"Hey, this Suzaku is a big beauty. I originally wanted to be cool and cool. I didn't expect her to directly restore the animal shape. But I have never eaten this Suzaku meat. I don't know if it is delicious in the world. I have to let me taste it!"

"Hahaha, when the Qinglong was in the realm of the gods, it was also arrogant to us. A high-profile person who did not put people in the eyes, now falls into such a situation, it can be regarded as a feng shui turn. You can not be so easy. If you eat this animal, how can you have a good time and let him know that we are offending us!"

The more people said, the more excited they were, the pots were also racked up, the three flesh and blood were blurred, and the dying beast was thrown aside.

Most of the fur on the white tiger was smashed down, revealing the flesh and blood, and there was no spiritual power in the spit, as if he would die at any time.

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

The Suzaku was even more miserable. The two wings and two feet were cut off, the eyeballs were dug out, and the red eyes flew in the air. It was the few god-level monks who were throwing away.

"You said that we will be too arrogant. What if the prison gods came back and asked us to settle accounts?"

"Ha! Prison God respect? After today, will there be a prison **** in this heaven and earth? We are afraid that he will not come, he is here, the trap here can be prepared for him, just wait for him to step on his own Come in. When he is dead, our gods will become gods, and by then the whole world is not ours!"

"Let's brag, the position of the Emperor is definitely our dedication!"

"Don't be noisy, no matter who will sit in the position of the Emperor in the future, this prison **** must be a stumbling block, must be removed first!"

"Ha ha ha, right, no matter what, today's Ji Ming will die, and what if we eat some of his flat hair?"

It’s really fun to say, it’s very cheerful.

However, suddenly, a few people's ears have a strange voice.

This sound is quite strange, just like something is being frozen at the fastest speed.

However, this is the temple. The things in the temple are all magic weapons. How can the ordinary frosty smell be frozen?

The next moment, everyone's eyes fell on the door, and then one by one suddenly squinted, showing a look of horror.

Because they found that the door did not know when to stand a man wearing a black shirt.

The man's appearance can't be said to be amazing, even if the look is cold, the woman in the world will still be fascinated as long as he sees his face, and he is fascinated by the three.

However, the god-level monk in this temple, even if it is the female repair of Huaichun, at this time, seeing this man is only full of fear and sorrow.

Because the man who appeared this is - Ji Ming, the only king of Siam, the **** of jail!

And just after they heard the snoring, it was the frost that began to spread from his feet.

Wherever the frost goes, whether it is a magic weapon, a stone pillar, or a spar or a flame, it stagnate in an instant and form an eternal posture.

"Ah-!!" The first scream rang in a panic, but it ended very briefly.

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

Then, the second, the third, the fourth... so many god-level monks, under such a frosty glory, did not even have the slightest effort to fight back.