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Chapter 300: So cool and beautiful, I love it

"Thank you!" Lin Feihong took a breath and nodded at her.

"Focus." Lin Qingyao hummed softly and continued walking forward.

The temperature in the third layer of hell suddenly rose, and the ground became like a boiling oil pan.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning, and black mist floated above the oil pan.

"The Oil Pot Hell, according to legend, is a place specifically designed to punish those who are corrupt and make unjust judgments." Chen Yile pointed at the oil pot in front of him.

"Look at this black mist. It should be the souls of people who have been fried."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a series of loud noises in the frying pan. Several little ghosts, all wet and greasy, suddenly jumped out of the frying pan and rushed towards the three people screaming.

Lin Feihong immediately made a hand gesture and the talisman flew out quickly, forming a golden barrier in front of him.

The oil ghosts crashed into the barrier, making bursts of hissing sounds, but these little ghosts were not immediately repelled. Instead, they entangled themselves tightly on the barrier and tried to break through it.

"This is not easy to deal with." Lin Feihong frowned. It was obvious that his magic this time could not quickly eliminate these oil ghosts.

"I'll do it!" Lin Qingyao shouted.

He suddenly jumped up and kicked the imp that was rushing towards him, hitting it right in the head.

The kid's head was shattered by her kick, and his body scattered like mud.

She quickly turned around and punched continuously, smashing the remaining little ghosts one by one.

The barrage completely exploded.

"So handsome!"

"Lin Qingyao is so beautiful and cool, and her boxing skills are amazing!"

"Sister Qingyao's fans plus one!"

As they went deeper and deeper, the scenes in each level of hell became more terrifying in their own way.

Some are iron tree hells, where the thorns on the trees are as sharp as knives; some are ice hells, where cold ghosts attack from time to time in the biting cold wind.

And the little ghosts on each floor are becoming more and more ferocious.

Lin Feihong's Taoist magic continued to fight against these evil spirits. The talismans in his hands spun like windmills, and fire, lightning, and ice appeared in the scene one after another.

Lin Qingyao still mainly used fists and feet. Every time the little ghost pounced on her, she could quickly attack and defeat her opponent one by one.

The audience's comments were full of climaxes and gifts were given continuously.

The three finally walked out of the Eighteen Levels of Hell scene and faced a dim, damp but relatively spacious room.

The surrounding walls seemed to have been corroded by time, becoming mottled and peeling, and the air was filled with the smell of mold and decay.

In the middle of the room stood a worn wooden chair, on which sat a skinny young man with a pale face and eyes as sharp as an eagle.

He stretched his legs lazily, his elbows resting on the back of the chair, looking nonchalant.

And behind him, stood a familiar figure.

The weird clown was wearing a dirty striped suit and had a mocking smile on his face.

"Clown..." Lin Feihong subconsciously clenched his fists, his eyes full of vigilance.

The skinny boy raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a playful smile, and said lightly: "Chen Yile, do you remember me? My name is Deng Zhenguang!"

Chen Yile's lips curled up into a half-smile, obviously recognizing the other person.

"How could I not remember? You're the Nanyang sorcerer, Deng Zhenguang, right? But you, a sorcerer, actually switched to Taoist magic?"

Deng Zhenguang didn't take it seriously. He stood up lazily, brushed off the dust on his body, and said with a half-smile.

"Be it Taoism or black magic, as long as I can kill you, that's all I need. I don't care about the means, I only care about the result."

"Besides, I'm not here just to demonstrate my Taoism today."

He paused, his eyes glancing towards the clown standing behind him, his tone filled with a hint of sinister pride.

"Remember this guy behind me? He's much more powerful than before. Do you think he's just a simple puppet?"

"Let me tell you, our Geo-Organization has collected countless of these evil creatures, using a variety of methods, but... you won't have the chance to see them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Deng Zhenguang waved his hand violently, and a sharp laugh rang out in the cold air. The clown's figure disappeared in an instant, as if blending into the surrounding darkness.

"The barrage exploded!"

"That clown guy is here again! Everyone, hurry up and warn them!"

"He almost killed Chen Yile last time, and now he's doing it again? This is terrifying!"

"Lin Feihong, be careful! This guy almost killed Yile last time!"

Chen Yile and Lin Feihong's expressions instantly grew serious. Lin Feihong clenched his fists, sweat dripping down his back, clearly still terrified of this strange clown.

Chen Yile pursed his lips, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes, "Lin Feihong, this time is different. I suffered a loss last time, this time we must..."

"Wait." Lin Qingyao suddenly interrupted him, her eyes sweeping around coldly, as if she could see through the darkness and see the clown's every move.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, with a hint of mockery: "You think you can scare me with this little trick?"

"Lin Qingyao is really a witch, her eyes are so cool!"

"Sister Qingyao, take action! The clown is done for this time!"

"I just like Sister Qingyao's confident attitude!"

Lin Feihong was stunned for a moment, then realized that Lin Qingyao's strength was far different from his and Chen Yile's.

He took a few steps back and whispered to Chen Yile, "Leave it to her this time. We can't cause any more trouble."

Before he finished speaking, the clown's figure flashed out from the darkness again, moving as fast as the wind, and pounced directly at Lin Qingyao with a shrill laugh.

Its movements were still strange, as if without any pattern. It instantly appeared in front of Lin Qingyao, and its sharp claws grabbed towards her face.

However, Lin Qingyao did not show any panic, but instead snorted disdainfully.

She raised her hand slightly, and a hint of purple light appeared at her fingertips, cutting through the air like a sharp blade.

Her figure disappeared instantly, avoiding the clown's attack.

The clown missed his attack and instantly disappeared into the darkness, as if he had never appeared.

But Lin Qingyao was not in a hurry at all. Her eyes were as sharp as a knife as she scanned the surroundings with a sneer on her lips.

"As expected, it's just that. You can only use these illusory illusions."

As she finished speaking, she lightly flicked her finger, and a sharp buzzing sound suddenly rang out in the air.

The purple light spread out like silk threads, instantly covering the surroundings and forming a huge barrier that sealed off the entire room.

"What's going on? Sister Qingyao is so cool!"

"Boundary technique! She's a demon, this is indeed a high-end Taoist technique!"

"Sister Qingyao can definitely handle it!"

"I've seen through the clown's patterns of action." Lin Qingyao's tone was calm, but it carried an endless amount of pressure.

She slowly raised her palm, and the purple light at her fingertips grew brighter and brighter, eventually forming a sharp blade that pointed directly at the clown lurking in the darkness.

Suddenly, Lin Qingyao swung forward without warning, and a purple light pierced through the darkness like lightning and headed straight for a corner.