The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 437 Death Curse
"We are too lazy to talk nonsense. Hand over the purple gourd and we may consider sparing your life!" Long Ritian said in a cold voice.

At this time, Long Ritian was in a very bad mood. The Thunder-Proof Bamboo Sacred Soldier that he had carefully prepared was almost destroyed, and he did not get the treasure he wanted. His heart was filled with anger.

Seeing such a good opportunity on the way back, I naturally would not let it go.

Although Xiao Ping'an also came here, just like them, as long as he had a treasure to ward off evil spirits, there was a high probability that he could hold on here.

"You will die if you don't pretend to be cool!" Xiao Ping'an was also very angry.

"Kill him! He is so stubborn!" Long Ritian sneered.

He is also a powerful great king, and a saint who has been suppressed to the level of half-saint. He feels that this is enough to deal with Xiao Ping'an.

"Fellow Daoist, please return the gourd to us immediately. We can still discuss everything." The old dragon stepped forward with a strange smile on his face as if he had been cursed.

"I wonder what the meat of your two red dragons tastes like. I have never eaten dragon meat." Xiao Ping'an said.

"You are looking for death!" Long Ritian was furious. He didn't want to waste time and just wanted to kill Xiao Ping'an as soon as possible.

However, what they didn't expect was that Xiao Ping'an actually took the initiative.

He opened the stopper of the gourd, then used all his strength to strike out with a big hand towards the golden sky river.

"stop it now!"

"Something bad happened!"

Long Qian and the old dragon were so frightened that they roared, grabbed the Thunder-Repelling Bamboo together, and fled into the distance.

They were pale and looked horrified.

"This is a lunatic!"

They thought Xiao Ping'an was seeking death. What would it matter even if he blocked the terrible lightning?
And there is also the terrible power of the curse, which will inevitably bring about a horrible disaster if it continues to linger.

Xiao Ping'an sneered without saying anything. After making a big handprint, he immediately flew into the small world of purple gourd.

Then he drove the purple gourd towards the two of them.

Rumble.

Terrible thunder roared, overlapping thousands and tens of thousands of times, wave after wave, endlessly.

There are also countless curse runes flooding this place.

"Ah...ah..."

Two terrible screams were heard in the distance; they were the screams of Old Jiaolong and Long Ritian.

Xiao Ping'an also felt creepy while hiding in the purple gourd.

This terrifying thunder was endless and weird, and was completely different from the heavenly tribulations he usually encountered.

The treasure gourd was shaking violently and roaring continuously.

The interior of the purple gourd was filled with purple mist, which was rising and countless runes of the Great Dao were flying.

He just punched Tianhe from a distance, but he didn't expect it to cause such terrible consequences.

This thunder carries a strange aura, and even a saint would not be able to withstand it.

Fortunately, this purple gourd is very mysterious. Perhaps it has been drifting in the Milky Way for endless years, and it can actually withstand such terrible thunder. Xiao Ping'an is temporarily safe hiding inside.

The lightning was endless and lasted for a whole day and night before the sky was filled with thunder and lightning and the sky returned to peace.

Xiao Ping'an waited for a while before carefully opening the stove lid, but he stumbled and fell to the ground.

It turned out that although the terrible thunder had dissipated, the terrible curse was still like a maggot attached to the bones, wrapping around the purple gourd in layers, waiting for him to come out.

A terrifying aura spread out and instantly locked onto Xiao Ping'an.

Rumble.

One curse rune after another exploded, transforming into one blazing light after another.

They formed a dark-black little man, only the size of a fist. One of his eyes was blood red, while the other was golden, which was very strange.

Although the villain is only the size of a fist, it is creepy.

"Oh no, the curse in the Milky Way is so terrible!" Xiao Pingan exclaimed.

The little black man seemed to be neither crying nor laughing. One of his eyes was shining with golden light, and the other was red as blood. He seemed to have crossed time and space. He could not be avoided or shaken off, and he pounced on Xiao Ping'an.

Rumble.

The brilliant light, the golden and bloody forces, instantly buried Xiao Ping'an inside.

A terrible curse broke out, as if hell was online, the terrible Yama Palace and Purgatory sank and floated, obliterating everything.

The curse in the sky, in addition to the bloody hell of Senluo, there is also the Yama Palace which looks golden and even sacred. Two completely different auras and completely different curses all emerged.

At this moment, Xiao Ping'an felt as if his heart was pierced by thousands of arrows.

This horrible death curse was about to come, destroying his soul and his body.

This is a strange force that is pervasive and almost irresistible.

This terrible curse goes straight to the source.

Rumble.

Xiao Ping'an's body shook violently, and the terrible death curse instantly entered his body.

All life was extinguished, and death was rising, almost destroying everything he had.

This death curse madly burned Xiao Ping'an's divine power and destroyed all his vitality. It continued to wreak havoc in his body, trying to transform him into a corpse and lead him into the Tianhe River.

This strange curse is hard to guard against, and once it locks on someone, there's no stopping them until they're dead.

Outside Xiao Ping'an's body, the divine form of a unicorn, the divine form of a phoenix, the divine form of a real dragon, and various strange visions emerged.

They are entangled with this death curse and continue to evolve.

One after another, the emperor's runes emerged and entered his body to suppress the terrible curse.

Taoist Scriptures, Sun Scriptures, Moon Scriptures, Demon King Scriptures, Heaven-Devouring Magic Arts, and Immortal Heaven Arts, a total of six sets of emperor runes, flowed in the body like mercury, constantly suppressing the terrible death curse.

They were shining like stars, constantly imprinting themselves into every cell of Xiao Ping'an, densely packed and as bright as the starry sky.

The terrible death curse was burning fiercely. It was formed by the most original power between heaven and earth. It was invisible and intangible. Even the runes of the emperor could not easily erase it and it could be erased in a short time.

Death curse runes appeared one after another on the surface of Xiao Ping'an's body, filled with death energy.

The whole body is trembling, and the sound of heaven is heard from the five secret realms of the human body.

He practiced Taoist scriptures and supplemented them with a variety of other scriptures, and possessed unparalleled knowledge of the mysteries of the Tao.

The sound of the scriptures was like thunder, and the curse could not be erased in a short period of time.

The heaven and earth were like a copper furnace, and the curse was like a blazing flame, madly burning Xiao Ping'an's body and refining his mind.

The black paper boat and the white bone stick, which had originally appeared very mysterious, were now calm and had no reaction. It was Xiao Ping'an who was attacked by the curse.

"What an unreliable bastard!"

An hour passed, two hours passed, a day and a night passed.

Xiao Ping'an actually held on.

He is not dead, he is still struggling.

A month passed, Xiao Ping'an's flesh and blood were almost burned out, and even his bones began to burn, but he was still alive.

Two months passed, and Xiao Ping'an's flesh and bones were almost burned, and his flesh and bones were almost dried up.

(End of this chapter)