Chapter 1830: monster

Oh, shit, just a little red mark, can it be considered an injury?
You know, this magic whip is an artifact that specializes in fighting souls! No matter where the gods are, as long as they are beaten on the body by the gods, they are either dead or injured.
And this injury means a serious injury, not a bruise! But now, when hitting this kid, there was only a slight scratch, and even the skin was not broken. Is this underestimating the power of hitting the whip, or underestimating the strength of Laozi?
The Yan Ghost King was so angry that his beard was tumbling, but he was also deeply shocked by Yang Feng's strength.
He has never seen anyone who can stand upright with the blow of the whip.
Even if they were the Nine Ghost Kings, if they gave each other a little bit, it would not be uncomfortable as long as they exerted a little effort.
In addition, the Nine Ghost Kings also had a protective body armor, but this kid played completely naked, and based on the strength of his own divine body, he stubbornly resisted a powerful blow from the magic whip.
Moreover, this powerful blow was made by himself, the Flame Ghost King, with a single blow, and its power was not as strong as that of ordinary Death's whip.
But even so, this kid still carried it down.
Not only has it been carried down, but nothing has happened. This can't help but make the Flame Ghost King's heart sink even more, and the danger of Yang Feng is also valued a lot, even exponentially increasing.
Because this result can only show two points.
One point is that Yang Feng's spirit power is very strong, even if the flick of the magic whip from the Flame Ghost King's full output, he can't completely disperse his spirit, and even hurt a bit; the second point is that Yang Feng's body defense is very strong.
The power of hitting the whip was offset by more than half of his divine body, so that it was difficult to cause a destructive effect on his divine soul. The divine body defense protected his divine soul.
This kid is scarier than imagined, even scary! The old face of Yangui Wang has become more solemn than ever...Monster! Yang Feng looked at him intently, with an arc of evil charm drawn at the corner of his mouth, and then looked at the black cloud on his head, and said softly, "I think you dare to kill me, you must be fully prepared. Don’t let the outside know everything that happened here, right?"
"Of course, this shading ghost flag can cover the eyes of the sky, no matter what happens here, no one will know!"
"That's good, I can do it!"
"what did you say?"
Yan Gui Wang was surprised and shouted.
Yang Feng grinned, showing a hideous look: "Anyone who wants to kill me must be prepared to be killed by me.
Chi You did this back then, now he is dead, you are the second Chi You! "
"That Chi You from Hell Road?"
Hearing this, Yan Gui Wang couldn't help being even more shocked: "You mean you killed Chi You?
how is this possible?
He is a dignified 200-level god! "
"Yes, level 200, just like you!"
Yang Feng's eyes gradually became cold, while the Flame Ghost King was shocked and unbelievable.
Whoosh! At this moment, with a flash, Yang Feng suddenly counterattacked and quickly bullied the Yan Ghost King.
The Flame Ghost King was taken aback. He hadn't recovered from the shock he had just learned about Chi You. He never expected that Yang Feng, facing one of his Hungry Ghost Dao's supreme directors, even dared to take the initiative and said nothing. , Picked up the magic whip, and drew it fiercely at Yang Feng, but with a muffled sound, Yang Feng grabbed the golden whip of the magic whip with a palm.
Although the powerful force on the golden whip directly shook Yang Feng's spirits, he couldn't help trembling, but with the support of the powerful spirit power of more than 300 masters in his body, Yang Feng gritted his teeth and instantly withstood it.
Then he clenched a fist the size of a casserole with his other hand, and slammed a punch against the Yangui King's chest.
bump! With a loud bang, Yan Ghost King suddenly felt his chest, as if he had been slapped with a slash, with heart-piercing pain.
The next moment, he flew upside down like a cannonball and turned hundreds of meters away, and the magic whip in his hand had already dropped into Yang Feng's hands.
After he stopped, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of red blood. Looking at Yang Feng ahead, the Flame Ghost King suddenly felt a little blurred in front of him, and the fear in his heart was even greater.
"Grandma, a bear, this strength... is a demon body above level 195?
how come?
How many levels are you an intern, how can you develop such a powerful divine body?
Its strength is almost as strong as that of the magic whip... Ah, my chest, cough cough cough..." "Yes, I am a level 195 or higher demon body! "
Raising his chin sharply, Yang Feng said indifferently: "When I went for an internship in Hell Road, I practiced against Hong Mo, the supervisor there.
He said that I was at level 190 of the divine body strength, and then I went back to the academy and went up to level ten, but it was only on the surface level. I still don't know how much my actual divine body strength has reached.
After all, both my soul and body are far above my own level, which makes me not very clear about my true strength. "
Having said this, Yang Feng raised his hand and took a deep look, with a smile across his mouth: "But you have given me this answer now, the body of a demon of level 195 or higher?
Oh, I am very satisfied.
After all, among the six realms, the demon refines the body and the death refines the soul.
Then my 195-level demon body must be much stronger than your 200-level death body.
Even if it is placed in the six gods, my divine body is considered to be among the best.
You are not my opponent anymore, are you? "
Uh! After gritting his teeth, Yan Gui Wang couldn't say a word. I don't know if it was shocked or shocked.
How could he have thought that the true strength of this girl was actually out of touch with his own level, and it was far surpassed by that much.
At this moment, although this kid is at the level of an intern, his true strength is not much weaker than Liudao executives, or even stronger.
"Monster, what a monster!"
Gurgle! Swallowing hard, Yan Gui Wang's forehead is already exuding fine cold sweat.
Yang Feng lightly moved his ears, looked at him calmly, smiled, and smiled evilly: "If I were only an intern, I would have been killed by the old man of the Hungry Ghost King a long time ago, and I still need you to come. Assassinate me?
I'm so grateful that I am a monster to live to this day.
So now, since you are here and you know so much, don't want to go back alive, obediently become the bait for my monster. "
With a violent wave of the magic whip in his hand, Yang Feng laughed loudly, and rushed to the Flame Ghost King again: "Come on, let me also try the magic whip exclusive to the of death, how powerful it is.
To be honest, the Hungry Ghost King is really picky. My intern of death doesn't even have the basic equipment of the of death, and I haven't really tasted the taste of being an official of death.
This time, thank you for sending me the equipment, otherwise my internship life as a hungry ghost will be in vain.
It's like a soldier who has never touched a gun, that's a great regret, hahaha! "