Venerated Venomous Consort

After all, the sacred priests and the lord of Heaven have played countless times, and they still know something about the martial arts of the Lord of Heaven.

This kind of trick of the Emperor and the Emperor's clothing as the Lord of Heaven has the same kind of skill, and this kind of effort can not be made even by the current Emperor's clothes!

The little emperor is just the son of the emperor, how can he use this kind of kung fu? !

With a wave of his hand, the blood red sword re-formed in the palm of his hand, but this time he did not go to the pink candle dragon, but pointed to the emperor's eyebrow: "Who are you?! How can I use the Yuanxiao shield?! ”

His voice is sensational and murderous!

The emperor reluctantly swallowed a blood from his throat and smiled: "Guess?"

Van Gogh sneered: "Don't you say? The deity has its own means to let you tell the truth!"

The fingers smashed a law, and the sand of the emperor’s body suddenly rustled, and numerous thorns were drilled out of the ground. The sharp needles on the thorns flashed the green cold light, tangling toward the emperor!

This is the sorcerer's sorcerer. Once this thorn is wrapped around the soul, all the spikes will be pierced into the soul, making the soul painful and abnormal, like being torn by life! The soul of the hard bones can't stand this. Generally, let's say what to say, just ask for this torture as soon as possible...

This kind of punishment was researched by Van Gogh himself. I don’t know how many souls I have dealt with in these years. I can say that I have tried Bailing. Now he uses this punishment on the Emperor, and he does not believe that he will not recruit a child!

This thorn has not been wrapped around, and the suffocation has already come.

Emperor 昊 naturally knows the interests, but he is now so soft and sour. It is difficult to stand up on his own, let alone avoid it!

Seeing that the thorns were like a fierce snake, he did not repel them, and he could not help but close his eyes and prepare for a hard time...

"Call!" The pink candle dragon suddenly rushed over, and the corner provoked the emperor on the ground!

And those thorns climbed directly into the body of the pink candle like a viper...

Pink candlestick sighed with sorrowful grief. Obviously, this thorn also made it painful. It subconsciously wanted to fly, but the thorns entangled its claws and lived as quickly as they spread. The goal is still the emperor!

Of course, the place where they spread is like a row of needles stuck in the body of a pink candle dragon. The intense pain makes it look like a leaf that is swaying in the wind and rain...

"Let me down, go!" The emperor earned a bit on its horn, and he couldn't escape anyway. He didn't want to pull the pink candlestick back.

"No!" The Pink Dragon is still trying to break free from the thorns.

This little boy is the only playmate of it for so many years, it does not want him to suffer...

"I didn't expect you to have such a loyalty in this short winter melon." Van Gogh ridiculed, and there seemed to be a chill in the laughter: "If that's the case, then you have a hard time!"

The fingers are licking one after another, and the thorns climb faster on the pink candle dragon!

A sharp thorn has climbed to the ankle's ankle, and the emperor's ankle suddenly felt a pain, as if a sharp spike pierced the blood of his ankle, and then quickly grew inside -

His little face turned white and the cold sweat ran down the corner. He didn't cry, but he laughed happily: "Vatican is a thousand, no wonder you can't truly control this world, you have become a demon!"