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

Chapter 94 Your God is Awesome
"Zong La?"

"Zong Laaaaaaaah!"

Warren took out his cell phone and stared at the string of characters in the call log that showed no one answered the call. His eyes were bloodshot and he clenched his teeth.

Faced with a brother who didn't look like a human at all, Kankan could only find traces of his existence from his voice.

"Relax," Yan Huan consoled him. "In a sense, he's still alive. Isn't that a good thing?"

"If you kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed. Your brother committed murder and arson. To be honest, this price is light. He is just controlled by me, not to be killed."

"So, calm down, calm down."

Warren's clenched teeth bleed, "I'll kill you!"

The soul-calming bell was raised high, and before he could swing his arms, Yan Huan flew down from the air.

"I advise you not to use magic tools that target souls casually."

"We have a friend here who was sleeping soundly, but when he woke up, he was very irritable."

Yan Huan tapped his temple with his fingers as a kind reminder.

Yan Huan sometimes wondered whether he should let the Teng Snake, which had been nurtured in his soul for many years, out to breathe. He wondered if it was feeling suffocated.

Warren raised his arms high, his body shaking violently uncontrollably. Suppressing his anger, he began to calmly examine the battle situation.

At this point, he could no longer regard Yan Huan's words as bluffing.

"The intelligence from the sect never mentioned the existence of such a person. If we don't fight hard now, not only will we not be able to avenge my brother's murder, but I'm afraid the Fire Seed Plan within the sect will also fail."

Warren acted decisively and took out an old thing, which was similar to a flint, shaped like the blade of a Xuanhua axe, and filled with tinder in the middle.

Click!

A spark came out of the rusty axe, setting the bandaged Warren on fire.

The purple runes twisted and deformed under the burning flames, melting into pools of eerie and ominous ink and dissolving in the red flames.

In an instant, the demonic flames of Asan were raging, and his entire body was covered with black flames.

Amir, who was fighting nearby, noticed the commotion and a disgusting, hideous smile appeared on his face. The corner of his mouth raised, tearing the scar on his cheek.

"Your friend is going to die!"

"If Warren gets serious, even I can't stand up to him."

"So that's how it is. I feel relieved then." Li Shuyu smiled, opened his mouth slightly, stuck out his tongue, and a long sword with flame patterns was imprinted on the surface of his tongue.

"Tsk!" Amir was about to step back, but his arms were firmly grasped by Li Shuyu.

Fire poison, witchcraft, corruption poison... purple runes mixed with countless poison techniques crawled along Li Shuyu's skin.

For a moment, he felt unbearable itching, as if he was being bitten by insects and ants.

"You're asking for your life, how dare you touch me like that! Any of the poisons here is enough to kill you eight or ten times over!"

"Let go! Let me go!"

Amir softened his body and released the fire poison. At the same time, Li Shuyu's protective fire became brighter and brighter.

“This thing is not good...”

Amir looked at the flaming sword that was taking shape in Li Shuyu's mouth. The small sword was not good-looking, the fire was weak, and it looked dim. But such a small thing seemed to have put itself on the stake, giving him a feeling of waiting to die.

Liu Ye stood aside with his arms folded, not knowing where to look.

"When did Shuyu learn the Fire Belly Sword?"

This Fire Belly Sword is the superior skill of the Huode Sect. It is refined from the yang fire in the body. Compared with ordinary flames, it does not burn, nor does it explode. It is dim and without light, but it can wipe out everything it touches without a trace.

"There is such a fighting style. According to Shuyu's personality, he shouldn't be so reckless. Do you have a plan to escape?"

Seeing that his master was as anxious as an ant on hot pan, Hong Bin hurriedly tugged at his clothes.

"Master, don't worry. Brother Yan has a method to detoxify. It's quite powerful."

Liu Ye looked at Yan Huan who was not panicking in front of the black flames, and said with emotion, "A hundred doors are connected!" At this time, Amir, who was targeted by the Fire Belly Sword, became arrogant again, "Don't be silly, so what if you kill me once? I don't know how many voodoo dolls there are to transfer damage, and they are all wrapped with your Chinese hair."

"Every time you kill me, one more of your compatriots will die. Don't you care about their lives?"

"Brother Yan said he would solve it." Li Shuyu stuck out his tongue and spoke unclearly.

"That witch? Do you trust him so much!?"

"He can't even protect himself!"

Li Shuyu nodded, and a fire sword shot out from his mouth, piercing through Amir's forehead. A small hole appeared on the top of the dwarf Asan's head, and the flesh and blood in the middle seemed to have been dug out along with the space.

"I told you, my voodoo doll..."

what···

The substitution spell was not triggered, and Amir fell with his head tilted back. In a blind spot that was beyond his sight, he gradually saw clearly that there was a ghost with one leg tied there, playing with a bunch of voodoo dolls.

Hiding there is the ghost thief Xuhua.

"Thank you. I will go and ask Brother Yan to help me detoxify." Li Shuyu bowed, used fire to resist the erosion of the poison, and slowly walked to Yan Huan's side.

"Brother Yan, how are you doing here?"

Yan Huan turned his head, and the green wings behind him flapped. A warm and dim light dissipated, covering Li Shuyu's festering wound like a veil. After a slight chill, the wound healed without a trace.

"Waiting for the other side to transform."

"I am the only one who has martial ethics. If it were someone else, the opponent's head would be smashed to pieces with such effort."

Li Shuyu was puzzled and asked, "Why don't you interrupt? This aura is quite terrifying. What if something incredible is summoned?"

Yan Huan shook his head.

If this was any other spell, he would have interrupted it midway, but this black flame had a strong elven aura and a power of faith intertwined with evil thoughts.

Whoohoo!
While the two were talking, the black flames burned fiercely, and a burly black shadow stepped out from it.

The thing was quite human-like, with flames all over its body and four arms. Its right hands held a green bamboo and a sword, while its left hands held a rosary. It looked very powerful, with golden light and angry eyes.

"Great God of Fire! Your devout believers have been persecuted. Please punish these heretics with divine punishment!"

Warren knelt and kowtowed, worshiping the huge statue in the black flames.

The giant statue covered in flames slowly moved. It was as still as a mountain and as powerful as thunder when it moved. The Holy Fire Square began to tremble.

"This is···"

Yan Huan was stunned, and his whole body froze.

The creation of spirits includes animals that obtain and refine qi, ghosts left behind after human death, and essences condensed according to the laws of nature...

Yan Huan had not expected that this collection of concepts, relying on the power of incense and the faith of tens of thousands of people, could also develop into an elf.

"This god that you, the Fire Poison, have raised is simply amazing!"

"Lend it to me for a while."

Yan Huan's eyes gleamed dimly, and he reached forward with his right hand. Under the influence of the "Binding Spirits and Dispatching Generals" spell, the contract between elves and humans became concrete. In front of him was an ancient parchment with densely packed, obscure words on it.

However, Yan Huan didn't need to understand. He simply erased the name of the contracting party, and then redefined the content of the contract in Chinese according to his own understanding, and filled in his own name on it.

"Huotian, right? Come here." After finishing, Yan Huan opened his arms.

The huge, solemn and dignified statue suppressed its anger, became honest and steady, and lay obediently beside Yan Huan.

"Huotian... Great God Huotian?"

Seeing his faith being treated like a toy in Yan Huan's hands, Warren seemed to have lost all his strength and fell to his knees with a thump.

"My brother, my God...Isn't it enough that you have played with me?" Warren grabbed the soul-calming bell.

(End of this chapter)