Create The Demon Dao Technique, And All Races Will Call It Evil! - Chapter 462

c462 Wherever you are, you are the dojo, the place where you step.

Chapter 462 Wherever you are, it is the dojo, and the place you step on is the paradise.

The Soul Devouring Spirit Sutra is quietly running.

It is like an invisible big hand, exploring the deep and magnificent blood memory of the beast kings and beast emperors.

Those memory fragments are as vast and complex as the sea of ​​stars, and each piece carries unique survival wisdom and combat experience.

As the Sutra continues to operate and excavate, these memories begin to appear one by one, like an ancient scroll being slowly unfolded.

Lin Ping’an’s consciousness body carefully selects and refines these precious memories.

The Soul Devouring Spirit Sutra that is running also shows amazing discernment.

The useful knowledge essence, like a sharp sword edge, breaks through the chaos and is absorbed.

And those useless dross, like sand and gravel, are gently brushed away without leaving a trace.

The essence of flesh and blood is the powerful source of power that the beast kings and beast emperors have tempered for countless years.

Under the guidance of the true scripture, it gradually peeled off and turned into a group of dazzling brilliance.

Mental power, these crystallizations of will condensed after life and death battles.

It is also like a surging river, converging into the true scripture.

Blood memory, this most precious wealth.

Whether it is hunting skills, racial heritage, or even unique secrets.

At this moment, they were all stripped from the deep blood imprint.

Just like the bright stars were picked up to the boundless night sky, showing an extremely dazzling light.

Finally, it was integrated into Lin Pingan’s mind and became part of the foundation for stepping into a higher realm.

Roaring and wailing, bursting from the depths of the hearts of many beasts.

As for why it is in the heart, it is naturally because no sound can be made when the mouth is opened.

As the creator of the small world in the body, Lin Pingan only needs a thought to change the rules.

As for the possibility that this may disturb Him, it will naturally be strangled in the cradle.

Among all the races, the existence of the Beast King and the Beast King is undoubtedly a legend of the overlord level.

The might of the beasts is so great that every flap of wings and roar is enough to shake the mountains and rivers and make the stars and the moon pale.

Its might is like the chaotic beasts at the beginning of the world, unrivaled and unrivaled in the world.

However, at this moment, the beast kings who once shocked all races and made countless creatures worship them.

But they fell in silence like meteors streaking through the sky.

And they did not fall on the vast battlefield of all races, but in the small world hidden deep in Lin Ping’an’s body.

One after another, these once glorious overlords fell silently.

As if the invisible hand of fate had taken off their dazzling halos one by one.

The terrifying bodies of thousands of meters once carried countless glory and dreams.

Now, they are quietly sinking in the deep small world, allowing the years to wear away and the power to dissipate.

As the beast kings fell one by one, a new scene began to appear here.

The original boundary quietly spreads like mist in the morning light.

The once tight boundary between heaven and earth seems to be gently pushed open by an invisible hand, extending to the endless unknown land, giving it a broader and deeper dimension.

Grass and trees grow luxuriantly in this new world, full of green.

Every leaf seems to carry the rhythm of life.

It glitters in the sun and dances lightly with the wind, like a symphony praising life.

In the depths of the forest, ancient trees rise from the ground, and their branches and leaves interweave into a net of heaven and earth, providing a paradise for living and breeding.

The power of the law has also undergone subtle changes at this moment, from the previous rough chaos to meticulous, tight and orderly.

The power derived from the origin of heaven and earth shuttles between all things like a silk thread.

Constructing a grand and sophisticated network of laws, making the operation of the entire small world more harmonious and smooth.

The breath of life is becoming more and more intense in such changes, and every inch of land and every piece of water is surging with vitality.

Of course, compared with the gains from swallowing the secret realm before, it is still a lot worse.

Although in terms of grade, the two may be similar, and it can even be said that swallowing the beast king beast emperor is of higher grade.

But in terms of effect, the benefits obtained from the individual are far less than those from the overall secret realm.

After a while, Lin Pingan once again immersed himself in practicing the latest god-level technique “The True Scripture of All Laws Returning to One”.

Compared with others, it is more important to practice the three thousand laws to the limit of 99%.

For now, swallowing individual beast emperors, beast kings, even beast gods, and even secret realms, in terms of overall strength, has not made much progress.

If you can break through to a new realm, then there will be a real qualitative change.

A breath of time passed, as Lin Pingan immersed most of his mind in practice.

The profound and mysterious power of the law instantly filled the space inside and outside the villa like a tide.

Every inch of air seemed to contain unspeakable energy and order.

Invisible and intangible, but omnipresent.

Like the most mysterious rhythm between heaven and earth, it flows in every corner of the villa, every brick and tile, and every flower and grass.

At the same time.

In the vast area within a million miles.

Whether it is a prosperous city or a desolate countryside.

Whether it is a towering mountain or a river, lake or sea.

All places within this range can feel the frequency of the law hidden in the depths of all things, which is gradually increasing and becoming obvious and easy to understand.

This change is subtle and firm, like a variation in a grand movement, and it seems to foreshadow some extraordinary event is coming.

It seems that there is an invisible big hand, plucking the strings of the universe.

And the mysterious power of the law that permeates inside and outside the villa and within a million miles.

It is the most exciting chord in this magnificent melody.

As the saying goes, the mountain is not high, but it is magical if there are immortals, and the water is not deep, but it is magical if there are dragons.

Now, it is like this.

For a strong man like Lin Pingan, even if he does not interfere with anything, but just practices normally, it is enough to change the surrounding environment.

It is like the legendary saint who was born, and the purple air came from the east for three thousand miles.

Wherever you are, it is the Taoist temple, and the place you step on is the blessed land of the cave.

In fact, if Lin Pingan had not been running the “Heavenly Secret Jue” all the time, covering up most of the power.

At this moment, the strong men in the entire Daxia human realm would be immersed in analyzing the mysteries of the law, intoxicated, and unwilling to wake up for a long time.

Even people below the ninth rank will constantly feel the flash of inspiration, be intoxicated by cultivation, and forget other trivial matters of life.

Just like in mythology, where the Buddha is, there is the Buddha Kingdom.

At the same time.

In the core area of ​​the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, a certain alien beast race has been thriving for generations, deep in the secret forbidden land.

A heavy and mysterious atmosphere permeates like thick ink.

In this vast and primitive secret land, a majestic and rugged building stands out.