The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

The distant voice in the void suddenly paused, and when it sounded again, there was no more arrogance in the upper and higher anger.

"You are a saint, and the sacred women of the ages must be tens of thousands of souls. Only the saints abandon their love, pray for the eternal life, and the world of 3,000 can be balanced. How can you be so selfish as a new saint? ”

"So? The saints of the past are like this, then you go to find them!" He smiled, "The world is innocent, but can I owe them? Why should I sacrifice myself to fulfill their happiness? You are so great, Why don't you do this yourself and you should sacrifice."

"I will say it again, let me pray for spirituality, maintain the balance between the 3,000-face and the gods, let me abandon my feelings, become a walking dead, be trapped here, become a puppet who can only pray for spirit? Sorry if I do not As for this saint, who do you want to find who to look for?"

Bang -! Bang -! !

The increasingly thick thunder is falling.

The voice in the void, or heaven, is clearly angered to the extreme.

I felt the more powerful pressure around me, and my face became a bit ugly.

After all, it is a heavenly way. In the domain of the gods, all the monks, even the gods, will surrender to the awe-inspiring heaven.

It stands to reason that even if you are a saint, Heaven is not so afraid of jealousy.

Just like Ji Mingfu passed the first trial of the Emperor, under the suppression of Heaven, he still could not kill.

But you can do it yourself.

I don't know why Tiandao fears myself, but the road really shows its original power, which is still not a small **** servant.

A dense, light blade appeared in the purple lightning.

I can't avoid it, and my right wrist is hit by the light blade.

However, it was not the pain of the flesh and blood being split, but the strong sense of restraint.

Her right hand was trapped, and even her fingers couldn't move. The spiritual power and the origin of the wood could not be circulated in the right hand.

At the same time, at the foot of the shackles, a bound light blade appeared.

The light blade trapped the legs and she could not move with each other.

Looking down, I saw my feet slowly turning into stone statues.

Heaven is this to be a **** to the original saint?

His face changed greatly, and he struggled to fight for his fate, but he could not break away.

"Boss, are you okay?!"

"Hey, let's help out!"

Xiao Jinlong and Xiaohong also felt that things were wrong in the space and they ran out.

Shashasha - the vines of the purple meditation are dancing.

From time to time, the branches and leaves that have been cut by the light blade fall down, and they are reborn under the supplement of the power of the original source.

However, they are facing the heavens.

Only when encountering embarrassment, Tiandao will be merciful.

As for other living beings, there is only a surrender in front of Heaven, and Heaven will never allow them to challenge their majesty.

Therefore, Xiao Jinlong had not had time to spit out the thunder and lightning, and was smashed by a purple gold lightning bolt.

The dragon scale was actually a hard piece of life and was dug up a large piece.

The little red bird and the little nerd are even more miserable. They sneak into the ground directly.

"Heavenly, you dare -!!" snorted, and the sword was suddenly squirted.

But not toward the lightning or the light blade, but toward the altar of the main hall, and the walls are cut.