The judgment of the Holy Moon Divine Beast, how could it be wrong, Ji Bangyue, this little bastard, the daughter born to a slut, must be no different from waste material.

Huang Qingwan stared at him coldly, and his eyes could kill.

Holding the little lady who will never wake up in her arms, her heart is like a knife.

At this time, she must be killing God when she meets God, kills Buddha when she meets Buddha, and those who stand in my way will die!

There was another movement under her feet, and a dragon roar was deafening, and a black dragon rushed out of her body.

On the black dragon, there was a pitch-black flame burning, and at that moment, Huang Qingwan actually combined the fire element with the dark element!

The black dragon roared and rushed straight towards the royal family, but in an instant, it engulfed them all.

The extremely hot flames, the endless darkness, swallowed everyone in an instant!

The phoenix banished them into endless darkness and calcined them with the flames of the ancients.

This kind of inhuman torture and fear is millions of times more painful than ten thousand arrows piercing the heart.

They will not die soon, the flesh and bones on their bodies will be burned inch by inch, followed by the primordial gods, the primordial gods will also be mercilessly burned, and then, the souls!

The flame of the phoenix can burn anything, not only the original god, but also the soul!

She wants to torture them, let them slowly be tormented by death in the fear of endless darkness!

Huang lightly pulled his red eyes cold, like a stunning Shura from hell.

Those who stop her will be killed!

In the darkness, the screams came and went, like Devil May Cry, which shocked the entire Holy Moon Dynasty.

All of a sudden, the lights went on.

The dark Holy Moon Dynasty, in an instant, was as bright as day!

Huang Qingwan did not escape, but hugged Jiang Wenjing and continued to step by step, stepping on the snow.

The goose feathers and snow in the sky are falling mercilessly.

This is the first snow that Huang Qingwan has seen on Ziweixing.

Sure enough, it was a chilling night.

Huang glanced at the one in his arms, just like a sleeping little mother.

The light in his eyes softened a little, but he was endlessly sad.

Little mother, why are you so stupid.

Why don't you resist, why do you want to drink that bowl of poison?

Holy Moon Emperor Lord, that scumbag, what is there about you to die willingly?

Little lady, your soul must be very disturbed, right?

This place is really cold, rest assured, I will definitely take you to a warm place---

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"Quick, there!" Dense guards surged from all directions.

In the Holy Moon Dynasty, the royal family was alarmed.

Figures fell from the sky.

Huang Qingwan stood in the empty and cold palace, surrounded by black guards and various royal cultivators.

Her gaze was cold, and she only fell in the direction of the Holy Moon Emperor's bedroom.

The people who led those people to see the empty palace couldn't help but gasp.

The small body, the fiery red like blood, instantly burned their eyes.

"How could it be that scrap wood? Where is she going to take the queen's body?"

Everyone was shocked, they didn't expect that the waste to be so bold!

The Holy Moon Emperor has ordered that the queen's body is not allowed to be buried, so is the waste a blatant disobedience to the emperor's order?

Huang lightly hugged Jiang Wenjing, and his eyes were coldly swept around the guards and royal family who surrounded her.

The expressions of those people were some of surprise, some of them mocked, some of them contemptuous, but there was no half of pity.

Huang sneered lightly, with a small body, a red dress, in the cold wind, elegant like a butterfly chasing fire.

"Who dares to stop me?" Huang Qingrong opened his mouth indifferently, with a pair of small hands, holding the little mother tightly.

The people of the royal family gasped, and the murderous aura emanating from the waste was a little colder than the cold winter snow.