The Talented Doctor

"Tsk tsk, this Suzaku is a big beauty. I originally wanted to have a good time, but I didn't expect her to regain her animal form. But I have never eaten this Suzaku meat. I don't know if it is delicious in the world. One bite must be let me taste it!"

"Hahaha, when this blue dragon is in the realm of Gods, he is still arrogant to us. He looks so high and does not put people in his eyes. Now that he has fallen into such a situation, it can be regarded as a feng shui rotation. If you eat this beast, you must take a good deal of humiliation and let him know the fate of offending us!"

The more they talked, the more excited they became, the stove was also set up, and the three bloody, dying beasts were left aside.

Most of the fur on Baihu's body was stripped off, revealing hideous flesh and blood, and there was no spiritual aura in the breath, as if he would die at any time.

The two dragon horns of the blue dragon had been broken, the dragon tail was cut in half, and the whole dragon body was hung up, just to allow the precious dragon blood to flow into the boiling cauldron.

Suzaku was even more miserable. Both wings and two feet were cut off, and the eyeballs were dug out. The red eyeballs were flying around in the air, and it was those god-level monks who were playing with it.

"You said we were too arrogant, what if the **** of the underworld came back and asked us to settle accounts?"

"Ha! Hell God? After today, will there be a Hell God in this world? We are afraid that he will not come, he is coming, and all the traps here are prepared for him, just waiting for him to step on it himself. Come in. When he dies, our deity will become the emperor, and then the whole world will not be ours!"

"Don't brag, the position of the emperor must belong to our Chi Ye God Venerable!"

"Don't quarrel, no matter who will sit on the seat of the **** emperor in the future, this **** of the underworld must be a stumbling block, and you must get rid of it first!"

"Hahaha, that's right, no matter what, Ji Mingyu will definitely die today. Why don't we eat his few beasts?"

It was really lively and joyous.

Suddenly, strange creaking sounds came from several people's ears.

This sound was quite strange, as if something was being frozen at the fastest speed. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

However, this is the temple, and the things in the temple are magic weapons, how can ordinary frost aura be frozen?

At the next moment, everyone's eyes fell on the door, and then one by one suddenly widened their eyes, showing horrified expressions.

Because they found that a man in a black shirt stood at the door at some unknown time.

The man's appearance is indescribably stunning, even if his expression is cold, women in the world will still be fascinated as long as he sees his face, and will be fascinated.

However, the god-level monks in this temple, even the female cultivators of Huaichun, were only full of horror and horror when they saw this man at this time.

Because this man who appeared was Ji Mingyu, the only king of Siam, the **** of the underworld!

And just now they heard the creaking sound, it was the frost spreading from under his feet.

Where Frost went, whether it was magic weapons, stone pillars, spars, or flames, it stagnated in an instant, forming an eternal posture.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Because this person was frozen into an ice sculpture in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the second, the third, the fourth... so many god-level monks, under such a frosty breath, there was no even the slightest strength to fight back.