Chapter 962: Did I Give You Too Much Face, Leviathan?

Under the blazing demonic light, the demons who were secretly watching felt their eyes stinging and were horrified.

It turned out that even the powerful Monkey King Sun Wukong had to call Peng the Demon King his third brother. It turned out that he was weak before because his memory was not fully restored.

Once such a terrifying figure fully restored his memory, how strong would the power of his previous life be?

Lucifer's face had already become extremely ugly, and his eyes were gloomy and uncertain. He was a little unsure about Fang Xiu's words. He was familiar with Sun Wukong, after all, he had been beaten a lot before, but Sun Wukong's third brother...

He really didn't know him, but he saw that Fang Xiu's arrogance was really not acting. If he didn't have such confidence, how could he be so arrogant?

The most important thing is that Fang Xiu was still a third-grade before, and it has only been a short time, and the other party has already reached the second grade, and can still defeat Lu Dongbin. This crazy speed of strength improvement can only be awakened by the memory of the previous life.

Could it be that the other party was really a big man stronger than Sun Wukong in his previous life? He just kept a low profile, so his reputation is not prominent?

Lucifer, who couldn't think of the answer, simply stopped thinking about it. He didn't care how strong Fang Xiu was in his previous life. Anyway, he was only a second-grade person now and couldn't turn over his palm.

"Demon King Peng, no matter what your identity was in your previous life, if you violated the rules of hell, you will die!"

Lucifer's eyes were shining with a deep and strange light, like a black hole. He raised his right hand, and a black sword surrounded by magic appeared in his hand.

The sword was black and shiny, like obsidian, crystal clear, and the blade flashed with a sharp cold light. When it appeared, the field was filled with an extremely cold atmosphere.

"Judgment Day!"

He placed the sword in front of his chest, then raised it suddenly and stabbed it into the sky.

Boom!

An infinite magic light shot out from the long sword and rushed straight into the sky.

Suddenly, a huge black light burst out from the sky. The black light rotated, stirring the wind and clouds, forming a huge vortex like a black hole, more like an abyss that wanted to swallow all living things.

Lucifer stared at Fang Xiu coldly and said indifferently: "I will judge you on behalf of hell. Die, Demon King Peng!"

He waved his sword lightly, and suddenly, the vortex above the sky rotated rapidly. A black sphere that was huge enough to cover the sky emerged from the vortex and fell down immediately.

"What a weak attack! Today, I will let you see what real power is!"

"Ten thousand demons are coming to the master!" The cold and chilly words came out of Fang Xiu's mouth, resounding between heaven and earth.

It was as if a drop of ink was dripped into the sky and the ink spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering the sky and making the world fall into eternal night.

Pairs of ferocious and terrifying eyes opened in the eternal night, and a huge demon shadow emerged, guarding Fang Xiu and worshiping him devoutly.

He threw the divine feather spear in his hand lightly, whoosh!

The divine feather spear rushed towards the huge black ball like a meteor, and all the demon shadows in the sky were infused into this spear.

Two extremely powerful demon gods confronted each other in the void, with overwhelming demon power, and they all displayed their most powerful moves. Such a great battle alarmed countless demon gods in hell.

Everyone was paying attention, and at the same time, no one thought that Fang Xiu could defeat Lucifer's clone.

Lucifer stood in hell for endless years, and his reputation was second only to the devil Satan. This was not a false reputation, but a real combat power.

If Satan did not come out, Lucifer would be the peak of hell's combat power, even the other seven angels of hell who were also first-grade demon gods would be slightly inferior.

There is also a gap between the first-grade, just like in the present world, we are all human beings. Some people have only 4 billion cold cards when they are at the lowest point in their lives, while some people have no more than four digits when they are at their peak. It is the same.

Lucifer and other first-grade are like this. It is no exaggeration to say that even one of his clones has the strength to fight with other first-grade demon gods, and even some weak ones can be defeated.

In the eyes of the demons, no matter how strong Fang Xiu is, he can't get out of the category of the second grade after all. How can he win? Why win?

It is extremely incredible to be able to hold on for a while.

However, when the Doomsday Judgment collided with the Ten Thousand Demons, a scene that was beyond everyone's expectations appeared.

I saw that the divine spear carrying the power of the Ten Thousand Demons and surrounded by countless demon shadows, easily pierced the huge black ball with a crushing momentum.

It was like a steel needle piercing a balloon.

Boom!

Endless energy torrents burst out, almost sweeping across the entire hell. The dazzling light hurt the demons' eyes, and they couldn't open their eyes at all. Even countless weak demons were scared to death at this moment.

When the infinite magic light dissipated, the demons couldn't believe their eyes.

They saw that the high and mighty Lucifer had fallen from the altar. A golden magic gun was stuck on his chest, nailing him to the ground.

The extremely impactful picture made the whole hell silent, and only a light and heavy footsteps echoed between heaven and earth.

The owner of the footsteps walked in front of Lucifer, looking down from a high place, with a contemptuous grin on the corner of his mouth. He grabbed the magic gun on Lucifer's chest.

"The first angel of hell? That's all."

Puff!

The magic gun was pulled out, and Lucifer, who had already lost all his vitality, was annihilated inch by inch, turned into light rain, and was sucked into Fang Xiu's stomach.

The clone is also flesh.

Fang Xiu held the magic gun in his hand and looked around with disdain: "Are there still people who want to judge me? Come out."

The voice was as loud as thunder, but no one in hell dared to respond.

The Jealous Angel clone on the side had been shocked to the point of numbness. He looked at Fang Xiu in disbelief, as if he had just met him for the first time.

"You...you actually defeated Lucifer's clone? What was your strength in your previous life!?"

Fang Xiu turned around slowly after hearing this and glanced at the Jealous Angel: "What? You want to try?"

The Jealous Angel's face suddenly changed. In front of so many demons in the whole hell, he felt a little embarrassed. He said in shock and anger: "Demon King Peng, don't forget that you are still my subordinate now!"

"Subordinate?" Fang Xiu smiled grimly: "Did I give you too much face, Leviathan?"

"How dare you!" The Jealous Angel was furious. He didn't expect Fang Xiu to dare to call him by his name, but then he thought, he dared to kill Lucifer's clone, so what else could he not dare to do?

"Dare to give orders to me just because you have a little status in hell? You are the Seven Angels of Hell, so I am not qualified to be one?"

"You!" The Jealous Angel wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Fang Xiu.

"When I am happy, you are one of the Seven Angels of Hell. If I am unhappy, what are you?"

"Demon King Peng, you have committed an unforgivable crime in hell, and now you dare to..."

Bang!

A golden spear with the power of all demons penetrated the void and pierced the face of the jealous angel.