Chapter 422 The Class War Will Never End. Daxia Is Preparing for War, and a New Storm Has Emerged.

Perhaps the ants from the main human race over there can be used as waste.

As thoughts surged in his mind, Lin Pingan's original idea of ​​leaving immediately to destroy these ant-like guys in one fell swoop was quietly extinguished.

At the same time, another idea quietly prevailed.

That is to use these powerful people from the aristocratic sects of the main human race as the content of the second trial.

As for how many casualties will be caused by the fierce battles between warriors in this process, he did not care at all.

On the road to pursuing the strongest, every hesitation and retreat may lead to eternal damnation. This is a cruel and true law-if you don't advance, you will retreat.

What's more, warriors are about fighting, fighting with the sky, fighting with the earth, and fighting with people.

For hundreds of years, hasn't Daxia been instilling this kind of thinking to all martial arts practitioners!

Now, it just happens to be perfectly in line with it.

What's more, from beginning to end, Lin Pingan was not Daxia's personal nanny.

The role he plays is not that of a person who cleans up the mess and resists the wind and rain for civilization all the time.

His existence is more like a guide and guardian, not a simple shelter.

Daxia civilization is like a towering tree.

If you want to flourish and take root, you must experience wind and rain, and you must absorb nutrients from hardships and setbacks to make your own texture more resilient.

Only in this way can you stand proudly and independently in the torrent of time.

Any attempt to replace the self-growth and experience of civilization may make this civilization fall into a fragile situation like a greenhouse flower.

Therefore, instead of watching various crises erupt unpredictably, it is better to strategize and lay out cleverly.

In a more stable and controllable way, lead Daxia to challenges and face difficulties.

At this moment, Lin Ping'an has completely emerged from a chess piece in the chess game and successfully transformed into the one who controls the chess game.

The chess players who were once high above have now become chess pieces manipulated on this huge chessboard, just like his former role.

Lin Ping sat quietly in the center of the villa's living room, his deep eyes seemed to reflect countless crisscrossing chess paths.

Each chess piece carries its own life and destiny.

Under his control, attack or defense, advance or retreat, all affect the trend of the entire chess game invisibly.

This chess game is vast and extremely complicated, but in it, no one can play against him on an equal footing.

After his strength leaped to the ninth heaven, he has become like a black hand hidden behind the scenes, controlling the overall situation.

Every subtle movement may affect the changes in the whole world.

It is also like the axis of the world, which can determine the birth and death of all things in a single thought.

In a moment, countless intertwined destiny trajectories can be woven.

Those creatures living in this world, no matter how strong or weak, high or low, cannot escape the seemingly invisible but omnipresent influence.

In this grand duel with life as chess and destiny as the game, Lin Pingan has already surpassed everything.

And he was quietly observing this endless game with an aloof attitude.

On the other hand, those strong men of the main human race did not know that they had silently become pawns.

Their tragic ending had already ended.

Then, with a slight thought, he sent a message.

Then, he immersed himself in practicing the "Chaos Demon God Visualization Method" again, constantly improving his mental power.

Those trivial matters were not worth his special treatment, nor did they need to take up too much time.

Just observe quietly and watch the nursery grow.

At the same time, in a solemn and solemn building located in a bustling city.

Zhang Zheng, the president of the Martial Arts Association, was concentrating on handling a mountain of official business.

At this moment, a look of shock suddenly flashed across his majestic and resolute face.

It was as if a stone was thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples.

In the spacious and bright office, sunlight shines on the wall of honor through the French windows.

The maps that symbolize the glorious history of Daxia martial arts shine in the sun, forming a sharp contrast with the shock on his face at this moment.

Just at that moment, a group of information suddenly appeared in his mind like a bolt from the blue.

The content is shocking, and it is related to the secrets of the main vein human race and the power of the aristocratic family.

This information came so abruptly, but it was so clear, as if someone had directly implanted a memory into his mind.

Faced with this sudden change, Zhang Zheng's heart was ups and downs.

But years of calmness still made him calm down quickly.

For this abnormality, a short moment of thinking can be understood.

In the entire Daxia territory, except for the mysterious and unfathomable old monster who goes by the alias Lin Ping'an.

No one else can do this.

The existence of that old monster is like a dark cloud hanging over the Daxia martial arts world.

It is both a deterrent and a shelter in another sense.

Of course, this information will not be false.

Because the other party has no need to deceive.

After a breath, Zhang Zheng closed his eyes and concentrated, sorting out the information that emerged in his mind again.

Every word is like a key, trying to open a secret treasure chest hidden deep in the years.

As time passed, and with a deep interpretation of this information, Zhang Zheng's expression gradually became more solemn.

The main human race with sects and aristocratic families dominating the power?

How many exploration teams went deep in secret?

A large number of strong men stationed hundreds of millions of miles away from the light film?

…

A moment later, inside the office.

The originally quiet air suddenly surged with subtle spatial fluctuations, as if there were invisible forces moving through it.

The air in front of him was slightly distorted, with ripples appearing in circles like ripples on the water.

Immediately afterwards, the spatial fluctuations suddenly intensified, like a portal quietly opening.

The next moment, two figures suddenly appeared in the ripples.

It is the other two who are known as the Big Three of Great Xia with Zhang Zheng - Qin Hai of the Ministry of Education, and Feng Wu of the Military Ministry.

Qin Hai was dressed in a straight military uniform as always, with majesty and depth between his brows.

Feng Wu, on the other hand, was dressed in a capable military uniform and had a heroic appearance. The two appeared at the same time, and the atmosphere instantly became more tense and solemn.

Obviously, the appearance of the two people was not accidental, but they knew something.

Zhang Zheng raised his head, and the three of them looked at each other, although they hadn't spoken yet.

But his eyes showed his intention.

After a breath, a cold and heavy voice sounded in the office.

Zhang Zheng: "Have you all received the message?"

Feng Wu: "Yes! Got it!"

Qin Hai: "It's about the main human race! We have to be on guard! These guys are coming with bad intentions!"