God Level Demon

Boo!

Soon, Xiaping flashed, leaving the valley and coming to the mountain wall a few miles away, looking at the doomed crow nailed to it.

At this time, the blood ticking on the raven of bad fortune ticked off, stained red, and it was not as inexorable as it had just been, even if it wanted to scream, it could not scream.

“Not dead yet? ”

Xia Ping picked the eyebrow. Originally this arrow was aimed at the heart of the bad luck crow. He tried to shoot the monster with one arrow, but didn't expect to miss it.

It wasn't missed, but it was because the crow of bad fortune, at a critical moment, turned his body and let the bow and arrow shoot over the rest of his body.

Although this is a fatal wound for humans, for monsters, such a wound, if severe, is not fatal.

If they are given a certain amount of time, they will certainly recover as they started.

“Damn humans, you dare to treat great bad luck crows like this, do you know how bad luck this can bring you, you know...”

Seeing Xia Ping come to himself, the bad luck crow also seemed to recover some strength, it was untamed, his eyes revealed a brutal color, he shouted at him immediately, and he seemed to want to intimidate Xia Ping.

“Die! ”

Xia Ping was too lazy to listen to bad luck crow crap. He just punched him and tried to blow the crow's head off.

“Wait, human, you give me wait.” The bad luck crow was still pretending to intimidate Xia Ping as his demon queen's descendant, but I had no idea that he was not looking at his words at all.

I didn't even plan on listening to myself, and I had to punch myself in the head.

Suddenly, the bad luck crow was scared to pee, never dared to pretend again, hurried and shouted.

“Wait for my ass!” Xiaping punched out, but the bad luck crow was the bad luck crow. At the time of the thousand shots, he turned his head.

Boom!

This fist bombarded the mountain wall, instantly blowing out a large hole several dozen meters in diameter, the whole mountain had a slightly shaky smell, a crack in the road did not know how far it spread.

A dozen tons of boulders in the distance, even more torn apart by a shock, can totally imagine the power of this punch, if hit, could definitely kill the doomed crow.

“Why are you hiding?” Xia Ping looked curiously at the bad luck crow.

Why are you hiding? Shit, if you don't hide, you just punched me to death. Can't you hide? This is obviously bullshit. The bad luck crow couldn't reside in the inner mouth to scold the human face.

But it still endured, who called himself a worse man now, or a lower prisoner.

“You can't kill me.” The bad fortune crow said, “I am the prince of the bad fortune crow clan. If you kill me, you will surely cause the demon clan to rage. If you start a war between the people and the demon clan, you will be the culprit and the king will not be able to protect you. ”

“Oh.”

Xia Ping shouted, squeezed his fist, and tried to punch him.

Shit, this motherfucker doesn't eat this shit.

The bad fortune crow's face is green. He can't see that this kid is not threatened at all. He doesn't seem to care about the war. Perhaps there is a need for a war.

To think of it, it immediately said, "If you don't kill me, I can give you the benefit.” Since it can't be hard, it comes soft, and it understands what it means to go back and forth.

“Benefits? What's in it for me? ”

When Sharpington stopped, to be honest, even now, killing the bad luck crow would only remove a monster, and would not do him any good.

He wants to hear what the monster has to say.

“I am the prince of the Crow clan of bad fortune, and if you let me go, I can ask my father to give you a lot of treasure after this demonic battlefield, whatever you want.” And whether or not it can be done, the bad luck crow immediately issued an empty cheque in the hope that Xiaping would spare his life.

“A crow is also a prince?” Xiaping is suspicious.

The bad luck crow nose is so angry: “What's wrong with the crow, the crow can't be a prince. You're making people look like you. When my bad luck crow family shook the world, you didn't have anything to do with human beings. ”

It looked arrogant, obviously the ancestral wind it still remembered.

“None of my business. ”

Xiaping said lazily: “I only care if you can give me the benefit. Since your race is such a cow, of course there are a lot of babies, some kind of treasure vessel, just give me four or five pieces and send me away like a beggar. ”

“Treasure free, what kind of millennial potion, 10,000 years of potion, also give five or six strains, it's a coincidence. ”

To your sister!

Bad luck crow, shameless face, give four or five treasure utensils, how can you not go up to heaven, treasure utensils can be given? He also said that it was a beggar, motherfucker. That sounds good. Is it a bandit, or is it grass that doesn't grow and geese pull hair?

And the millennial potion, the million years of potion, it has never been seen as a bad luck crow prince, all collected by the demon king, never show up easily.

This kid has an infinite appetite, and wants to grab five or six strains to fit. Never seen one like this before. Aren't you afraid that your appetite will hold up too much?

The bad luck crow was dark and barebacked: "No, no, no, no, no. ”

“Forget it, it seems that you bad luck crows are a bunch of poor people who can't afford any money. It's probably all the kind of Sunset West Mountain race, so what else can I do for you? Kill them directly and bake them. ”

Xia Ping looked brutally at the bad luck crow and felt that the crow was only worth the barbecue.

“Wait, I'm not a poor crow. ”

Feeling the killings on Xiaping's body, the bad luck crow panicked and hurried: “Although we can't take out the treasure vessel, the millennial potion or anything, but we can still take out some common potion, spiritual liquid, demonic nucleus and other things. ”

It means you're still a little valuable.

Xiaping touched his chin. Undeniably, this crow is still of some use. It is estimated that it can extort a lot of money from the Eritrean crow clan.

But if the blackmail goes too far, I'm afraid the Aemon Crow clan won't agree, and it's estimated that they'd rather have the net broken, one degree in which they can't lose themselves or make Aemon Crow go wild.

“It seems that the treasure vessel, the millennium potion or something, that killed these demonic poor ghosts and refused to take it out, can only extort some money.” Xiaping said he was still very short of money.

In order to buy a supership, he had a huge gap.

“Well, it's not inadmissible to spare your life, but you have to give me 500 billion federal dollars.” Xiaping Lion opens his mouth.

What?!

Hearing this, the bad fortune crow face is green, people and demons have been together for so long, in fact each other's currencies are almost common, there are occasional exchanges.

Five hundred billion federal dollars, which is also a blood cut on its ravenous crow, and most families have to pay for it.

Of course, compared to that treasure vessel, the millennium potion, it's obviously a lot easier, but it's affordable.