"What? Kill 20,000 copies of Misaka Mikoto in a row can become a third-level powerhouse. Isn't this nonsense?"

When Yan Xiaobei understood what the so-called absolute ability plan was, he suddenly had a black line. Killing 20,000 people could become a third-level strongman. It would be too simple.

Although this plan seems to be well-known and has a lot of arguments, in Yan Xiaobei's opinion, it is nonsense.

It would be incredible if the third-level strongman really made such a breakthrough.

After a burst of ridicule, Yan Xiaobei felt that he was angry.

As a Buddhist disciple, Yan Xiaobei himself is not a person who sacrifices himself to cut his flesh and feeds the eagle, but at least he still has some compassion in his heart.

So no matter what you do, you will never do it.

If it can be resolved with peaceful means, it will never be driven by violence.

When encountering unfair things, you will also take care of them, and when encountering people in difficulties, you will also help them.

Now that I heard that the purpose of 20,000 Misaka Mikoto was created was to be killed, I suddenly became angry. Although they were cloned, they still had 20,000 living lives.

Now that there are no one knows how many people have died, Yan Xiaobei feels endless anger rises from the bottom of his heart.

If the Buddha gets angry, he will turn back into Shura.

"Go back to the school city and stop this nonsense plan." Yan Xiaobei pulled Atsuki Jibu and instantly returned to the school city.

The school city is super large, and even Yan Xiaobei's divine thoughts cannot cover the entire city. What's more, he himself does not know the executor of this plan. One side passes.

Even Misaka Mikoto, Yan Xiaobei has never seen it.

The population of Academic City is 2.3 million. It is definitely not easy to find a pass among these people and Mikoto Misaka.

Fortunately, Aki Yuki knew two people and described to Yan Xiaobei, "One side pass is a man with red eyes and white hair, while Misaka Mikoto is a tea-haired middle school student wearing a Toshiba uniform."

Teafa middle school student?

Yan Xiaobei's heart was thrilled, and suddenly he remembered a person. He once saw a tea-haired woman who called herself Misaka in a pharmaceutical factory. Could it be Misaka Mikoto.

"No, it's a copy." He described to Yubashi Taki carefully, and Yubashi Taki said lightly.

"It's good to have clues."

Yan Xiaobei's divine thoughts spread out, and the Academic City has a population of 2.3 million. Misaka Mikoto has 20,000 copies. Although some of them are dead, most of them are still alive. It is not easy to hide the 20,000 copies of Misaka Mikoto.

Yan Xiaobei swept his divine thoughts and hung across the school city like a storm. He immediately found a copy of Misaka Mikoto.

"Walk."

The next moment, Yan Xiaobei appeared in front of Mikoto Misaka's replica body with Yuki Atsuki.

"That's right, it's her." Yuki Hashi glanced at it and said sure.

"Who are you? Misaka was afraid but still asked without retreating." The Misaka duplicate who had a strange oral habit asked vigilantly when he saw a man and a woman who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Although Yan Xiaobei could not tell at all that she was wary of her face.

However, Yan Xiaobei, who had divine consciousness, heard a hint of undetectable tension in the other party's heart.

Yan Xiaobei carefully looked at the Misaka replica, exactly the same as the replica he saw in the pharmaceutical factory. His pupils were dull, he wore a night vision device on his head, and a sniper rifle in his hand. Standing on the roof, he seemed to be sniping someone.

Yan Xiaobei's heart moved. He turned his head and saw that in a supermarket not far below the roof, the supermarket door opened, and a girl with red eyes and white hair carrying coffee, slender limbs and no muscles walked out.

"That person is the one who passes through." Yan Xiaobei narrowed his eyes slightly and pointed to the woman with red eyes and white hair below and said.

Yuki Hashi glanced at him a few times, nodded and said, "That's right, it's just one side passes."

"You're not mistaken?" Yan Xiaobei asked incredible.

"No."

"Then didn't you say that one side passes is a man?" Yan Xiaobei asked.

"kindness."

"But that person is a woman." Yan Xiaobei looked at Jibiao Danxi with laughter and tears.

Yuiba Tamhi suddenly became uneasy and screamed: "No... impossible! How could he be a woman? No matter how you look at it, you are all a man."

"Although he is dressed up as a man, that person is undoubtedly a woman." Yan Xiaobei was confident that his spiritual thoughts would never go wrong. He "sees" clearly. If this person is really a member of the country, he is undoubtedly a woman.

In order to determine whether he had found the wrong person, Yan Xiaobei opened his eyes and looked at the side of the road.

The body passing by was emitting a rich black light, and it was shiny.

It seemed that there were countless evil spirits and ghosts entangled him, constantly pestering her, but these evil spirits and ghosts could not get close to one side, and it seemed that something had blocked them.

Yan Xiaobei could see clearly that these unjust souls were all the replicas of Misaka Mikoto.

In other words, these people died at the hands of this woman.

Yan Xiaobei's eyes shrank slightly, locking in a pass.

Even if it is a woman, there are too many killings, and there are already a thousand replicas that die in her hands. In such killing, even any murderer will be at a disadvantage.

Even if a soldier who came out of the battlefield killed iron blood, he would still kneel down when he encountered this person passing by.

The gap between the two sides is too big.

Among the people Yan Xiaobei knew, except for a few super villains, almost none of them could compete with one side. There were too many people killed, and there were too many people that could no longer bear it.

Such a person will definitely go to hell after death and fall into the eighteen levels of hell, and will not die well.

Yan Xiaobei remembers a poem written like this: Killing one is a sin, and killing ten thousand is a hero, and killing nine million is a hero. - nonsense, it is completely nonsense.

Buddhist scriptures say that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

The preciousness of human life can be seen.

What is the one who kills nine million? It is the hero among the heroes. When is the murderer already equated with the heroes.

People like the one who passes the country have killed so many people. They have long been black and bright, and the light of merit has been lost to many, so they will definitely not die well.

Maybe in the next life, in the next life, or even in dozens of lives, it is impossible to become a human being.

The six realms of reincarnation, the realm of the Asura, the hungry ghosts and animals, is her destination.

But since Yan Xiaobei met her, she would naturally not let her continue to kill. "Look at the Misaka duplication, I'll go to the other party to pass."

Yan Xiaobei jumped off the roof and shot out like a cannonball when his feet landed on the ground.

"One side passes!" Yan Xiaobei shouted, like an arrow leaving the string, or a galloping shell, and rushed to the front of the other side passes in an instant.

At this time, when he heard Yan Xiaobei yelling, the side pass had just turned around and saw a fist constantly enlarging, enlarging, and then enlarging...

bump!

With an explosion, Yan Xiaobei flew backwards. His right arm was broken, but he stood in front of him without any damage.

"Who is you guy?" He was suddenly attacked. One party felt very angry, and the other party's fist was not merciless. If it weren't for his ability, his head would definitely explode if he punched.

Yan Xiaobei urged the rune to keep his arms intact.

"Forget it, no matter who you are, there is only one result in attacking me, and that is death." One side stomped on the ground with a kick, and the ground instantly cracked, and cracks were like fan-shaped, shattering towards Yan Xiaobei.

Yan Xiaobei snorted coldly, slapped his right hand, and the earth collapsed instantly and the cracks stopped.

He learned from Aki Yuki's superpowers...vector operation.

According to theoretical calculations, if one party has fully opened the passport, the earth can even stop rotating for five minutes.

What is this concept?

Even Yan Xiaobei couldn't do anything, and only a third-level god could do, the power to stop the earth from rotating, even Yan Xiaobei felt terrifying.

So Yan Xiaobei had already figured out a solution to deal with one side's passage.

If the physical attack is invalid, then use the spell.

"It's interesting, so interesting." One party laughed loudly, and threw the coffee in his hand at Yan Xiaobei. It was obviously coffee, but it was like a shell, exerting huge power, even tearing the air apart.

Yan Xiaobei avoided and Coffee smashed the wall behind him to pieces.

Fortunately, no one was injured.

Yan Xiaobei made seals with both hands and shouted, "Suppress!"

The invisible force squeezed from all directions, and one side thrust and kneeled down. However, this behavior obviously angered the other side. The other side roared, and the invisible binding force collapsed instantly.

Yan Xiaobei couldn't help but be surprised. Isn't even use spells?

No, it’s not that there is no one, but that the spells you use are wrong. You should not use this obviously stressful spell, but use some spells that are almost in the spiritual realm.

Yan Xiaobei felt that only this kind of spell could defeat one side of the road.

In terms of combat effectiveness, Yan Xiaobei felt that one side was obviously not under Iron Man, or under the Hulk, and could even match Superman. His combat effectiveness was decisively more than one thousand.

In terms of physical attacks, there are almost few that can harm one party.

However, in terms of spiritual magic and spells, one side is an outer man.

With his hands sealed again, Yan Xiaobei aimed at one of his passes and shouted, "Suppress the Demon!"

This is a pure mental attack. One side's passing brain suddenly became blank. Any calculation swept away like a cloud, and the body was stiff and unable to move.

Yan Xiaobei couldn't beat him, and sang over for the rest of his life. He had a crisp sound in his body. He flew out across the street, rolled a few times on the street, and stopped on a telephone pole.

Ahem...
Chapter completed!