Chapter 659: Accumulating Corpse Nether Fist

"This, this is the doom crow?!"

The local tyrants and others suddenly felt chills all over their bodies, as if they were being stared at by a god of the underworld.

According to rumors, the doom crow is an extremely tyrannical race even among the many demon races. It is a demon from hell. Once it appears, it represents war, death, plague, etc. It is a representative of countless casualties.

No one wants to see the doom crow, even many monsters are extremely afraid of the doom crow, thinking it is an ominous symbol, almost the same as Xia Ping, gods hate ghosts.

"Humanity."

The Crow of Doom stared at Xia Ping: "I told you to stop why not, but you dare to kill me in front of my face. It seems that you are wild and difficult to tame, and you need a lot of training."

It is not angry for those dead monsters, and they are not brothers of the same race anyway, which makes it difficult for it to shed a single tear, not to mention that it is a cold-hearted monster itself.

But it was angry at its own face. It clearly ordered this human not to do it, but it did so, and it was so ruthless that it killed these monsters in an instant.

This is simply slapping it in the face in public, how can it not be angry? !

"You are the doom crow? A symbol of death and war?" Xia Ping touched his chin, "I don't know if it's cooked, can you eat it? Do you know if it's true or false?"

He stared at the doom crow.

What? !

The local tyrants and others are speechless. At this time, this guy actually wants to eat others. Now who is the real monster, why does it look the other way?

"Sure enough, it's a wild and untamable human being, but it doesn't matter, when I capture you, put shackles on your neck and shackles on your feet, and let more than a dozen pig women come to you to torture you for a few years, I guess you will soon be convinced. ."

The doom crow was high above, and a pair of black eyes revealed a deep killing intent. Although it was invisible on the surface, it was completely angered by Xia Ping's words.

"Come here and die!"

Xia Ping glanced sideways.

"Human, you want to die!" A terrifying aura of death erupted from the doomed crow. Its race is known as a tyrannical race that came out of the depths of hell, and it was born to control the aura of death.

Once angered, the sky will be shattered, just like the god of the underworld descending, taking away the lives of countless creatures.

boom

I saw that the doomed crow couldn't bear it any longer, and it started in an instant, manipulating the death energy of the body, and the black mist burst out and bombarded Xia Ping.

Accumulating corpse underworld god fist!

These black mists condensed into black fists in an instant, as if they were the fists of the underworld gods. They came out of hell and contained the power to shatter the earth.

At the same time, the breath of death lingers on it, which has great restraint for living beings. Once invaded by the breath of death, the vitality of the body will be robbed in an instant and turned into a pile of dead bones.

This is the horror of the Doom Crow Accumulating Corpse Nether Fist. When it is displayed, it is not only powerful, but the breath of death on it is even more irresistible, and it can be killed by one move.

"Hide away."

The local tyrants and others suddenly changed their faces. They felt the breath of death hit, and the weeds and trees on the ground withered quickly, as if their souls were destroyed in an instant.

If these people also stay in this place, they will be affected by the power of the doomed crow, and the aftermath of this power is enough to seriously injure them.

Although the strength of the doom crow is estimated to be the same as that of Feng Qiudao, the aura of death on its body is too terrifying, and it can be called the nemesis of all living beings.

At this time, Xia Ping shot in vain, slapped it with a palm, ran the Pure Yang Indestructible Art, and suddenly resisted the fist of the Underworld God, and two tyrannical forces collided.

The void immediately exploded, and a huge sound erupted.

Bang bang bang! ! !

In addition to attacking Xia Ping, these fists,

It also bombarded the ground violently, and was immediately shaken out of huge fist potholes, and several tons of soil were thrown out, making a roaring sound.

Standing on the ground, Xia Ping also felt the tyrannical power of this punch. The shock caused the air cover on his body to continuously vibrate, and the ground on which his feet stood was shaken into a huge deep pit.

Even these death breaths seemed to have life consciousness, ignoring his gas mask and infiltrating his limbs, as if a god of the underworld had descended and raised his scythe to harvest his soul.

"Destroy!"

Xia Ping snorted coldly, and the flame containing the essence of the sun in his body burst out at once, instantly wrapping these gray death breaths, and burning with a clatter.

After a few breaths, these gray breaths met the flames in Xia Ping's body, like ice and snow melting, and quickly disappeared in this world, completely annihilated.

"impossible!"

Seeing this, the Crow of Doom was completely stunned. Its aura of death was unstoppable. Even the king race of the demon race would need to spend a lot of effort to resist its own power of death.

It is precisely because of this that not many of the demon clan dare to confront it, which also causes it to be aloof, ignoring everything, and no one can disobey its orders.

But now his own death breath is actually useless to this human being, and it is only the power of the flames that will wipe out its death breath.

However, how does it know the horror of the Pure Yang Inextinguishable Art? It absorbs the flame power of the essence of the sun as nourishment, tempers the body, and cultivates the power of flame, even the breath of hell can be wiped out.

Even if this force of death is very powerful, it is not a match for the essence of the sun.

Even if he takes 10,000 steps back, Xia Ping does not have the power of the sun essence, but he has the blood of the Golden Crow of Hell, that is the ruler of hell, the king of hell gods and demons!

For it, the mere breath of death is nothing but nourishment and tonic, and it is just a dream to want to hurt his body just like this.

"Go to hell!"

Xia Ping stood on the ground, he didn't care about the shock of the doomed crow, he circulated the real energy in his body, and he punched in the air, a hundred-step divine fist!

This fist contains the power of the essence of the sun. It is the fist of flame. Like the god of fire, the terrifying fist is still attacking from a distance of hundreds of meters.

Boom!

The Doom Crow was caught off guard. Even though it was flying in mid-air, it was hit by Xia Ping's punch, smashed hard on the chest, and several ribs were broken.

What is even more terrifying is that these flame powers seem to have begun to burn the death breath on its body, and its entire body must be turned into a fireball, completely burned to death, and burned to the ground.

"hateful!"

The doom crow roared, like an enraged beast, and the breath of death in the body burst out crazily, and quickly extinguished the flames.