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

Chapter 470: Killing all the people, massacring their clans and annihilating their families. A race should go on the road neatly.

Of course, Lin Pingan's unique and mysterious little world inside his body is ethereal and lonely, as if it is independent from the world.

There are no traces of the existence of any other living beings here. The only ones visible are the white bone fragments of alien beasts of various shapes scattered everywhere.

A few breaths of time passed quietly, and the fierce and mist-like blood dance energy began a silent transformation under the blazing and sacred light of the virtual sun.

The powerful energy contained in it was sucked into the virtual sun, as if being inspired.

Every drop of energy is carefully analyzed and smelted until it is completely absorbed.

The whole process is like morning dew meeting the sun, evaporating instantly.

Only a faint aftertaste was left in the air, indicating the magnificent feast just now.

Under Lin Ping'an's unparalleled power, the secret realm of alien beasts was completely crushed, like a broken picture scroll.

Among them, almost all of the exotic beasts that were slaughtered belonged to the same race.

Except for a few powerful and pure bloodline beasts, they still have some value.

Other ordinary beasts are left with the fate of being refined.

Their life essence, catalyzed by powerful force, gradually transforms into basic energy, which is deep and thick.

Like the purest nourishment between heaven and earth, it is an important cornerstone for building and strengthening the growth and heritage of the small world.

Today, the fate of this once glorious race has been ruthlessly pushed into the abyss of decline.

The secret place in the rear area, which carries the wisdom and hope of the race and is also the most important secret place, was completely destroyed by Lin Ping'an.

This is not only the loss of material resources, but also the rupture of spiritual sustenance and the foundation of ethnic culture.

The secret realm that was once regarded as the cradle of the race is now empty.

The lush tree of life has withered and withered, the bright spiritual spring has dried up and bottomed out, and everything that symbolizes the glory of the race has disappeared.

All this reveals the grim reality faced by this race.

They have lost the precious opportunity to make progress in the world of mountains and seas with thousands of races and fierce competition.

On the stage of racial duel, it can no longer show its former vitality and style.

We can only groping hard in the endless darkness, looking for the glimmer of light that may lead to rebirth.

And this process is undoubtedly long and arduous.

The future is like a wasteland shrouded in gloom, full of unknowns and challenges.

A moment later, in the depths of the vast mountain and sea realm, an unprecedented major crisis quietly spread.

The powerful alien beasts from the destroyed race seemed to be pulled by an invisible force.

They were all galloping back from all directions, rushing towards the entrance to the small secret realm where their race had been for generations.

These beasts are covered in colorful scales and run rampant.

Crossing the mountains shrouded in clouds and mist, passing through the turbulent blue sea abyss, just for the responsibility and mission that comes from the depths of the blood.

However, when these powerful alien beasts finally broke through numerous obstacles, reached their target, and tried to escape into the secret realm through a special passage in the void.

The scene in front of them instantly shocked them.

I saw that the entrance to the secret realm that should have stood in the chaotic void disappeared without a trace at this moment.

It's as if it has never existed in this world.

This sudden change made these powerful beasts who usually looked proud of the others stunned for a moment, like a bolt from the blue.

Immediately afterwards, an uncontrollable rage erupted like a volcano.

The next moment, they all looked up to the sky and let out deafening roars, venting their anger and unwillingness.

"Ho! Damn it! Who is it?"

"Ah ah ah! Fight to the death! Kill to the death! Kill!"

"Ho! Roar! Roar! Kill, kill, kill!"

"..."

However, after the anger, what followed was deep fear and whine.

Looking around at the empty void, the fear of losing one's foundation and shelter is as biting as ice.

These normally majestic beast warriors could not help but tremble and let out bursts of sad and helpless whines.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

"Home...home is gone!"

"Who did it? I will kill him!"

"..."

Unfortunately, no one responded!

At the same time, on the other side, Lin Ping'an was not satisfied with the initial blow, nor did he have any intention of giving up.

Since it has been announced that genocide will be carried out, the entire race must be killed neatly.

After a breath, he took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with determination and coldness.

It was as if a ruthless judge in charge of destiny was about to declare the death of a race.

He raised his slender fingers and tapped his fingertips lightly in the void.

At this moment, time around him seemed to have stagnated, and an invisible force began to gather quietly.

With the movement, causal lines as thin as spider silk and as dense as galaxies gradually appeared from nothingness.

It's like an intertwined web of fate, connecting the different races of alien beasts.

Those lines of cause and effect are sometimes as bright as stars, and sometimes as dark as an abyss.

Again a little.

A certain thick causal line symbolizing the rise and fall of a certain alien race of honor and disgrace quietly emerged at the forefront.

At this moment, this main causal line has been eclipsed, like the fading glory under the setting sun.

The main line is densely branched out with countless branches.

Like shooting stars in a bright galaxy, each carries the destiny and hope of an individual.

However, in this huge network of destiny, 99% of the bifurcation lines have come to an end and disappeared silently into the vast space of time.

In addition, those branching causal lines that have not yet ended represent extinguished embers.

It is also the last remnant of that alien beast race.

The thickness and shade of each branching causal line are closely linked to the strength and heritage of the associated alien beast.

The more majestic and powerful the lines are, the more powerful the beasts they symbolize.

At the same time, such a causal line is like a lonely boat in a storm, difficult to control, and even more difficult to be affected and controlled by external factors.

However, in Lin Ping'an's eyes, all these so-called difficulties and challenges seemed insignificant.

His otherworldly strength has long transcended the realm of worldly knowledge and exceeded everyone's imagination.

The degree of mastery and application of the laws has reached a level that astonishes all existences.

For Lin Pingan, playing with these lines of cause and effect is like a child playing in water or a painter playing with his brush.

No matter how complex and difficult the entanglement of cause and effect is, it can be easily unraveled in his hands, and he can weave different chapters of destiny with ease.