Create The Demon Dao Technique, And All Races Will Call It Evil! - Chapter 464

c464 Super secret treasure, spying in secret, strong master of the main line

Chapter 464 Super secret treasure, 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 wave of greedy desire, roaring like a wild beast.

The excitement and emotion are entirely due to 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, almost obsessive pursuit, and desperate persistence to control the endless power and reach the top deep in their hearts.

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-level 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 thousands of 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 are beating!”

“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 the 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 and speculations 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 the ancient ruins, or perhaps it was some other mysterious inheritance that was unspeakable and unknowable.

Or maybe it’s the legendary chance of transcendence.

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

Nowadays, 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, obscuring the originally bright insight.

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

Let him only see the illusory scenes that he desires in his heart, and hear only those sweet words that cater to his desires.

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

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 could not penetrate the iron wall forged by the greed of the strong men.

It could only echo helplessly outside the barrier and gradually dissipate into the invisible.

The inner world of many strong men of the main vein human race has become a cage of desire.

They actively immersed 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 strong men will only focus on those pictures that can satisfy their selfish desires, and their ears will only select those sounds that can satisfy them.

As for those facts that may break the dream, they all chose to turn a blind eye and deaf ear.

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

They felt the familiar breath between each other and were secretly on guard in their hearts.

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

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

On the other side,

At the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association, the three great powers of Daxia gathered again, and they all looked 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 with the terrifying Lin Pingan, they are still like ants.

But for those human race strongmen, the three are also insurmountable mountains.

This is true for both the great Xia strongmen and the main human race.