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

Chapter 453 Lin Ping'an flipped the table and didn't follow the routine, so don't blame him for smashing the chessboard.

"You ants are all going to die!"

At this moment, the Golden-armored Beast King let out a deafening roar.

The beast's pupils were filled with dense bloodshot eyes, like two blazing bloody suns.

Full of murderous intent and madness, like surging lava, hot and terrifying.

The light in the depths of his pupils seemed to condense the despair and fear of countless creatures, making people shudder.

The feeling of life and death hanging by a thread just now was undoubtedly a nightmare experience for this proud and powerful Beast King.

The unforgettable shame is enough for him to remember for a lifetime, and it is also a painful memory that he will never forget.

The majestic Beast King was actually pushed to the brink of life and death by an ant with a mere eighth-level cultivation. The despair of almost dying filled his heart with endless anger and hatred.

If I weren't in this special environment at this moment.

If there weren't other beast gods watching behind him, he would need to continue to live.

I'm afraid that just now, I was really attacked by that seemingly insignificant eighth-grade ant.

Completely killing with one earth-shattering blow, it became a stepping stone for him to become famous.

Such shame and hatred made the murderous intention in the heart of the Golden-armored Beast King surge like a tidal wave, and it was bound to destroy all the enemies in front of him.

No matter big or small, strong or weak, crush them all to wipe away the humiliation of being close to death and regain the supreme majesty of the Beast King.

On the other side, after seeing this scene, Su Die's eyes gradually became blurred like a broken galaxy.

On that face that was now weather-beaten and engraved with traces of time, a look of despair spread quietly.

He weakly clenched his hands that were no longer young, and his dry eyes flashed with pain and unwillingness.

"The beast is not dead?"

At this moment, the voice squeezed out of Su Die's throat was hoarse and low, like a lament excavated from the depths of her heart.

What should have been good news was now like the heaviest shackles, weighing her down so much that she could hardly breathe.

"It's really... damn it! Could it be that my pursuit can only end here?"

The weak voice murmured softly, and every word carried endless regret and loss.

Raising his head slightly, he seemed to be able to see the unreachable sky, where Lin Pingan's cold and indifferent face still seemed to remain, and his figure was also looming in the mist of time.

Scenes of memories related to him began to flash rapidly in Su Die's mind, as if controlled by an invisible hand.

Like a projector of an old movie, frame by frame passes by.

Those experiences we had together, those fragments of memories of laughter or tears.

At this moment, everyone is telling a cruel fact.

From beginning to end, she failed to catch up with Lin Ping'an.

The feeling of powerlessness was like biting ice, which made Su Die heartbroken.

Nowadays, it is even more important to stop here on the journey.

"Sometimes, you really can't meet something too dazzling in life..."

At the end, Su Die murmured to himself, his words full of bitter realization.

That radiant figure not only illuminated her world, but also ruthlessly reflected her own insignificance and powerlessness.

However, even so, she still refused to give up, because it was a dream and hope that she had spent her whole life chasing.

She hopes that one day, she can stand beside him, or even behind him.

Next to him, Qin Yu's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with endless sorrow and helplessness.

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The voice was hoarse and trembling, a cry that came from the depths of the soul.

"Xiaodie'er...Xiaodie'er...you can't give up, I beg you, you must hold on, never, never fall asleep like this..."

Qin Yu held the hand that was getting colder tightly, as if he wanted to transfer all his life force to her.

However, Su Die's face became increasingly pale.

The originally lively eyes had lost their sparkle at this moment, and only the weak breathing proved that they were still in the world.

The candle of life is swaying in the body, like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

Qin Yu could clearly feel that Su Die's vitality was declining at a desperate speed.

The irrevocable passing is like the last warm sun disappearing into the sky on a winter night.

And like a blooming flower, it quickly wilts in the severe cold.

The surrounding air seemed to be solidified by this heavy sadness.

Every particle of dust carries the pain of separation between life and death.

At this moment, Qin Yu's tears fell silently, dripping on Su Die's face, but they could not wake up the dying light of life.

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped flowing, leaving only Qin Yu's heartbreaking call and Su Die's gradually weaker breathing.

In this cruel and real moment, it is intertwined into a sad elegy of fate.

The heaven-level skill "Seven Devils Slaying Against Heaven" is certainly a peerless martial skill with shocking power.

Once used, it can even instantly increase one's own combat power by 128 times.

Its power is enough to overturn the universe and reverse the world.

However, behind such heaven-defying power, the price paid is also staggering.

Each strike of the "Seven Demons Against Heaven" will cause immeasurable damage to the body of the cultivator and burn a large amount of vitality, that is, lifespan.

If a cultivator possesses endless life power and eternal life span.

Then, this loss may be bearable.

But the reality is cruel and cold.

All along, the human race's lifespan has been like a bright but short-lived meteor.

Even for an existence that has reached the peak of the eighth level, its lifespan is only a few hundred years, fleeting like morning dew.

If Su Die successfully breaks through to the ninth level and his lifespan is extended for a thousand years, he can barely survive.

However, at this moment, fate seemed to have played a cruel joke on her.

Although there is only one step away from the ninth level.

But now it is like a candle in the wind, the oil is exhausted, the lamp is dry, and the body and mind are exhausted. There is no way to go further to challenge the threshold of life and death.

On Su Die's pale face, her once bright eyes were now covered with a thin layer of haze.

The vitality that is about to be exhausted in the body is like the last grain of sand in the hourglass, silently telling the helplessness and struggle.

Not far away, Song Changkong took the initiative to stand up, and he was prepared to die in battle.

On the other side, Lin Ping'an, who was far away in Daxia, had a trace of evil flashing in his eyes.

"Hmph! Those damn beasts! If you lose, you lose, if you fall, you will fall!"

"You have to stand upright when you admit a mistake, and you have to stand firm when you are beaten."

"You actually dare to do such a shameful little thing under my nose?"

"Do you really think that I, Lin Ping'an, am a dead person?"

Originally, he was going to continue to observe quietly to see if Su Die could break through and stand up again.

Nowadays, the plan has been completely disrupted by the tricks of those beast gods to transmit their vitality remotely.