The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"Huh, this Suzaku is a big beauty. I originally wanted to have a good time. I didn't expect her to restore the animal form directly. But I have never eaten this Suzaku meat. I don't know if it is delicious in the world. One bite must let me taste it!"

"Hahaha, when Qinglong was in God Realm on weekdays, he was also impressed by us. He looked so high that he didn't put people in his eyes. Now he is in such a situation. It's considered Feng Shui to take turns. You can't be so easy. If you eat this animal, you have to humiliate it and let him know what will happen to us!"

The more people said, the more excited they were, and the pot stove was also set up, the three flesh and blood were blurred, and the dying beast was abandoned.

Most of the fur on the white tiger was stripped off, revealing the fierce flesh and blood, and there was no spiritual energy in the spit, as if it would die at any time.

The two dragon horns of the Qinglong have been broken, the dragon's tail has been cut in half, and the entire dragon's body has been hung up, just to let the precious dragon blood flow into the boiling cauldron.

Suzaku is even more miserable. Both wings and two feet were cut off, and the eyeballs were dug out. The red eyes were flying around in the air. It was the gods who were playing.

"You said we would be too arrogant, what if the Lord of the Underworld returns and asks us to settle the accounts?"

"Ha! Venerable Hell? After today, will there still be Venerable Hell in this world? We are afraid that he will not come. He is coming. The traps here are all prepared for him, just wait for him to tread on his own. Come in. When he dies, our deity will become the emperor, and then the whole world will not be ours!"

"Less bragging, the position of God Emperor must be our god Ye Chi!"

"Don't be noisy, no matter who will take the position of the emperor in the future, this Underworld Deity must be a stumbling block, it must be removed first!"

"Hahaha, right, no matter what, today Ji Mingyu will definitely die. What's wrong with us eating some of his flat-haired beasts?"

It was really lively and cheerful.

However, all of a sudden, there were squeaking strange sounds in the ears of several people.

This sound is quite strange, like something is freezing at the fastest speed.

However, this is a temple. Everything in the temple is a magic weapon. How can ordinary frost breath freeze?

At the next moment, everyone's eyes fell on the door, and then one after another, his eyes widened suddenly, showing a frightened expression.

Because they found out that there was no man standing at the door when a man wearing black clothes was standing.

The man’s looks are incomprehensible and outstanding, even if the expression is cold, the woman in the world will still be fascinated as long as he sees his face, and is lost in wonder.

However, even the divine-level monk in this temple, even the female cultivator of Huaichun, was full of horror and horror when he saw this man.

Because the man who appeared was Ji Mingyu, the only king of Siam, Venerable Hell!

And just when they heard the creaking noise, it was frost that had spread from under his feet.

Wherever Frost went, no matter it was magic weapon, stone pillar, spar, or flame, it instantly stagnate, forming an eternal posture.

"Ah--!!!" The first scream sounded in a panic, but it ended very briefly.

Because, this person was frozen into an ice sculpture in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the second, the third, the fourth... so many god-level monks, under the hood of frost and frost, did not even have the slightest chance to fight back.