At this moment, just in everyone's sight, Huai Shi reached out and stretched her right arm with insulated gloves into the boiling oil pan!

The burning iron and the surging metal fuel swallowed his forearm.

The terrifying high temperature that is comparable to the furnace cannot destroy the gloves specially made by Tongji, nor can it burn Huai Shi's metalized right arm.

Instead, he continuously provided countless heat and steel, seeking and waiting for his kingship.

The moment when the forbidden hand was unfolded.

Casting, it's beginning!

Under the erosion of divinity, the human nature that had become completely transparent was operating. Huai Shi's soul was slowly surging and brewing, constantly injecting the source material into the furnace of her arm.

Awaken the alchemy fire.

Started thousands of times forging...

This has been carried out thousands of times and has been completely imprinted into the process of instinct. Even if you can no longer experience the feelings of anger, your pure reaction is still engraved in the body and the holy marks.

There are still records of the Forbidden Hand and the Alchemy Fire.

Just follow the order of repetition!

Failed once, then the second, the third... In a short moment, dozens or hundreds of repetitions, followed by thousands of explorations.

It's like turning the key, the engine ignites, ignites, ignites, ignites... endless repetitions, digging the remaining traces in the record again and again.

Until a roar sound came from the casting furnace.

The engine has finally started.

Huai Shi's eyes lit up.

A breakthrough from scratch was completed in this instant.

Something was clenched tightly by the contracted five fingers.

The first thing that emerges is the outline of the heavy axe blade, the anger peeled from the soul turns into steel, growing little by little in the hands.

Immediately afterwards, anger spread and invaded Huai Shi's consciousness in reverse.

Return this anger that originally came from him again!

The phantom pain burst out from the axe.

The broken pain came from the depths of the soul.

Huai Shi's eyes turned black, and wisps of blood suddenly flowed out of her mouth and nose. The unusual blood with dazzling golden rose from the air, emitting a misty light.

Light up the face raised by Huai Shi.

And those pairs of pupils covered with blood and full of anger!

At this moment, the murderous axe in Huai Shi's hand condensed again and returned angrily!

Then, there is sadness, followed by compassion, pain, and even virtue... Finally, there are the curse and hatred dedicated by the crows!

Compared with the noble spirit of gods, this crystal produced by humans is so weak and insignificant, but this time, when they are returned, they are wedged into the soul tightly, and the noble aura of gods is not allowed to spread again... forming a blocked cage!

Huai Shi’s human nature is difficult, and it is back!

The raised altar stopped rising.

When those eyes were raised again, the agility and joy of the past emerged again.

Now, under his command, the disasters and records belonging to the dusk land are constantly transforming, injecting all the huge amount of despair and endless pain into this narrow dish.

A new hell is built from the empty shell between iron and fire.

It has never been as difficult as I had imagined in the past, and it even felt like it was flowing, and it was easy to use and put into practice without any pressure.

This is the hell crystal that can only be completed by the caster and the forbidden hand. It is a pinnacle work that can occupy a new height among the industrial kitchen demons!

Applause of admiration rang out.

Not only the audience, but also the praise from the audience.

The person who seems to be more pleasant, happier and more happy than Huai Shi...

Guo Shouque.

At this moment, I was full of emotion and praised the essence of disaster created by Huai Shi!

"You must be happy at this moment, Miss Paper?"

He looked at Huai Shi's appearance and murmured with relief: "At this moment, you must be able to understand this happiness that belongs to the chef demon alone?"

Just like farming, choose the timing carefully, pay attention to malice, regulate disasters, and finally grow fruits from hell... Have you ever experienced this excitement and fulfillment?"

Just as the production was made, Huai Shi suddenly realized that she had never heard his sigh. But just above Huaizhi Suzi's face, the corners of her mouth had curled up slightly.

He is smiling.

When you are fully devoted to the cooking, what comes naturally is this indescribable fulfillment and relief. What you are creating.

What achievements are you creating?

I am entering a new world, alone, moving forward step by step.

"You are growing up, Miss Paper, you are like the rising sun at this moment, growing extremely dazzlingly and extremely fast..."

The old man's eyes emitted an excited flame: "I can see that you can't hide it from me. You are strode forward on this road that belongs to us!"

That's right, it's like running, it's like flying...

No, it is faster than that, and more brilliant than that.

In these dark pupils filled with projection of the abyss, the hot light slowly rising into the sky was reflected.

Almost all of myself will be illuminated.

Dispel your loneliness...

He laughed, the drummer, and prayed for her from the bottom of his heart with expectations.

Please hurry up, Miss Paperback.

Get a little faster!

Now you are about to enter a realm where you can be enemies of me!

What responded to him was the rising wailing sound.

From the boiling and instantly burning, the metal fuel that burst out with all the heat, from the frying pot under Huai Shi, the raging flames swept across, swallowing everything.

Then, there is the darkness that surges out from the fountain.

The endless viscosity and darkness swelled out of the frying pan.

The crystal called despair was finally replicated in Huai Shi's hands.

After spending endless long years, the power entrusted by the kings of casting in Huai Shi was once again reappeared in the form of casting!

It’s right now, it’s right now!

The mission is done!

Just between the golden and crisp metal fries, the sticky dark sauce slowly flowed, and it was numb and desperate.

Hell is reappearing here.

"Its name..."

Guo Shouque had already stood up at some point, lay on the cooking table, looked closer, stared at the bitterness that was coming from the plate, and involuntarily took a deep breath, a refreshing moment.

My eyes were already burning red.

"What is its name? Miss Paizhu, please tell me-"

"You can give one."

Huai Shi rubbed her fingers indifferently: "I have no interest in dressing up the painful history. No matter how you name it is just a blasphemy of these pains - Guo Shouque. Since you are so eager for disaster, then feel the despair and pain in empathy."

"Apart from 'Avi', I can't imagine any name that can match it."

Guo Shouque sniffed this endless aftertaste, the endless pain and bitterness of reincarnation, and said decisively: "Born from the oil pan, the eternal torture and the numbness of waiting for liberation should be called 'Avi'!"

There are eight hells, the first hell, etc., the second place is black rope, the third place push, the fourth place calls, the fifth place calls, the sixth place calls, the seventh place calls, the seventh place calls, the eighth place calls, the eighth place...

Avici is the name of Wujian.

In the monk's concept, there is no place in this world that is more terrifying and dark than Wujian. Only after the heinous sins die will fall into such a place, and the solidified soul is tortured forever in endless evil thoughts.

Now, Abi came to Guo Shouque.

Open the door and wait quietly.

No urging is needed.

Just under everyone's witness, Guo Shouque rolled up his cuffs, straightened his collar, and sat upright.

Then, he picked up the red iron box in front of him, picked up a piece of steel that was full of despair, opened his mouth, and swallowed it into his stomach in a crisp sound.

Give it a sound.
To be continued...