The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

How can he bear it?

He yelled loudly, the sky was shaking, and the night owl imprisoned him as a powder.

Huang Fuyuan rose into the sky, staring at Jun Yueze with ferocious and brutal eyes.

"Kill you--!!! There is no formation, I see how you are fighting me!!"

Bloody hands don't know when to transform a long sword with magical energy.

The tip of the sword trembled, striking Jun Yueze's heart.

With a thud, the cold magic sword of revenge pierced Jun Yueze's shoulder.

Blood splatter!

Xiyue, who was at the center of Fuxi's sixty-four formation, trembled, almost unable to resist rushing out.

Huang Fuyuan laughed: "I said earlier, you ants are only worthy of me..."

His laughter had not fallen, and the look on his face suddenly turned into horror and disbelief.

I saw it around his neck, when I was wrapped around a purple vine.

The vine approached him silently, but he didn't find it at all.

And behind Jun Yueze, Koike's figure slowly appeared.

His body glowed with a gleaming green light, and he held a vine of Ziming Youluo in his hand, and a light smile appeared on Qingxiu's face: "Xiaozi's favorite thing is magic energy. They are all absorbed, Xiaozi must be very happy, right?"

It's like confirming his words.

Ziming Youluo shivered, and suddenly tightened the vines, trapping Huangfu Yuan firmly.

With the urging of Koikegi's spiritual power, Ziming Youluo gave birth to tiny, big mouths and began to nibble on Huangfu Yuan.

What they nibble is not the body of the Blood Prison Gu demons, but the magic energy they depend on to survive.

As long as the devil qi is gnawed away, Huangfu Yuan will definitely die.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" Huangfu Yuan struggled violently and began to run his whole body of energy.

Zi Ming You Luo could hardly trap him.

At this moment, Ouyang Haoxuan, Xuan Mu, and Night Owl all moved together.

Thump!Thump!Thump!

Three swords pierced Huang Fuyuan's body.

Even Jun Yueze endured the pain, twirling the ancient battlefield in his hand.

The position of the Twelve Capitals has changed again, and all the energy supply is concentrated on the Xiaochi.

With the flashing green light on Koike's body, the speed of Ziming Youluo's absorption of magic energy is also getting faster and faster.

Finally, to the end, Huang Fuyuan's struggles and shouts became weaker and weaker, and his demon qi was almost exhausted.

"Mozu, save me... save me..."

Huang Fuyuan uttered a painful cry.

There was no response in the sky, only the gentle wind was blowing, as if no one would come to rescue him at all.

However, Xi Yue's body suddenly changed.

The Lishui sword buzzed, and the whole person stood up, drawing a circular arc in the air.

Obviously it seemed to be chopped out in the air, but a blood line shot out in the sky.

Subsequently, Ji Chengfeng's figure slowly appeared.

The man's gloomy eyes looked at Xi Yue, seeming to be cold, as if burning a perverted flame, "Xi'er, do you really want to fight me right?"

Xi Yue's long sword slanted under his finger, raised his eyebrow slightly, sneered, "Don't disgust me! Call me Xi'er, you are not worthy! Also, we are all dead enemies from beginning to end, what's wrong with me against you!"

During the speech, Huang Fuyuan uttered a painful wailing, which was finally completely swallowed by Ziming Youluo.

The 17 of them, Jun Yueze, could no longer support them, and the whole body was crumbling, as if they would fall into a coma at any time.