Unscrupulous Enchantress: The Eldest Young Miss has Arrived! - Chapter 118

[Chapter 118]

But it was obviously an inevitable move, but it was counterattacked by three forces, and upon a closer look, it was actually the domain of God!

Although it is not too powerful, the combination of the three domain forces is enough to fight against Fu Yi’s domain.

Obviously there are three sanctuaries, how can you use the realm of God? !

On Fu Yi’s side, there is a deadlock again!

Furong smiled proudly: “How can you mortals understand the power of my demigods, hahaha!”

That’s right, they are all demigods, and she herself is a demigod princess!

The demigods, as the name suggests, are the blood of ordinary humans and the blood of ordinary gods. They are both humans and gods. This is a race that has been around for a long time. When the Magic Dance Continent was sealed, some gods were forced to stay in this closed space before they could escape. For a long time, they could not bear the loneliness and loneliness, so they captured the new generation of human women. Combining and giving birth to a child, giving birth to an offspring, is a demigod!

But I don’t know what went wrong. It is very difficult for gods and humans to give birth to children, so for more than 100,000 years, the demigods have not prospered. They live in a corner and live a life like a paradise.

In the past hundred years, human beings have developed very rapidly, and some demigods have made up their minds to be the rulers of human beings. Furong is one of those people! She is responsible for seizing the orc kingdom, using the army of orcs, and attacking humans.

“It turned out to be just a bastard.” Lu Shiqian said coldly, her voice was not loud, but she hit the bull’s-eye, making Furong tremble with anger.

“You, go and kill her!” Furong ordered Death.

Lu Shiqian’s heart almost stopped, God of Death, is he under control?

If so, she can’t forgive herself.

The God of Death’s voice was both cold and ruthless: “Little ants, you dare to order me?” With a slight wave of his hand, he knocked Hibiscus out dozens of meters away, causing her to vomit blood.

Furong’s eyes widened, as if she saw an evil spirit, she didn’t believe it, she couldn’t believe that she couldn’t control him with that trick! Even if she can’t control him, her charm has never failed in front of any man, so why does he have the heart to beat her?

Death shook his hand in disgust, it was disgusting, what did he touch just now, disgusting to death! He was convinced again that it was the master who made him feel different. If it was the master, he certainly wouldn’t mind her breasts being bigger…

Seeing that the God of Death was all right, Lu Shiqian relaxed his tense heartstrings and ran to hug him. This guy made her worry to death.

The god of death was stunned for a moment. The master looked like this and called him… he wanted to protect him, he couldn’t bear it, he couldn’t help it, he wrapped her, hugged her, just like… hugging the whole world!

Furong still howled unwillingly: “Impossible, impossible, how can you escape my control?!”

The god of death wiped his body lightly and grabbed a red silk thread, which twisted incessantly when it saw the light, and was very disgusting.

Furong’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets, he, he he he… actually crushed that thing, is there such a person in the world? She trembled, she was afraid.

Holding the sickle, the god of death slowly approached her, and the voice came from the depths of hell: “You just hurt my master.”

Furong shivered, “Master… Master?”

“You make her sad.”

“I, I… lord, please forgive me!” The mighty demigod princess crawled on the ground like a dog and begged for mercy.

“And make her sad.” Every step he took, the pressure increased and the chill became heavier.

“Please forgive me, I’m a demigod, you can’t kill me!” Feeling the breath of death, the breath made her unable to move.

The god of death was unmoved and stood in front of her: “You, are you ready to accept a gorgeous death?”

Lu Shiqian was speechless, is death still divided into gorgeous and simple?

However, so, very good, let’s see what a gorgeous death is! This woman, she is determined to kill, no matter who she is, even if she is a god, she will be slaughtered!

The god of death has no mercy, and no one’s cry for mercy can impress him. He is the messenger of death, and he is the god of death!

Even if it is a god, it is difficult to let go of him!

The god of death shook his scythe, and the space behind him cracked a huge gap. As if his eyes were about to open, a huge black lightning flashed out from it, like a monster that wanted to choose someone to eat!

The sky darkened in an instant, and all the orcs present trembled involuntarily. No one was not afraid of death. If they said they were not afraid, they had never seen the horror of death!

Show the fear in your heart in a real situation, what kind of picture will the god of death show people?

Furong was already stunned, watching the cracks behind the god of death widen.

“I usually take people’s souls quickly, and the dead will not feel pain, but for you, I want to make an exception.” Hunting and the strong wind blowing Death’s black clothes made him very different from the past.

The cracks in the back suddenly opened, and a world of death horror unfolded in front of people, and the dark door slowly opened.

Bones form mountains, blood flows to sea, monstrous flowers sing the extravagant voice of death, pitch black and silent, no light, mutant dragon kings fly through the air…

Countless pale hands stretched out from the cracks, holding blood-red flowers, forming a throne and placing it under the god of death.

The god of death is sitting on the top, and the picture is both weird and terrifying, but it also gives birth to an evil beauty.

Others flew towards Hibiscus with icy chains in their hands.

In the sea of blood at the door of death, greedy mouths opened wide, as if they knew that delicious food was about to be delivered to the door.

“There are many cute hungry little guys in the sea of blood. They will tear your soul. Don’t worry, it won’t be soon, they will taste carefully, the process will not be short, it will be wonderful.” Death said: “This is me Death to you!”

Furong was so frightened that she didn’t know how to react.