The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

"And me! We must keep Xi Yue! "

Qi Changlao uttered a tragic cry, and it took a long time to suddenly mobilize his power and kick people out one by one.

His face was crazy and twisted. One foot trampled Jin Zeyu under his feet, crushed his face into the soil, and measured the Yin in his mouth: "you are a group of rubbish, and you want to stop me, OK! Good! If you want to die, then I'll make it up to you! "

When Qi Changlao raised his sword, he would stab it like Jin Zeyu.

Suddenly, a purple shadow roared towards him.

Qi Changlao was caught off guard and was reeled by the purple shadow. His whole scalp and cheek were in hot pain.

The purple whip shadow is waving above the cross legged He River, as if it is telling the resolution and anger.

Elder Zhang said in a deep voice, "it's purple hell you Luo. It's devil planting purple hell you Luo!"

Ziming Youluo is very powerful, especially the border of the journey is very strong. Xi Yue, the guardian of Ziming Youluo, will take a lot of effort to kill Xi Yue.

Elder Zhang frowned, but suddenly listened to Lu Zhixi's cold smile and said: "elder Zhang, don't worry. I told my father Xi Yue that he had purple hell in his hand, and his father had done a good job of parting early."

As she said this, she took out a black porcelain bottle, poured spiritual power into it, and then threw it in the direction of Ziming Youluo.

"Zizi" -- "the terrible sound of burning barbecue.

The purple vines shook wildly, and the rustle of branches and leaves seemed to be the cry of pain.

Just for a short time, those purple vines that originally flew in the air withered and fell.

Because of the withering of Ziming Youluo, the figure of He Xi, who meditates with his knees crossed, soon appears.

The beautiful young skin is as white as snow, with long eyelashes hanging slightly. In the light of the morning, it is like the most beautiful and mysterious spirit. People just look at it and shake their hearts. They want to get close, but they can't bear to profane it.

Lu Zhixi had always been keeping her image of white lotus, letting others deal with He Xi.

However, seeing this scene, her pretty face almost twisted into a ferocious grimace.

Xi Yue is a man, why not lose to her appearance? How can you get the favor of Nangong Yu, the king of the underworld?

She's going to kill him. She's going to destroy him by herself!

Lu Zhixi's eyes were slightly red, and suddenly a poisoned dagger appeared in his hand. He walked towards Xi Yue step by step.

"Xi Yue, die for me!"

The blade of the dagger with the blue and purple light was raised high and stabbed at Xiyue who was knee high.

Suddenly, "pa" a sound, a with the vines mercilessly in Lu Zhixi's face and hands.

Lu Zhixi can't wait to resist. The blade cuts the vines, but she still rushes to her face with a tear like pain and drops of blood donation.

At the critical moment, Ziming Youluo used the last point of wisdom to draw Lu Zhixi's knife away.

But also because of the sharp poison on the blade, coupled with the just corrosive poison, it no longer has the magic power to maintain life.

Purple vines finally winding past, gently wrapped in the scene of Hexi, slowly withered leaves rub the gentle and delicate cheek of Hexi, so gentle and so reluctant, as if telling full of attachment and affection.

Master, I'm sorry, little purple can't protect you any more!

Master, small purple can meet you, feel very happy, very happy!

The purple leaves and vines withered, and the main roots and stems were powdered and rotted in the soil.