Chapter 659
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"This, this is the Crow of Misfortune?!"
Tyrant Hero and the others suddenly felt a chill run down their spine, as if they were being stared at by the god of the underworld. They could have their souls taken away at any time and die without a burial.
Rumor had it that the Crow of Misfortune was an extremely tyrannical race even among the many demon races. It was a demon from hell. Once it appeared, it represented war, death, plague, and so on. It was a symbol of countless deaths and injuries.
No one wanted to see the Crow of Misfortune. Even many demons were extremely afraid of the Crow of Misfortune. They thought it was a symbol of misfortune. It was almost as detestable as Xia Ping.
"Human."
The Crow of Misfortune stared at Xia Ping. "I told you to stop. Why didn't you stop? You actually dared to kill in front of me. It seems that your wild nature is hard to tame. You need more training."
It wasn't angry for the dead demons. They weren't of the same race anyway. This made it difficult for it to shed a tear, not to mention that it was a cold-hearted demon.
But it was angry at its own face. It had clearly ordered this human not to attack, but he still attacked. Moreover, he was so ruthless that he killed the demons in an instant.
This was simply a public slap in the face. How could it not be angry?!
"You are the Crow of Misfortune? The symbol of death and war? "Xia Ping touched his chin." I wonder if I can eat you after roasting you? I heard that the flesh and blood of you demons contains a lot of energy, comparable to a thousand-year-old elixir. I wonder if that's true? "
He stared at the Crow of Misfortune.
What?!
Tyrant Hero and the others were speechless. Even at this time, this guy still wanted to eat them. Who was the real demon now? Why did it seem like it was the other way around?
"You really are a wild and hard to tame human. But it doesn't matter. Wait until I capture you, put shackles on your neck, shackle your feet, and let a dozen female pigs torture you for a few years. I reckon you'll soon be convinced."
The Crow of Misfortune was high and mighty. Its black eyes revealed a deep killing intent. Although it didn't show it on the surface, it was completely enraged by Xia Ping's words.
"Come here and die!"
Xia Ping gave it a sidelong glance.
"Human, do you want to die?!" A terrifying aura of death erupted from the Crow of Misfortune. Its race was known as a tyrannical race that had walked out from the depths of Hell. It was born with the ability to control the aura of death.
Once he was enraged, then the heavens would collapse and the earth would split apart. It was like the god of the underworld had descended and taken away the lives of countless living beings.
Boom ~ ~
The Crow of Misfortune could no longer hold back and instantly attacked. It controlled the death energy in its body and a black mist burst out, blasting towards Xia Ping.
Corpse Accumulation Fist!
The black mist instantly condensed into numerous black fists, as if they were the fists of an underworld deity. They seemed to have emerged from the depths of hell, containing the power to shatter the earth.
At the same time, it was surrounded by a deathly aura, which was extremely effective against living creatures. Once one was invaded by the deathly aura, it would instantly steal away one's life force and turn one into a pile of bones.
This was the terror of the Crow of Misfortune Corpse Accumulating Infernal God Fist. Once executed, not only did it possess boundless might, the aura of death that it exuded was also unstoppable, and one would be killed in a single move.
"Dodge!"
The expressions of Tyrant Jie and the others immediately changed. They could feel the deathly aura coming at them. The grass and trees on the ground rapidly withered, as if their souls were being destroyed in an instant.
If they were to stay here, they would be affected by the Crow of Misfortune's power. Just the shockwaves alone would be enough to seriously injure them.
Even though the Crow of Misfortune's power was probably on par with Feng Qiudao's, the deathly aura on its body was simply too terrifying. It could be said to be the bane of all living beings.
At that moment, Xia Ping suddenly made his move. He slapped out with his palm while circulating the Pure Yang Immortal Art, blocking the Nether Deity Fist in an instant. The two powerful forces collided.
The air immediately exploded, giving off a loud sound.
Bang! Bang!
Bang! In addition to attacking Xia Ping, the fists also bombarded the ground, creating huge fist-sized craters. Several tons of soil were thrown into the air, giving off loud booms.
Xia Ping, who was standing on the ground, also felt the tyrannical power of the punch. The Qi Shield on his body shook continuously, and the ground where his feet stood was shaken into a huge crater.
The deathly aura seemed to have a life of its own, ignoring his Qi Shield and seeping into his limbs and bones. It was as if the Nether Deity had descended, raising its scythe to harvest his soul.
"Extinguish!"
Xia Ping snorted coldly. The flames in his body containing the essence of the sun burst out, instantly wrapping around the grey deathly aura and burning it.
In just a few breaths, the grey aura melted like snow when it came into contact with the flames in Xia Ping's body. It quickly disappeared from the world, completely obliterated.
"Impossible!"
Seeing this, the Crow of Misfortune was completely stunned. Its deathly aura had always been successful. Even the king of the demon race would have to spend a lot of effort to resist its deathly aura.
Because of this, not many demons dared to fight against it. This also resulted in its aloof and arrogant personality. No one could disobey its orders.
But now, its deathly aura had no effect on this human being. Just the power of the flames that erupted from his body was enough to completely extinguish its deathly aura.
However, how could it know the horror of the Pure Yang Immortal Art? It absorbed the essence of the sun's flame power as nourishment and tempered its body. The power of the flame cultivated could even extinguish the aura of hell.
Even if the deathly aura was very powerful, it was still no match for the essence of the sun.
Even if Xia Ping did not have the power of the sun's essence, he had the bloodline of the Golden Crow of Hell. It was the ruler of hell, the king of demons!
A mere deathly aura was nothing but nourishment for it. It was simply a dream to think that it could harm his body.
"Go to hell!"
Xia Ping stood on the ground. He did not care about the Crow of Misfortune's shock. He operated the Spiritual Aether in his body and punched in the air. Hundred Steps Divine Fist!
This punch contained the power of the sun's essence. It was a fist of flames. It was like a god of fire had descended. The terrifying fist still attacked from hundreds of meters away.
Dong!
The Crow of Misfortune was caught off guard. Even though it was flying in the air, it was still hit by Xia Ping's punch. It smashed hard on its chest, breaking several of its ribs.
What was even more terrifying was the power of the flames. It seemed to have begun to burn the deathly aura on its body. It wanted to turn its entire body into a fireball and burn it to death.
"Damn it!"
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