His heart was full of terror, horror, confusion, and anger, but all his emotions were tumbling in his eyes for a while, and finally he converged, leaving only respect.

Slowly knelt down to the gods, lowered his head, and asked in a low voice: "I don't know why the high priest came to my little king's palace, why?"

A lazy and low voice came from a man not far away, "Come talk about cooperation."

Cooperation?The Eastern King raised his head violently and looked at Wei Zixi in surprise.

This man is arguably the most unpredictable and fearful existence in God's Domain.

Although the Underworld Deity is cold, it rarely kills innocents indiscriminately.

But this person, you will never know when you offended him, when you will die, or what he will do next.

The Eastern King lowered his eyes and said: "I don't understand the meaning of the high priest, but I am under the control of the Underworld Deity."

Wei Zixi laughed lowly, "If I tell you, Ji Mingyu will not show up in three months, maybe even he will never show up? If you and I cooperate well, maybe the next god Zun is you, and this Siamese continent will also be yours?"

"What?!!!" As soon as this remark came out, East King Shaoyang could no longer calm down, and stood up suddenly, looking at him in shock.

What does Wei Zixi mean?

Lord Hell will not appear within three months, or even never?is this real?

No, it's impossible!Hellmaster Venerable is the master of the Siamese continent. Only what he is interested in knowing about what is happening on this continent, and nothing he does not know?So I dare not act too brazenly.

But if it is... What if Wei Zixi said it true?

In particular, he remembered that the messages he sent out to see the gods in these past few days were sinking into the sea, and even Qinglong and others were gone.

Is this actually true?

The Eastern King took a deep breath and looked nervously at Wei Zixi, "High priest, what do you mean? How do you know that Venerable God will not appear within three months? Where is Venerable God now?"

"This is not what you need to know." Wei Zixi said lightly, "You just need to tell me your answer."

The Eastern King's face was struggling and excited, but he asked carefully: "I don't know what the high priest wants to cooperate with me?"

Wei Zixi's mouth slowly raised, revealing a charming and gentle smile, "I want you to order the entire Siamese continent, in the name of Ji Mingyu, to arrest the Mozu traitor Xi Xiyue, if there is a block, there is no amnesty to kill."

The king’s pupils shrank suddenly and exclaimed: "You let me pretend to express the will of the deity? No, no! Absolutely not! If the deity is known, I will definitely die without a burial place!"

The Eastern King's words were not finished yet, and suddenly felt a red mesh energy bound him.

There was a horrified expression on his face, and the cold sweat all over drenched his clothes.

And the same red net-like energy wrapped up the few East Kings in front of Wei Zixi.

In addition to Feng Yunzhao who has burst his head, the other few are masters of the Mahayana period, among which there is also the confidant of the Eastern King.

They had already passed out in a coma. They were shrouded in red energy at this time, but they did not know whether it was the instinct to survive, or whether to return to the light and let them open their eyes.

Everyone's face was full of fear and despair, and there were whispers pleading.