The stomach was still cramping frantically, Ye Feng's soft pain was already distorted out of shape, his eyes were deeply sunken, and his eyeballs were bursting out.

Suddenly, in the Jinluan Palace, there was a terrifying sound of flesh and blood being torn.

A hand suddenly stretched out from Ye Fengrou's stomach.

The hand was extremely white, with russet lines on it, and the nails were slightly curved in the shape of hooked teeth, stained with flesh.

"Tear-"

Another thrilling sound came out, and after Ye Fengrou's belly was torn horizontally, it was torn vertically again, forming a huge cross-shaped opening.

Ling Luo's heart was cold, his eyes suddenly widened, staring fixedly at Ye Fengrou's torn abdomen, and his hands were all stretched out—the child's hands.

Except for those weird lines, it's similar to the size of Xun'er's arm.

Immediately afterwards, two hands tightly clasped Ye Fengrou's torn belly, and a boy about three or four years old crawled out of her belly.

The boy wore long hair, shoulder-length, and his body was extremely fair, stained with blood, and had a thrilling beauty.

The child has a pair of russet pupils, shining with a pure light that does not understand the world, and on his forehead, russet ancient bone patterns are engraved.

His long brown hair covered some parts of his body, and even if he wasn't wearing clothes, he wouldn't make anyone who saw him feel uncomfortable.

The child's head was like a machine, slowly tilted, and his huge russet eyes stared fixedly at the Gu Mother at his feet.

"King! My King! ”

Ye Fengrou's face floated with an almost holy light, and she smiled extremely excitedly, she stretched out her hand, wanting to save this three or four-year-old child.

"I am your mother...... King"

Before the words fell, the Poison King raised his hand, and the sharp and curved nails engraved with russet veins flashed with a cold light, and from top to bottom, they easily penetrated the pineal gland in the center of Ye Feng's soft eyebrows.

Ye Fengrou's eyes suddenly widened, blood splattered, and at the moment of death, an expression of extreme fear and disbelief froze on her face.

A crystalline kernel-like thing was dug out by the Poison King and condensed on his fingertips.

He frowned slightly, a pair of russet eyes stared fixedly at the core-shaped thing, the corners of his lips hooked a disdainful arc, and said coldly: "The mother of the lonely king, the spiritual domain is so weak, it is not enough to fill the gap between the teeth. ”

Having said that, the Poison King still threw the crystal kernel-like thing into his mouth, and his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he swallowed it at once.

Ling Luo's eyes widened, and he was terrified.

The Poison King was born, and he actually fed on his biological mother's spiritual domain, and his attack was so vicious and neat that he didn't even frown.

"What should I do, I'm so hungry." The poison king, who was only three or four years old, sighed lightly and complained.

At this moment, he felt two extremely dangerous rays of light rushing towards him.

A roaring ice tiger opened its bloody mouth and bit towards his body, and the poison king was startled and punched him backhand.

"Boom-" With a loud bang, the Ice Tiger was smashed into pieces by a heavy fist, shattered into ice crystals, and scattered in all directions.

However, before he could stabilize his body, tens of thousands of metal arrows from behind him shot like dense raindrops.

Behind the poison king, there is a russet limb tail, covered with an extremely hard shell, and the shell is covered with poisonous tail spines.