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

Chapter 35 is like rain, the demon species has returned, it is hotly discussed in the summer, and the whole network is shocked. new

Thinking of this, another thought came to Lin Ping'an's mind.

At this moment, there was a cunning light in his eyes, as if he had seen a new path.

If so, can it be used?

This idea was like a fire in his heart, burning more and more fiercely.

But in an instant, I figured it out.

A sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he thought to himself.

"Anyway, these are just beasts. There is no need to talk about morality or principles at all."

"In that case, let's do it..."

Then, he turned to the last black dragon, with steady and powerful steps, one step at a time, like the steps of a devil.

Before Lin Ping'an could get closer, Black Dragon was so frightened that he frantically begged for mercy.

"Sir, don't, don't do this! Spare me! Just treat me as a little loach..."

Unfortunately, all this was to no avail.

Lin Ping'an coldly stretched out his hand and ran the "Soul-Eating Sutra" to squeeze out all the value from the other party.

This time, luck was also very good.

Relatively speaking, this black dragon is the one with the highest degree of atavism among the five black dragons.

In the memory of bloodline inheritance, two more profound techniques have been added, and a lot of valuable knowledge has also been added.

In just a moment, all these things turned into materials for progress, and they were all absorbed.

After that, other beast kings of different races also experienced the same treatment as their superiors.

All the value it had was drained away.

Then, demon seeds filled with power rose into the air from their heads and flew towards the sun in the sky.

The scope of the small world within the body also began to expand outward at this moment.

Getting bigger... getting bigger... getting bigger...

Of course, the further you go, the harder it gets and the more strength you need.

However, Lin Ping'an didn't care about this. Deep in the battlefield of all races, there are existences of all races, and the number of alien beasts is countless.

No matter how much is needed, he can still devour it and continue to grow stronger.

Then, the conscious body left, and the nine-round sun flew into the sky, constantly refining the remaining subtle power of these fallen beasts.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still flesh. If it doesn't knock on the bones and suck out the marrow, Lin Ping'an would be embarrassed to call himself the founder of the magic method.

After that, thousands of consciousness bodies appeared in the creative space, and started creating new techniques again according to the thoughts he had just raised.

Over time, progress continued to increase.

10%…20%…30%…

At the same time, with the return of the strong men, news of the Death Abyss gradually spread.

A secret that one knows is a secret.

And the secret that many people know about the two or three people is no longer a secret.

It will always spread slowly as time goes by.

At first, the powerful people above the master level knew about it, then, the intermediate warrior level, and finally, it spread throughout the entire Tiandao network.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that the Big Three did not issue a gag order. In fact, the three of them handled everything that related to Lin Ping'an very carefully.

They didn't want to offend this ancestor for no reason because of this kind of thing.

The best way to deal with the situation is to not express your position, to adapt to the ever-changing situation, and to let things take their own course.

If Lin Pingan is dissatisfied with the development of the situation, they can immediately change according to the other party's ideas.

But in fact, Lin Ping'an doesn't care at all about these little things.

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Whether it's spread out or the news is blocked, as long as it doesn't affect his cultivation or prevent him from climbing to the pinnacle of martial arts, it doesn't matter.

In Lin Ping'an's eyes, there was only the unreachable peak of martial arts. That was his goal and his pursuit.

On Tiandao Network, all kinds of new articles are published, and each article attracts countless attention.

"shock! Five million miles outside the third line of defense in central China, an abyss of thousands of miles appears! 》

This report instantly caused an uproar, and people speculated about what was going on.

"The power of the patron saint, one palm of the abyss, one palm of the hell!" 》

This article is even more amazing, as if you can see the majesty and power of the patron saint in the text.

With a single wave of his palm, he can create an abyss and drive his enemies into hell. This power is daunting.

"Millions of strange beasts were wiped out, thousands of miles of deep pits told of cruelty..."

This article makes people feel the cruelty and ruthlessness of the battle.

Those millions of strange beasts were like ants in front of the patron saint, and were wiped out in an instant.

And the thousands of miles of deep pits are witnesses of their death, silently telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of this battle.

Basically, all hot search lists contain these contents.

Every sentence, every word, tells the majesty and power of that patron saint.

His existence is like a myth, awe-inspiring.

However, for Lin Pingan, these are just a matter of convenience.

What he pursues is not the admiration of others, nor the temptation of power, but the unreachable pinnacle of martial arts.

If those strange beasts hadn't contributed to the increase in strength, Lin Ping'an might not have taken the initiative to kill them.

At the same time, various social platforms, chat software and messages are full of discussions on this matter.

Countless people expressed their opinions and feelings.

"As expected of the patron saint, you are so powerful!"

A young user wrote excitedly on the social platform. His words were full of admiration and adoration, as if he had witnessed that shocking scene with his own eyes.

"Long live! Long live Lin Tianjiao! Long live the patron saint!"

Another user left his cheers on the exercise sales message.

His mood was high, as if he was experiencing a grand celebration.

"How terrifying! With one palm strike, it hit an abyss thousands of miles away!"

"Long live!"

"Lord Patron Saint! YYDS!"

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These remarks spread rapidly on the Internet, triggering even more heated discussions.

In the process, some details also began to emerge. Some people say that Lin Tianjiao has always created exercises and made great contributions to Daxia. He is a great and selfless being.

Some people also say that Lin Tianjiao is a kind man and worthy of the name of the patron saint.

But in fact, guiding public opinion in this way is not without the encouragement of some high-level officials.

Whether it is the original world or a different world.

To deal with those beings that cannot be confronted head-on, flattery is always more effective.

But it's a pity that even if Lin Ping'an knew this, there was no unnecessary fluctuation in his heart.

Moral kidnapping is nothing but useless to him.

After all, having such a powerful plug-in as the Civilization Master System is only used to create evil magic techniques.

In a sense, it is somewhat different from normal people's thinking.