The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Xi Yue raised her lips and smiled indifferently, "Just right, I also want to know, what will happen if I kill you scum in the Temple of the Virgin?"

"You... what are you talking about?" These servants felt that they had misheard. "Are you going to kill? Haha, are you stupid? Do you think we are all star slaves? We are all serious." God domain monk, if you kill me, Heavenly Dao will drop the punishment, at the slightest repair will destroy the sea of ​​clouds, and at the other end will be wiped out, the spirit will disappear!"

"This big-talking little girl actually said to kill us? I think she is stupid!"

Xiyue grabbed in the void with one hand, originally wanted to grab the Lishui sword.

But when her thoughts moved, she remembered Ji Mingyu's gift.

So the Lishui sword became the fiery red Zhu Tianling.

Seeing the moment Zhu Tianling appeared, the holy servants in Beiyuan were dumbfounded.

Even if they don't know Zhu Tian Ling, they can feel the powerful breath on Zhu Tian Ling. This is definitely an artifact, and at least an upper-level artifact.

"You... you are not a sacrificial saint! A sacrificial saint can't drive an artifact. You, who are you?!"

Xi Yue glanced at the girl on the ground who had been scared, and then looked at the servants again, eyes full of disgust.

"Want to know who I am, go to the eighteenth hell and ask the king!"

The words had just fallen, and the fiery red Zhu Tianling had boiled up, and flew towards the holy servants.

Wherever Zhu Tianling went, he punctured his heart and died instantly.

Those people couldn't even exclaim, they just fell straight down.

Zhu Tianling turned around and returned to Xi Yue.

The last servant who was pierced by the heart of Zhu Tianling pointed at Xiyue, and his eyes were full of panic, "Why... why do you kill people without being punished by Heaven? Why?"

The answer to him was that Xi Yue's cold smile, and Zhu Tianling slowly put away.

"Holy lady, you are the true holy lady, are you here to save us?"

"Holy lady, please spare our lives, I really want to go home!"

When the holy servants all died, the girls all prostrate and knelt in front of Xi Yue, bowing their heads in joy and horror.

They already knew their destiny to sacrifice to the soul, and they had already accepted their fate.

However, people are afraid of death. If they can live, who doesn't want to live!

The appearance of this girl gave them hope!

Xiyue hadn't had time to speak yet, and there was an exclaimed voice not far away, "Xiyue——!!! It's really you!!!"

Xi Yue looked back and saw a pale girl who described some haggard but unbelievable beauty standing there, looking at her in shock.

This person is An Lingyan.

Because of her superior qualities, she does not have to be trampled and humiliated by these holy servants like these sacrificial saints.But the days in this temple of the Virgin are definitely not easy.

An Lingyan rushed in front of Xi Yue, looked at the sacrificial woman sacrificial on her knees, and looked at the dead servant, her eyes full of disbelief.

She held Xiyue's hand and said incoherently: "Why are you here? Are you also a saintly saint? No, not right, Siam only needs to offer a saintly saint. Xiyue, these people You killed them all? What can I do now? The gods will not let you go."

"Cousin, calm down." Xi Yue grabbed An Lingyan's trembling hand and said softly, "I'm not a sacrificial saint, I came here to find you."