Create The Demon Dao Technique, And All Races Will Call It Evil!

Chapter 200 Living Hell King Lin arrives safely! Grandmaster? Grandmaster? In one thought, they were all wiped out!

While walking, no one noticed the presence around him. Only the grandmaster felt something bad, and his premonition became stronger and stronger.

Unfortunately, due to the huge disparity in strength, we couldn't find where the problem was, so we could only worry secretly.

Not far away, the subordinates were completely unaware and were whispering among themselves.

"You're so stubborn! You haven't even left the school gate until now!"

"I'm so angry! Facing the Zhao family's invitation, I didn't even show my face."

"Hmph! If you are so shameless, I don't believe how long he can hide. Sooner or later, that Lin Pingan..."

"..."

After hearing a few words from these people, Lin Ping'an's expression remained unchanged and he didn't care too much.

As for the purpose of these guys coming here, they already knew a lot when their mental power was wandering around.

Moreover, the hostility hidden in these people's emotions is like a bright beacon in the dark, and you can find it if you feel it casually.

Although the specific situation is not yet known, Lin Ping'an is too lazy to continue to slowly explore the truth.

Just use "Soul Reaver" directly to get the real answer from their own memory.

No need to guess or think, and it’s guaranteed to be true.

As for whether this process will cause the person being recalled to become a fool and other subsequent consequences.

it does not matter!

Anyway, from the moment Lin Pingan discovered that these people were hostile to him, their death was destined.

As the saying goes, if the King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, who dares to keep someone alive until the fifth watch?

When encountering Lin Ping'an, a living king of hell, the ending has come to an end.

He walked gently to the side of the master warrior, slowly stretched out his hand, and grabbed his head.

The next moment.

"Soul Hunter" is activated!

Faced with this sudden soul pain, the master warrior reacted instantly and wanted to burst out with energy and blood.

However, no matter how hard he tried, it was as if his body was not in control and he could not control anything at all.

It was at this moment that the master warrior suddenly realized that he was already silent and suppressed, unable to move.

Endless pain surged into my heart, tearing my soul apart, and the memories in my mind kept flipping over, being searched and viewed lightly by Lin Ping'an.

Vaguely, before losing consciousness, the master warrior finally saw the appearance of the instigator.

Lin...Lin...Lin Pingan?

It turned out... turned out to be... it was him! ! !

wrong!

Everything is wrong!

After the moment of shock, those thoughts disappeared, leaving only silent pain and torture.

If God could give this master warrior another chance, he would definitely not come all the way to die.

Before he could take action, the target appeared one step ahead and came over to kill those who were ready to take action.

Absurd, ridiculous, and somewhat ironic.

"Ah ah... uh... uh... uh... uh..."

At this moment, many subordinates looked at the master warrior with confused expressions, and they all stood there stupidly.

During the soul search, he was shaking like an electric shock, dancing, looking ferocious, his eyes turned white, and incomprehensible groans and shouts coming from his mouth.

"What? What's going on?"

"Oh my god! What happened to Zhao Gongfeng?"

"Why...why does it look like I was electrocuted!"

"You're kidding! Zhao Gongfeng is a seventh-level master, is he afraid of electricity? He must be practicing some unknown advanced martial arts or cultivation technique."

"..."

A few breaths later, a seventh-grade master-level dementia appeared.

"Hey hey hey... drink grandma... drink milk... drink grandma..."

At this moment, everyone fell into silence as they looked at the drooling and silly-looking boss in front of them.

Just when they were puzzled, they suddenly felt that their eyes went dark and they lost all consciousness and consciousness.

"Bump bump... bump bump... bang... Dara... bump..."

A group of warrior subordinates fell to the ground, either on the table or on the sofa, piled all over the floor.

And everyone lost consciousness, and their mental power was wiped out.

In an instant, these guys looking for trouble all turned into idiots.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Lin Pingan thought for a while, and his mental power swept across again, smashing the brains of these people again.

After a breath, everyone has now lost their breath, and their bodies gradually become cold and turned into corpses.

Then, the third location, the fourth location, the fifth location... One location after another, Lin Ping'an's operation was exactly the same every time.

First use the "Soul-Searching Hand" to obtain memories and information, and then, ruthlessly, kill people.

In most other places, there are no subordinates, only one or two master-level warriors.

However, to Lin Ping'an, the seventh-grade master was someone who could be killed instantly with just a raise of his hand.

It is even said that during this period, there was no possibility of taking action, and he died without knowing anything during the whole process.

Even if he once met an eighth-grade grandmaster, the process and results remained unchanged, and he failed to stir up even the slightest disturbance.

An hour later, Lin Pingan returned to his residence in Daxia Academy silently, as if he had never left.

No one knew that he had just gone outside and killed a bunch of guys who were suspicious of him.

Among them, there are even five seventh-grade masters and one eighth-grade grandmaster.

In the villa, Lin Ping'an was murmuring softly to himself while sorting out the information and memories.

"The Li family! The Zhao family? The Murong family? A high-level martial arts family! It's interesting! And a sect? Haha! They are targeting me!"

"Treating me, Lin Ping'an, as a soft persimmon is really asking for death!"

"On purpose? Forget it! These garbage are looking for death, so just clean them up and treat them like idle activities!"

"..."

Not long after, the causes and consequences of the incident were almost deduced.

He could also analyze clearly in an instant what kind of thoughts the President of the Martial Arts Association, or the Big Three of Great Xia, had.

But I didn't pay too much attention to these.

Anyway, it was just a matter of convenience.

Furthermore, the fact that he was able to grow up safely during his weakest period was also thanks to the Martial Arts Association, or the ban set by the Big Xia Big Three.

Otherwise, God knows whether we would be where we are now.

All these things can be regarded as being kind to him. For this kind of thing, Lin Ping'an still has a certain tolerance limit in his heart.

But he doesn't have the slightest fondness for existences such as sects and aristocratic families that may be filled with darkness.

Now, those people actually took the initiative to take Lin Ping'an's interest into consideration.

Ridiculous, and somewhat courting death!

In fact, Lin Ping'an had been prepared and guessed about the dirty things he encountered now when he was still very weak.

Therefore, during the period when the strength was insufficient, many precautions were taken.

Now, it can also be proved from another aspect that the original move was extremely correct.

Otherwise, if he really only has the strength of the fourth level now, wouldn't he be in serious trouble when faced with the surprise attack and oppression from these masters?

Reality is not a novel. It is impossible to be lucky enough to save the day every time.

If Lin Ping'an really encountered the kind of danger he suspected, he could not guarantee that he would be able to turn the danger into a disaster.

Since ancient times, there have been countless people who have the reputation of being a genius, but have failed on their way to the top.

If life is gone, then all that will remain is nothingness and nothing but lamentation!