At this moment, everyone gradually came back to their senses. Under Duanmu Xiongtu's instructions, the only focus of the audience once again fell on Su Yi.
A young man who had a blood feud with the Holy Mountain actually came to accept the baptism of the innate holy king aura. Was this a joke?
Everyone's face was full of doubts, doubts, indifference, and even sarcasm. Duanmu Xiongtu walked in front of everyone and looked at Su Yi.
"I'll remind you for the last time. The innate holy king aura is different from the Golden Sky Array. The strong and fierce innate aura is enough to destroy a martial artist without the holy king aura immediately! Little Friend Su, go in if you're ready! "
Su Yi took a deep breath and stretched lazily. A trace of coldness appeared in his unfocused eyes.
Then, he gently shook Duanmu Xiaoman's hand and turned into a ray of light, rushing to the Sacred Martial Hall.
"Su Yi, you must keep your life. If you can't come out, it won't be fun!" Yuchi Changfeng, who was still standing in place, no longer looked at Xuehong House with a gloomy face.
Xuehong House was originally a member of the Holy Mountain. As long as Su Yi, this bastard, failed the baptism, the Holy Mountain Tournament could still proceed according to plan.
Su Yi, who was in the air, jumped over Yuchi Changfeng's head and revealed a trace of coldness from between his teeth.
"Then open your eyes and watch carefully!" Su Yi sneered.
In the next second, Su Yi rushed into the Sacred Martial Hall.
Suddenly, an overwhelming golden light filled the sky. Su Yi's body was quickly wrapped in an ancient charm. Soon, Su Yi's soul was immersed in it.
"Buzz!"
In the Sacred Martial Hall, there were dozens of pillars hanging in all directions. They were so high that the top couldn't be seen.
From north to south, six winding and eighteen winding paths were formed according to the terrain, as if they were centrifugal.
Six simple and remote paths that were paved with golden light were winding, quiet, and divine. They were suffused with golden light and converged all the way to the center like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.
In the middle of the room, there was a box made of stone that was half the height of a person. It was shining with an ancient golden light.
The surrounding air was cold and quiet, the commotion outside was already far away, so quiet that one could only hear their own breathing.
When Su Yi gradually opened his eyes, he could feel an immense pressure pressing down on him.
His meridians were blocked as his Yuan Qi gradually froze. His skin and flesh swelled up like balloons. Immediately, his heart turned serious as he rapidly circulated the Heavenly Fey ancient sutra. Following the Heaven Riding Art's route, his Yuan Qi flowed like a trickle through his wide meridians.
Starlight surged and resonated with the golden light hanging from the sky. The whole world was filled with brilliant lights and brilliant colors.
"What a strong pressure!"
Chi Feihong's breathing gradually quickened, and his wrinkled skin moved slightly. It was obvious that he was not used to the environment in front of him!
The Iron Soulfish was also feeling uncomfortable. The Iron Soulfish was seriously injured and had reverted to the Demon Grandmaster realm. Even though he was in the entrance, the pressure from the outside world was not any better than him.
The suffocating pressure enveloped Su Yi. The terrifying pressure was like a rolling wave, fluctuating endlessly. Su Yi's eyes flashed with a trace of determination as he walked towards the stone box in the center with heavy steps.
"Clang clang clang!"
With every step Su Yi took, the blood in his body would boil, his soul would shake, and his heart would tremble along with it, followed by a jolt of pain!
Seeing Su Yi getting closer and closer to the stone box, Chi Feihong's lips trembled. "Only a body and soul like Su Yi's can reach this step without relying on the Sage Monarch Aura!"
Gritting his teeth and drumming up his strength, it was as if he had returned to the space-time storm. After being baptized by the storm, Su Yi's flesh and blood had reached a new level. Even if his veins were bulging, his flesh was swelling, and his blood was gushing like magma, these were no big deal to Su Yi!
The blazing red Heavenly Origin Demon Soul shone in his heart like a small sun. The closer he got to the stone box, the heavier the pressure on his soul, and the more he could feel the fear of his soul being extracted!
Time slipped by like quicksand. Su Yi had been in the Sacred Martial Hall for half an hour. When the last step was completed, Su Yi looked at the ordinary stone box and shouted with a hoarse throat.
"Open!"
In a split second, his pupils bulged, and a surging golden light descended from the sky like the chanting of gods and demons. The sound of wind and thunder, and the ancient sound of sacrifice sounded from afar.
The supreme heavenly might, like a towering tree, suddenly came crashing down, and the stone box suddenly opened with a squeak.
The golden light was dazzling, and the pressure was awe-inspiring. The terrifying power instantly overturned the entire dome, and the light that was enough to destroy everything enveloped Su Yi.
The depths of Su Yi's soul suddenly throbbed incessantly. In the blazing aura, there were lights and shadows flying, thousands of beasts galloping, the flames of war drifting, and blood flowing.
Hundreds of experts beyond human imagination were fighting in the sky, and the light was shaking, setting off monstrous waves, and a sacred aura filled the sky!
"Wake up, Su Yi! You have entered an illusion! "The Iron Soulfish was also uncomfortable, and shouted loudly with a pale face.
Su Yi's gaze was unfocused, and his heart was beating rapidly. He only cared about sinking into the wondrous scene in front of him. The mysterious power was vast and mighty in the void, and it spread out in all directions.
The Iron Soulfish's voice drifted further and further away. Su Yi could hear it, but he couldn't wake up, and his pupils gradually lost their luster.
Suddenly, an extremely clear and moving voice, like a drop of spring water, seeped into Su Yi's heart.
"Big Brother, this light is so comfortable!" Ping Er rubbed her eyes, and as if she had just woken up from a dream, she yawned towards the sky and spoke softly.
Her voice was pleasant to the ear, but it was like the sound of the heavens, and it immediately pulled Su Yi back from the apocalyptic battle of gods and demons. When Su Yi collected his thoughts, his gaze became solemn.
The Blood Demon Killing God Sword was already wrapped in the stone box, and the golden light was dazzling. The golden light was like a flood that struck the sword.
The blood-red sword pattern flowed, and Ping Er's cute face flashed on the pitch-black sword, revealing a faint smile.
"Big Brother, come chase me!"
"Bang!"
"Uwaa!"
The stone box closed, and the Blood Demon Killing God Sword was covered. Ping Er's shrill cry shook the sky, and Su Yi's expression abruptly changed.
"What's wrong! Ping Er! "Su Yi roared.
More than an hour had passed since Su Yi entered.
In front of the Sacred Martial Palace, the corner of Yuchi Changfeng's mouth was slightly raised, and he didn't hide his pride at all.
"Great, Su Yi is finally dead! He overestimated himself! Hahaha! "
His arrogant laughter displeased the aristocratic families and the Heavenly Rider Palace. Duanmu Xiaoman's pretty face turned cold, and her eyes were filled with frost.
"We should have let him carry the Soul Chasing Stone," Duanmu Xiaoman muttered in a low voice. Duanmu Qingtian saw this and also frowned.
"Oh my god, everyone look! What is that!? "
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