The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"As for Miss Xiyue!" Yan Zhi narrowed her eyes and sneered. "We did promise that the devil won't move you, but you wouldn't think that you would be able to lap up in front of us unscrupulously? You said, if so We dedicate you directly to the devil, will the devil be happier?"

Xi Yue's expression was very cold, and the Lishui sword appeared in her hand. She didn't even ignore the arrogant provocation, but looked at the monks around.

"Can you promise me what I can do?"

This question made the monks a bit caught off guard and did not answer in time.

Xiyue continued: "If you can't do it, the human race may be lost, and you will never have the opportunity to turn over again. I will kill each of the eight demons here. What you have to do is to ensure that they absolutely can't There is a chance to escape. Now, tell me clearly, can you do it?"

"Can, can do it!!" The messy voice became an oath-like cry.

"Miss Xiyue, you have done the most dangerous and difficult things. If we can't even complete this task, we might as well just die!"

"Miss Xiyue, please be assured that even if we die, we will not let these people escape!!"

"Miss Xiyue, please be careful and protect yourself!"

"The future of the human race can only depend on you!"

Yan Zhi could hardly believe his ears, and the demon named Xie Yu would even laugh directly: "What are you saying? You want to kill us one by one, hahaha, this is the biggest joke I have ever heard! Who gives you self-confidence, is it the Devil Lord?! Or Hellmaster?! Hahaha!"

When the Lishui sword roared, the girl's figure turned into a white light and rushed into the array.

Xie Yu felt a strong sense of crisis and quickly evaded.

However, Rao is very fast, and still feels a sharp pain in his left arm.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" One arm flew up into the sky and fell to the ground, turning into a blue and purple scale-like prototype.

Xie Yu clutching her broken arm, her face twisted with pain and anger, "Bitch, how dare you attack me, I will kill you--!!!"

The chaos started at the top of Ziwei Mountain.

Eight magicians and two human monks.

It stands to reason that this is a very disparate battle.

Even the human monks are holding a mortal ending, thinking that this is a desperate fight and there is no hope of victory.

However, as the battle progressed, everyone's expressions became more and more shocked and ecstatic.

One magician, two magicians, three magicians...

One by one the devil will be cut at the foot by the sword with flashing colorful brilliance.

Demon races have a very strong regeneration ability. Unless their heads are cut off, they will not die even if they are punctured.

However, these demons who were injured by the Lishui Sword lost their ability to repair and regenerate their bodies for a period of time.

Because each of the Lishui swords pierced by Xiyue has its original power.

The root of wood representing hope, and the devil qi representing destruction, are all things that are mutually related.

The power of the source can be transformed into magic energy, but it can also make magic energy useless.

With the death of one magician after another, the remaining demons will finally panic.

They began to flee in a panic and began to desperately summon the lower-level demons below to protect them.

However, this game was originally set by Xi Yue from the beginning.