bones, and there is nothing left.

But what does it matter?

Thinking about it will only hinder her speed.

Sheng Hongyi gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and accelerated and accelerated.

Only quickly, out of the control of this palm print, can she have a glimmer of life.

Closer, closer.

However, there was only one line left in the gap.

No, she was not reconciled.

She bit the tip of her tongue, a drop of blood poured out of her heart, she had words in her mouth, and the spiritual light under her feet seemed to be suddenly injected with powerful power, and suddenly exploded, like a bright lamp, at the same time, Sheng Hongyi seemed to be retreated from behind, and the speed was extremely fast!

Like a dark shadow, it slipped out of that crack in life.

Almost at the same time, in no particular order, she had just escaped, behind her, rubbing her body, there was a loud bang, flying sand and stones, and suddenly, Sheng Hongyi felt that there seemed to be countless cries behind her to form a kind of resentment, and pushed her back.

Zhihai's pull and extremely fast escape have exhausted everything in Sheng Hongyi.

When the power of resentment rushed fiercely, Sheng Hongyi only had time to curl himself up, and with a shake of his sleeve, the golden shield talisman opened.

After doing all this, her mind sank, as if she was about to exhaust herself and faint, she seemed to think of something, and she reluctantly turned her head to look.

Behind her, through the bloody black qi that was pushing her, she could vaguely see that the black wall tiles of the ancient castle that was getting farther and farther away from her had burst open a lot.

Somewhere, the most terrifying, was already a torrent of blood, which bubbled with blood, and climbed up with the blood mist, and soon, dyed a large area of red around the castle.

In her ears, she also heard the roar of the Kou Zhan:

"Zhou Zihao, what are you doing? The pool of blood is boiling, you know? ”

Sheng Hongyi turned her head and didn't look at it again, she didn't know where to be 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 her whole body had been hollowed out by something, and she was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes.

The next moment, she was in a stupor, barely able to leave a wisp of consciousness to ensure that she would not completely lose consciousness.

(End of chapter)