Su Yi felt the sounds around him magnify in his ears like echoes of a valley. While telling himself to continue and release himself, he telling himself to wake up quickly and not to indulge himself.

The Tianyuan demon soul in my mind seemed to explode, and was torn to pieces frantically. The pain from cells to pores and then to meridians made Su Yi feel like hell deep in the boundless hell.

"ah!"

Su Yi's eyes were covered with blood, his skin was so red that it was rippled. The joints opened with a huge tension, and gurgling blood oozed out, and then he raised his head and let out a long whistle.

"Duanmu! You... go quickly!"

A sound that was close to a roar came from Su Yi's throat, and milky white gas came out of his seven orifices. The high temperature in his body was unimaginable.

At this moment, Su Yi, who was trying his best to control his mind, felt extremely itchy all over his body, and the extremely thick blood and energy kept wandering between the meridians with the fiery and violent attributes.

It was like the explosion of underground magma, and the fire without avail was filled with extremely terrible desires, remnants, and obsessions.

The hot demon dragon poison is eroding himself at any time. The hot temperature on his body makes Su Yi unable to control himself and resists the desire in his heart. Even his skin begins to turn into a dark red like a soldering iron, which is very terrifying.

Su Yi instantly felt that his meridians began to break, and his brain was suddenly pressed down with force and was uncontrollable. With a little force, his heart and soul would collapse and his life would be lost on the spot.

The next moment, Su Yi shouted angrily, fisted his right hand, and used all his strength to bombard his left arm.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound broke out in the gully, and Su Yi's left hand drooped softly.

The severe pain caused by the broken hand bone made Su Yi suddenly wake up, a splendid light shot out from his eyes, and a long white turbid breath exhaled from his mouth.

"Go away! Don't worry about me!" Su Yi said word by word, and it seemed extremely laborious.

The big sweat beads kept dripping on Duanmu Xiaoman's clothes under her body, and a large area was instantly wet.

"I must not defile you, Duanmu, please... go!" The words squeezed out from the cracks of the teeth were covered with blood and sweat.

Then, his right hand, which was standing alone on the ground, began to tremble. Su Yi knew that he could not hold on for long.

Duanmu has no strength at this time. If he is controlled by the blood-colored demon dragon, not only Duanmu will be humiliated, but both of them will fail.

Duanmu Xiaoman has always been pure and pure, like a dream fairy. Even the dust will not cause her to be contaminated by her. Moreover, her behavior today has violated her bottom line. If there is a serious next step, Duanmu Xiaoman who survives in the future will definitely not survive.

"Boy, are you crazy? Can the Blood Dragon Poison be resisted by you, the Yuanhuang Realm? If you endure it, you will definitely die!"

The Iron Soul roared. It didn't understand, and it couldn't understand what Su Yi was protecting, and what Duanmu Xiaoman, as the Lord of the Heavenly Palace, was insisting on!

"It's impossible! Demon Dragon, come just! Don't try to influence me!" Su Yi roared wildly, his breath in his mouth was extremely heavy, like a volcanic breath gushing.

"Bang bang bang!"

The severe pain made Su Yi constantly tap the ground with his right hand. The fire-attribute vitality surged, punching the ground one after another, until the joints broke and blood was dripping, and the pain in his mind could not be stopped.

"Go! Go quickly!"

Duanmu Xiaoman under her looked at Su Yining who was willing to die, but she refused to submit, rather die than defile herself.

Su Yi's figure between the moon's eyes gradually blurred, and tears flowed down speechlessly.

This is the second time today Duanmu shed tears for Su Yi. Duanmu himself refused to believe that a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old could do this for himself.

The image of the tenacious and unyielding boy was once again evoked from his mind, and his white jade-like neck and chin trembled slightly.

Countless pearl lights fell, Duanmu Xiaoman looked sad and stretched out her slender hands and hit Su Yi's body.

"The Heaven-Driven Art!"

This is the only thing Duanmu Xiaoman can help Su Yi now. His soul crushed his hands and pressed against Su Yi's body, and Xueyan's pink neck twitched in an instant.

"Su Yi, you must hold on. After you go out, I will never let you down!" Duanmu Xiaoman said tremblingly in his heart.

"Bang!"

The fierce attack of the Heaven-Driving Art made Su Yi fly high to the horizon, and then land heavily in the distant gully. The huge impact force directly turned the gully into a deep pit, which was shocking.

Su Yi, who was lying in the center of the pit, curled up in his body, and his tears flowed, like an addicted patient, his limbs kept twitching and his mind was closed.

When the Heaven-Driving Art enters the body, only a trace of light exists in my mind, and a little consciousness remains in it. Su Yi feels that he is no longer familiar with the information and methods of the Heaven-Driving Art that he cannot be familiar with.

"Senior, have I practiced the Heaven-Driving Art?"

Su Yi's memory returned to the original Barbarian Demon Valley. He watched himself in the distance, sitting cross-legged, and his handprints changed one after another, feeling the wind, nature, and everything he could feel.

He was concentrating on practicing and feeling the existence of Zhou Kong's remnant soul as much as he could. Su Yi, who was sleeping in a piece of blood, seemed to be inspired and murmured.

"Seeing the remnant soul, feeling the remnant soul..."

"Stay calm and don't be impatient..."

Countless attempts, countless failures, countless falls and countless falls have re-created myself. Isn’t my current situation the same as myself who practiced the Heaven-Driving Art back then?

The blood dragon's remnant soul filled with blood energy wanted to be reborn with its body. The demonic thoughts and desires made Su Yi lose direction and it was difficult to calm down to find the position of the remnant soul. He had to let it merge. Su Yi wanted to practice the Heaven-Driven Art again.

In the blood red, Su Yi felt that the vital energy that had just squeezed out of the meridians was still remaining in the deep sea of ​​Taixu.

Following the soul light silk of Duanmu Xiaoman's Heaven-Driven Art, Su Yi's spiritual consciousness also wandered among the eight meridians of the body, and finally gathered in the Taixu Divine Sea.

This quiet exploration made Su Yi feel a little calm and progress in his body. The light threads and vital energy merged, like a palm stretching out from the calm and unwavering lake surface, ripples rippled layer by layer.

The vitality began to restless, and this feeling of comfort was unprecedented. The Hunyuan Supreme Technique slowly began to activate, and the empty soul energy began to gather again.

At this moment, Su Yi was truly entering a wonderful state.

Lying in a deep pit, like an old monk entering into meditation, but it is like being connected to time, to heaven and earth, and to nature.

Duanmu Xiaoman stood up weakly and looked at Su Yi in the deep pit, still with deep red skin.

But invisibly, Su Yi's soul energy and breath have begun to operate faintly.
Chapter completed!