Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 90: Foreigners, you will be played with fire in your next life

Hong Bin stood in front of the pillar of fire, rubbed a flame with his hand, picked it off the burning building, and then threw it into the air.

Yan Huan and Li Shuyu arrived quickly.

"Oh my god, brother! There are people playing with fire here, and I don't know who stole my phone!"

"Stop talking nonsense, control the fire and prevent it from spreading!" Li Shuyu roared, and he blew the fire that was burning in the Kongming Hall into the air. The bright and dazzling fireball exploded instantly.

The two boys beside the statue of Kong Ming in the hall were not spared. The fan feathers in Wu Hou's hand were caught by sparks and slowly burned upwards.

call!
Yan Huan's figure condensed from the flames and stood in the center of the hall.

Thick smoke and flames passed by us, blinding our eyes and choking our noses, and the eerie stench of decay became increasingly apparent.

Snapped!
Yan Huan snapped his fingers and green feathers appeared on his back.

The five elements are added to the body·wood essence·one leaf becomes a forest!
"You are really good at using the wood element to deal with a big fire!" Bifang screamed loudly.

Yan Huan pinched a green feather, and the feather turned into a fallen leaf, floating down into the crack. A little later, plump green buds emerged from the cracks in the floor tiles in the hall.

The small sprouts grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, suppressing the fire.

With the assistance of his junior brother Li Shuyu, the arrogance of the flame soon disappeared.

The lush forest inside the hall protects the central statue of Kong Ming. They are Schima superba and Pistacia chinensis trees, both of which are fire-resistant and difficult to burn with high water content and low oil content.

"Oh my god!" Hong Bin rubbed his eyes, "Is this the work of Zhuge Wuhou or Brother Yan?"

"It's Brother Yan, right?" Li Shuyu glanced into the temple.

"It's outrageous enough that a forest can be created with just a wave of the hand, but can a firebreak be built with trees?!" Hong Bin shook his head, a little bit unbelievable.

When the fire died down, the little fire god noticed the short and thin figure hiding in the flame's heart.

"Come out!"

Hong Bin started a fire in his palm and grabbed the face of the flaming shadow with one hand.

They were all masters of using fire, and he had never thought that he could subdue it with the Fiery Palm. The moment his palm touched the black shadow, a disgusting, rotten, slippery touch came from Hong Bin's palm.

"What the hell?"

When kneaded, it was a mass of burnt rotten meat with a bandage engraved with purple runes in the middle.

"Huo De Zong, it's really unfair... unfair... it's true that enemies don't meet each other!"

A man in a bright red robe walked out from behind the burnt ginkgo tree.

The man's naked face was wrapped in bandages and his features could not be seen clearly, but from his broken Chinese, it could be seen that he was not a Chinese.

"This year's Wanjiao fire started earlier than expected."

"My name is Nandi Zongla, a member of the Fire Poison Cult, from Thailand."

The so-called Fire Competition of All Religions originated from the introduction of foreign fire god beliefs by Western missionaries with fire powers during the Qing Dynasty. In later development, it gradually evolved into a global event of fire-making religions.

Among them, the major ones are the Nordic Loki belief, the Greek Hephaestus sect, the Japanese ninja sect "Kaguru of Fire", the Thai Fire Cult, and the Fire Deity Sect.

The initial fire competition was mixed with obvious hostile religious aggression, but it was gradually regularized and became a competition of magic from various countries, testing the purity, temperature, and burning ability of the fire.

According to Li Shuyu, the fire has gradually changed in recent years.

The struggle of magic has become a tool for the sects of various countries to plot against each other's skills and fire. Xiaorizi and the Nordic side have long been eyeing the holy fire inherited by the Fire De Sect.

"The Thai Divine Fire Cult has never won the championship, but I heard that all the fire sects in Southeast Asia have merged into something called the Fire Poison Cult." Hong Bin explained to Yan Huan with a disdainful tone.

Yan Huan nodded. "The Holy Fire of Huode Sect is still there, so they should have never been defeated. So what did you take from them?"

"The alchemy system is full of flashy stuff, and it is of no help to our practice."

Hearing this, Yan Huan probably understood.

Then these scoundrels would just be a group of scoundrels bullying honest people.

"What do you mean by the fire coming earlier?" Hong Bin shouted loudly.

"Because the sects in Europe, Japan, and the rest of the world have all lost." "This is the last session. Once the sacred flame is taken from you, the Fire Master will no longer exist."

Zong La laughed strangely, and a yellowish liquid seeped out from the gaps in the bandage.

The fire training method of the Taihuo Sect is fundamentally different from that of the Huode Sect. The Huode Sect practices fire from the inside out, step by step, namely, yang fire, gold fire, surrender ceremony, fire escape, and qi transformation into fire; while the Divine Fire Sect practices entering the flame before the supernatural powers are awakened. In their belief, only those who have endured the flame are recognized by the God of Fire.

This ritual directly led to the death of all the believers in the sea of ​​fire, while those who survived regarded the scars from the flames as the marks of God and guarded these scars for the rest of their lives.

"But isn't this a fool?"

"What's the meaning of this kind of belief if you treat skin covered with pus as a medal?" Yan Huan pointed at Zong La opposite and asked Li Shuyu, his mind full of doubts.

"You!" Nandi Zongla was furious. Members of this kind of esoteric sect could not stand outsiders pointing fingers at the sect's beliefs.

For a moment, the malice above his head was about to turn into rain clouds.

"Today I just said hello, but I'll remember you. I hope we can meet when we wait for Huobi."

Zong La suppressed his anger, clenched his fists, turned around, and intended to leave.

"I said, pus is flowing." Yan Huan stopped the red-robed man, "You just randomly set fire to someone else's territory, and the one you burned was the Wuhou Temple. Do you still think you can get away with it?"

"Rather than this, you should pay attention to the poison on the person next to you."

Yan Huan turned her head and saw that Hong Bin's palms were purple and blue, and bloodstains were all over his arms like tree roots, and the acne on his skin was threatening to fester and ooze pus.

This seems to be some kind of witchcraft.

"This is the corpse poison carefully prepared by the elders of the sect. What can you do with your poor medical skills..."

呲!
Yan Huan plucked off a green feather and swept it across Hong Bin's arm. The festering and pus-oozing wound healed instantly without even a single extra scar left.

"This is impossible!"

Zong La's eyes were bloodshot, and his eye sockets were cracked with streaks of blood. Liquid that was not sure whether it was tears or pus was sliding down from the corners of his eyes.

Yan Huan raised his hand and swept the increasingly strong malice in the air, condensing it into a short blade in his palm.

puff!
Yan Huan gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, pressed it against his chest and stabbed it.

"Brother Yan!" Li Shuyu shouted.

Zong La scratched his head in disbelief and took off a few pieces of rotten meat.

"Mad man, what are you doing?"

The next second, a bright and colorful blood flower bloomed on his chest.

"Ha ha--"

“Ah…ha——”

Zong La gasped, stared at the wound on his chest, then looked up at the opposite side.

"You are clearly hurting yourself, why am I also hurt, I..."

"From your religious initiation ceremony, I know that you have little cultivation of life and spirit. Didn't your god give you an indestructible body?"

"With this level, even if I give you another thousand or a hundred years, it still won't be enough."

As Yan Huan increased the force of his wrist, the black-robed man's heart was instantly crushed.

"But...you will die too..."

The weak foreigner grinned and looked forward with the last bit of consciousness. The next second, he could no longer laugh.

Yan Huan's broken chest was intact, not even a trace of blood was left, let alone a wound.

"Remember not to play with fire in your next life."

I don’t know why, but the chapters I sent out always swallow up my punctuation marks, and I can’t change them whether I want to or not.

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