When Monk Yuanhui sensed something was wrong and rushed over with Mu Xiao, fires had already broken out under the three large bronze cauldrons.
The head monk was already short-tempered, and now he was even worse.
"Amitabha! Sun Gui, are you trying to kill everyone?!"
"What a joke!" Sun Gui laughed instead. "Don't pretend with me. You all know this 'cauldron of boiling water hell.' I'm just using the fastest method to find something!"
"Cloud-like cloth is impervious to water and fire; burning it is the easiest way! Hahahaha—what is that! Get out here!"
Sun Gui's loud laughter abruptly stopped, and a faint, eerie wail echoed from all around. The sound was extremely mournful, as if the person was enduring endless pain.
Sun Gui seemed a little scared, but after waiting for a while, apart from the sound of ghostly wails, no danger appeared. So he was no longer afraid and quickly ordered the two men to light the other bronze cauldrons as well.
Yan Qing and Monk Yuanhui naturally tried to stop them, but Sun Gui, perhaps having taken some kind of superpower, managed to hold off all three of them single-handedly.
The four of them got into a fight, and even with the combined efforts of the three, they still couldn't defeat Sun Gui. This guy had so many magical artifacts on him, it was like they didn't care about money at all, it was really annoying.
Time passed quickly, and before long, raging fires had been lit under the bottom of twelve pots.
"Not good!" Monk Yuanhui was now in a panic. He couldn't care less about conserving his strength and planned to summon the fragments of the "Nine Refinements Jade Cloud Tower" to suppress Sun Gui.
Otherwise, if this continues, the consequences will be unimaginable.
But before he could make a move, a whirlwind suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the hall, blowing the remaining six large woks on fire in one go.
The moment the eighteen pots and pans were completely ignited, the ghostly wailing that had subsided for a while began to rise again.
This time, the wailing was no longer a mournful whisper, but a raging storm. With each howl, everyone's head began to throb.
Each cry grew louder than the last, and Yan Qing felt her senses fading away with the wailing. She could only desperately dig her nails into them, using the pain to try and regain her composure.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, she took out the gold liquid from the ring and began to pour it into her mouth recklessly.
As soon as she swallowed the golden water, sure enough, all the sounds around her completely disappeared.
Yan Qing got up from the ground and found that everyone had collapsed and was unconscious. The monk Yuanhui and Sun Gui, who were closest to her, were both lying on the ground with their faces covered in blood, and even their ears were bleeding.
Compared to them, Mu Xiao seemed to be in a worse state. He appeared to have been hit by that gust of cold wind, and his blood was gushing out.
Lingxi reappeared at this moment, "Master, that sonic attack was so powerful! Lingxi almost fell victim to it too, thankfully you're alright, Master!"
Yan Qing's first reaction was to quickly put out the fire; these eighteen pots were clearly abnormal. Without thinking, she tossed a fire extinguisher to Lingxi and quickly grabbed one, running towards the nearest large pot.
"Sizzle—sizzle—sizzle—" The fire extinguishers were sprayed wildly as if they were free, and the fire was quickly put out.
Yan Qing turned to the next one without stopping, but this time she was a step too late.
Suddenly, a constant scratching sound came from inside the large wok in front of them, as if something was climbing up from the bottom of the wok.
Sure enough, the next moment, a long-haired man covered in black and red grease climbed up.
The man had a dark, bluish-black face and long, disheveled hair covered in unmelted grease. The moment he saw Yan Qing, he lunged at her like a volley of firecrackers.
Yan Qing dodged quickly, and the blue-faced man missed his target. He roared a few times and then lunged at her again with his arms outstretched.
At such close range, she could see the other person's long, green fingernails, which were shimmering with fluorescence and looked extremely poisonous.
No, she can't have any contact with this person!
So Yan Qing used her guerrilla tactics, grabbing a fire extinguisher and plunging into the pile of pots and pans, her plan being to either spin you to death or make you dizzy!
She could already tell that the blue-faced man who crawled out of the pot was probably the sinner who had been thrown into the cauldron hell.
This person has been dead for who knows how many years. Although he has successfully risen from the dead, his limbs are obviously stiff, and he is killing purely on instinct.
So Yan Qing led him through the pile of pots and pans, while taking the opportunity to frantically press the fire extinguisher a couple of times to put out the fire. After doing this, she actually managed to put out four or five fires.
However, the bad news is that even with Lingxi constantly putting out the fire, there are still three or four pots that haven't been completely extinguished.
The people inside climbed out and began attacking her frantically.
Behind Yan Qing, the number of blue-faced men chasing her increased to eight, but even so, no one could get close to her.
She stubbornly led the eight blue-faced men through the pile of pots and pans, managing to drag them out until Lingxi extinguished the last flame.
"Roar—roar—crack crack crack—!!"
The moment the flames were completely extinguished, the eight blue-faced men behind him went berserk. The others who hadn't managed to climb out of the pot were trapped inside forever.
Lingxi also ran back, drew her chain swords, and began to slash wildly. However, these blue-faced men seemed a bit strange. When the chain swords struck them, they clearly felt immense pain. Even though their arms and legs were broken, they continued to relentlessly pursue Yan Qing.
"My God, have these people gone mad?" Lingxi was furious. "Master, you just wait!"
The mother and child chain blades merged into one, forming a huge purple longsword, its blade gleaming with a cold, eerie light.
The next moment, Lingxi pointed her sword at the sky, shouting, "Nine—Nether—Hell—Slash—!"
The mother-and-child chain blades slashed through the sky, suddenly tearing open a small hole in the void. Several blue-faced men closest to it were caught off guard and sucked in.
"You created your own replica of the Nine Hells, so let's send you to the real Nine Netherworlds!" Lingxi said with great magnanimity.
The air suddenly became eerily still. Taking advantage of this moment, Yan Qing's dice spun rapidly, completely enveloping the remaining blue-faced men.
Several beams of yellow light shot out from the dice, binding the blue-faced men tightly.
Only one was left alive; the rest were thrown into the crack cleaved open by the spirit rhinoceros.
"Alright!" Yan Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm exhausted! I wasn't even as tired as during a 3000-meter sprint!"
She didn't forget to praise Lingxi, "Great job, great job this time!"
Just moments ago, Lingxi exuded domineering confidence, but instantly transformed into a well-behaved and sensible little girl. She pointed to the eighteen pots and pans behind her and asked somewhat uncertainly,
"Master, will the people inside not be able to climb out again?"
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