Demon Concubine Yutian

6242 - God of Destruction shot

Sitting in the coffin like that, the slender arms were raised higher and higher, and the red-clothed forbidden magician had already lifted his feet off the ground.

"Ugh-"

The red-clothed Forbidden Master couldn't speak anymore, his neck had been pinched and deformed, and it looked only half of its original thickness. One could imagine how damaged the trachea, esophagus, and neck bones in his neck had been. .

He could no longer breathe, his yang energy was insufficient, his face turned crimson purple, and his lips were black and blue.

The feet hanging in mid-air kicked vigorously, but they could only kick up and down on the cold gold coffin, making a thumping sound.

God of Destruction did not let go of his plan.

The golden eyes with a strange red light are full of hatred and disgust towards the red-clothed forbidden magician.

She was supposed to return to ashes and ashes to ashes, but this despicable person took her body and made it into a zombie. There is no peace under the nine springs, and she is forced to accept the huge corpse. In the body, it became a monster.

What's even more hateful is that for 5000 years, she has to listen to this damned Forbidden Master expressing her love every day. In this altar, except for the Forbidden Master, they are all zombies, and no one else speaks. no.

God knows how much she wants to directly tear his heart, dig out his brain, destroy his soul, let him fly away, die without a whole body, never be reborn, and never fall into reincarnation!
However, she can't yet.

This Forbidden Art Master has to let him live for a few more minutes.

"Nine Dragons... Imperial Corpse Order."

I haven't spoken for 5000 years. When I opened my mouth, my throat was a little dry and my voice was inexplicably hoarse. However, I could tell that the tone was very similar to Ye Luo's, slightly lower than Ye Luo's, "Bring it here."

Facing the goddess' request, the pained Forbidden Master in red did not dare to disobey. He nodded and gestured to the position of his neck.

The God of Destruction knew that the Forbidden Master asked her to let him go first so that he could take things.

Knowing that he couldn't escape, she let go.

"Puff" sound.

The red-clothed forbidden magician fell heavily on the cold and hard altar like a large piece of garbage, and squatted on his buttocks.

He held his neck and panted hard.

After a short cough, he coughed up pink foamy phlegm, which meant that his lungs and trachea had been severely damaged.

He hurriedly took out a pill and took it to continue his life.

The effect of the medicine was very good, and after a while, he felt much more comfortable.

The God of Destruction did not stop the red-clothed forbidden artist from taking the elixir. From her point of view, the forbidden artist is already a dead person, and no matter what remedy is done now, it is useless.

"What does the Goddess want the Nine Dragons Royal Corpse Command to do?" The red-clothed Forbidden Sorcerer felt just a little bit better, and his mind became active again, "Do you want to order hundreds of thousands of zombies here? Don't worry, the small one will definitely make your wish come true of."

He is working hard to increase the favorability of the goddess.

Do your best to make it up.

The God of Destruction was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, and a trace of impatience had already flashed in his golden pupils.

The red-clothed forbidden magician was terrified, knowing that if he procrastinated any longer, his life would no longer exist.He hurriedly made a seal with his hands, and the bright red forbidden lines on the ten fingers flew out, pulling the Nine Dragons Royal Corpse Order, which controlled the entire resurrection ceremony, into his palms.

Then, with an extremely respectful gesture, he held it in both hands and handed it to the God of Destruction.

This Kowloon Royal Corpse Order is his second life, closely related to his soul and life,

(End of this chapter)