The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

There were even a few proud smiles on the faces of the gods, and then their smiles stiffened on their faces.

Looked dullly at the head that kept rolling on the ground.

The next moment, a bloody ghost came out of the headless body, and it would condense into the body of the blood hell demon.

A painful and angry howl came from his mouth.

Xi Yue smiled faintly, and suddenly a tongue of fire rose from the Lishui sword in his hand, wrapped the sword body, and threw at the blood demon demon.

"Aoao Aoao!!!!" Painful wailing came from the mouth of the blood demon demon.

There was a bleak sound, a tragic sound.

Such screams were so heart-breaking that the gods who looked at this scene all looked pale and their bodies shook involuntarily.

Just half a tea time later, the huge blood hell demon was burned clean, leaving no dust left.

Lishui sword hit back and forth and returned to Xi Yue.

In front of Xi Yueheng's chest, slender and long fingers gently flicked the blade with the flame still on, and slowly said: "Do you want to be polite? Just, I don't want to be polite to you at all!"

"You... what kind of exercises are you doing and what you do!" one of the god masters said with horror, "Why? Why is there a devil qi in your flames, and it is still the devil qi of Devil Emperor Realm?"

You know, the high-level magic fire burns the low-level, but it can be burned out in minutes, they have no trace of resistance at all.

"Want to know?" Xi Yue sneered. "Then go to the ground and ask King Yan Luo!"

As soon as the words fell, she had already risen into the air, and her body seemed to split into nine in an instant, meeting the remaining nine demon masters.

The phantom version of the phantom is shuttled between them.

Each Divine Lord had no trace of resistance, and almost instantly cut off his head or cut off his waist.

The body of the blood hell demon detached from the body and wanted to escape.

But the terrible magic fire behind them was waiting for them.

The miserable cries kept coming and going, ringing like a hell of eighteen floors.

Yu Yishan no longer has any crazy smile on his face, only frightened.

Seeing that Xiyue's sword was about to fall on him, he suddenly thought of something and shouted, "Shangguan Qingyun, hurry, block her! Block her!"

The puppet made by Shangguan Qingyun moved.

The release of the mighty monks from the upper realm was simply not comparable to these god masters.

The hearts of the people watching the battle all mentioned their throats.

Even if Xiyue can kill the strongest peak of God's main realm, can it still compete with the higher level of God Realm?

You have to know that there is a general distance between God and God's Lord Realm!

Zijin real people said anxiously: "What should I do? After all, the saint is only at this age, how can he be the opponent of the elders of God Realm? Do we want to help?"

Who knows that as soon as he finished speaking, the little red bird glanced at him contemptuously, "Help? It depends on your cultivation behavior? Are you sure you are helping rather than dragging your feet? This god bird does not dare to say that he has the ability to blend into such advanced Do you think you can help in the first-order competition? You said you are dreaming in daylight? Or is your face as big as a basin?"

The real face of Zijin lively turned red, and he couldn't speak for a while.

The little red bird only recovered its venomous tongue and hummed: "Take it easy, Shangguan Qingyun is now just a puppet. Even if he has the cultivation practice of God Realm, he does not have the fighting consciousness of God Realm monk. Xiyue dealt with it. He is not easy."