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

The 37th body fell like rain, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​​​blood, corpses strewn everywhere.

And behind all of this, it is inseparable from Lin Ping'an's contribution.

The evil techniques he once released were like the first ray of sunshine at dawn.

It illuminated the way forward for the Daxia martial arts world and raised the overall strength of the warriors of the entire civilization to the sixth-grade quasi-grandmaster level.

This is not only a leap in numbers, but also the crystallization of countless people's sweat and wisdom, and a powerful demonstration of Daxia's martial arts heritage.

In this guarded city, every warrior is bathed in the baptism of martial arts, and their cultivation has reached the peak of the sixth level.

Everyone can be called a strong person.

Nowadays, many Daxia warriors have firm and sharp eyes, and their movements are vigorous and decisive.

Facing the oncoming army of alien beasts, he waved the weapons in his hands and used powerful moves to kill these once feared alien beasts as easily as a knife slicing through tofu.

Each move showed great strength and incomparable confidence.

Every slash and every punch was carried with thunderous force, neutralizing the attack of the alien beasts.

In just a moment, the originally lively and ferocious beasts appeared.

Under the fierce offensive of Daxia's strong men, they have piled up into mountains of corpses.

The fierce light that once flashed in the huge beast's pupils had been extinguished, leaving only the empty and terrifying head, witnessing this tragic battle.

On the battlefield, the red blood soaked the ground and mixed with the broken scales and feathers, forming a shocking picture.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if it could condense into substance and soar into the sky, making people sick to smell it.

But this pungent smell did not make the warriors of Daxia flinch at all, but instead strengthened their determination to protect their homeland.

At this moment, the eighth-grade grand masters and ninth-grade experts who represent the strongest combat power in Great Xia are still standing in the sky like mountains standing proudly in the clouds.

These figures look solemn and majestic under the afterglow of the setting sun.

However, they are not pretending to be superior and unwilling to join the battlefield.

It's because the battle that belongs to them has not really come yet, and the more powerful beast generals, beast kings and even beast kings are still hiding in the darkness in the distance, waiting for opportunities.

Although I watched countless compatriots die before my eyes, the pain in my heart was like a knife.

But in order to win the slim possibility of victory, the strong men of Daxia chose tenacity and forbearance.

At this moment, he held the magic weapon tightly in his hand and stared into the distance with bright eyes.

Let the grief, anger and helplessness in your heart turn into endless power, silently accumulating it, waiting for the moment of explosion.

Just like them, the warriors fighting below also understood.

Only by conserving strength can we deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at the critical moment and safeguard the dignity and peace of Daxia.

However, fortunately, the average strength of Daxia is high enough for these quasi-grandmaster warriors who are at the peak of the sixth grade.

The middle and low-level alien beasts do not pose a threat at all, they are just routine consumption on the eve of the real war.

High in the sky, Lin Pingan stood on the top of the clouds, his deep eyes like a sea of ​​stars, gazing indifferently at the distant battlefield.

The figure stood erect in the wind, and his clothes rustled in the wind, as if he was integrated with the world.

There was no trace of nervousness or anxiety in his eyes, but an extraordinary calmness and composure.

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At this moment, Lin Ping'an also did not participate in this fierce battle.

Instead, he chose to be a bystander and wait for the development of the situation.

For Daxia, this battle is not only a life and death contest, but also a test of will and strength, a baptism of blood and fire.

From beginning to end, he never positioned himself as a caring nanny who protected civilization.

Unless facing a life and death crisis, or the matter is related to Lin Ping'an's vital interests.

Otherwise, he would not easily intervene in battles that should be faced and resolved by Daxia itself.

In his view, true strength does not come from outside protection, but from inner tenacity and tempering.

A civilization that has not experienced war is like flowers in a greenhouse. Although they are beautiful, they cannot withstand the invasion of wind and rain.

Excessive pampering and protection will only make civilization fragile and eventually lead to destruction in the real waves.

On the contrary, only by experiencing the baptism of blood and fire can an indestructible and powerful core be forged.

"Born in sorrow, died in happiness."

This is an unchanging truth since ancient times.

What's more, Lin Ping'an once released many techniques with shocking effects, lighting up the future of Daxia Martial Arts like bright stars.

It also helped them survive several disasters in a row, clear up a lot of hidden secrets, and gain a lot of precious time for cultivation and self-improvement.

However, under such conditions, Daxia warriors still could not withstand the impact of the alien beasts.

It can only show that they lack firm determination and perseverance, and are the real adou who cannot be helped.

They are just a bunch of losers who will shrink away when faced with the test of life and death.

This kind of understanding is cruel but realistic. It is like overgrown weeds in a nursery. If they are not pruned and cleaned in time, it will affect the growth of truly valuable plants.

Just like carefully tending a nursery, those "weed" warriors who cannot bear the hardships and cannot grow must also undergo strict selection and elimination.

Only in this way can their failures be turned into fertilizer and nourish more outstanding warriors who are tenacious, brave and diligent.

Only in this way can the Daxia martial arts world be full of vitality, breed more powerful forces, and grow stronger in the baptism of wind and rain.

They fell just because they didn't practice enough and were not strong enough.

On the road to martial arts, death will always follow you.

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Behind the group of alien beasts, a group of coercive and terrifying alien beasts were quietly waiting for orders from above.

For them, when to fight never depends on themselves.

For those beast kings and beast god-level beings of the dragon tribe, the strong men of other races are nothing more than cannon fodder and consumables.

Of course, mid- to low-level alien beasts are the cannon fodder among cannon fodders, and they don’t feel bad even if they die no matter how many times they die.

As long as the suppression effect of the bloodline level still exists, countless people can be gathered in the depths of the mountain and sea realm at will.

For them, even if these garbage can only consume the enemy's vitality and blood power, it is the result of making a profit without losing money.

In the sky, there are countless ferocious flying beasts of various shapes, like monsters bursting out of the abyss of hell, carrying the aura of destruction and rushing toward the ground crazily.

At this moment, a large number of seventh-grade Grandmaster-level Daxia warriors came forward and joined the battle.