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The act of massacre is too common in the world of warriors. Not to mention the massacre of villages and cities, even the massacre of all life on a planet, it often happens in the world of warriors.
After all, to the incomparably vast universe, even if a big planet like Tianyan Xing is destroyed in a day, it will not attract attention. Just a sea-level little guy.
However, massacre geniuses in batches, especially geniuses massacring a group of true god-level forces, are extremely rare in the world of warriors!
There are only a few true god-level forces in the thirty-three days. Who dares to provoke them, and who has the ability to provoke them
This is tantamount to directly declaring war with a big force, and the consequences are extremely serious!
At this moment, in front of Lin Ming, more than twenty geniuses from the Sacred Palace of Creation struggled with all their strength, but even if they gathered the strength of twenty of them, together with the increase in power brought about by the flesh and blood implanted in their bodies, they could not Shake Lin Ming alone.
The terrifying force field imprisoned them firmly, as stable as Mount Tai!
But at this time, Lin Ming had already walked towards the third person. This scene shocked everyone!
To exert such an overwhelming strength in the final trial depends not on cultivation, but on talent. If talent can also be quantified, then the talent of this man in front of him is less than the sum of the talents of the twenty or so disciples of the Good Fortune Sacred Palace! Much more than that!
It's unimaginable.
"puff!"
With another soft sound, Lin Ming pulled out the flesh and blood of the third saint warrior. And all these flesh and blood were fed to the little black dragon by him.
Huang's flesh and blood contained amazing energy. But the little black dragon has a surprisingly good appetite, it swallows it one by one, without even chewing.
Next, the fourth Good Fortune Sacred Palace disciple was killed by Lin Ming again. This feeling was like killing chickens one by one. Let the opponent have no resistance at all.
"Killing a genius is like killing a pig... Every time a person is killed, the loss of the Holy Palace of Good Fortune will be huge..."
Someone shrank their necks. Secretly speechless.
The growth of these geniuses in the Holy Palace of Good Fortune is the accumulation of countless natural resources and treasures. They have been cultivated by the Holy Palace of Good Fortune with all their efforts over the past few hundred years.
And for this action, the Holy Emperor Good Fortune made careful preparations. He spared no expense to invest resources in them, and sent out the elite of the younger generation in the Holy Palace of Creation.
Coupled with the careful transformation of them with Huang's flesh and blood, it can be said that among the more than 20 people, the value of each individual is much more precious than all the lives of a thousand Tianyan stars combined!
Especially that fat man who had been killed by Lin Ming, he was a leader who appeared once in a thousand years in the Holy Palace of Creation. He is a little worse than the Son of Creation. But compared to the emperor's son Naqi, it is completely comparable.
If Lin Ming killed this group of people, it would be tantamount to destroying all the painstaking efforts of the Good Fortune Sacred Palace in the past few hundred years.
In the world of warriors. Life is measured by its value. In the eyes of Shura Road warriors, killing one person by Lin Ming is similar to destroying thousands of planets.
One after another, Lin Ming's killing speed was very slow, not because he intentionally tortured these saint disciples. But it is actually manipulating the tiny beams of true essence to separate the desolate flesh and blood scattered throughout the bodies of the saint disciples. It was a very mentally consuming job, even if Lin Ming did it, it would not be easy.
But this kind of behavior has made the disciples who are still alive in the Sacred Palace of Good Fortune have their livers torn apart!
This kind of struggle is meaningless, it's just the feeling of waiting to die helplessly, which makes them suffer the most painful torment in the world! In particular, the death method of forcibly pulling Huang's flesh and blood out of their bodies made their scalps tingle. Even warriors with resolute minds would wish to die immediately after experiencing such a situation.
"Boy! Kill us, and you are finished. The Holy Palace of Creation will not let you go!"
A disciple of the Sacred Palace of Creation screamed crazily before he died. This was because the force field weakened in the moment before death, allowing him to gain the ability to speak.
However, his intimidation did not change anything, the desolate flesh and blood in his body was once again pulled out by Lin Ming!
The murderer is always killed, and the warriors of the Saint Race present, including most of the warriors in the Inner Asura Road, have ways to kill!
Lin Ming didn't have any kindness, he didn't frown when he killed these people.
And at this time, slowly, the barrier that sealed the deep pit became weaker, and a few inconspicuous figures began to retreat silently.
These few people came from Piaoyu Divine Mountain.
Seeing the miserable scene of the disciples of the Good Fortune Sacred Palace, their hairs stood on end and their limbs went numb.
Although they were passively involved in this operation, they were still with the disciples of the Sacred Palace of Fortune. After this person killed the disciples of the Sacred Palace of Fortune, he would probably kill them to silence them!
"Where are you... going!"
After killing more than a dozen disciples of the Good Fortune Sacred Palace in a row, Lin Ming suddenly turned his head and looked at the four disciples of Piaoyu Shenshan.
After killing so many people, his hands were not stained with a single drop of blood, they were still as crystal clear as jade.
At this moment, the four Piaoyu Shenshan disciples fell into the ice cellar!
The woman in gray at the head turned even paler. She knew that she was facing the greatest survival crisis in history.
At this time, if you escape, you will die, and if you stay, you will probably have no chance of life!
Her brain was running fast, she gritted her teeth, and said: "If you have the ability, kill all the people present, otherwise the news that you have killed all the disciples of the Good Fortune Sacred Palace and Piaoyu Shenshan will definitely leak out, and you will definitely He was hunted down by the Holy Clan with all his strength!"
"Unless you have a super true god rooted in Asura Road or the soul race to protect you! But you are a human being, and there is no true god in the human race!"
The woman in gray said with a short breath that she intentionally shifted her hatred so that most people would stand on the same front as herself.
This was a means of self-protection, and as the gray-clothed woman wished, the atmosphere in the arena quickly became panicked, and many people's faces changed when they looked at Lin Ming.
Indeed, if the man in front of him was afraid of the Holy Palace of Fortune and didn't want the news to leak out, he would kill everyone.
"Who the hell are you? With your talent, it's impossible to be unknown, and it's impossible to appear out of thin air!"
The woman in gray once again attacked Lin Ming, questioning his identity.
In the eyes of everyone, the existence of this kind of peerless genius who abused the beauty and created the Son of God is unreasonable in itself.
Moreover, it is even more unbelievable that he was born in a precarious human race.
Speaking of the human race, the gray-clothed woman couldn't help but think of Lin Ming thousands of years ago. Although Lin Ming had fallen, his sharpness back then, even if the saints deliberately downplayed it, couldn't hide it.
Like the gray-clothed woman, the younger generation who were born more than 2,000 years after Lin Ming's death felt thunderous about the name Lin Ming. She was the person who was chased and killed by the founder of Piaoyu Shenshan—Piaoyu Shenwang. !
A true god disregarded his status to attack a holy master, such treatment, one can imagine Lin Ming's frightening!
"It's impossible for this person to be Lin Ming..." The gray-clothed woman denied the thought that had just arisen in her mind.
In the end, the trial was a trial for young people. According to the rules here, even if Lin Ming was still alive, he would still be several thousand years old, so he couldn't be considered a junior at all. Even though Lin Ming's current strength is several times that of the Holy Son of Creation, but in this final trial space, under the suppression of the law, he is thousands of years old, under the restriction of the law, it is absolutely impossible for him to play such a terrifying combat effectiveness.
While the gray clothed woman was speaking, Lin Ming kept looking at her burningly.
At this time, some testers were already approaching the woman in gray.
They looked at Lin Ming with a little fear. The man in front of them didn't look like someone protected by a top power, because a power with the ability to protect even under the threat of the Good Fortune Sacred Palace, with one hand They can all be counted, and most of them are already standing here. The man in front of him does not belong to any of them.
"The ability to pull hatred is good!"
Lin Ming saw everyone's reaction, and looked at the gray-clothed woman's eyes. At this moment, it was undoubtedly the smartest way to deflect hatred, arouse public anger, and then find a turning point in the chaos. Unfortunately, it still doesn't make any sense. With absolute strength, he can dominate the life and death of everyone!
Those who follow me live, those who oppose me perish!
Lin Ming looked at more and more trainees who were drawn over by the woman in gray. He smiled coldly and said, "I give you the right to choose. Choose to stand behind that woman and die with her, or leave She may still survive..."
Lin Ming's voice was like a devil, and the hearts of those who were on the trial felt a chill, and a group of people subconsciously moved away from the gray-clothed woman.
"Don't be naive, do you think he will let you go!?" Seeing this scene, the woman in gray cried out in despair. vitality.
However, despite her shouting, more and more people left her. The reason is very simple. There is no hope at all against that man. If you choose to submit to him, maybe he really doesn't kill them.
Soon, only the three disciples of Piaoyu Shenshan were left beside the gray-clothed woman.
And at this moment, Lin Ming made a move!
He shot extremely fast, a spear pierced through the void, and the next moment, it was like a flying arrow hit the bull's-eye, the body shield of the woman in gray was instantly pierced, and blood flew, she groaned miserably, and was pierced. The flesh body flew out like this.
There was also a disciple of Piaoyu Shenshan who was buried with her.
The two died without any suspense, Lin Ming did not show any mercy, Piaoyu Shenshan also intervened in the great battle between the holy race and the human race, and the disciples of Piaoyu Shenshan were also covered with the blood of the human race.
However, there were still two disciples from Piaoyu Shenshan, a male and a female, and Lin Ming didn't kill them. To keep them, Lin Ming had other functions.
With a wave of his hand, he locked the two people with a force field.
The two people were still in shock, their faces were pale, and they looked at Lin Ming with hatred and fear.
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