Chapter 367: Daxia’s Aftermath, All Kinds of People! Soliciting Opinions? No! This Is a Notice. Those Who Don’t Obey! Kill!

At the same time.

In the center of the small world in the body, nine blazing suns from the heavenly-level technique "Da Ri Baking Furnace Sutra" hang high in the sky.

Like nine brilliant suns, each of them shines with dazzling light.

The light is not soft, but extremely sharp and ruthless.

They are like nine sharp swords of light, penetrating the sky and the earth, shining indiscriminately on the recently swallowed small secret realm and those monsters that have not yet completely melted.

Under the light, the original landforms and scenery of various shapes began to distort and melt...

Transformed into streams of pure energy, blending into every inch of land.

Those monsters are also struggling painfully under the strong light at this moment, their bodies melted quickly like ice and snow, turning into stars and merging into the energy circulation system of the small world.

The whole process is like a magnificent purgatory scroll, full of destruction and rebirth, which is both shocking and full of awe.

Under the baptism of the nine suns, the small world inside the body is not only growing, but also being purified and sublimated.

In addition, the edge of the small world is like a constantly extending painting, slowly advancing into the boundless void.

The border is growing in expansion, like a nebula blooming, quietly infecting, swallowing, spreading, and integrating pieces of void...

Lin Ping'an's strength continues to rise in the process.

At the same moment, the sky of the Daxia human realm seemed to be torn open by a mysterious force.

Tens of millions of streams of light instantly cut through the sky like a meteor shower, dragging out a series of brilliant trajectories.

The streams of light are not ethereal, but carry a heavy life force.

At this moment, they are like being pulled by invisible hands and thrown into the area outside the small secret realm.

At the point where those streams of light fall, a small secret realm native begins to appear out of thin air.

Some wore exotic clothes and held strange weapons; some were dressed in rags, like refugees, with fear in their eyes.

The atmosphere at the scene became extremely noisy for a moment, and various emotions such as surprise, curiosity, vigilance, and doubt were intertwined, forming a vivid and complex picture.

In addition, the reactions of the natives sent out by Lin Pingan were also different.

Some people could not suppress their inner shock and fear after witnessing this series of unimaginable scenes.

They knelt on their knees, knocked hard against the solid ground, and pressed their foreheads against the ground. Their faces full of vicissitudes and frost were full of piety.

They shouted.

"God show up! God show up!"

Others chose to face the unknown with a brave attitude. They held the sharpened swords in their hands tightly, and looked at the extraordinary scene in front of them with torches.

One of the sturdy disciples of the sect, with his beard trembling slightly due to excitement, waved the sword in his hand, and roared to the sky: "Who is it! How dare you treat my Divine Sect like this!" The voice was deep and powerful, like rolling thunder, shaking people's hearts.

However, not everyone chose to believe or fight.

Those indigenous nobles who were pampered on weekdays exposed their selfishness and narrow-mindedness in the face of this incident.

They stood in the crowd, with panic and fear in their eyes, and their faces were livid. They either cursed at the untouchables around them and ordered them to get out of the way so as not to disturb their safety.

Or they ran to the side of the sword-wielding disciples of the sect and shouted loudly to see the immortal master.

Later, it was obvious that the latter wanted to hug a thigh in an unfamiliar environment.

In the eyes of these people, the famous immortal master was the best target.

However, not long after, before they could react, accompanied by waves, a strong man from Daxia stepped out of the void.

As soon as Wu appeared, he released his aura to suppress the chaos without saying a word, and instantly stabilized the chaotic scene.

Then, just like the integration process of the small secret realm more than a dozen times before, he explained the situation and announced the solution.

During the whole process, he did not ask the wishes of these indigenous people at all, nor did he mean to give them freedom.

For Daxia, these are both supplementary forces and unstable factors.

No one can guarantee whether these indigenous people are mixed with ambitious people or hate Daxia.

If it were not for Lin Ping'an's request, the strong men of Daxia would rather keep most of the indigenous people in the small secret realm where they originally lived.

In their view, sending warriors to transform their thoughts, establish a new order, and guide some of them to integrate into Daxia by selection is the safest and most appropriate way.

Unfortunately, the decision-making power of the treatment is not in the hands of these Daxia strong men, and they will eventually act according to Lin Ping'an's thoughts.

Resistance is not resistance, and they can only endure and clean up the mess behind.

After all, the strong always have privileges.

As the strongest person in Daxia, Lin Pingan naturally has the power of dictatorship and veto.

Anyone, any organization, any force, needs to look at his face and act according to his ideas.

There are no exceptions.

If Lin Pingan is a strong person with a gentle personality, it would be fine, and he can do some small tricks secretly.

But from the past records.

Obviously, the other party is the kind of person who likes to do whatever he wants, and is decisive and cold-hearted.

Once disobeyed, death is the only choice.

In addition, we need to worry about whether Lin Pingan will vent his anger on others.

The way to treat such people is also very simple, just surrender and obey.

A fearless and powerful person deserves everyone's fear.

If you can't use force, you can only use soft means and hope to influence the other party.

At least, add a little more bond and a little more involvement, so that there will be a little chance to make a choice.

On the other hand, after hearing the speeches of the powerful people of Daxia, most of the lower classes were excited and wide-eyed, full of longing.

"What? Can I eat enough? Children can go to school? This is heaven!"

"Daxia? I want to be a Daxia person!"

"I can eat enough every meal, and no one can oppress me. Isn't this the hometown of Wusheng that Wusheng said?"

"Join! Must join! Can't let the baby suffer like me!"

"No need to be a slave, can't be afraid of being beaten to death!"

"..."

The oppressed were all full of joy, but the nobles who were the immediate beneficiaries were very angry.

"What? Ridiculous! It's ridiculous! These peasants are equal to me? What a joke!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I don't agree! I firmly disagree! A servant is a servant. He will be my servant for the rest of his life. He is my man in life and my ghost in death."

"So what about Daxia? Our Chen Dynasty has three immortals. It's wishful thinking to use magic to confuse us! A mere demon from Daxia can be destroyed with a wave of the hand."