The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Shen Yanxiao thinks that the mermaid is very unlucky, how can they let Satan encounter such a super-devil king.

In addition to the Qianlong mainland, Satan has also been to other ethnic sites, but it is a low-key, but when it comes to the hometown of mermaid, how can this goods be like the temper, a group of people to destroy the family?

It’s a pity that Shen Yanxiao is now self-sufficient. There is no such thing as to rescue the poor little mermaids. They can only secretly pray that the spirit of Poseidon will survive, and can stop the pace of Satan’s sin.

Seeing that they had come to the sea **** enchantment, Satan looked down at Shen Yanxiao.

"Little guy, do you think that the enchantment of Poseidon can stop me?"

Shen Yanxiao wants to turn a blind eye to Satan. This product is clearly in the pit, saying no? Satan wants to abuse her, can she say that? The mermaid in the enchantment is afraid to hate her.

"What is enchantment?" Shen Yanxiao had no choice but to be stupid.

"..." Satan glimpsed a little, then laughed low.

"Don't you know? Then I can show you how beautiful the so-called enchantment of the upper **** is at the moment of the broken." Satan has already held Chen Yanxiao with one hand and one hand. The trembling sea **** enchantment.

A black mist spread from Satan's palm and gradually spread to the entire sea **** enchantment. When the light blue was replaced by the smeared black, the Bor in the sea **** enchantment was already desperate.

When the darkness covered all the sea gods, the hand of Satan suddenly gripped.

The cracking sound spreads out in the sea, and the black mist fades away. The pieces of enchantment that condense the power of the sea **** are like broken glass, shining in the sea and slowly falling.

The Bor face is as gray as it is.

Even the last power left by the sea gods can't stop Satan's footsteps, the mermaid... is it really over?

"Good-looking?" Satan did not appreciate the desperate expression of Boer. He just looked at Shen Yanxiao and wanted to find a trace of abnormality from her face.

Shen Yanxiao looked at Satan without saying a word, still no reaction.

Satan seems to have been accustomed to the calmness of Shen Yanxiao. He didn’t say anything more. He held Shen Yanxiao with one hand and stepped into the palace step by step. The pressure from him has already made the Bol in front of the palace The suppressed can not move.

"Since the holders are all dead, the trident should go to him." Satan's footsteps stopped in front of Poseidon's trident, and he looked at the beautiful trident, which was reflected on the trident. It’s the expression of Bor’s despair and anger.

That expression is suffocating.

Satan took hold of the Trident of Poseidon and pulled it out. The black mist of his palm ran again and gradually spread towards the Trident of Poseidon.

"Wait." Shen Yanxiao suddenly spoke at this time.

Satan looked at Shen Yanxiao and did not let the magic continue to engulf the Poseidon trident.

"You killed so many Protoss before, never leave some spoils?" Shen Yanxiao looked at Satan.

"Prosperity?" Satan frowned slightly.

"The battle between God and the devil, only you know, who you have defeated, no one knows, but if you leave your hand to lose the iconic thing, as a trophy collection, it will be an announcement of your victory." Shen Yan Xiao said very seriously, she would never say that she felt that Bor's eyes were too sad and suddenly interrupted.