Cute girl Shura

Chapter 260 Infernal Hell
"Get the frying pan."

"Yes." The messenger hastily lit the sky fire, and cast a spell to burn it to its peak.

Du Yao raised her eyes and glanced at the familiar blood wall and the blackened oil pan in the middle. In her memory, her young self was like today, leaving behind the first evil spirit, and then the second one, The third...

It is specially used to punish evil spirits, as much as they do evil, they will suffer as much pain as they do!

At that time, she didn't dare to see or listen to the struggling soul in the frying pan and the horrific screams.

Looking coldly at the shaman, who had already been drowsy after being hit by her with a bruised nose and swollen face, she slapped him awake.

The first thing the shaman said when he opened his eyes was, "Forgive me, Lord Shura, please forgive me! The little one will never dare again! I beg you to give the little one a chance to be reborn."

"Report to Du Niang, the frying pan is already in place."

The messenger next to him whispered, to him, the soul of the endless hell, who didn't shout like that, who didn't look so wretched!

He glanced at the shaman hastily, but he didn't dare to look up again, but quietly waited for Du Yao's move.

"Now you know how to beg for mercy?" Du Yao's heart was as cold as water, and in front of the shaman, she threw a string of sky chains into the oil pan.

"Hey-"

With a bang, the sky chain melted into black water, submerging the bottom of the sky pot.

When the shaman saw it, he was incoherent in fright, "I was wrong, I was really wrong! You can make me a cow or a horse! Don't..."

"Being a cow or a horse is an insult to the reputation of a cow and a horse! Get down!"

She shouted in an icy voice, and then waved a palm, and the shaman's soul went into the oil pan.

"Ah—help——ah!!!"

The miserable voice resounded resolutely all around, and as the struggling hands of the shaman above the oil pan submerged and sank, the color on the blood wall deepened...

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Elven country

Comparable to the previous Weiyang Kingdom, this place is also pitch black.

The glowing egg hangs in the sky, illuminating the way ahead for Muzi.

"Xi Xi, where did you bring me?" Mu Zishen thought he had an illusion, and couldn't believe that this was his elf country.

"Daddy, it's the kingdom of elves."

Although Xiaoxixi's voice was soft, Mu Zishen couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly.Staring at the surrounding ruins with deep eyes, he couldn't even feel the breath of his companions.

Elven country... his elf country...

Kneeling on one knee, annoyance, atmosphere, and unyielding all came to my heart.

"Where's the Pharmacopoeia?" His voice had lost its magnetism and was cool.

Xiao Xixi turned the egg body around, and the pharmacopoeia fell from the sky, and landed firmly in Mu Zishen's hands.

He doesn't need to guess or think, he also knows who destroyed his elf kingdom.

It is easy to rebuild the body of the Elven Kingdom, it only takes a few days to break the ground.But what about his elves... the soul cannot be brought back to life after three days of separation, even if he wants to, he is powerless...

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

King Shura, the grievances and grievances of thousands of years ago have finally come to me... After all these years of forbearance, I even thought about staying here in the kingdom of the elves, guarding them, guarding an unchanging promise.

He never thought that the causal relationship would be so intricate, and his kindness would eventually become a sharp sword to kill his own people.Pharmacopoeia, tempering technique, he will practice it in the shortest time!
"Daddy...there is still a living elf inside." Xixi floated in front of his eyes and comforted him.

"Is there still alive?" Mu Zishen blinked, then got up and ran towards the main hall.

Now the main hall has been razed to the ground, the red soil is glaring, the white tiles are crushed and buried deep in the ground.

The originally green and lush national road was now covered with a layer of black smoke, and the rising flames swayed in the air.The surroundings are so quiet that one feels terrible, and even the remaining wind power seems weak.

"It's here, so pitiful, it's buried underground."

Xixi brought Mu Zishen to a collapsed place, and the immature childish voice revealed a sigh that did not match his age.

Mu Zishen bent down and reached out to touch the white tile powder on the ground. That's right, this is the main hall where he usually stayed, and even the collapsed fragments were arranged in the corresponding direction in an orderly manner.

Judging from the situation, not only collapse and subsidence occurred, but also ground displacement and soil cover occurred.

He pressed the soft ground, then raised his head and asked Xixi, "Under here?"

"Yeah!" Xixi floated up excitedly.

A flash of fluorescent power surged in Mu Zishen's palm, and he slashed down on the buried pile of deep soil.

"Boom--"

The ground shook continuously, and then a large crack opened.

Mu Zi looked around, but couldn't see anything in the pitch black.

He looked up at Xixi, "Xixi, how do you know there are still living elves here?"

"Well, I just smelled it..." Xixi replied very quietly.

Although Duyao can smell the breath of the soul, but not the breath of the spirit, and Mu Zishen can sense the same kind of breath, but his ability is limited.

And Mu Yaoxi combined their powerful abilities, and the green out of the blue is better than the blue.

"Daddy, they're right below." Xiao Xixi continued, and then got into the ground.

Mu Zishen jumped down, seeing the light on Xiao Xixi's body, he looked around.The underground air is humid, the red soil is soft, and there are many furnishings and powders from the hall.

At this moment, there was a cry for help from the red mound on one side.

"Here!" Xiao Xixi called out.

Mu Zishen quickly cast a spell, and then cut two passages from both sides, the soft soil was sunken, revealing a corner of glass color.

He took a closer look, and instantly recognized that it was the glazed table where he usually studied copywriting.

"Help...help...help..." Bee Spirit's weak voice came out intermittently.

"Bee spirit?!" Mu Zishen was overjoyed, and hurriedly planed to remove the red soil on the glazed table and the nearby obstructions.

Soon, under the glass table, I saw the bee spirit whose face was flushed from suffocation, but still tightly holding the crystal cup in his arms.

"Bee Spirit! How are you doing?"

Mu Zishen stretched out his hand and pulled him out, seeing that the miscanthus in the crystal cup was still intact, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Great...great! You are back, King Shen...I...we are saved..."

As soon as he suffocated his breath, Feng Ling fell into Mu Zishen's arms.

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in the underworld

The little emissary of Infernal Hell stepped back and saw that the oil pan was no longer rolling, so he bent down to ask for instructions: "Du Niang, this..."

After such a long time, there is no movement of the soul struggling. It must be melted in the oil pan, and it will never be reborn forever.

She looked cold, and a few words floated between her teeth: "Bring Su Xiang'er and Chen Li."

"Yes." The little envoy took another step forward, and shouted loudly toward the top, "Tell Su Xiang'er and Chen Li—!"

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