Chapter 690: Can the Lord give me a punch?

Want to run!? The Little Demon King punched over, wanting to blow the other party up.

Ang's left hand flashed with black light, blocking the Little Demon King's fist, and the other hand slammed into the consciousness projected by the other party.

However, Ang's attack didn't seem to cause any damage to the other party, and that consciousness successfully took away the residual power and shrank back, disappearing without a trace.

The Little Demon King looked at Ang's fist in shock, then at his own fist, a bit unbelievable. Ang actually blocked his angry attack?

As a strong combat force among Ancient God Hunters, the Little Demon King is very confident in his strength. Even the combat power of the Big Demon is not as high as his.

But now, an angry punch was actually blocked by Ang? He has always believed that these plane creatures relied on strange skills to sneak attack him. Could it be that their combat power is also higher than his?

But immediately the Little Demon King realized something and said angrily: "Why stop me?"

Ang stopped him and then punched the other party himself. It's not like this to show off, and it had no effect, and the other party slipped away.

Ang said: "Projection, blow up, useless, find him."

Negris translated: "That's his projection, it's useless if you blow it up, finding his location is more important."

The Little Demon King said: "How can it be useless? I blow up his projection, and then go and kill all the demons. If there is no blood sacrifice, he won't get energy, right? Can you find his location by punching him?"

Pink Skirt, who originally felt that Ang's blocking was inexplicable, heard this, and her whole body shivered, and her tail was scared straight. So this is the Little Demon King's method?

Looking at Ang again, her eyes were different, and she said excitedly in her heart: Lord, you saved the demons of three planes, I am willing to do anything for you... except math problems.

Ang nodded.

The Little Demon King was stunned. What does nodding mean? Kill all the demons?

Negris hurriedly translated: "Yes, yes, yes, you can find him by punching him. Little Demon, your method is too simple and rude, but killing all the demons, although it works, what damage does it do to the guy who impersonated you? At worst, he can just change places and raise them again. Do you want to go and kill them every day?"

"Isn't this too cheap for the other party? He might have impersonated you and done many shameful things, such as standing upside down in a skirt at the intersection, running naked in the downtown area, or playing a two-stringed instrument and singing love songs under the window of the auntie bull-headed person. How shameful, you can't just let him off like this, right?"

The Little Demon King was furious when he heard it, but he was stunned when he heard the end: "Auntie bull-headed person? I can do it, this is not shameful."

Negris said irritably: "Then what if it's the big brother bull-headed person?"

The Little Demon King was furious.

After pacifying the Little Demon King, Negris turned to Ang and asked: "What did you punch him with?"

"Beauty God Fist," Ang said.

The Purgatory Demon King was very panicked. He was exposed. He had been hiding for more than 100,000 years, impersonating the Purgatory Demon King, and relying on the blood sacrifice of demons to continuously accumulate power. This kind of life was free and easy. He didn't expect to be exposed, and he just happened to bump into the Little Demon King.

Originally, as long as he didn't bump into the Little Demon King, the probability of his exposure was minimal.

Demon blood sacrifice, offering power to the Purgatory Demon King, this is a good thing, right? The Little Demon King can't receive it, maybe because he is an Ancient God and doesn't look down on these faith powers, so it dissipated?

Who would have thought that he, the middleman, would eat all the power.

Even if someone told him about the blood sacrifice to his face, the Little Demon King probably wouldn't be suspicious, only feeling that the blood sacrifice was useless, so don't do it next time.

Even if the demons temporarily listened to the Little Demon King's instructions and stopped the blood sacrifice, after a few years or ten years, when the limelight passed, he would bluff again, and the blood sacrifice would definitely be able to be done again.

However, what he didn't expect was that the minimal thing happened just like this. He bumped into the Little Demon King without any preparation. The cause was actually because a horse was scolding him?

"Ku Ba Da, whose horse is that? The mouth is too stinky. Don't let me catch it. At that time, I will stuff all the filthy things into its mouth," the fake Purgatory Demon King muttered.

Now his existence is exposed, the Little Demon King will definitely not give up, but the other party can't find where he is. What will he do then?

"He should summon all the demons to help him find it," the fake Purgatory Demon King muttered. He didn't expect the Little Demon King's method to be simpler and ruder: "Fortunately, I have always been a demon."

While speaking, the fake Purgatory Demon King stood up from the throne, walked to the front platform, and looked at the distant void.

Raising the field of vision from this platform, you can see a magnificent palace. This palace has a towering main hall, deputy halls surrounding the main hall, and corridors, etc. The structure is very complex, forming a very exquisite huge building body.

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If Pink Skirt saw this, she could recognize that this is the largest of the three demon abysses—the Blood Pool Demon Palace of the Blood Abyss.

And the fake Purgatory Demon King's other identity is the Bloodthirsty Monarch Kelite.

Looking at the pitch-black void, thinking about the various changes that might happen in his mind, finally, Kelite showed a smile: "Even if you really discover my identity, it's no big deal. Ancient God Hunter? Hehehe, I don't know if you can withstand a shot from my Blood Pool Demon Palace."

Speaking of this, Kelite snapped his fingers, a spark exploded between his fingers, and some kind of information spread.

Not long after, a pile of high-rank demons and big demons poured in: "Pay respects to the Monarch."

Among the high-rank demons and big demons, there is no lack of lava demons, some of which look almost exactly the same as Tulus.

Kelite waved his hand: "This blood sacrifice, I want to expand the scale, offer more flesh and blood sacrifices, to pray for Lord Demon King's protection. Do you have any opinions?"

The rest of the demons shook their heads in unison, and one big-headed demon asked: "Monarch, what scale should it be expanded to?"

Kelite said: "All of them, sacrifice all the elves and humans."

"Ah? All of them?" The demons were instantly in an uproar, and surprised sounds came one after another.

If it was just expanding the scale, it would be understandable. Every ten or twenty years, when the number of slaves increased, the scale would be expanded. This is a common thing. But sacrifice all of them? Not living in the future?

The big-headed demon hurriedly asked: "All of them? Then won't there be blood sacrifice after this time?"

"It doesn't matter, just go and catch them when the time comes. There are elves and humans everywhere outside. Just catch more and continue to raise them," Kelite said.

"But..." The big-headed demon still wanted to say something.

Kelite pinched his big head with one claw, and then turned to the other demons with a smile:

"I know that things have been raised for a long time, and there may be feelings. I can't bear to sacrifice some guys. I allow you to keep about twenty each, and sacrifice the rest. I don't want you to violate my will because of feelings, understand?"

Looking at the headless corpse of the big-headed demon, all the demons nodded faster than chicks pecking rice.

In a city tens of kilometers away from the Demon Palace, the pink skirt rolled up out of thin air. When the skirt fell, a pile of people and a horse appeared there.

Pink Skirt sighed: "Fortunately, fortunately, my skirt almost couldn't hold it."

Negris complained: "I have taken teleportation arrays, space gates, world transit stations, world channels, and never thought that one day I would take someone else's skirt to travel through space."

Pink Skirt threw a wink at Anthony, but didn't dare to say anything more. The Little Demon King was in a fit of anger, so it was better to do business first.

"This is the Blood Abyss. I have sent back the order. The Pink Abyss has stopped the blood sacrifice and is paying attention to people who quickly become beautiful. I have also arranged the Fallen Abyss. Only the Blood Abyss I can't insert spies," Pink Skirt said.

The Little Demon King was still a bit unbelievable: "You mean, the punch the Lord hit it with will make it become beautiful in a short time. As long as we find people who become beautiful in a short time, we can find the fake?"

Negris and others nodded one after another.

The Little Demon King was still half-believing, but Pink Skirt had already leaned over and asked Anthony in a low voice: "Is it really so magical? Can the Lord give me a punch?" ===== CHAPTER 691 =====