At this moment, everyone's eyes gradually came to their senses. Under Duanmu Xiongtu's instructions, the only focus of the audience fell on Su Yi again.

Isn't this a joke that a young man with a deep hatred of the Holy Mountain is coming to receive the baptism of the innate Holy King's aura?

Everyone's face was full of doubt, some were shocked, some were cold, and even more sarcastic. Duanmu Xiong walked past everyone and looked at Su Yi.

"I will remind you one last time that the aura of the innate Saint King is different from the Golden Heaven Array. The most powerful and fierce innate aura is enough to immediately destroy a warrior without the aura of the Saint King! Su Xiaoyou, be ready, go in!"

Su Yi took a deep breath, stretched his waist lazily, and a trace of coldness suddenly appeared in his dispersed gaze.

Then, he gently grabbed Duanmu Xiaoman's jade hand, and his figure turned into a ray of light and rushed towards the Shengwu Hall.

"Su Yi, I must keep your life. If I can't get out, it would be too unfunny!" Yuchi Changfeng, who was still standing there, no longer looked at Xuehonglou, with a gloomy face.

It’s okay if Xuehonglou is the one from the Holy Mountain. As long as Su Yi is a bastard, this Holy Mountain competition can still be carried out according to the plan.

Su Yi's body in the air seemed to be shocked, leaping high above Yuchi Changfeng's head, and a hint of coldness appeared between his teeth.

"Then open your eyes wide and look at them!" Su Yi sneered.

The next second, Su Yi stabbed a fierce man and rushed into the Holy Martial Arts Hall.

Immediately, the overwhelming golden light filled the sky, and Su Yi's body was quickly wrapped in the ancient charm, and Su Yi's heart and soul soon fell into it.

"Buzz!"

In the Holy Martial Arts Hall, there are dozens of pillars hanging around, high and unobstructed, and no boundaries are visible to the top.

From north to south, it is shaped into a six-curved and eighteen-turn vertical and horizontal path according to the terrain, as if it is centrifugal.

Six golden paths are paved with simplicity and distant paths, quiet and sacred, and golden light gathers in the center, like a river that is overturned by the sea.

It is in the center, with a simple golden light, and a box made of stone stands, which is more than half a person tall.

Zhou Kong is quiet and quiet, and the outside world is far away, so quiet that he can only hear his own breathing.

When Su Yi gradually opened his eyes, he could feel a huge pressure holding him down.

The meridians are blocked, and the vital energy gradually solidifies, and the skin and flesh swollen like balloons. Suddenly, the heart condenses, and the ancient Chinese classics of the Heavenly Demon are rapidly circulating. According to the route of the Heavenly Truth Art, the vital energy flows in the wide meridians like a trickle.

The stars surging, echoing the golden light on the celestial top, the whole world is filled with light and shining.

"What a strong pressure!"

Chi Feihong's breathing gradually became rapid, and the wrinkled skin moved slightly, which was obviously very uncomfortable with the environment in front of him!

Iron Soul Body also felt uncomfortable. Iron Soul Body, who was seriously injured and returned to the Demon Sect realm. Even if he was in the entrance hall, the external pressure was not as good as he could.

Zhou Kong's suffocating pressure wrapped Su Yi. The terrifying pressure seemed to be rolling in waves, fluctuating endlessly. Su Yi's eyes showed a trace of firmness and he walked towards the center stone box with heavy steps.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Every time Su Yi took a step, the blood in his body boiled, his soul shaking, his heart trembled, and the tremor and pain followed!

"Only the flesh and soul like Su Yi can reach this point without relying on the aura of the Saint King!" Seeing Su Yi getting closer and closer to the stone box, Chi Feihong's trembling mouth kept trembling.

Gripping his teeth and suffocating, as if he had returned to the storm of time and space. After being baptized by the storm, Su Yi's flesh and blood reached a new level. Even if the blue veins swelled, the flesh and blood swelled, and the blood was like surging magma, these were no longer a big deal for Su Yi!

The hot and red demon soul of Tianyuan shines like a small sun. The closer it gets to the stone box, the heavier the soul pressure it suffers, the more you can feel the fear of the soul being pulled out!

Time slipped by like quicksand. It had been half an hour since Su Yi entered the Holy Martial Arts Hall. When the last step was completed, Su Yi looked at the ordinary stone box and shouted loudly in his hoarse throat.

"open!"

In an instant, the pupils burst, and the surging golden light pressure fell from the sky, like the singing of gods and demons, thunder and lightning, and the ancient sound of sacrifice sounded from afar.

The supreme power of heaven, like a towering tree, suddenly slashed down, and the stone box suddenly opened with a squeak.

The golden light was shining and the pressure was so strong that the terrible power instantly overturned the entire dome, and the light that was enough to destroy all things enveloped Su Yi.

Su Yi's soul was suddenly thrilling. In the extremely hot breath, there were light and shadows flying, thousands of beasts rushing, war was floating, and blood was drifting.

Hundreds of strong men who surpassed human imagination fought in the sky, and the light shook, causing huge waves, and the sacred aura filled the sky!

"Wake up quickly, Su Yi! You have entered the illusion!" Tiehunfeng also felt uncomfortable, and he was pale and shouted loudly.

Su Yi's eyes were scattered, his mind was pounding, and he only wanted to sink into the wonderful scene in front of him. The mysterious power was vast and spread out, bizarre and extremely wonderful.

The sound of the Iron Soul Bell drifted farther and farther away. Su Yi could hear it, but he couldn't wake up, and his pupils gradually lost their luster.

Suddenly, a very clear and moving sound of milk was like a drop of ice spring moistening into Su Yi's heart.

"Brother, this light is so comfortable!" Ping'er rubbed his eyes, woke up from his dream, yawned into the sky and said in a soft voice.

The sound was pleasant, but it looked like an ethereal sound of the sky. It immediately pulled Su Yi back from the battle between gods and demons that destroyed the world. When Su Yi's mind was calm and his eyes were solemn.

The Blood Demon Killing Sword was already wrapped in a stone box, with golden light shining brightly, and the golden light of Zhoutian was like a flood hitting the sword body.

The blood-red sword pattern flowed, and the cute face of the painted black sword flashed out, revealing a faint smile.

"Big brother, come and chase me!"

"Bang!"

"Wow!"

The stone box was closed, the Blood Demon Killing Sword was covered, and only the sound of Ping'er screamed, and the crying sounded shocking, Su Yi's face changed rapidly.

"What's wrong! Ping'er!" Su Yi yelled!

It has been half an hour since Su Yi entered.

In front of the Shengwu Palace, Yuchi Changfeng's mouth was slightly raised, and his complacent feeling was not concealed at all.

"That's great, Su Yi is finally dead! Overestimating his abilities! Hahaha!"

The arrogant laughter made everyone dissatisfied with the aristocratic family and the Yutian Palace. Duanmu Xiaoman's pretty face was slightly cold and her eyes were covered with frost.

"He should have brought the soul-chasing stone." Duanmu Xiaoman whispered in a low voice. Duanmu Qingtian saw it and frowned.
Chapter completed!