"Tsk tsk, this Suzaku is a beautiful woman. I originally wanted to have a good time, but I didn't expect her to return to the animal form. But I have never eaten this Suzaku meat. I don't know if it is delicious in the world. Take a bite and let me taste it!"

"Hahaha, when this Qinglong was in God's Domain, he still bossed us around. He looked like he was aloof and didn't take people seriously. Now that he's in such a situation, it's a turn of events. Don't be so easy. If you eat this beast, you have to fuck it well, let him know what will happen if he offends us!"

The more people talked, the more excited they became, and the pot was set up, and the three bloody and dying beasts were thrown aside.

Most of the fur on the white tiger's body was stripped off, exposing hideous flesh and blood. There was no spiritual power in his breath, as if he would die at any moment.

The two dragon horns of Qinglong have been broken, the dragon's tail has been cut off in half, and the whole body of the dragon has been hung up, just to allow the precious dragon's blood to flow into the boiling cauldron.

Suzaku was even more miserable, its two wings and two feet were cut off, and its eyeballs were also gouged out. The red eyes were flying around in the air, and it was actually those few god-level monks who were throwing them away for fun.

"Do you think we will be too arrogant? What if the **** of hell comes back and asks us to settle accounts?"

"Ha! Hell God Venerable? After today, will there be Hell God Venerable in this world? We are afraid that he will not come, but when he comes, all the traps here are prepared for him, just waiting for him to step into it. Come in. When he dies, our god will become the god emperor, and the whole world will not be ours by then!"

"Stop bragging, the position of God Emperor must belong to our Chi Ye God Venerable!"

"Stop arguing, no matter who will sit on the throne of God Emperor in the future, this Hell God Lord must be a stumbling block and must be removed first!"

"Hahaha, you're right, no matter what, Ji Mingyu will definitely die today, so what's the matter if we eat some of his flat-haired beasts?"

It was really lively and cheerful.

However, suddenly, a strange creaking sound came from the ears of several people.

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

However, this is a temple, and everything in the temple is a magic weapon, how can ordinary frosty breath be frozen?

The next moment, everyone's eyes fell on the door, and then all of them suddenly widened their eyes, showing expressions of horror.

Because they found that a man in black clothes stood at the door at some point.

The man's appearance is indescribably stunning and outstanding, even if his expression is cold, women all over the world will still be fascinated and fascinated by his face as long as they see it.

However, the god-level monks in this temple, even the female cultivators of Huaichun, saw this man at this moment, only full of fear and horror.

Because the man who appeared was—Ji Mingyu, the only king of Siam, the God of Hell!

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

Wherever Frost went, whether it was a magic weapon, a stone pillar, or a spar, or a flame, it all froze in an instant, forming an eternal posture.

"Ah——!!" The first scream sounded amidst panic, but it ended very briefly.

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

Immediately afterwards, the second, third, fourth... So many god-level monks, under the cover of such a icy breath, they didn't even have the slightest strength to fight back.