"The eyes are good...it's more valuable to let me destroy." Behemoth became more interested because of the murderous intent that could not be concealed.

"But you don't really think you are qualified to be in the same position as me, right?"

There is almost a world gap between the god-level demon king who surpasses the ninth level and the boy with fourth-level cultivation.

Fang Ming suppressed his anger when he returned home and said, "Of course not."

"Although I am a fool who knows nothing, I can still see this strangeness." With a sarcastic look on my eyes, Fang Ming said coldly: "The dignified greedy demon king Behemoth, who has led me into such a big move, thinks it's not just idle and nothing to do."

After being choked without any hesitation, Behemoth sneered in his heart, feeling that this was Fang Ming's act of being so angry.

But he was quite patient and was not in a hurry to show off with Fang Ming at all. "Then tell me, what am I doing?"

Fang Ming took out a flawless flying feather from his pocket and squeezed it into his hand. "It's nothing more than this."

Behemoth subconsciously glanced at Rockhart who was still tied. He felt clearly that it was indeed the aura of an angel. It seemed that Rockhart did not lie to him. All the strange actions he had made were designed to capture the angel that was infiltrated into the abyss.

"Very good." Behemoth smiled: "As we all know, I am an excellent vendor, selling everything customers need. As long as you offer the price, there is nothing you can't buy from me."

With a wave of his hand, Behemoth opened his own territory. The overwhelming black mist poured out from under his robe, emitting evil power that frightened the demons, and began to gradually cover the sky.

Seeing this, the onlookers below the fifth level all rushed backwards, trying to quickly leave this place of trouble. Fang Ming could see that some demons who had not had time to leave were swallowed by this black fog and did not even scream at all.

Paralysis, and petrochemical...

Fang Ming took back his distracting thoughts and once again focused all his attention on Behemoth.

Before releasing the realm, Behemoth had been suppressing his pressure and not causing any unnecessary damage to the surrounding towns. However, this black fog was swallowing this space, and this was his world!

"Chew!"

The substantial pressure hit Fang Ming from top to bottom.

However, the boy was prepared for a long time. At this time, he pointed a little light between his right fingers, and a light green light appeared behind him, resisting all the pressure.

It has changed from the image in the temporary refuge point just now. The adult deer emits a bright and gentle light green light. A light click under the hooves is filled with earth magic, dispersing all the black fog that is trying to invade around.

On the deer's back was a figure wearing a white robe and covered with white mist. He held a staff in his hand, and his appearance was hidden between the white mist. He could only vaguely see his outline in the mist, but no matter what, he could not see everything about him with his naked eyes.

The ninth-level magic [Mister of the Mist] and the ninth-level magic [Mother of the Earth], all Fang Ming's current trump cards have to be exposed to Behemoth.

Otherwise, he would not be able to have a good conversation with the devil.

“…it turned out to be [

Mist of the Mist]. This is definitely not what the angel told you." Behemoth was slightly surprised and raised his eyebrows slightly. This child would really surprise him, and even the uncontrollable feeling made him care more and more.

He was not familiar with the magic on the deer, but this Mistress was a quasi-god-level magic inherited from the ancient times. As long as the user has a brain, the power it exerts in special circumstances is even stronger than some god-level magic.

But the spell of this magic is quite complicated. Even in the abyss, you may not have seen this magic figure for many years.

"You can guess what level ninth level magic I have." Fang Ming endured the slight dizziness affected by the white mist and took the feather back into his arms.

"Hiss...you're so interesting." Behemoth smiled: "What you have is just the information of that angel, at most, plus one information for you who are the ninth-level magic - and after you speak this information, it's not certain whether you have life to continue to live. In this case, what do you want to exchange for with me?"

"I will live, so I want...Bisius to live." Fang Ming simply spoke up: "And, I want to go back to Yunshi from you. Also, tell me where is Gary Cabemanla? If it is you, then I want him to go back with me."

Behemoth's smile froze for a moment, and then slowly disappeared. Sure enough, Garyka Bemanla had something to do with this kid. "Then, you don't care about that guy named Chi Huan?"

!

Fang Ming was really shocked. Unexpectedly, he even knew the teacher's name!!

But this is within an acceptable range. Fang Ming continued: "This has nothing to do with you. I can tell you that he is in this city now. But if you have the ability to complete the Mist Mist, you must also know that he can make an independent space? It is not easy to find this. And if he makes a little movement, he can escape to the place we just arrived. He set up a long-distance teleportation array there."

Fang Ming began to talk nonsense with his limited knowledge: "As for the existence that calls himself an angel, I don't know much. But he left me this feather and made it on me... Angel's blessing? It seems to be an existence similar to a mark. In short, it is necessary for my blood to summon him with this feather."

"So, it wouldn't be too much for these two information to be the conditions I just did?"

After Fang Ming finished speaking, he relied on the magic power of the two people behind him to not be gradually strengthened by Behemoth so that even Rockhart began to be killed by the painful pressure.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah~" Behemoth nodded slightly, "I said so much in one go, it seems you are very nervous~"

Fang Ming didn't take this at all: "If you want to change the topic again, I will turn around and leave immediately. Do you see if I have left the ninth-level magic here in an instant?"

"Okay, let's talk about the details." Behemoth sat slightly. "You want to leave here and go to Yunshi, right? Yes. The question is, do you have the coordinates of Yunshi? If I accidentally teleport you to some extreme place, you will..."

"I have coordinates." Fang Ming interrupted tactfully. "The next question."

"Okay. You said you need to use your blood to summon that angel. Do you summon first, or go first?" Behemoth said: "If you summon first,

I will definitely kill you at the moment your summoning is completed.”

When he said this sentence very casually, the devil's arrogance was fully revealed.

"I'll give the blood to Master Mist. After I leave, Master Mist Mist will give you blood again." Fang Ming saw the move and was no longer as nervous as before.

"Ha." Behemoth thought of a sentence that I didn't know who had heard of before.

[When humans are terrible, they are just a casual move in their minds - simply put, they are prone to bursting potential.]

"Garrica Bemanla is indeed here with me, but it's almost... dead, right?" Behemoth observed Fang Ming's face. Well, this kid is also constantly improving. The white mist of the fog mage behind him was trying to cover up his expression so that Behemoth would not notice more.

“Where?”

Behemoth pointed his left hand into the air, and a teleportation array flashed between his fingers for a moment, and a huge bird cage appeared.

Fang Ming didn't need to look closely, but he recognized that the unconscious Garrika in the cage.

"Healing him." Fang Ming said: "This is easy for you, right? I have given you a big gift, so you might as well give me some gifts."

Behemoth paused and agreed: "Okay, giveaway."

He raised his hand and cast a healing magic to awaken him while healing the elves in the cage. Behemoth directed the topic to him: "By the way, how much blood do you need to use to summon the angels? Do you want to start now? Don't be anemia for a while, it's bad."

"You don't have to worry about this." Fang Ming looked at the cocoon beside Behemoth. "Bisius is there, right?"

"I can let him go now." Behemoth pointed his finger, and the black silk on the cocoon began to gradually spread.

What gradually appeared in front of Fang Ming was a body that had been eroded by the magic power of the demon king and had undergone a change.

"……square……"

Bisius was always awake, but he was trapped in a cocoon and could not move, and could not see anything before.

Now that the cocoons have dissipated, Bisseus can see Fang Ming—

Eh?

Bisius felt that his eyesight had improved.

You can see yourself in Fang Ming's pupils.

No, is that really myself?

——Not a fat, unrecognizable black bug?

"Ba"

Fang Ming lowered his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and blue veins swelled up on his arms, and blood seemed to be oozing out of his palms.

When he was silent and calm, what disappeared in his pupils and what appeared more.

"Let him evolve. At least the seventh level up!" The voice suppressing deep emotions made Fang Ming's last fear of Behemoth disappear.

Even Behemoth showed his anger: "So many requests?"

"The Angel Ina is close to the third-class god." Fang Ming threw the question back: "You should know which one is more important, right?"

"..." Behemoth did not answer this time, but just asked the cocoons to be wrapped back for Bisius.

When Bisius came out of the cocoon again, he had already recovered from his body, which finally made Fang Ming breathe a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!