Chapter 220 Mount? Are You Beasts Worthy of It? Kill, Kill, Kill!

Chapter 220 Mount? Are you beasts worthy? Kill, kill, kill! Kill them all, cold-blooded and ruthless.

The beast king knelt on the ground, trembling all over, and begged for mercy with his humble spirit.

"Great God, I ask for your forgiveness. I am willing to surrender and become a mount..."

Perhaps, in the mind of this beast, becoming a mount is already the greatest punishment and humiliation for it.

But Lin Pingan felt it was really ridiculous when he heard it.

"Mount? Are you worthy?"

As soon as the voice fell, he punched out without saying a word.

The result was naturally uneventful.

With a loud "boom~", the head of this last remnant was instantly blown up, and the spirit was also wiped out.

The ninth-grade beast king, the Red Snake Tiger King, died on the spot.

The vision of the sky weeping blood occurred again, and the duration was extended.

Lin Pingan looked around and saw the giant beast king corpses all over the mountains and plains, with blood surging and rushing into the sky.

After this wave of slaughter, the civilization value in the system soared by nearly 2 million points, pushing the total civilization value to the recent highest point of 3.2 million.

Then, he picked and chose some of the beast king corpses, filled the space ring, and left.

The only advantage of those picked up parts is that they taste good.

In addition, the remaining parts were all thrown into the small world opened up in the body when breaking through the ninth grade.

For a normal ninth-grade strongman, the small world in his body would definitely not be able to accommodate so many hundreds of meters tall giant beasts.

But Lin Pingan is different. Compared with the normal ninth-grade, his strength is simply supermodel, and the space in his body is hundreds or even thousands of times larger.

These nearly fifty beast kings can also be put in.

Corpses fell into the small world out of thin air, and the blood of the ninth-grade beasts flowed, silently absorbing energy from the land.

Because of these nourishments, the small world is also slowly expanding outward and developing its boundaries.

After a while, all the corpses of the beast kings disappeared, and there was only a ruin left here, with nothing left.

When Lin Pingan collected them, he adhered to the principle of not wasting, and even the land stained with the blood of the ninth grade was stuffed into the small world.

After all, the space was large enough and could be put down.

When he left, this group of areas was more than ten meters lower than the surrounding area, and became an environment similar to a depression.

I believe that after a period of rainfall, a large lake will form here.

After completing the small achievement of digging three feet into the ground again, Lin Pingan broke through the fifth heaven with ease, silently escaped into the void, and left the depths of the battlefield of all races.

Once again, he returned to the Daxia Academy to create new skills and continue to practice. This kind of simple and unpretentious daily life of becoming stronger.

However, his behavior of slaughtering more than fifty beast kings in one battle caused huge waves to the human race and all races.

It also caused the whole world to surge undercurrents.

A few hours later, the strong men from the major forces of the human race who came to explore arrived at the battle fluctuation site first.

They looked at the battlefield after cleaning up, and the remaining breaths they could sense, and their faces became serious and solemn.

Looking up at the sky, the vision of the sky weeping blood has not ended yet, and it is still appearing again and again.

I don’t know if it was delayed or because Lin Pingan killed too quickly at that time.

In short, more than 50 beast king corpses have been cold, and Lin Pingan stuffed them into his own small world as fertilizer, but the death vision is still going on.

Ready-made, except for various "hissing" sounds of sucking cold air, it is dead silent.

After a long time, a strong man felt that he had made enough contributions to global warming, and spoke dryly.

"This... this... what happened? The sky is weeping blood! The ninth-grade beast king fell! But now... how many beast kings have died!"

When the other strong men heard this, they were like being opened up, and they made all kinds of exclamations.

"Horrible! So terrifying!"

"Strong! Indescribably strong! It only took a short time for the battle to end!"

"Is it a great man of our race? Not really! But those beast kings died!"

"Troublesome times! It's really troublesome times! I don't think it will be easy in the future!"

"Those beasts of the Ten Thousand Races won't put all this on our heads!"

"Maybe! The water is too deep!"

"Go back and practice well. Now the ninth rank has been killed like a dog. How could this happen? Eh!"

"..."

As for the alien beasts, they don't know the news yet, or they don't know the specific news.

After all, the place where the Ten Thousand Races battlefield is connected to the human race is still in a relatively remote area, too far away from the core.

Even if they can sense the fluctuations, they can't receive the information for a while.

Of course, if the beast kings appear in person, they can indeed rush to the scene as soon as possible.

But as the highest of their race, or even the peak of countless races.

How could they rush over to check the situation just because of a little fluctuation?

Don't save face!

In this case, at most, you can just give a casual order, and the beast king will naturally take the initiative to contact, search, and find out the situation.

At that time, just wait for the report.

At the same time.

Thousands of miles away, because of the slowest speed, the scale-armored turtle king fell behind, looking at the dozen strong auras in the distance and the constantly fluctuating blue sky weeping blood strange phenomenon with some horror.

He quickly twisted his body and fled in another direction.

In his mind, there was only one thought left.

Run, run, run... I can't get involved any more. I'll find a place under the deep sea and hide for a few hundred years.

Anyway, the turtles have the longest lifespan. Just outlast all those terrifying beings.

If it doesn't work, just surrender directly. The most important thing is to save your life.

On the other side.

The breath of the turtle king was also sensed by the human race strongmen.

When they found that there was only this one, they were slightly moved and communicated with each other with their mental power.

"It's that old turtle! There is only one, do you want to keep it forever?"

"Turtle Xuan? It's it! Forget it! The turtle shell is so hard that it's too troublesome to fight."

"Well! It seems to have been slacking off before! It has never hurt the human race! I don't think it's time to pay attention to it!"

"Let it go! It's troublesome times. It's important to investigate this matter. It's not easy to fight for the time being!"

"..."

While the human race strongmen were communicating, the turtle king felt a cold light like a thorn behind him, and his movement speed was even faster by three points.

The intuition in the dark told it that if it was too late, something would happen. It was better to run as far as possible...

It would be best if it could run to a place where no one could find it.

A few hours later.

The major forces of the human race gradually learned some of the situation.

More and more strong men secretly appeared near the battlefield to check the situation.

Including the cave where Lin Pingan broke through, it was also found and explored.

After all, it was about a strong man who could slaughter more than 50 beast kings, so it had to be cautious and careful.

For such a major event, these forces chose to keep it secret, and no one talked nonsense on the Internet.

Waiting and watching is the best and the best choice.

On the other side, in the outdoor area of ​​Villa No. 1 of Daxia Academy.

On a grill, Lin Pingan was leisurely grilling meat, and the ingredients were all taken from a cow-shaped beast king.

The pressure emanating from it had been blocked silently by him, but the fragrance still wafted away and could not be dissipated for a long time.

The students in the nearby villas knew what happened as soon as they smelled the smell.

They left angrily, cursing and preparing to find a place to eat and soothe their stomachs.

As for being a guest, they were afraid that they would only get a fist-sized meal.