Chapter 659

"This, this is the Crow of Doom?!"

Tuhaojie and the others suddenly felt chills all over their bodies, as if they were being watched by a ghost, and they would end up being seduced anytime, anywhere, without a place to die.

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

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

"Humanity."

The crow of doom stared at Xia Ping: "Why didn't I tell you to stop? You dared to kill me in front of my face. It seems that you are unruly and need more training."

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

But what it was angry about was its own face. It clearly ordered this human not to do anything, but it did it anyway, 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 doomed crow? A symbol of death and war?" Xia Ping touched his chin, "I don't know if it is cooked, can I eat it? It is said that you monsters and flesh contain a lot of energy, which is comparable to a thousand-year-old elixir. Do you know if it's true or not?"

He stared at the doom crow.

What? !

Tu Haojie and the others were speechless. At this moment, this guy actually wanted to eat him. Now who is the real monster? Why does it look the other way?

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

The crow of doom is high above, with a pair of black eyes revealing a deep killing intent. Although it can't be seen on the surface, it is completely irritated by Xia Ping's words.

"Get over here and die!"

Xia Ping squinted.

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

Once angry, it would be a catastrophe, like the god of the underworld descending, taking away the lives of countless creatures.

Boom~~

The doomed crow couldn't bear it any longer, and immediately made a move, manipulating the death energy of the body, and the black mist burst out, bombarding Xia Ping.

Corpse Underworld Fist!

These black mist condensed into black fists in an instant, like the fists of the underworld god, coming out of hell, containing the power to smash the earth.

At the same time, the aura of death is lingering on it, which has great restraint for living beings. Once it is invaded by the aura of death, it will instantly plunder the vitality of the body and turn it into a pile of dead bones.

This is the horror of the Doom Crow's Corpse-Stilling Underworld Fist. When it is cast, it is not only powerful, but the death breath on it is even more irresistible, and it can be killed with one move.

"Hide quickly."

Tu Haojie and the others suddenly changed their faces. They felt the breath of death, and the weeds and trees on the ground withered quickly, as if their souls were instantly destroyed.

If they also stayed in this place, they would be affected by the power of the doomed crow, and the aftermath of such power alone would be enough to seriously injure them.

Although the strength of the Doom Crow is estimated to be the same as that of Feng Qiudao, the breath of death on it is too terrifying, and it can be called the nemesis of all creatures in the heavens.

At this time, Xia Ping made a move in vain, and slapped it away with a palm, running the Pure Yang Immortality Art, and immediately resisted the fist of the god of the underworld, and the two tyrannical forces collided.

The void immediately exploded, and a huge sound erupted.

bang bang bang! ! !

In addition to attacking Xia Ping, these fists also ruthlessly bombarded the ground, immediately being shaken out of huge fist holes, 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, which made the air mask on his body vibrate continuously, and a huge deep pit was shaken out of the ground where his feet were standing.

Even these breaths of death seemed to have a sense of life, ignoring his air mask, and permeated into his limbs and bones, as if a ghost descended, raised a sickle, and wanted to harvest his soul.

"Destroy!"

Xia Ping snorted coldly, and the flames containing the essence of the sun erupted in his body, instantly enveloping these gray breaths of death, and burst into flames.

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

"impossible!"

Seeing this, the doomed crow was completely stunned. Its breath of death was omnipotent. Even the king race of the monster race would need to spend a lot of effort to resist their own death power.

It is precisely because of this that not many of the Yaozu dare to fight against it, which also causes it to be high above all, ignoring everything, and no one can disobey its orders.

But now his own death breath is actually useless to this human being, just the power of the burst of flames can completely extinguish its death breath.

But how does it know the horror of the Pure Yang Immortality Art? It absorbs the flame power of the sun's essence as nourishment, tempers its body, and the flame power it cultivates can annihilate even the breath of hell.

Even if the power of death is very powerful, it is not the opponent of the sun essence.

Even taking ten thousand steps back, Xia Ping does not have the power of the sun essence, but he has the blood of the Golden Crow of Hell, which is the master of hell, the king of hell gods and demons!

To it, the breath of death is nothing more than nourishment and tonic. 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 true essence in his body, and punched in the air, a hundred-step magic fist!

This punch contained the power of the sun's essence, it was a fist of fire, like a fire god descending, the terrifying fist still attacked from a distance of hundreds of meters.

Boom!

The crow of doom was caught off guard. Even though it was flying in mid-air, it was hit by Xia Ping's punch. It hit the chest so hard that several ribs were broken.

What's even more frightening is these flame powers, which seem to have begun to burn the death breath on its body, trying to turn its entire body into a fireball, completely burned to death, and burned to nothingness.

"hateful!"

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