God Level Demon

Half an hour later.

Xia Ping's figure returned to the demonic palace of Rock Demon City, and he had an extra body of sand demon, which he had solved himself.

He had intended to devour the sand demon to the tree of the world, but if he wanted to accomplish his mission, he would need the remains of the sand demon as a validation item, otherwise it would not have been a success.

At this time, he came to the Mission Hall with the remains of the Sandman to submit his mission.

“What, did you kill the Sandman yourself? ”

In the mission hall, many demon executives, as well as other demons who came to take the task heard the news, suddenly shocked, incredibly looking at Xia Ping.

Because in their eyes, this kid is a little white face, and his strength is nothing but immortality. Where could he possibly kill the sand demon that reached its near-ancient peak?

If this boy really dares to go to Sandman's trouble, he will find his own way to death, and will be killed by the Sandman for minutes, so that he will die without his life or even his whole body.

The problem is that the famous, brutal sand demon actually fell into the kid's hands, and even the body was brought back by him.

“Yes, the sand demons in the district can just kill them at will, what is this? I don't know how those demons who hunt the sand demons actually do it, but they can still be killed by the sand demons. It's really generous. Now the demon quality of the demon palace is getting worse and worse. Anything can be added, fish dragons mixed together, snake rat nest. ”

Xia Ping stood against his hand and looked like a light cloud.

What?!

Hearing these words, many demons are a little twisted in the nose, shaking all over their bodies, and they can't help but hammer on the beam of the boy's nose with a punch.

Just kill a sand demon. What are you dragging here? How dare you underestimate these demons and fire a map gun here?!

To be honest, other demons can say that, if you're the only white face who can't say that, they've never seen such a brazen guy.

It's just a little bit of a job, and it's already up in the tail, so they all kind of want to beat the kid up hard.

But the boy did accomplish his task, and even if he wanted to say something against it, he had no choice but to feel incredibly stubborn inside.

“Supervisor, why don't you hurry up and inspect the mission, what are you doing here? Believe me or not, I'll report you, saying you have nothing to do all day, here is full of mischief, stealing chickens and slippery, do you know how many demons can take your place?” Xiaping shouted.

Nima, the bastard wants to go to heaven. A bunch of demon executives in the mission hall are half green, and they're all a little out of control to hammer the bastard's mood.

Had it not been for the boy with Lord Monica's support, they would have assured the boy that they would have worn shoes to death.

But people had to bow their heads under the roof, even demons, and now the bastard had Lord Monica's back, and even if they were angry again, there was nothing they could do.

A demon supervisor came forward and made many spells prove it. It was concluded that this demon was indeed wanted by the demon and killed by the boy himself.

“Lord Austin, we have verified that your task has indeed been completed and can be rewarded for this task, while also raising Lord Austin's level of authority in the Demon Palace. ”

A demon superintendent said helplessly.

It was trying to find out what the cat was tired of, and once it found out what was broken, even if the kid had Monica's back, it would give the kid a bitter head.

But now there's nothing boring about the cat. If it doesn't do it fairly, I'm afraid it's suffering, and it has to give the kid a good pass.

“Well, that's good, I've been doing things all day, not again, or I'll complain to you again.” Xia Ping scolded and said, then turned around and left.

“That bastard. ”

Seeing the shadow of Xia Ping leaving, a group of demon superiors all had a bit of a breakdown in their faces, and their faces turned green. This was the first time they had been subjected to such a bladder gas.

They used to scoff at this demon's little white face, but now the little white face is cheering up his toes, and he dares to point at them and point at them.

They just can't help tearing this kid apart.

“What is this Austin pulling? Isn't it Lord Monica? Without Lord Monica's refuge, this little white face would be bullshit and anyone could pinch him. ”

“That's right, he also said he wanted to complain to us, look at the bastard's cheerful face, this is the fox fake tiger, dog warrior, he wanted to beat him up when he saw it. ”

“How come the last rumor hasn't come true? Didn't you say that demons have long wanted to kill him? How come no demon has ever been able to get it yet? It's so exasperating. ”

“Alas, good demons don't live long, evil evil evil evil long, it is this little white face that corrupts the temple of our demons, obviously not much talent, the breath is very big. ”

A bunch of demons bite and cut their teeth, and their anger is unstoppable. They've never had this kind of bird gas in their lives.

“By the way, that kid is just an immortal demon. By the way, the sand demon that reached its near-ancient peak is impossible to kill. How did Austin do his job? It doesn't make sense. ”

There are demons confused.

Because the sand demon is also a famous and vicious demon. Many ancient and even ancient demons tried to hunt down the sand demon, but it didn't work.

Either I can't find it or I can't fight it. Anyway, the task is troublesome and the rewards are constantly improving, but now it's good that Austin did it, and it really drops them in the glasses.

“Sure, I was wondering about that earlier. I thought the boy had asked for help from other powerful demons, even Monica, but after a few checks, it was the boy who did it. ”

The other demon is a little confused, too, and it's trying to figure out why this is happening.

“Does this kid play pig and eat tigers, but he's good at it? ”

There are demons who make their own assumptions.

“Bullshit, what else can you do with that little white face? ”

“That's right, District Flower Demon, I let him get promoted to near-ancient land, which is not my opponent. ”

“That is, his blood has determined his future, and if he can, will he eat soft meals and be a little white face? That's impossible. ”

Many demons laugh and laugh. They are willing to believe that this little white face is a knowledgeable master. It's better to believe that the pig will be a tree. You're kidding.