Chapter 1752: Fighting the Flood

"Cooking... rice?"
His eyes flicked, and the blood-like red light in Hong Mo's eyes flickered: "I said, how can this kid be raised so well these days?
Do you still cook for him?
When did you become a cook?
I don’t want to do the devil and said early, my relatives opened a restaurant, I will introduce you to it! "
"Master Flood, calm down!"
With a staggering body, Satan hurriedly knelt down and said: "You don't know anything about your lord, this kid is not easy to serve!"
"He is just an intern, you are the intern tutor who brought him, are you serving him?"
"if not?"
"Of course you are going to temper him hard, hit him if he doesn't obey, hit him to death if he doesn't obey him.
Other demon masters can bring interns, why are you so special? "
"Because he is very special."
Satan's face was bitter, and when he saw Hong Mo's indifferent face, he immediately grieved and said: "Master Qi, I don't want to fight, I hit him when he first came!"
"How can he be so arrogant now?"
"Isn't it that I never beat him!"
Satan felt embarrassed when he said this, and his face was so ashamed that he wanted to find a place to get in immediately.
When Hong Mo heard what he said, he was dumbfounded: "I haven't...fight... ever?
how is this possible?
The intern just out of the college?
How many catties are there?
You are a 167-level demon, still can't get rid of him? "
"He understands the law of heaven, five levels higher than me!"
"The power of the law is not good, you fight the divine body, what is the strongest of our devil?
Strong physique! "
"I did it."
Speaking of this, Satan feels even more embarrassed: "I haven't tried it, he is stronger than me!"
"what?
His body is stronger than you?
A saint student who hasn't been formally baptized by the Six Paths, is his body stronger than a formal demon? "
Hong Mo was even more confused, unbelievable: "What level is he from?"
"Level 120!"
"Your 167-level demon body can't do a 120-level saint body?"
After taking a deep breath, Hong Mo's eyes were full of anger: "Shame, Satan, you really have lost my hell, huh!"
Flicking his sleeves, Hong Mo ignored him and kicked the door and walked in.
Satan was startled, and hurriedly followed up: "Master Flood, what are you going to do?"
"Get back the one you lost, otherwise the demon gods of the road will be swept away by your face!"
Glancing at him, Hong Mo looked at Yang Feng, the game otaku, and shouted: "Smelly boy, come down to me, what style is this?
As an intern demon, you have a short working hours and don’t want to live anymore, do you? "
Who?
Yang Feng turned his head and looked around, only to realize that Satan did not come back alone, and others followed. It was just that this rash man didn't know where he was sacred, but his temper was quite big, so he temporarily put away his magic mirror and stood up to welcome him. past.
"I don't know how this man is called, why is he so angry when he enters the door?
Did I provoke you? "
"Yang Feng, don't be rude, this is the director of Hell Dao, Lord Hong Mo."
Satan hurriedly introduced, Yang Feng blinked his big innocent eyes and nodded clearly: "Oh, the manager of the personnel department, it's a pleasure to meet you!"
"Stop talking nonsense, what were you doing just now?"
"Read the news and care about major events in the God Realm!"
"You, an intern, haven't even finished your job, so you still have time to do other things?
It seems to be lack of discipline, hum! "
With a cold smile, Hong Mo raised his hand with a big mouth and slapped Yang Feng fiercely: "It seems that the deity didn't teach you a lesson today, you don't know who you are now."
call! The fierce whistling and piercing buzzing sounded, the weight of the slap of the Flood Demon was like a direct slap on an entire plane, and the force was heavy.
If an ordinary saint is slapped by this palm, he will be seriously injured if he does not die.
However, Yang Feng condensed his eyes and raised his hand gently to block, but after hearing a muffled sound, Hong Mo's slap was directly stopped firmly.
Raising his brows, Hong Mo couldn't help but glance at Yang Feng strangely.
Just one hand can easily stop his palm, this is definitely not something a mere 120-level sage can do, even if he is the strongest fleshly animal Dao that has been enlightened, it is absolutely impossible to do.
It seems that Satan is right. This kid is really a special existence, and his physical power is really strong enough. It's no wonder that Satan can't fight for this great demon god.
Thinking about this, Hong Mo Xiemei smiled: "Smelly boy, he is quite a master. It seems that he has always polished his divine body.
But don't be proud, the strength of the old man's palm is not as good as his usual 10%! "
"I know!"
With a slight smile, Yang Feng said lightly: "When you see that I am an intern, if you are afraid of using too much force, you will slap me away with a slap, and your men will show mercy.
But I think you are worrying too much, my divine body is not that fragile yet, come on! "
What a kid! His eyes trembled, and Hong Mo smiled without anger: "This is your own death. Then I will double my strength!"
"Don't double it, use your best!"
"court death!"
boom! With a violent roar, Hong Mo turned his palm into a fist, and hit Yang Feng's front door with one blow, but when he heard a burst, the terrifying fluctuation made the entire agitated.
Satan was also shocked by the powerful energy, forcing him to retreat step by step.
With such a terrible punch, even he would break his body in an instant.
Although it can be regenerated with the demon body of Hell Dao after it is broken, if the opponent also uses the power of the law to prevent his rebirth, then this blow can directly kill him.
Of course, Hong Mo and Yang Feng competed only for the strength of the divine body, and did not use their respective laws and powers.
But even so, this wave still shocked the whole hell, and Yang Feng disappeared in a cloud of smoke, not knowing his life or death.
Sorry, accidentally excessive force! Feeling the impact of this power, Hong Mo couldn't help but regret it secretly.
Originally, he only wanted to double his strength, but under Yang Feng's aggressive general, he accidentally used ten times his strength.
At this moment, even if the body of a 180-level demon in front of him, I am afraid it will become scum, let alone the body of this 120-level saint.
It's over, it's hard to start, I don't know if this kid is not good at the law of reuniting the divine body, otherwise this has to be spread, and people have to say that I am bullying the small.
Hong Mo looked at the smoke and dust place with some worry, but saw that after the dust and smoke dispersed, two deep scratches were already drawn on the flat stone slab, which was ten meters long.
At the end of the scratch, Yang Feng was crossing his arms tremblingly, and a jealous smile crossed the corner of his mouth: "Is this enough energy, hehe."
how is this possible?
He actually blocked it, unscathed?
The pupils couldn't stop shrinking, and Hong Mo was taken aback. He couldn't believe that this was something a 120-level saint could do.
With the body of a saint, he forcibly punched the body of the demon in charge.
No wonder, this kid Satan can't handle him, he is indeed a weird thing, ha ha.
After spitting out a long breath, Hong Mo couldn't help clenching his fist.
But this time the trouble is even greater, and Lao Tzu is bullying the small, but if he can't help him, wouldn't it be even more shameless to spread this out?
It seems to be real!