The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

The six elders of Fengjia’s face were distorted, and their eyes were filled with fear and madness. Suddenly they whispered: “Since you don’t give us a way out, I will fight with you! The same is the Yuan Ying period, I don’t believe you can beat us. How many!"

The six elders poured a lot of spiritual power, and at the same time, the soil in the cave began to shake.

The next moment, a large piece of earth and stone picked up from the air, covering the Nangong Temple.

And the six elders had already had a sword in their hands, and they stung in the heart of Nangong, which was trapped by earth and stone.

"Hey," the long sword pierced the body, and the faces of the six elders showed ecstasy.

But the next moment, the joy on his face turned into panic.

On the sword of the nine products in his hand, there was an icy cold, and the sharp blade was slowly condensed with frost, and then an inch was turned into powder.

But the frost has not stopped spreading, but slowly fell on his body.

The last scene that the six elders saw was a half-flame half-frost face, and the red-blue eyes, indifferent and cruel, looking at him like a dead object.

"Ah ah ah!!!" The death of the elders of Fengjialiu finally caused the people of Fengjia to collapse.

The footsteps of Nangong Temple have not stopped yet, but they have gone to Fengyunjing.

Feng Yunjing was full of horror, desperately going backwards, suddenly a squat at the foot, wandering on the ground.

"Don't come over! Don't come over! Nangong, you killed me, my father and my lord will not let you go!"

The children of the Feng family are desperately fighting against the sword, and the fear in their eyes has become desperate.

In their eyes, Nangong Temple is the **** of death from hell, and they can kill their lives.

However, only the Tunxi people who were present knew how bad the Nangong Temple was at the moment.

The flames on his body have become more and more bleak, and most of the body has been covered with frost, and the original red pupil has turned blue.

Just a little longer, as long as you do a few more attacks, the Nantian and the Yuanshen will be completely swallowed up by the cold poison.

Nangong 煜... will die?

Do not! She will never allow such a thing to happen!

In the eyes of Tunxi, there was a touch of firmness, and he did not hesitate to rush to the Nangong Temple.

"Mother, don't!"

"Boss, you are crazy, you will be frozen into ice crystals!"

A few little guys are mad and desperately trying to stop the move of Tunxi, but it’s too late.

Quxi suddenly fell to the back of the Nangong Temple and hugged his waist.

The coldness of the bones is mixed with the burning heat from the Nangong Temple.

You can hear the sound of your blood being frozen and you can hear the sound of the flesh being burnt.

Pain, it hurts! The pain of the bones!

However, if she let go, Nangong will die! How can she allow it.

"Nan Gong, stop!" Quxi screamed exhaustedly behind him. "If you go on like this, you will die! I don't like losing you, have you heard?"

The movement of Nangong’s original movement was slightly stagnant, and the original spread of cold poison seemed to be slightly slower.

Hidden, a hoarse voice came from the cave. "Xier... I want to... kill him..."

"Nangong 煜!" 纥溪咬牙道, "Trust me, give it to me to deal with it? I will kill him, will never let him have another chance to humiliate me? Hey, believe me!"