The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

There were a few gods who even had a smug smile on their faces, and then their smiles were stiff on their faces.

Looking at the head that kept rolling over the ground.

The next moment, a **** ghost emerges from the headless body, and it will condense into the body of the blood prison demon.

The painful and angry roar came from its mouth.

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"Oh-!!" The painful mourning came from the mouth of the **** demon.

A screaming scream, a terrible sigh.

Such screams are so heartbreaking that the gods who watched this scene looked pale and their bodies shook involuntarily.

After only half a tea time, the huge blood prison demon was burned clean, and even a little ash was left.

Sui Shuijian made a turn and returned to the hands of the scorpion.

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"You...what is your practice, what is it!" One of the gods was full of inconsistency, "Why? Why is there a magic in your flames, and it is still the magic of the demon kingdom?"

You know, high-order magic fires burn low-level, but it can be burned in minutes, and they have no resistance at all.

"Do you want to know?" He sneered. "Tell me to the king of the land!"

As soon as the voice fell, her whole person had already vacated, and her figure seemed to be divided into nine in an instant, welcoming the remaining nine devils.

The body of the lost phantom version shuttles between them.

Every **** has no power to resist, and almost cut off his head or cut off his waist.

The body of the blood prison demon is separated from the body and wants to escape.

But behind the horrible magic fire waiting for them.

The miserable screams come and go, and they ring like a layer of hell.

There was no mad smile on the face of Yan Yishan, only panic.

Seeing the sly sword will fall on himself, he suddenly thought of something, shouted, "Shangguan Qingyun, fast, block her! Block her!"

The Shangguan Qingyun refining made it.

The powerful upper monk monk pressure is released, which is not comparable to these gods.

The hearts of people watching the war have all mentioned the eyes of the blind.

Even if you can kill the strongest of the peak of God's main territory, can you still compete against the higher order of the gods?

You must know that you can have a heavenly distance from the gods and the realm of God!

Zijin real people eagerly said: "What to do? The sacred woman is only this age, how can it be the opponent of the gods elders? Do we want to help?"

Who knows that he just finished, the little red bird stunned him and looked at him. "Help? Just rely on your cultivation? Are you sure to help rather than drag your legs? The gods don't dare to say that they have the ability to blend into such a higher level." You can help yourself with the comparison of the steps? Do you say that you are daydreaming? Or is your face as big as a basin?"

Zijin real people have a handsome face, and they can't speak for a long time.

The little red bird took back its poisonous tongue and scorned it: "Do not worry, Shangguan Qingyun is just a shackle now. Even if there is a cultivation of the gods, there is no fighting consciousness of the monk monk. He is not an easy task."