"What, killing 20,000 copies of Mikoto Misaka in a row can become a third-level powerhouse, isn't it nonsense?"

When Yan Xiaobei knew what kind of plan the so-called absolute ability plan was, he was suddenly full of black lines, and killing 20,000 people could become a third-level powerhouse, which was too simple.

Although this plan seems to have a head and a face, and there are a lot of arguments, in Yan Xiaobei's opinion, it is nonsense.

It would be incredible if a third-level powerhouse was really so good at breaking through.

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

As a Buddhist disciple, Yan Xiaobei himself is not a person who is kind and wise, and sacrifices his life to cut meat to feed the eagle, but at least he has some compassion in his heart.

So no matter what you do, you won't do it absolutely.

If it can be resolved by peaceful means, it will definitely not be driven by violence.

When you encounter injustices, you will take care of them, and you will help people who are in difficulty.

Now I heard that 20,000 copies of Mikoto Misaka were created for the purpose of being killed, and I was immediately angry, although it was a clone, it was still 20,000 living lives.

Now that he doesn't know how many people have died, Yan Xiaobei feels boundless anger rising from the bottom of his heart.

If the Buddha is angry, he will return to incarnate as Shura.

"Go back to the school park city and stop this nonsense plan." Yan Xiaobei pulled the knot and returned to the school city in an instant.

The school city is huge, even if Yan Xiaobei's divine thoughts, it can't cover the entire city, not to mention, he himself doesn't know the executor of this plan. One side passes.

Even if it was Mikoto Misaka, Yan Xiaobei had never seen it.

The school city has a population of 2.3 million. It's definitely not easy to find a pass and Mikoto Misaka among these people.

But fortunately, the bidder knows two people. Xiang Yan Xiaobei described, "Yifang Tongtong is a man with red eyes and white hair, and Mikoto Misaka is a tea-haired junior high school student wearing a Tokiwadai uniform. ”

Tea hair middle school students?

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

"No, it's a replica." Carefully described it to the standard Danxi, and said lightly.

"It's good to have a clue."

Yan Xiaobei's thoughts are scattered, and the school city has a population of 2.3 million. There are 20,000 copies of Misaka Mikoto, and although some of them are dead, most of them are still alive, and it is not a simple matter to hide the 20,000 copies of Misaka Mikoto.

Yan Xiaobei's mind swept away, hanging through the school city like a storm, and immediately found a replica of Mikoto Misaka.

"Let's go."

In the next moment, Yan Xiaobei appeared in front of Mikoto Misaka's replica with the standard Danxi.

"That's right, it's her." Yubiao glanced at it. OK.

"Who are you, Misaka asked in fear but still didn't take a step." Misaka clones, who have strange mouth fetishes, asked vigilantly when they saw a man and a woman suddenly appearing in front of him.

Although from her face, Yan Xiaobei couldn't see any vigilance at all.

However, Yan Xiaobei, who had divine thoughts, heard a trace of imperceptible nervousness in the other party's heart.

Yan Xiaobei carefully looked at this Misaka replica, which was exactly the same as the replica he saw in the pharmaceutical factory. His eyes were dull, he wore a night vision device on top of his head, and he held a sniper rifle in his hand. Standing on the roof, it seems to be sniping at someone.

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

"That person is a pass." Yan Xiaobei's eyes narrowed slightly, and he pointed to the red-eyed and white-haired woman below and said.

Jiebiao glanced at it a few times, nodded and said, "That's right, it's a pass." ”

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

"Nope."

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

"Yes."

"But that person is a woman." Yan Xiaobei looked at the end of the bid with a smile and a smile.

Jiebiao Danxi suddenly became unsettled, and screamed: "No...... No way! How can he be a woman, no matter how you look at it, he is a man. ”

"Although it was dressed as a man, there was no doubt that the person was a woman." Yan Xiaobei is confident that his divine thoughts will never go wrong, he "sees" clearly, if this person is really a party, there is no doubt that it is a woman.

In order to determine whether he had found the wrong person, Yan Xiaobei opened the eye of the sky and glanced at the pass.

Fang Tongtong's body exudes a rich black light, black and shiny.

It seemed that there were countless ghosts and ghosts wrapped around his body, all the time, all the time, constantly pestering her, but these ghosts and ghosts could not get close to one side, as if something was blocking them.

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

That is, these people all died at the hands of this woman.

Yan Xiaobei's gaze shrank slightly, locking on one side.

Even if it is a woman, but there is a surplus of killing, there are already eight or nine thousand copies that have died in her hands, and such a killing, any murderous madman must bow down.

Even if it is a soldier who comes out of the battlefield, he will kneel when he encounters this side.

The gap between the two sides is too great.

Among the people Yan Xiaobei knew, except for a few supervillains, almost none of them could be comparable to one party, and there were too many people to kill, and the number of people was unbearable.

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

Yan Xiaobei remembered that there was a poem that was written like this, killing one is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand is a male, and slaughtering nine million is a male in a male -, it's all.

There are clouds in Buddhist scriptures, and saving a life is better than creating a seven-level floating slaughter.

The preciousness of human life can be seen.

What slaughtered nine million. That is, the male of the male, when. Murderers can already be equated with heroes.

People like Fang Tong killed so many people. It has already been dark and translucent, and the light of merit has been negative, and I don't know how much it is, and it is absolutely impossible to die well.

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

The six realms of reincarnation, the Shura Hungry Ghost Animal Dao, is her destination.

However, since Yan Xiaobei has encountered it, she will naturally not be allowed to continue to kill. "You look at the Misaka clone, I'll go to the other side."

Yan Xiaobei jumped off the roof, and the moment his feet hit the ground, he shot straight out like a cannonball.

"One passes!" Yan Xiaobei shouted, like an arrow off the string, and like a galloping cannonball, almost in an instant, he rushed to the front of the pass.

At this time, the party that heard Yan Xiaobei's angry shouting passed and just turned around. I saw a fist keep magnifying and magnifying and magnifying in front of me......

Touch!

With an explosion, Yan Xiaobei shot backwards and flew away. His right arm was broken, and he stood in front of him unscathed.

"What kind of person are you?" Suddenly attacked. One side felt that the fire was big, and the other party's fist was not merciful. If it weren't for their own ability, this punch would go down. Your own head will definitely blow up.

Yan Xiaobei urged the past runes to keep his arm intact.

"Forget it, no matter who you are, there is only one result of doing something to Uncle Ben, and that is death." One side stomped on the ground with one foot, and the earth instantly collapsed, and the cracks were like fans, cracking towards Yan Xiaobei.

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

He learned about the superpowers of one party from the knotted Tanxi...... Vector manipulation.

According to theoretical calculations, if one side is at full capacity, it can even stop the rotation of the earth for five minutes.

What is this concept?

What Yan Xiaobei can't do, what only a third-level god can do, the force that makes the earth stop rotating, even Yan Xiaobei feels terrifying.

So to deal with the passage of one party, Yan Xiaobei has already thought of a way.

If physical attacks don't work, use spells.

"Interesting, so funny." One party laughed heartily, and threw the coffee in his hand towards Yan Xiaobei, obviously it was coffee, but it was like a cannonball, emitting a huge power, and even tearing the air apart.

Yan Xiaobei dodged, and the coffee directly smashed the wall behind him to smithereens.

Fortunately, no one was injured.

Yan Xiaobei's hands were sealed, and he shouted, "Suppress!" ”

The invisible force squeezed from all directions, and one party knelt down with a plop, but this behavior obviously angered the other party, and one side roared, and the invisible binding force collapsed instantly.

Yan Xiaobei couldn't help but be taken aback, didn't even spells work?

No, it's not that there is no one, but the spell you use is wrong, and you shouldn't use this kind of spell that is obviously stressful, but use some spells that are close to the realm of the mind.

Yan Xiaobei felt that this kind of spell could defeat one party.

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

In terms of physical attacks, there are very few that can hurt a side of passing.

However, in terms of psychic magic, as well as spells, one party is an outsider.

His hands were sealed again, Yan Xiaobei aimed at one side and roared, "Suppress demons!" ”

This is a pure mental attack, and the brain of one party is suddenly blank, and any calculations are swept away like floating clouds, and the body is stiff and unable to move.

Yan Xiaobei couldn't go, he fanned over for the rest of his life, and there was a crisp sound, and one side of the traffic flew out of the road, rolled a few times on the street, and stopped on a telephone pole.

Ahem......

She spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, felt like her bones were broken several times, and her lack of exercise exposed her shortcomings at this moment, and this little hurt was enough to make her unable to continue fighting. (To be continued......)