God Level Demon

“This, this is the bad luck crow?! ”

Tu Haojie and others suddenly felt cold, as if they were being stared at by a god of the underworld, and there was a spiritual victory everywhere, no place to die.

Rumor has it that the bad fortune crow is an extremely powerful race, even among many demons, a demon from hell who, once present, represents war, death, plague, and so on, and who represents death and injury.

No one wants to see the bad luck crow, even many monsters are extremely constrained by the bad luck crow, consider it an ominous symbol, almost like Xiaping, God hates ghosts.

“Human.”

The bad luck crow stared at Xiaping: “I told you to stop. Why didn't you stop? You dare to kill in front of me. It seems that you are wild and difficult to tame. You need more instruction. ”

It is not angry at the dead monsters, who are not brothers of different races anyway, which makes it difficult to shed a tear, not to mention the fact that it is itself a frigid monster.

But what it was angry about was its face, and it was clear that it ordered the human being not to do it, but it was biased and so harsh that it instantly killed the monsters.

This is just punching it in the face in public and asking how it isn't angry?!

“Are you the bad luck crow? Symbols of death, war?” Xiaping touched his chin, "I don't know if it's cooked. Can I eat it? It is said that you monster flesh and blood contain a lot of energy comparable to a millennial potion, and you do not know whether it is true or not? ”

He stared at the bad luck crow.

What?!

Tu Haojie and others are speechless. At this time, this guy still wants to eat people. Now who is the real monster, how does it look the other way?

“It turns out to be a wild, hard-to-tame human being, but it doesn't matter. When I catch you, shackle you around your neck, shackle your feet, and let a dozen pig women come and torment you for a few years, you'll probably be tempted soon. ”

The crow of bad fortune was high, and a pair of black eyes showed deep killing intentions, although not visible on the surface, but it was utterly enraged by the words of Xiaping.

“Get over here and die! ”

Xia Ping glanced.

“Humans, you want to die!” The horrible smell of death erupted on the troubled crow, whose race was hailed as the mighty race from the depths of hell and who was born to control the smell of death.

Once angry, it would be a split heaven, like the coming of the god of the underworld, taking the lives of countless living beings.

Boom ~ ~

Unstoppable, the crow immediately manipulated the body's death energy, black fog erupted and bombarded towards Xiaping.

Corpse Fist!

These black fogs instantly congeal into a black fist, like the fist of the Underworld God, coming out of hell with the power to smash the earth.

At the same time, it is haunted by the smell of death, which is extremely restrained for the living spirit. Once invaded by the smell of death, it instantly plunders the body's vitality and turns it into a pile of dead bones.

This is the horror of the accumulation of corpses in the crows of bad fortune. It is not only infinitely powerful, but the death scent on it is even more irresistible, and it is killed with a single move.

“Hide. ”

Tu Haojie and others suddenly changed their faces. They felt the smell of death. Weeds and trees on the ground withered rapidly, as if their souls had been destroyed instantly.

If they were to stay in this place, they would be affected by the forces of the troubled crows, and the aftermath of such forces alone would be enough to seriously injure them.

Though the power of an evil crow is presumably the same as Phoenix's quest, its death scent is too horrible to be a star of the natural spirits.

At this time, Xiaping lost his hand, slapped him, and ran the Pure Yang irreversible trick. He immediately resisted in front of the fist of this meditation god, and two strong and horizontal forces collided.

The void immediately exploded and a loud noise erupted.

Bang bang bang!!!

In addition to attacking Xia Ping, these fists also bombarded the earth, immediately shocked a huge fist pit, throwing tons of dirt out and making a roaring noise.

Xiaping stood on the ground and felt the power of this punch. His air shield shook constantly, and the ground where his feet stood shook a huge deep pit.

Even these scents of death seem to be life-conscious, ignoring his hood, infiltrating his limbs, as if a god of the underworld were coming, lifting a sickle and harvesting his soul.

“Extinction!”

Xia Ping snorted coldly. The flame inside him containing the essence of the sun burst out suddenly, wrapping these grey death scents in a flash, and the rales burned.

A few breaths, these grey scents encounter flames in the summer square, like ice and snow melting, quickly disappearing in this world, completely extinguished.

“Impossible! ”

In the end, the crow of bad fortune was utterly stunned and its death breath was unfavourable. Even the demonic race of kings, trying to resist their own power of death, would take a lot of effort not to know.

It is precisely for this reason that the demonic people do not dare to confront it much, which also causes it to rise above, ignore all character, and no one can disobey its commands.

But now its own breath of death is of no use to this human being. It is simply the power of flames that extinguishes its death.

But how does it know the horror of pure sunshine, drawing on the power of the sun's essence as a nourishment, quenching the body, cultivating the power of the flame, even the smell of hell can extinguish.

Even if the power of death is powerful, it is not an opponent of the essence of the sun.

Even if he retreats 10,000 steps, Xiaping does not have the power of the Sun Essence, but he has the blood of Hell's Golden Wood, the Lord of Hell, the King of Hell's Devils!

The scent of death in the district was nothing but nutrients and supplements for him. It was simply a dream to harm his body.

“Die! ”

Xiaping stood on the ground, and he ignored the shock of the bad luck crow. He spins the true elements in his body, punching in the middle of the sky, a hundred paces of divine fists!

This punch contains the power of the Sun's essence, the Fist of Fire, like the Fire God, hundreds of meters apart, and a terrible fist still strikes.

Boom!

The bad luck crow was suddenly overwhelmed, even though it was flying in the middle of the sky, but was hit by Xiaping's punch, which hit him so hard on the chest that his ribs were shaken several times.

Even more frightening are these flaming forces, which also seem to have begun to burn the breath of death on its body, turning its entire body into a fireball, completely burning and burning out.

“Shit! ”

The raven roared like an angry beast, and the smell of death in her body came out wildly, quickly putting out these flames.