The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 5 Flying Demon Priest in the Sky
Just a moment
Behind
Two invisible ghostly black figures slowly emerged from the shadows.

Hei Chang whispered in confusion: "Your Highness, aren't you trying to temper His Highness's temperament? How could Bai Chang break this fortified barrier?"

He couldn't understand His Highness the King of Hell more and more...

Yan Yi followed the petite figure with his eyes and said lightly, "Yuan'er's temperament is too playful. How can it be changed overnight?"

"But Weng Ping will return soon with the magical weapon. If your Highness wants to break through this No. 19-level cultivation technique, you will have to practice it for 500 years!"

"It's okay, take your time, I can wait for you."

"Your Highness! Now that there is injustice in the outer prison, the Immortal Lord of the Heaven Realm, the Emperor of the Demon Realm, the King of the Dragon Clan, and even the Fox King of the Demon Realm are ready to take action. How can we, the Ghost Clan, not be shaken?"

He turned around, and the powerful aura was suppressed. Sen Leng looked down and said: "I said you can wait!"

Hei Chang's body trembled, and he quickly bowed his head and saluted: "Hei Chang has gone too far. Your Highness has your own considerations."

"Send someone out and keep an eye on the other five major clans. If there is any abnormality, come and report it immediately."

"Five...five major tribes? But the human race also wants..."

"Yes," he responded lightly, and his figure quietly disappeared in the silence of the dark night.

Heichang bowed his head respectfully and saluted, then turned around to do the assigned tasks.

……

hell
Inside the palace on the third floor
The soft and waxy little figure stepped lightly on the long sword that was filled with countless mist. She couldn't stop being excited and happy in her heart, and said: "Sister Bai Chang, if I stand on it, will it fly?" ?”

"No, I will teach you how to control this sword." Bai Chang stood opposite her. After watching His Highness stabilize his figure, he began to cast spells slowly.

"Your Highness, please read along with me... Cang Qiong, follow my orders..."

Xiaotuanzi nodded, clenched his fists, looked at the long sword at his feet, and stumbled: "Cang, Cang Qiong, listen to my order..."

"You are not such a young highness," Bai Chang was as big as two heads. The spell he was about to cast disappeared in an instant.

Just as the Cang Qiong Hao Sword was about to react, it also returned to silence and became silent in an instant.

But looking at His Highness's ignorance and pitiful aggrieved look, she couldn't bear to criticize him harshly.

"Then, how should I pronounce it?" Xiaotuanzi looked at her with some confusion, and then looked at the long sword stopped in mid-air at his feet with some confusion.

"You have to be one with it, you have to feel its presence."

"Unity of thoughts?" Xiaotuanzi frowned carefully, and his pure and beautiful eyes were filled with the unknown and protected innocence of all things.

How to unite thoughts?Just like what your father taught you, when you use magic power, let go of everything and focus on nothing?
"Put aside all distracting thoughts and only think about this Sky Sword. When you sense it, give it orders quickly."

Xiaotuanzi didn't think about anything. He slowly closed his eyes and slowly moved his hands back. He followed Sister Bai Chang's actions just now and quickly turned his two white and tender hands in front of him, overlapping them up and down, and opened his eyes suddenly. Opening his eyes, he felt the vibration of the Cang Qiong Sword under his feet, and shouted: "Cang Qiong, listen to my order——"

"Screech!" Cang Qiong Haojian was immediately called, immediately rose into the air, surrounded the demonic barrier cloud, and left the mid-air.

"Ahhhhh!!"

"I'm flying!!"

"Sister Bai Chang, I can fly!!"

Xiaotuanzi shouted happily in the dark night sky, and all he could do was dance to express his inner happiness and joy.

Bai Chang looked at her with surprise on his face and encouraged: "You are so amazing, Your Highness. You only learned it once and you are good at it?"

When she was learning the Sky Sword, she fell several times. If her brother hadn't been by her side, she would have lost her appearance.

This was only her first time casting a spell, and His Highness already remembered it so clearly. She was worthy of being the little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell.

Xiao Tuanzi waved to her happily, wearing a lake blue dress and dancing in the air. The Qiankun bags and Qiankun Ling hanging on both sides of her waist were like musical instruments accompanying her dance. Incredibly beautiful.

"Sister Bai Chang——!!"

"I want to fly there, how can I fly?"

Bai Chang looked at her with a smile and said, "Now, this Cang Qionghao Sword listens to your orders. Just tell it where you want to fly."

"Really? Can I go find my father?"

"Who are you looking for?!" Bai Chang almost flicked his tongue, thinking something bad in his heart.

Xiaotuanzi happily pointed in the direction of the two floors above and shouted at her below: "I! Want it! Go find my father!" "No -"

"I want it! Let Father look at me! I'm flying!!"

"No, no, no, it's not possible, Your Highness—" Bai Chang shook his head crazily. If His Highness, the King of Hell, knew that she was teaching His Highness these messy things again, His Highness, the King of Hell, would kill her.

"Sister Bai Chang! I'm leaving first!" Xiao Tuanzi was only focused on going to his father to show off the results of her current flight, so she couldn't listen to what Bai Chang said.

"No, Your Highness!!" Bai Chang's pretty face suddenly changed, and it was a bit paler than the evil ghosts in the ten levels of hell.

"We can't let His Highness the King of Hell know about this, Your Highness."

The moment she shouted, Xiaotuanzi had already controlled Cang Qionghao Sword to fly farther and farther.

"Your Highness?!"

Bai Chang was so frightened that he almost flew away with her. He was at a loss and said: "It's over, it's over, I'm really going to die now."

……

One level of hell

In the front hall

The ghost servant Maoding bowed his head respectfully and came to report: "Your Highness, the demons are waiting outside hell."

"Demon clan?" Yan Yi put down the glass bead in his hand, stood up slowly, and said with cold eyes, "Did you tell me why you came here?"

"No, Your Highness, do you want to see him?"

"Let's go take a look." Yan Yi disappeared in the entire palace in an instant. In his original position, there was only a thick black mist that could not be dissolved, and there was no trace of anyone.

Maoding said "yes" and then quietly disappeared outside the hall.

But in the blink of an eye, the two figures had stepped out of hell and stood at the junction of the endless white mist between hell and the outer realm.

The cold wind whistling here is biting, and the white fog flying past is like an endless Milky Way desert road, more like the vastness of the setting sun.

"Who is coming?" Ghost Pu Mao Ding shouted at the visitor.

The high priest of the demon race, Mo Han, who came to ask for medicine, bowed respectfully to the man who was surrounded by black mist and filled with a cold aura, "I have met His Highness the King of Hell."

"My High Priest of the Demon Clan, Mo Han, is here to pay a special visit to His Highness the King of Hell."

"So it's Master Mohan?" Yan Yi smiled softly, not necessarily very close, but more polite, "I wonder why Master Mohan came to my hell?"

"Your Highness!" Mohan tightened his grip, looked at him with some hope, and said, "It's a long way, can I go in and ask for a cup of tea?"

Does this mean that what he wants cannot be said in public?
But as soon as they were punished by Immortal Lord Yuheng in heaven, they came to their hell to beg for tea. Does this mean that people in hell are easy to win over?

Oh, their hell is not something anyone can enter if they want, especially now that he doesn't want to face Yu Heng.

Because he, Yan Yi, doesn't have that much energy to participate in the intrigue between them.

"Maoding, see you off."

"Yes, the ghost servant understands."

Yan Yi didn't even look at him, turned around indifferently, and left in the fog.

Mohan was anxious and rushed over, "Your Highness! Your Highness the King of Hell! You can't just ignore death, please let me in..."

Maoding rushed forward fiercely, and the ghost mist transformed into a ghost sword, and confronted: "Wait a minute, the hell is a place where anyone can enter just if they want to?!"

In order to save his little prince, Mo Han didn't care so much. He raised his hand and used magic to overturn him, and then quickly followed the figure of His Highness the King of Hell. "I'm sorry, I have no other choice than this." .”

Maoding was forced to turn somersault, and finally managed to regain his balance in the strong cold wind and return to his original position.

He glared at Mohan's back, summoned the spell, and said angrily: "Where are everyone in the Ghost Realm?!"

"The ghost servants are here."

"If this person is arrested, he will not be imprisoned."

"Yes, ghost servants obey."

(End of this chapter)