God Level Demon

“Do it. Do it now. Kill the boy. ”

Upon hearing this, Wu An roared, and he wanted the four deputy chiefs to strike and kill at the same time.

Because as Xia Ping said these words, the momentum on his body was actually climbing, and the strength was increasing and growing at a visible rate to the naked eye.

As you can imagine, the boy distinguishes between fighting and feeding, treating them as a stepping stone and sharpening his martial arts.

If we continue to do this, they will not be Xiaping's opponents, and must be uprooted before the boy's momentum reaches its peak.

“Die! Take my sword, Dragon 9! ”

A deputy chief drank angrily, pulled out a three-foot green peak, a sword chopped off, swords across, splitting the heavens and the earth, as if a flying dragon was emptying and roaring.

In the dark sky, this sword is like a dragon, it contains dragon power, and it is frightening, as if to swallow a planet alive, vicious Gestapo.

This is a swordsman created by a swordsman, who used this sword to cut off a dragon with one sword, infinite power, powerful sword, indestructible.

Although the other party has not yet played this sword fully, there is also a slight dragon cutting power.

“Thunder fan! ”

Another deputy chief also took the shot, only to see an extra purple fan in his hand, all like jade, engraved with a dense numbness of symbolic form.

This is an upper spiritual fan.

He gently flashed, a large array of heavens and earth emerged, deep inside with wind and thunder energy, constantly tangled together and turned into a wind thunder dragon.

Ho!

Only this wind thunderbolt gathered the dragon roaring and slaughtered towards Xiaping. The thunderbolt clattered around him, sounding completely empty, with great destructive power.

Along the way, a giant meteorite was bombarded into powder, completely unstoppable, even if there was no way to block it for a second.

“Five poisonous flags! ”

Another deputy chief took out a flag, all black, as if the venom had condensed, and the interior seemed to be infested with poisonous scorpions, snakes, poisonous worms, centipedes, poisonous jellyfish and other worldly fogs.

This is a spiritual-grade demonic apparatus, forged from the smelting of countless rare materials by drawing on the world's five strange poisons, powerful and powerful.

Once this magic device moved, the flag rose, there was no wind and automatic, immediately spreading heavy poison gas, covering tens of thousands of miles, poison gas everywhere, human and animal extinction.

Wow ~ ~

Only the deputy chief was able to run his magic, his face was blushing, he triggered the five-poison flag, and a line of poison gas appeared in his body, forming a poison gas symbol, which blended into the void and turned into a dark fog.

In the blink of an eye, this dark mist swept down to wrap Xiaping completely.

“Firelion gun! ”

The last deputy chief roared, holding a long red gun, the beard scattered, like a mad lion, in a rainbow, and bombarded him with one shot.

Immediately, the infinite flames in the depths of the void converged, turning into a flaming lion, rising above the sky, creating a terrible force of energy sound waves that quickly passed through at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The power that came from this bombardment was not only the power of fire, but also the power of terrible shock, the destructive power was terrible, a number of meteorites touched, immediately shocked into powder, no longer existed.

“Die! ”

Wu Ann was also reluctant to show weakness. Although he had just been physically traumatized by Xiaping, he was not fatally injured and still had the power to fight Xiaping.

He punched, crushed, punched, like a divine light, holes through the void, the power of this punch actually increased by 30% more than before, the power is infinite.

Suddenly, the whole void shook, the stars shook, the magic distorted, forming a flood.

“Firefly worm, dare to fight with Hao Moon? ”

Xia Ping was unhappy and sad, as if he was facing not the five strong men of the rank of truth, but the five ordinary fighters.

His hands worked their tricks, his powers, and suddenly a dark golden symbol appeared deep in the void, like a hell of a golden whale, swimming in the void, quickly gathered together, and immediately turned into a giant furnace.

Blood Spirit - Hell Furnace!

The furnace is engraved with dark golden inscriptions of dense numbness, with countless hellish texts, as if it had written a chapter in the history of hell, with an aura of ancient nobility.

Even these hellish words swam around the furnace, like a hell of a dragon, twisting, winding, as if they were alive and filled with hell.

Boom ~ ~

Sooner or later, when the five realms of truth can strike at the same time, their power is instantly bombarded over the Hell Furnace, which is quickly devoured by Hell Furnace.

It's like a rock falling into the ocean, just causing a wave and quietly disappearing.

At the same time, the hell furnace burst out the horrible flaming force and the shaking force, causing the void to appear a slight ripple. This destructive force swept across all sides, shocking Wu 'an and others to fly backwards, coughing blood on the spot.

“Impossible. What kind of magic is this? A Jindan junior in the district can actually resist the combined bombardment of the Five Reality Powers. None of the holy gods can do this. Who are you and who are you?! ”

A deputy chief coughed up blood, and he couldn't help but scream and shock.

He simply couldn't accept the truth. The fact that none of the five major players could join forces to bomb the Jindan juniors. This situation is simply untold and unimaginable.

Killing him didn't even think this would happen, which is a fantastic idea.

Wu 'an and others are shocked, can't be relieved for a long time.

“Who am I? Do you think you deserve to know? None of the gods are qualified for this. ”

Xia Ping flashed and gave birth to Hell's Golden Wood wings on his back. In a flash, he came in front of the two chiefs, smashing into the past, instantly the stars trembled, the horrible hellish forces converged in the center of his fist, countless Hell words swimming, twisting, seemed to be harnessing the Hell's energy deep in the void to communicate with the Hell's surface.

“No, no, no, no. Forgive me. Forgive me a dog. I'll be your dog.” The deputy chief shouted in horror, feeling himself on the verge of death, and his entire body was locked in.

Faced with a punch like that from Hell's Underworld, he couldn't resist trying to beg for forgiveness.

He is a true man with a great future and a long life. Perhaps there will be a chance to spy on the saints in the future. He does not want to die so tragically.

“Too late. ”

The voice of Xiaping came, nothingness, vain, infiltrating people's hearts, such as the divine law of the underworld.

But just after that sentence, his fist bombarded the deputy chief, and immediately his body blew up, twisted, and turned into a piece of meat, and the Numen collapsed, and he couldn't die anymore.