The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 512: All buried with the thought of a time difference
An angry voice came from the sky, and Meng Hui's figure flashed in front of everyone.

"Who dares to touch your Highness?"

Su Qin looked up in astonishment, and saw Meng Hui, the ghost official in charge of the eighteenth level of hell, falling from the sky. The red tight waist robe outlined her slender and strong waist. Her righteous and serious look, as well as the powerful and intimidating aura of cultivation, made people bow down to her.

"Greetings, Lord Meng Hui." All the ghost soldiers bowed respectfully.

This is the ghost hell. Apart from General Hei Chang who follows His Majesty the King of Hell, she is the only one with real power. Even the ghost soldiers who obey His Majesty the King of Hell have to bow to her when they see her.

I heard that this Lord Meng Hui was a talent selected from the ghost soldiers through layers of selection. Not only was he the first ghost general to take power among the ghost soldiers, but he was also the only ghost judge who stood out from the ghost generals and was specially promoted and appointed.

As far as the ghost clan hell is concerned, she is the first person besides General Hei Chang who can drive all the ghost clan soldiers.

So now, when these ghost warriors saw her, it was like seeing their former leader. This kind of sincere submission from the bottom of their hearts was more willing than the noble status.

Seeing them bowing to Meng Hui in such a humble manner, Su Qin went crazy all of a sudden, "What are you doing?! Can't you hear my order? I told you to kill them! Not one should be spared, not one should be spared!!"

"That's enough, Suqin!" Meng Hui flicked her sleeves and looked at her with coldness and ruthlessness.

"Don't you think you've made enough mistakes? Your Highness is a person of such status that you can't criticize or punish him at will?"

"I think the person they want to kill is not the little prince, but you, Suqin."

"This..." The ghost soldiers looked up in shock. Killing Lord Suqin? But Lord Suqin was the one who received the order from His Majesty the King of Hell and acted according to His Majesty's orders. But Lord Meng Hui was the former master and the current judge. They probably couldn't kill both of them, but how should they choose?

The ghost soldiers lowered their heads, hesitant and conflicted, not knowing what to do.

Meng Hui reached her hand behind her, and while no one was paying attention, she waved at Bai Chang without anyone noticing, signaling her to take the little prince away quickly and leave the place to her.

However, Meng Hui's face was cold and serious, and she severely reprimanded the ghost soldiers. "What, after only a few days of eating vegetarian food, have you even forgotten who your previous master was?!"

The ghost soldiers looked up in shock and immediately knelt down on one knee, "We dare not do that. Lord Meng Hui, please forgive us."

Bai Chang quietly left the place with Miao Yuan in his arms, and quickly went to the Elders' Council to seek help from Elder Yu Yu.

Meng Po stood where Bai Chang had just stood, covering up for Bai Chang a little. By the time Su Qin came to her senses, Bai Chang had already left the Soul-Devouring Cave with the little prince.

When Suqin found out, she yelled angrily, "How dare you ruin my good deeds? Then none of us will survive."

Su Qin summoned out the magic weapon Zhuxian Ning, which was surrounded by purple-black light. She looked as crazy and bloodthirsty as a fallen demon.

When Meng Po and Meng Hui saw this magic weapon, they were both shocked. "Zhu Xian Ning?"

It is not only a powerful magical weapon that can hurt the immortals, but also a magic weapon that can kill those who practice cultivation. If you obtain it, you can live and die with it and practice together. If you destroy it, you can also be reduced to ashes and disappear together with it. It is right to call it a divine weapon, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a magic weapon.

This kind of magic weapon is extremely powerful and fierce. If you practice it properly, your future is naturally limitless. But if you practice it and become a demon, and give up halfway, then you will really be doomed, or you will destroy yourself.

Meng Po sneered, her face full of mockery, "I thought you were crazy tonight, but it was just a momentary thought, but I never thought you were already prepared, just waiting for tonight."

"Stop talking nonsense. I must complete what I have to do tonight. Otherwise, I will kill any demons or ghosts that stand in my way."

After she finished speaking, Su Qin controlled the extremely fierce magic weapon Zhuxian Ning in her hand, and used her own powerful cultivation power to fight with Meng Po.

Meng Po has been practicing for nearly tens of millions of years. Her cultivation level and years are probably even greater than that of His Majesty the King of Hell. How could he be afraid of her?

"In that case, I will execute you on behalf of the young prince tonight!"

The two of them were like fire and water, and their moves were sharp and ruthless, determined to kill each other. When the ghost soldiers saw this, they moved slightly, wanting to help, but as soon as they raised their heads, they saw Meng Hui's ghostly figure flashing in front of their eyes.

The ghost soldiers opened their eyes wide and froze. Meng Hui looked down at them coldly, and the powerful heart power around them made them unable to raise their heads.

The ghost soldiers lowered their heads quickly before they even raised them, cold sweat began to appear on their foreheads, and they dared not say anything more.

She said in a low and cold voice: "I don't care whether Su Qin instructed you to do evil tonight, but I can guarantee that if the little prince is really in danger of his life tonight, you will be crushed to ashes and will not enter the reincarnation."

The ghost soldiers trembled, bent their other legs, knelt on both knees, and knelt down respectfully, "The ghost soldiers dare not."

"Just wait for His Majesty the King of Hell to come back and punish you, a bunch of idiots."

The ghost soldiers were frightened, with unknown fear and terror flashing in their eyes. Only then did they deeply realize that they might have really done something wrong.

Meng Hui didn't even look at them, and walked into the Soul Devouring Cave in front of her. If she remembered correctly, they said that they had trapped Lu Yaojun in the formation?

Oh, a bunch of self-righteous things, just hope they don’t fall into her hands one day, otherwise she will definitely make them taste all the punishments in the eighteen levels of hell one by one to make amends for the little prince.

As soon as she entered the Soul-Devouring Cave, Meng Hui saw people trapped by the formation.

When Lu Qing saw her coming, he quickly withdrew his magic power and cried with joy, "Master Meng Hui? Why are you here? Quick, quick, quick, save me!"

This group of damned dogs actually trapped him. If it weren't for his unstable cultivation and their strength in numbers, he wouldn't be able to defeat them. Otherwise, he would definitely beat them to a pulp and make them kneel down and beg for mercy.

Meng Hui frowned and looked at him, "Lu Yaojun, where have all the skills you have cultivated over the years gone?"

He was actually trapped by such a tiny power of the formation. His nearly tens of millions of years of cultivation had been wasted. It was simply a waste of his practice.

It would have been fine if she hadn't said this, but when she did, Lu Qing was completely furious.

"Isn't it because I was trapped in that hellish prison day after day, without seeing the essence of the sun and the moon, and without getting the glorious true energy? Otherwise, I would have broken through five million or even six million years of cultivation and spiritual power long ago!"

As for him, he is still trapped in this small formation, unable to get out or fight, so he can only worry.

Meng Hui didn't want to waste time talking to him. She used her own cultivation power to break the formation barrier from the outside and rescued Lu Qing.

As soon as Lu Qing came out, he ran out, "Where's the little prince? How is the little prince?"

"Su Qin just chased the little prince out. I don't know if the little prince was injured or if his life is in danger..."

"Enough!" Meng Hui yelled, and Lu Qing paused. All his words were stuck in his throat, and he turned to look at her with a puzzled and surprised look, and he couldn't control his panic in his heart.

"The little princess is dead. She is no longer breathing. You don't need to look for her anymore."

"You...what nonsense are you talking about?" Lu Qing shook his head, his eyes full of disbelief, but there was a pitiful smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I don't believe it... I don't believe what you said. You must be lying to me. I'm going to find the little prince. I'm going to find the little prince right now."

"Whatever you want." Meng Hui said indifferently. She turned her back to him, and her heart was calmer than ever before.

"It would be great if the young prince could be saved. If not, you and I will be buried with him."

Lu Qing opened his eyes wide and collapsed. How could this be...