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

The fourth is secretly watching, the judgment of the main lineage strong person, the lucky Lin Ping'an.

After all, the core position is in that familiar area, except for the famous Lin Ping'an, who is respected by the whole country as the patron saint of Daxia.

Many powerful people really can't imagine that there is any other being who can bring about such earth-shaking and world-shaking huge changes in the Great Xia human realm.

At the same time, a group of ninth-grade powerhouses from the main human race.

His eyes were like burning fire, shining with light as hot as lava, almost burning his eyeballs red.

The fanatical gaze travels through space and time, pointing directly at the target.

Such behavior was not due to witnessing the legendary miracle.

Or perhaps it was because he personally felt the shock brought about by the power fluctuations that could subvert the common sense of heaven and earth and surpass the limits of life.

Quite the opposite.

At this moment, in the hearts of each of them.

What surged was a surge of greedy desire, roaring like a wild beast.

The emotions of excitement and excitement stem entirely from the coveting and desire for powerful power.

His blood pulsed and his heart beat like thunder.

Every beat is beating the yearning for power.

They seemed to be able to hear the roar deep in their hearts, the almost obsessive pursuit, and the desperate persistence to control the endless power and reach the top.

Cities in Daxia.

Whether it is a majestic city standing on the top of lofty mountains or a water city lying quietly among the vast blue waves.

Every ninth-grade expert who comes from the main human race and sneaks into the human realm seems to be pulled by an invisible force.

Although their locations are different, the excitement and expectations in their hearts are exactly the same.

The blazing light, the uncontrollable growl, the desire and excitement originating from the depths of the blood.

"Secret treasure! It is definitely a rare secret treasure in the world, a treasure that can help people understand the secrets of the law!"

A strong man muttered to himself and clenched his fists.

The force penetrates the skin and almost makes the bones creak.

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His eyes stared greedily into the distance, vowing in his heart to get this thing.

Even if there are many dangers ahead, there is no fear.

Another old man who lives on the edge of a small town has white hair and beard but is very energetic.

The voice was slightly trembling, but full of joy that could not be concealed.

"This is the second time, the second time I feel such a strong pulse of the power of law!"

"Big secret! No! It should be said to be a big opportunity! That's right! This is it!"

Similar whispers were heard elsewhere.

"If you find it and feel it, it's a great opportunity for the ancestral land!"

"The machine of transcendence should be there, the place where the laws vibrate!"

"This opportunity is worthy of me!"

"If you get it, the Murong family will surely dominate the world!"

"..."

Although the information recently obtained from the Tiandao Network claims that this area is the secluded place of the Guardian God of Great Xia.

However, many of the powerful men who sneaked in were mostly dubious about this rumor.

With the intuition honed over many years and the keen sense of the aura of power, he could sense where it was from a distance.

But he didn't realize the majestic pressure that could match the status of a patron saint.

Information and intelligence has been circulating that Lin Ping'an, the patron saint of Daxia, has skyrocketed in just two or three years.

There are even almost mythical and ridiculous rumors that he once defeated a dozen beast gods with one hand.

However, most of the powerful people from the main human race are more willing to believe that these are just nonsense, exaggerated and fabricated lies by those Daxia people after dinner.

Among the conjectures of the powerful people, Lin Ping'an, the so-called patron saint of Daxia.

Perhaps it is not an invincible existence, and it is even less possible to fight against many beast gods with its own strength.

Perhaps, it is not that it has power beyond the beast god level, but because it has mastered a peerless secret treasure.

Perhaps it was an ancient divine weapon with powerful power that was left in an ancient ruin, or perhaps it was some other unspeakable and unknowable mysterious inheritance.

Or maybe it's the legendary chance of transcendence.

As the saying goes, people die for money and birds die for food.

Now, even the iron-clad facts are clearly displayed in front of these hidden strong men.

They may also choose a kind of indifference and resistance that is almost indifferent.

Deep inside, the reason eroded by endless greed is like a thick layer of haze, blocking the original bright insight.

Greed is like a cunning and greedy beast, tightly covering the window of the soul.

Let it only see the illusory scenes that its heart longs for, and hear only those sweet words that cater to its desires.

Under such sinking, many strong men seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss of sinking.

The world of consciousness also seemed to be squeezed into a long, narrow and twisted tunnel.

All breadth and truth are lost in this endless depravity.

What was once a vast mind is now only a narrow and gloomy vision.

Every inch of the air is filled with the miasma of desire, making it impossible to breathe a trace of truth and purity.

What echoes in my ears is no longer the melodious melody of the breeze and flowing water, nor the warm words of concern from relatives and friends.

Instead, greedy whispers and temptations lingered like demonic spells, leaving deep traces on the hearts of the powerful.

Even the bell of truth is ringing hard in some distant place.

Its solemn and profound notes cannot penetrate the copper and iron walls forged by the greed in the hearts of powerful men.

It can only echo helplessly outside the barrier, gradually dissipating into the invisible.

The inner worlds of many powerful human beings have become prisons of desire.

They took the initiative to immerse themselves in it. The more they struggled, the deeper they fell, until they were completely submerged in this fog woven by greed.

nowadays,

The eyes of these powerful people will only focus on those pictures that can satisfy their selfish desires, and their ears will only filter out those sounds that can satisfy them.

And they all chose to turn a blind eye or not hear the facts that might break their dreams.

Not long after, many strong men from the main human race gathered outside Daxia Academy.

Feeling the familiar atmosphere between each other, they were secretly on guard.

In their hearts, the real competitors are always those guys who belong to the same mainline human race.

The information and pattern are different, so those strong natives of Daxia are naturally not taken seriously by these people.

And the other side.

At the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association, the three giants of Daxia gathered again and all set their sights in the same direction.

After this period of practice, Qin Hai and Zhang Zheng have reached the realm of the seventh heaven, while Feng Wu is still at the peak of the sixth heaven.

Compared to the terrifying Lin Pingan, he was still like an ant.

But for those strong humans, the three of them are also insurmountable mountains.

This is true for both the strong men of Daxia and the main human race.