The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 317 Demon Soldier
Even though the Haiyue Holy Land has accumulated so many holy weapons over the years, it only has a few of them. Even so, it is already ranked among the top among the major holy places and families.

Ordinary holy places and noble families have one or two holy weapons, which is already extraordinary as the foundation of Meizhong.

Based on the perfection of the second secret realm of Xiantai, Xiao Ping'an took the third step, and his strength increased again.

With the help of this heavenly calamity, not only did he get rid of a group of old men, he also successfully obtained nine drops of thunder liquid, and by the way, he also seized a holy weapon. It was really a triple blessing.

Xiao Pingan took out the magic mirror and said, "This is a genuine holy weapon. Although I don't know if it is a weapon of a saint, a saint king, or even a great saint, it is indeed a genuine holy weapon."

"Based on my perception and multiple deductions, although he is somewhat damaged, the weapon god still exists and has not perished. He has just fallen into the deepest state of sleep. It is still possible to wake him up and repair him."

Lu Wushuang took the magic mirror and looked carefully at the cracks on it.

Gently stroking the magic mirror, he said with some heartache: "I don't know what kind of tragic battle it was that left this magic mirror damaged. How wonderful it would be if it was intact."

Xiao Pingan said with a smile: "If the weapon god had not fallen into a deep sleep, he would not have been subdued by the giant snake and would not have fallen into our hands in the end."

Xiao Ping'an obtained another holy weapon. He was so lucky.

There are many people who are as powerful as him but don't even have the king's magic weapon in their hands, let alone the materials to refine the holy weapon.

Although this magic mirror holy weapon is a little damaged, its material, the remaining Taoist patterns on it, and the sleeping weapon god can all prove that it is a treasure.

Ye Qiu asked curiously: "This holy weapon looks as black as ink. I wonder what material it is made of. Why is it called a magic mirror?"

"Yeah, it doesn't look like a demon weapon!" Lu Wushuang's face was also full of doubts.

Xiao Ping'an looked at the two of them with a smile, took the magic mirror, silently activated his divine power, and activated the magic mirror.

Rumble.

Suddenly, an extremely tragic evil spirit appeared on the magic mirror, causing people's bodies and souls to tremble involuntarily.

It was as if a prehistoric beast had broken free from its seal and came into this world, wreaking havoc with endless murderous intent.

"This..." Lu Wushuang and Ye Qiu were shocked. They almost fell to their knees when the terrifying aura burst out.

The dark magic mirror in Xiao Ping'an's hand turned into a dark and eerie mirror that was captivating and emitted an extremely tragic aura.

This mirror, made of mysterious black metal, seems to be alive. It is filled with murderous aura, creepy and exudes a daunting power.

"It really deserves to be called a magic soldier. I wonder which devil refined this magic mirror!"

"This is definitely a holy weapon handed down from generation to generation, a weapon refined by a great saint!"

"Only by killing countless lives, with blood flowing like a river and corpses piled up like a mountain, and seizing the spirituality of countless lives, can this kind of magic soldier be trained!"

This pitch-black magic mirror was filled with murderous aura and flashed with a cold luster, like a ferocious monster, emitting an incomparably tragic aura.

It was as heavy as a mountain. Fortunately, Xiao Ping'an had already begun to refine it, otherwise, if he held it in his hand, the weight would have been really touching.

Xiao Ping'an's whole body was shining with brilliant lightning and seven-colored lightning. The magic mirror was as black as ink, forming a sharp contrast. It exuded murderous intent like a vast ocean, and there were terrifying energy fluctuations.

A pitch-black mist emanated, accompanied by a strange demonic sound like the howling of ghosts and wolves, which pierced through gold and split rocks, making people's scalps numb and their ears tinnitus and ears explode.

"Yes, it should be a holy weapon handed down from generation to generation, and it is also a magic weapon!" Xiao Pingan said with a smile.

There are several levels of holy soldiers, related to various influences.

For example, the levels of saints, whether they are saint kings, great saints or ordinary saints, the power of the weapons they refine is obviously very different.

The materials used in refining weapons also have a huge impact.

A holy weapon like this one generally requires top-quality materials and the saint's cultivation must be strong enough.

If the material is not good enough, it will face the problem of continuous degradation. Perhaps after tens of thousands of years, it will be degraded into a king's magic weapon.

This is also one of the reasons why there are so many broken holy soldiers in this world.

The holy weapons handed down today are basically those passed down by the Great Sage.

Because the Great Sage is powerful enough, he can obtain more and better materials.

However, many of the weaker holy soldiers were destroyed in various terrible battles and in the erosion of long years.

Xiao Ping'an carefully sensed the charm of the Tao on the magic mirror. He was not sure at first. But now, after two supreme elders personally identified it, they confirmed that it was a holy weapon handed down from generation to generation, not passed down by an ordinary saint.

Although Lu Wushuang and Ye Qiu are not as good as Xiao Ping'an in terms of combat power, they have not lived in vain for so many years. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are knowledgeable and experienced, and they are truly worthy of the title.

If this holy weapon could be repaired, Xiao Ping'an would have two great holy weapons in his hands.

He handed over the black divine tower he obtained to the Haiyue Holy Land. After being carefully refined by the powerful people in the sect, it was confirmed that it was also a holy weapon handed down from generation to generation.

This is the news that Lu Wushuang and Ye Qiu just brought.

Xiao Ping'an was very satisfied after hearing the news. The growth of Haiyue Holy Land was definitely good news for him.

It takes three to make a hero. Without the support of a strong enough force, it would be very difficult to make it to the end.

Why did the Demon King Xue Yueqing, when he finally achieved enlightenment, set foot on the ancient starry sky road for hundreds and thousands of years without going back to see his sweetheart?

Isn't it just worrying about attracting the attention of the enemy and bringing unpredictable disasters to your relatives and friends?

So before Xiao Ping'an set foot on the Ancient Starry Sky Road, he felt that he should try his best to enhance the strength and foundation of the Haiyue Holy Land.

With Xiao Ping'an's current strength, if he uses the holy weapon, he can only exert a small part of his true strength.

Unless he can communicate with the dragon veins of the earth at any time and use the endless power of the earth veins to activate it, there will be many limitations.

Xiao Ping'an just tried it and almost all of the divine power in his body was consumed. With his own strength and current cultivation level, it is indeed difficult for him to use his full strength.

Many holy places and aristocratic families that possess holy weapons or even quasi-imperial weapons cannot use their magical weapons at home as they please because the restriction is too great.

The consumption is really too great. The higher the level of the weapon, the greater the consumption. It would be a joke if you drain yourself instead of killing the enemy.

"Son of Ping'an, this time you killed so many masters at once. You should be careful when you go out to prevent some unruly people from targeting you!" Lu Wushuang said.

(End of this chapter)