The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 35: Rebirth after Tribulation and Blessed by God
hell
ten floors
The soft, waxy cloud-white barrier wrapped around the will-o'-the-wisp is now emitting a faint icy blue light, protecting the environment inside the will-o'-the-wisp.

Suqin glanced at the people who had been stationed outside the barrier, couldn't help walking over, and whispered: "Your Highness, why don't you go and rest for a while, and let Suqin take care of it?"

"No need, we still have half an hour left."

No one can stay in these ghostly fireworks for a full hour.

So Yan Yi is not in a hurry to leave here at all, but if he stays for a while, everything will come to an end.

"Your Highness, if you keep guarding like this, I'm afraid it will hurt your nerves."

"No problem."

"Your Highness!" Suqin wanted to persuade her, but Yan Yi had slowly closed her eyes, obviously not wanting to hear what she had to say.

Suqin could only feel aggrieved, but she did not dare to say anything out loud.

In this way, the group of people waited for another half-quarter of an hour, a full hour.

But there was still no movement in the will-o'-the-wisp in front of him.

Su Qin was so anxious that she was about to come forward and say something, when she saw someone kneeling down in a hurry to report.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness, it's not good!!"

As soon as Ghost Servant Maoding arrived, he knelt down in front of Yan Yi angrily and said loudly: "Then His Highness Long San is coming to hell with his subordinates."

"What?!" Suqin was shocked. She stepped forward and asked, "Where are you? How many people did you bring?"

"We have arrived at the gate of the underworld, no more, no less, more than a hundred people."

"Ha," Suqin's lips curled up, and she said with full mockery, "How brave are you, how dare you break into our clan's underworld?"

"Your Highness, Suqin goes to meet him."

"Stop," Yan Yi slowly opened his eyes, a clear cold light flashed in his dark pupils, his thin red lips opened slightly, and he said coldly: "Wait for the human race to come out first, whether she is dead or not It’s a living thing, Long Kong doesn’t even dare to move now.”

"Then what if he makes a move? Your Highness, we can't let such a lunatic mess around with us outside the underworld."

"Don't worry, we have already sent people out, and someone will come to notify this palace."

Suqin was stunned, "Who is your Highness talking about?"

General Heichang?Or Lady Meng?

It can't be Bai Chang who is locked up in the dungeon, right?
Yan Yi did not answer her, because the will-o'-the-wisp in front of him moved strangely, and even the barriers and formations set up an hour ago seemed to have no effect on it.

"what--"

There was a roar from inside, like a female voice in pain, and like a wailing soul, crying out its dissatisfaction and injustice.

"Let me go!"

"Let me go——!!"

"Bang!" The entire will-o'-the-wisp enchantment suddenly exploded in mid-air, making a huge roar.

The flames of the barrier soared into the sky, gradually overshadowing the color of the original barrier, and powerful spiritual power erupted, reaching the ninth level of the sky and shaking the eighteenth floor of hell.

"My God..."

"What happened here?"

"Why is hell shaking?"

All the ghosts in the hell were panicked. They took their weapons and rushed to the tenth floor where the fire broke out, ready to prepare.

Yan Yi remained calm, his eyes coldly scanning the will-o'-the-wisp in front of him, and he saw a woman wearing human clothes slowly walking towards him under the hot aurora of the will-o'-the-wisp.

Her face was a little pale and weak, but she had a beautiful face and graceful temperament, like a lotus in white and a flower in elegance. However, her dress had some flaws and scars, and the white and tender skin exposed underneath was also burned.

This person is clearly the human princess who just entered an hour ago - Changsun Lucha.

However, the person who just entered had an aging appearance and sagging skin, making him look like he was in his seventies.

But the people who come out now have tender and smooth skin and the same appearance. They no longer look old and frail, but instead look like they are full of vitality and reborn after all the calamities.

"This-" Everyone was shocked.

"How could this be?"

"How did she come out of the will-o'-the-wisp alive?"

"No, this is impossible. Why, how could it be possible?"

"Yes, this is simply the first time in millions, no, tens of millions of years!"

"Shut up." Suqin turned around and roared, causing all the ghosts to shrink back, not daring to make a mistake.Her eyes were red, she turned her head and stared at Changsun Lucha closely, and said grimly: "How did you come out alive?"

This is simply impossible.

From ancient times to the present, from the moment the will-o'-the-wisp was born in this world, no one has come out of it alive.

Not only did she come out, but she also regained her original appearance and vitality, and became a cultivator who is neither alive nor dead, nor injured nor indestructible?

This, this is really a big joke!What a shame to them!
Changsun Lucha shrank her body. She could clearly feel the wounds on her body trembling and pulling painfully, especially her back and legs that were burned by the will-o'-the-wisp. The pain was so painful that she didn't dare to move a step at all. .

She carefully moved her eyes away to look at the ruler of this hell, and whispered softly: "I, I don't know why I am still alive now, and I don't know why. As soon as I entered, my whole body began to burn and hurt. My appearance, my body’s energy and my heart have changed, but what I know is that I am still alive now.”

"His Highness the King of Hell...however you want to punish me, I and my eldest grandson Lucha will suffer."

Because this is the punishment she deserves.

"Then I'll kill you!" Suqin suddenly transformed into a long sword, held it in her hand, and rushed forward with the sharp sword in her hand pointing straight at her, Changsun Lucha.

"Scout," but unexpectedly someone suddenly appeared in front of Changsun Lucha and blocked her attack.

"Stop," Yan Yi said suddenly as she raised her hand and emitted a dark black light, shattering the long sword she held in her hand.

Suqin's right hand holding the sword was impacted and affected by the spell, which numbed her wrist and forced her to stop. She was shocked: "Your Highness?!"

"Is it possible that you still want to let this human race escape from hell alive?"

"There are no outsiders here now. As long as we kill her quietly, no one will know that she has walked out of the will-o'-the-wisp alive."

Changsun Lucha raised her eyes and looked at her in shock. Although she had heard the story of Lord Suqin when she was in the human world, she had never taken it to heart.

Because she felt that those opera and painting books were just fabricating the horrors of these gods, ghosts and monsters, but she never thought that what they said was all true.

In this ghost clan hell, in terms of ruthlessness and ruthlessness, Master Suqin is the first, and Master Meng Hui from the [-]th level of hell can only be ranked second.

Do they really not want her to leave here alive and leave hell?
Changsun Lucha's somewhat fearful and timid eyes suddenly met His Highness the King of Hell who turned around, and her heart skipped a beat with fright, "Yan, Your Highness the King of Hell..."

"She came out alive because of the Immortal Pearl Flower."

I don’t know whether this sentence was explained to Suqin or Changsun Lucha heard it herself.

"The Immortal Pearl Flower has the function of rebirth and immortality, and the recipient is a human race, so she is naturally safe and sound."

Su Qin did not believe in evil and said loudly: "But what she entered was the ghost fire of our hell, the land of ghost fireworks, Your Highness."

How could he come out alive?
Yan Yi glanced at the faintly extinguished flame of the will-o'-the-wisp and sneered: "That person actually protects you like this?"

The water source cast from the body was transmitted to her body, and then extinguished some of the erosion and burning of the will-o'-the-wisp, giving her time to quickly absorb the spiritual power of the Immortal Pearl Flower, and merged with her in just an hour. One body.

In this way, she transformed from a human race into a true cultivator, and the power of will-o'-the-wisps on cultivators was far less than half that on human races.

Naturally, with this double guarantee, she survived.

"What..." Changsun Lucha didn't quite understand what he said, but she knew clearly who the person he was talking about was.

Dragon…Kong.

But you are here?
Yan Yi waved his hand to tell the ghosts to retreat and ordered: "Let her go. She can walk out of these ghost fireworks alive. This is God's protection for her. I keep my word and will never be embarrassed."

"Your Highness?!" Suqin was going crazy. How could she let this human race go?

Even if you don't kill her, you can still imprison her and trap her. How can you just let her leave hell and get out?

"This palace said, let her go." Yan Yi turned around, his strong aura oppressing Suqin, full of intimidation and not allowing any resistance.

"Su, Suqin understands." She slowly lowered her head and bit her red lips angrily.

"Thank you so much, His Highness the King of Hell, for this kindness. Changsun Lucha has taken note of it."

"No need, after you leave hell, you will no longer be a human race, and will not be governed by the ghost race. Regardless of injury, life or death, it is your own creation."

"Changsun Lucha understands." She lowered her body respectfully and kowtowed to him with the highest etiquette of the human race.

No matter what the future holds, she just wants to be good now.

Changsun Lucha left hell with a smile on her face and went to see the person she had missed the most in these few hours.

The hell ghost flower mandala behind him bloomed in large tracts in an instant, gradually climbing up every palace, dungeon, and ghost fire place where all the fireworks were lost.

In one day in hell, thousands of flowers are enchanting, and the rays of light shine directly on the eighteenth level of hell.

Xiaotuanzi looked at the fallen datura petals, and the most childlike smile appeared on his little face, "It's blooming again."

Is my mother coming back soon...

(End of this chapter)