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

The first death, the cult changed. Want moral kidnapping? Idiot's dream!

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Don't... don't take pictures... don't do this... keep a line... so we can meet again in the future!"

At this moment, the expression on Song Changkong's face was a little dull, and he wanted to bury his head in the ground.

It's a pity that the extraordinary tenacity of that invisible spiritual force is simply not something he can break free from with his mere third-grade peak cultivation.

On the other side, the students were holding their mobile phones, taking photos with gloating, and making sarcastic remarks with evil smiles on their faces.

"Old Song! Just accept your fate! This is at least the action of a master-level strongman. How can you escape from it with your cultivation? You are definitely embarrassed by your face today!"

"It's just...it's just...when you exposed the rumors before, why didn't you expect today? It's not that you didn't report it, the time has come! Stop struggling! Stand at attention when you are beaten."

"Quick, quick, quick... stop talking nonsense... take a few more pictures... This kind of opportunity is rare!"

"Hehe... you are so bad, but I like it!"

"..."

After that, everyone talked and laughed, stood up, and walked leisurely away without looking at the head on the ground.

During the trainee scene, Song Changkong's eyes widened and he shouted repeatedly.

"Eh? Eh?? Hey, I'm going! What are you going to do?"

"I've painted, I've taken pictures, I've done all this, and you can't think of a way to get me out? Are you leaving now? It's not fun!"

"Where is the camaraderie of fighting side by side? Where is the camaraderie of classmates who are both members of Daxia Academy?"

Hearing this, all the students turned around with smiles on their faces, raised their hands outward, shrugged, and answered in a playful tone.

"Old Song, stop making trouble! This is a move by a powerful master. Do you think we can break this?"

"That's right! Accept your fate! Anyway, you are a strong man from the academy, and I won't kill you."

"I am powerless and there is nothing I can do to help!"

"Come on, it will pass soon."

"Bye, next time I see you, prepare yourself first to receive the next wave of guests."

"..."

Song Changkong's eyes widened even more when he heard these words. At this moment, he took a deep breath, panting heavily, and his tone was full of tragedy.

"Holy shit! What's the next wave of customers? What the hell did you bastards do?"

Inexplicably, a bad premonition lingered in my mind.

At the same time, a familiar schoolmate smiled sinisterly.

"What did you do? Of course you treated the other person the same way he did!"

"Repent well here!"

After finishing speaking, he stopped replying and turned around to catch up with the other students who were gradually walking away.

In this remote corner, there was only a head whose face was painted with the Chinese characters "turtle" and various oil paint symbols.

More than ten minutes later, several pieces of news appeared again on the campus network.

The protagonist this time is actually Song Changkong, the famous paparazzi king in the school.

After a photo was uploaded, it aroused heated discussions among countless new and old students.

"Hahaha... Heaven! Earth! Who is the powerful one who said this for me! Song Paparazzi! You also have today!"

"It's so cool! It's so cool! It's so cool! After looking at the photos! I feel like drinking ice water during the hot summer days!"

"It has been saved, and I will take it out from time to time to recall it in the future."

"It is said that the guy who was trying to kill himself seemed to have been restrained by the Grandmaster and stuffed into the ground."

"Which grandmaster took action? Does anyone know?"

"Song Changkong's location has been determined. It is diagonally opposite to the southeast area's actual combat training ground. It is still buried! Does anyone want to go and take a look?"

"You must go! If you don't gloat about this kind of scene, it would be a shame for what he did before."

"Let's go together!"

"+1."

"..."

More than twenty minutes later, waves of people appeared one after another. They ran to Song Changkong to observe it as if they were watching some ultra-rare animal, and even took photos to commemorate it.

During this period, Song Changkong's face became darker and darker, so gloomy that many freshmen did not dare to get too close.

After all, even ridiculing or joking requires capital and strength.

Those second- and third-grade seniors have known each other for at least a year or two, have some friendship, and can withstand beatings.

If it were them, it would be pure suicide!

Daxia Academy, inside the admissions office.

Su Changge, who was dealing with school affairs, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, withdrew the trace of mental energy he had left to observe, and stopped observing.

"I really didn't expect that there would be so many students in the school who were so out of tune that they would go all the way to watch the show!"

"It seems that I have been too relaxed recently!"

"These guys should be given an extra burden appropriately."

After muttering a few words softly, Su Changge focused most of his attention on the Tiandaokong network and continued to study the newly emerged technique.

For a master-level expert with strong mental power, focusing on three things and four things is simply a basic operation.

Handling school affairs, hitting people remotely, and learning exercises all at the same time is no problem.

The subtle difference is just a matter of priority!

As time goes by, more and more people have heard about the new Qianyuan Burning Shou Gong and joined the discussion.

"It's scary! It's really scary! It's evil! It's really evil!"

"The most evil technique in history has appeared. Use it once and it will last ten years."

"Absurd! It's just nonsense! Why should such a technique be sold? This is an evil method! It will bring great harm to the human race! I suggest that the technique be banned and ask [Soldier of Love] to withdraw the sale in public. Stand up and apologize.”

"That's right! That's right! What if I practice it by mistake? Who will be responsible? That's a ten-year lifespan! Don't use this imperfect technique to embarrass yourself!"

"This is rubbish exercise. It's not worth mentioning. Don't buy it or practice it. It's completely harmful to people."

"..."

For some reason, the trend suddenly changed, and a group of accounts appeared out of nowhere and began to leave crazy messages and abuse.

The finger points directly at the creator of the technique [Warrior of Love].

Soon, many people were led astray by this rhythm, and started yelling and yelling in confusion.

In this regard, many people also noticed that something was wrong. For various purposes, some watched with cold eyes, some secretly explored, and some quietly waited for the follow-up.

Only a handful of people tried to help and tried to reason, but instead they almost exploded with anger.

Daxia, in a secret stronghold in a certain city.

A group of evil warriors gathered together and knelt on the ground to report the situation.

"Reporting to Lord Rat Messenger, there is great progress in tracking down the [Soldier of Love]. Internet public opinion has been successfully manipulated. Soon the opponent will be unable to withstand the pressure and be exposed automatically."

Upon hearing this, the cult messenger wearing a mouse mask above kept scanning with sinister eyes.

After a long time, a hoarse voice appeared.

"Ten days, within ten days! If you fail, I will feed you to my little cuties."

"The Divine Religion doesn't need waste!"

After speaking, the figure disappeared without a trace.

…

In the next few days, public opinion was bombarded every day, and those evil warriors worked hard not to become a meal for rats.

And at the same time.

Lin Ping'an didn't know what happened online.

Of course, maybe even if he knew, he wouldn't pay any attention to it.

Love to buy or not, love to practice or not.

Such is his attitude and outlook.

Anyway, there are so many leeks that there is no end to them all over the mountains and plains.

If you don’t want to practice, there are people who can.

Even if there is no feedback on your practice, there will still be feedback from others.