God Level Demon

In a valley.

At this moment, an old thunderbolted demon gasped, sweating his back, and his clothes were shattered. He panicked and avoided the pursuit of the dead spirits of the saints. After a few days of escape, he finally escaped from each other.

He was trying to get some rest, but all of a sudden there was a broken voice behind him.

Boom!

He looked back, a brick fell from the sky, slapped it over his head, snapped, completely smashed, and his whole head suddenly felt dizzy.

“Xiaping! ”

Prior to the coma, the old Ray hijacker screamed and vomited blood, because he recognized that the man behind the attack was Hercules Kun Pai Xiaping.

The despicable and shameless murder took place in the weakest moment of his life. A brick slapped him on the head and gave him a fatal blow.

His inner depression and resentment were utterly unspeakable and he could not help but sweep this despicable little man away.

Being an old demon, innocent of evil, covert conspiracy, masterful of appearances, is now shaded by people, and the back of the brick flashes, which is a humiliation that has never been done before.

Too bad he didn't get a chance to kill back.

Because at the moment of his coma, the whole body was pierced by Xiaping with a spear of hell, and the Numen were shattered.

“Second. ”

Xia Ping had no expression on his face, killed this Thunderbolt, and he also scraped away the treasure from him.

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At this time, Kim Snake Lang was not in a very good condition.

Because he was powerful enough, he was also targeted by the dead spirit of a saint, as if he had a great hatred for life and death. He was hunted all the way down, leaving him no way to heaven and no way down.

Boom!

It was the dead spirit of the saint with the long sword. Another sword fell, and a horrible sword erupted, instantly splitting the Golden Snake Lang, almost splitting his body in half.

Even this powerful impact caused him to rub across the ground, slipped his foot for dozens of kilometres, bled a lot, and sustained a lot of damage to the heart of his lungs.

He felt so desperate that his life was at an end that he could not escape the death of this saint.

“Brother, come quickly, there's a safe place to hide. ”

At this point, a voice came along and was in a hurry.

Yet King Kim Snake Lang was overjoyed, as if listening to the voice of an angel, such as obtaining treasure, how gracious it is that at such a critical moment there is still someone willing to help.

There's no such thing as a demon, even an angel.

He realizes that there is indeed a great array of spaces nearby, with hidden voids, breath and other powers, and further afield there is a small space portal that can accommodate one person.

“Thank you, thank you very much. ”

There seems to be signs of another attack on the souls of the distant saints. Where did Kim Snake Lang dare to stay in place? A carp rolled and climbed along, quickly entering this great battle.

Indeed, as soon as he entered, his breath was completely covered up and the whole great battle hid the void.

And the dead spirit of the saint seemed confused, unable to trace the breath of the Golden Snake Lang, wandering for a moment, it still left the place and went away towards the distance.

Suddenly, Kim Snake Lang was relieved and finally alive.

“Thank you for your help, Daoist. If it hadn't been for you, I would have been killed by the dead spirit of the saint. ”

Kim Snake Lang turned his head and thanked the person who saved him, but when he saw the real face of the person across the street, he immediately shouted, “Holy shit, Xiaping, how could it be you, you son of a bitch?! ”

His face was green and his sweat was raised, like falling into an ice cave.

Where the fuck is this saved? This is just getting out of a tiger hole and into a thief's nest again.

“Isn't that me? I've been waiting for you for a long time, Kim Snake Lang, and I've taken your life. ”

Xia Ping started immediately.

“Ah, you scoundrel, I won't let you go as a ghost. ”

Kim Snake Lang screamed, he regretted that his intestines were green. How could he foolishly listen to this bastard's words and be fooled into this big battle? Now it's really not good to call every day, it's bad to call the ground, there's no way to escape.

The basic trust between man and man, where the hell did he go, using his anxiety to escape psychological tricks, is this bastard still human?! The devil's head is not as despicable as his.

Boom ~ ~

Without waiting for him to scream much, his body was blown up by Xiaping.

Originally, Kim Snake Lang was the end of a strong crossbow. Where can we stop Xiaping from coming? Naturally, it was easily eliminated. All the treasures on his body belong to Xiaping.

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Xiaping also wanted to beat down the water dog and kill several seriously injured thunderbolts.

But when he found out he had killed Kim Snake Lang and others, the power of the dead saints seemed to fade quickly.

But it is also natural, after all, that it is only a dead spirit, and that the power is not endless, nor is it a perfect creature.

After three days and three nights of rage, which drains almost tens of thousands of years of energy, they disappear quickly to rest and recuperate.

“Great, finally leaving. ”

“The power of the dead of these saints is not endless. ”

“We waited until the spirits of these saints lost their power. ”

“Too bad those Daoists didn't wait for this moment. Instead, they were killed by the dead spirits and died unjustly. ”

“It's all the fault of that bitch Xiaping. If it weren't for this bastard, how could so many friends die? ”

“Retaliation, be sure to retaliate hard. ”

And the rest of the thunderbolt landscape was overwhelmed with joy. If they were reborn, they would then think of Xiaping as the culprit, and all of them immediately aroused a great deal of hate.

“What now? Shall we go find that Xiaping? ”

“It's probably time for the kid to run away. ”

“We've also left this place, where there are no 10,000 fruits. ”

“Yeah, the dead spirits of the saints don't know when they're going to regain their strength, and it's not time to stay here. ”

The evil woodworkers and others talked about it, revealing their consternation.

Though the spirits of the saints have disappeared, who knows when these immortal monsters will appear or leave this dangerous place quickly?

“Too bad. ”

Watching the evil woodworker wait for the demon head to leave, Xia Ping was very sorry, he wanted to kill a few more, it seems that there is no chance now.

You know, these thunderstorms are powerful, and they're all millionaires, rich and oily, and if you kill one, you get tremendous wealth.

Opportunities like this to easily plunder the power of a minefield are not always met.

But he couldn't control it either, so he had to accept it.

“It's time to break through. ”

Xiaping felt that his magic sense was at its peak. He had been suppressed because he had not yet reached a satisfactory state, and is no longer needed.