God Level Demon

“So strong! ”

“How can you resist the death of a bad luck crow?! ”

“What kind of flame is this and what kind of flame work is practiced? ”

“It's at least a royal level of flame gas, otherwise it definitely doesn't have that power. ”

“But isn't this boy just a civilian? Even if you join a giant company, it's impossible to get the best secrets of the King that even the King's family can't get. ”

“It's not inconceivable that the world is experiencing strange encounters and ruins, and that the boy won the royal Qi Kung when he didn't know which ruins to fall into. ”

“Damn, no wonder it's so powerful, not even Phoenix begged for an adversary. ”

Tu Haojie and others were also completely shocked by the blow just now by Xiaping. Even the famous bad luck crow was beaten by him, and even the smell of death seemed to have no effect on him, which made them wonder.

Just now, the aftermath of the raven's power shook around and the breath of death spilled out, and some of the elite students were accidentally eroded by it.

It is conceivable that their bodies have been corroded, as in the case of sulfuric acid, the meridians have withered and their vitality has been greatly impaired.

If they hadn't done everything in their power to expel these breaths of death and take precious medicines to treat their injuries, they would have to be seriously injured.

It is impossible for them to imagine a monster like this in the world in the face of the pressure exerted on Xia Ping, who was attacked with all his might by the troubled crows.

“You want to take me as a servant, why don't you eat shit! ”

Xia Ping was impassioned. He stood on the ground with his feet banged and jumped up instantly, blasting a huge hole a dozen meters in diameter on the ground.

His whole body jumped up, jumping hundreds of meters in the air, punching at the raven of bad fortune.

“Shit! ”

The bad luck crow's face is green, even if it is in the wings and has the power to fly in the sky, but for the strong at the peak of the martial artist, the 100m height is almost peaceful, a jump can be reached.

Boom!

Again, the fist struck the face of an unlucky crow, punching it like a sandbag and flying towards the distance, immediately smashing it through a huge mountain peak.

A rock was shaken to pieces, torn apart, and even that peak seemed to be tortoised, as if it could not withstand such an impact and was about to crumble.

And the bad luck crows spit out a bite of blood, traumatizing their guts.

Whoops!

But Xia Ping still hasn't let go of the bad luck crow, a few jumps, came to the bad luck crow, his fist like a storm, smashed the past hard.

Bang bang bang!!

The troubled crow was immediately struck by a stormy storm, and each punch carried a great deal of power, bombarding the body as if every bone had been hit hard.

Had it not carried the king's blood, his body would have been much stronger than ordinary monsters, and he would have been beaten into meat sauce by Xiaping if he hadn't punched him down a few times.

In the face of such a blow, there can be no resistance, which gives it an immense sense of shame.

“Humanity, you forced me to die.” The sound of a blast suddenly erupted several times stronger on the crow than before and instantly shook Summer Ping thousands of meters, backwards and backwards.

Immediately, in front of it, a black flag suddenly appeared.

There are many skeletons and even many unjust souls on this flag, and the demons from hell roar from time to time, making it chilly.

When the flag appeared in the moment, the gusts of the wind, centered around its body, three or four kilometers across, seemed to turn into a place of death.

The pounding black scent emerged, the weeds on the ground and the trees withered, as if all the breath of life had been completely deprived of it.

“Oops, this is the famous treasure weapon of the Harsh Crow clan, the Flag of the Grim of Purgatory!” When this black flag appeared, Tu Haojie's face changed dramatically.

He is from the Kings' family, he is knowledgeable and well-informed. This time, he came into the battlefield of the demons to make up for all kinds of information about the demons.

Among them is the famous treasure weapon of the Raven clan, the Purgatory Soul Flag!

This flag contains the power of purgatory, and any creature killed by an evil crow will not go to hell, but will be absorbed into the flag and become the power of this treasure vessel.

The more evil crows kill, the more powerful the flag will be.

It can be said that even among the many treasure instruments, this flag of purgatory soul is famous for its existence, and it is frightening to learn how many powerful enemies it has killed.

At the time of the demonic and ethnic wars, the flag did not know how many of the kings of the people had been slaughtered. It could be said that it was a complete murder weapon.

Nor did Tu Haojie and others think that the bad fortune crow actually dared to bring this treasure instrument into the battlefield of the demons. Isn't it afraid to lose this precious treasure instrument in this place?

“No, it's not real, it's fake.” Integrity is silent.

A number of elite students are also staring at the flag, so they can rest assured. Indeed, if it is the legendary flag of the unjust soul of purgatory, I am afraid that the hundreds of kilometers of the square will be covered in death breath.

If prompted by the Demon King, it is estimated that even a city pool will turn into a dead zone.

“Hmm, yes, it's a fake, but at least there's a real power to deal with the people in the warrior's territory in the district, which is totally enough.” The bad luck crow laughed.

Seeing the demonic power pouring on it, the whistling sounded, pounding demonic power immediately poured into the flag.

Boom Boom Boom ~ ~

The flag of the unjust soul of purgatory suddenly shook, the black light flashed, and the black whirlpool seemed to appear deep inside the flag, as if chaos was circulating, and the smell of horrible death was brewing.

Deep in the vortex, like a skull, evil spirits, evil spirits, they all seem to climb out of the depths of the flag and appear in the middle of the sky.

These creatures were killed by the crows of bad fortune, and their souls were collected by the flag and transformed into puppets, who had to be empowered throughout their lives until death.

Psst!!!!

In an instant, hundreds of skeletons, evil spirits and demons appeared in the middle of the sky, each emitting a monstrous magic, the strength to reach the warrior realm.

Many of them are strong men at the peak of the martial arts.

These evil spirits appeared, as if they were an army, neat and united, with a terrible atmosphere that completely covered four or five kilometres.