The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"Impossible! Impossible! Master will not die!" Chang Ling roared with pain, his eyes suddenly turned red.

Night Owl seemed to be mad, and actually came directly out of the enchantment, and killed the god who said that Wei Zixi was dead. "Dare to say that the master is dead, I will kill you!!"

"Night Owl—!!!" Yan Shi saw that Night Owl rushed out of the enchantment, yelling, and rushed out without hesitation.

Um-the sword light crossed, and the bishop who just attacked the enchantment was cut by their sword.

"Traitor, it's damn long ago!" Yan Shi sneered, and no longer ignored the ghastly bishops, rushed to the night owl.

Ye Xiao stunned: "What are you doing out here?"

"Just you revenge for the master, and we are not allowed to care about everything?" Yan Mo chuckled, "The world said that the master is ruthless and ruthless, but there are a few people in this world who have true temperament like the devil? I fell into that year. Devil's Dao, which is inferior to the hypocrisy and fickleness of mankind, is the most right thing to do in my life.

Ye Xiao's eyes were red, and he laughed a long while ago: "Okay! Today we will kill all the bitches!"

"Demon Lord, wait for your subordinates to kill enough copies, then go find you!"

Yan Shi and Chang Ling responded together: "Count me!"

A few people were fighting with dozens of god masters in an instant, but these god masters had a higher level of self-cultivation than that. Coupled with many people, the night owl broke another arm, and its combat power was greatly reduced.

A few people could not sustain it anytime soon.

At this moment, the cold light flashed in the sky, and the sword wind roared.

A shadow came from the sky, fell with a knife, and chopped several gods back several steps.

At night, they stared at the fallen man in black.

Chang Ling's eyes were red, and a tremble screamed, "Xuan Mu, are you here?!"

Xuan Mu's expression was still cold, but the turbulent waves in his eyes revealed the unsteady emotion in his heart.

After a pause, his voice was hoarse: "How can I not count my share in revenge for the devil?"

A few people looked at each other, and all of a sudden they felt a sore pain and a burst of pride in their hearts.

The grudges of the past are on this battlefield.

However, the addition of Xuan Mu does not allow the battle situation to be reversed.

Because there are too many soul devils, it is almost inexhaustible.

And the cultivation behavior of the dozen or so deities is far higher than them.

Just when the strength of several people was slowly exhausted, his hands and feet were sore and he could not even lift it.

Suddenly, a trembling dragon sound came from the air.

With a bang, the roof of the entire priest's palace collapsed, and a four-claw golden flying dragon hovered around the sky.

I saw a snorkel in his mouth, and the soul-evil demon below was swept away by half of it in an instant.

Xuan Mu stared blankly, and above the golden dragon, the white slender figure landed slowly like a fairy.

The purple whip shadow whizzed and flickered, but in a blink of an eye, the gods who besieged them were actually killed by Ziming Youluo.

The blood hell demon drilled out of the human body, but just wanted to escape, the source of the fire mixed with the magic energy fell.

As the screams of horror screamed, the three blood hell demon didn't even hold ten breaths, and turned into fly ash.

"Xi Yue!" Xuan Mu stepped forward and opened his mouth, trying to say nothing, but couldn't say a word.

Xiyue seemed to know what he was going to ask, and said softly: "Sorry, Wei Zixi, he is dead."