The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 438 Red Dragon Mount
This kind of purgatory-like torture is really too painful.

Although for those who have practiced the Phoenix Regeneration Technique, as long as their spiritual consciousness is alive, or there is a drop of true blood left, they can be resurrected and reborn, the process in between is really painful.

His mind became erratic, and the purple figure on the immortal platform was motionless, trapped in the fire of the death curse.

Xiao Ping'an knew that he was able to hold on, not only because his physique and soul were strong enough, but also because of the mysterious black paper boat and the white bone stick. Although they had almost no reaction, they allowed him to hold on in this terrible situation.

Blood kept coming out of his mouth and he was almost fainting. The fire of his life was very dim and was almost extinguished.

Exactly seventy days passed.

Rumble.

Suddenly, there were lightning and thunder in this area, strong winds blew, and an extremely fierce sea of ​​thunder fell from the sky.

Xiao Ping'an actually survived the tribulation.

Yes, the terrible death curse did not kill him, but instead made him take the second step while he was dying.

This is really incredible. After seventy days, he was not refined to death, but instead, with the help of the power of the curse, he went further.

Rumble.

Above the Great King and below the Saint, how terrifying is the second step?
This heavenly calamity surpassed all previous ones, and the calamity it triggered was terrifying.

An eternal divine light seemed to emerge from Xiao Ping'an's dry body.

He was truly resurrected.

He entered a higher realm.

The vast and boundless sea of ​​thunder is endless, and the powerful natural calamity is terrifying.

This is a sea of ​​lightning, terrifying and boundless.

Such a terrible heavenly tribulation, I am afraid that even ordinary saints will not experience such a violent heavenly tribulation.

This is a boiling ocean of thunder, a world of thunder. Countless thunders descended at the same time, and each one was extremely terrifying.

Xiao Ping'an used thunder to baptize his body and soul in order to dissolve this terrible curse.

He even took the opportunity to seize the precious thunder tribulation fluid, introduced it into his body, and thoroughly baptized his flesh.

The eternal light blooms to fight against this shocking catastrophe.

The sound of a dragon and a phoenix singing in harmony could be heard from far away.

Around Xiao Ping'an's body, the phoenix was flying, the real dragon was circling, and the unicorn was looking up at the sky. Three fairies appeared, dazzling and brilliant.

Essence from all directions surged in like water, and countless starlight in the thunder gathered into his body, repairing his body.

Xiao Ping'an's body recovered quickly, his flesh and blood became crystal clear and shiny, his broken bones recovered quickly, and his whole body was like colorful glass, flawless.

In the end, all the thunder was swallowed up by Xiao Ping'an.

A figure like Thor stood in the void, with flying black hair and a body shining with precious light, looking extremely sacred.

This time it was too dangerous and Xiao Ping'an almost died.

After recovering, Xiao Ping'an began to track the traces of the old dragon and Long Ritian.

"Well, you two are really lucky!" Xiao Ping'an quickly spotted the two men.

He found that the two were still alive, and they were tightly hugging the bamboo that had become thicker and thicker.

Although most of it was broken into pieces, it still protected the two people like a huge canoe.

This prevented them from turning into ashes in the lightning and dying from the curse.

There were several broken pieces around their bodies, obviously their weapons of enlightenment and the holy weapons on their bodies had been broken into pieces. All the treasures on their bodies had been destroyed.

Now all that's left of him is this broken fragment of the holy weapon, the Thunder-Repelling Bamboo.

"You... are not dead?" The old dragon and Long Ritian looked as if they had seen a ghost.

They looked at Xiao Ping'an approaching and immediately became desperate.

All their weapons were damaged, and they were able to block the thunder and curse.

But they were already seriously injured, and under the terrible curse, they were almost disabled. Now they couldn't even move, and were just struggling in their death throes.

After all, not everyone can go further like Xiao Ping'an.

They looked at Xiao Ping'an, who was full of energy and vitality, and his aura became even stronger. How desperate it made people feel.

Xiao Ping'an casually shot out a ray of light, breaking the immortal platform between the old dragon's eyebrows. This former saint died here in such a cowardly and depressed way.

Xiao Ping'an extracted all the saintly essence from his body.

After all, he was a saint of the Red Dragon clan. Although he had just entered the initial stage of sainthood, he had been sealed for tens of thousands of years. Now he came out to be a protector for others, but he died in frustration.

His saintly origin was still okay, but his body had long been contaminated by the curse. If he wanted to refine a holy weapon, it would be a disaster to carry it with him. Xiao Ping'an casually threw it to the edge of the Tianhe River, taking advantage of every opportunity he had.

Then Xiao Ping'an captured Long Ritian again and searched his soul carefully.

I originally wanted to kill him, but then I thought it might be useful when exploring the yellow mud coffin, so I left it here for the time being.

"Long Ritian, you are a young red dragon. I haven't eaten dragon meat yet. After I'm done with you, I'll take the dragon meat from your body and taste it!" Xiao Ping'an threatened.

"Show your true form as a dragon right now and let me ride on it!"

Then Xiao Ping'an used Long Ritian, the red dragon, as his mount and the broken Thunder-Repelling Bamboo as a bamboo whip, constantly whipping Long Ritian to make him walk faster.

A month later, Xiao Ping'an finally arrived at the deepest part of the Milky Way.

In a trance, he saw a huge coffin and all the river water flowed towards the coffin.

"Is this the legendary yellow mud coffin?"

The front was hazy, with divine light shining, thunder roaring, and layers of yellow haze making the place blurry and mysterious.

Ten miles away, a yellow mud coffin as big as a hill, thousands of meters high, sat in the void.

The mighty river of heaven flowed around the coffin and immediately disappeared without a trace.

Of course, this scene looks very blurry and not real.

Because there were countless curse runes, a kind of sacred light, and terrible thunder intertwined together, and there were countless yellow hazes that blocked his sight and blocked his heavenly eyes.

But Xiao Ping'an was sure that there was the legendary yellow mud coffin.

Xiao Ping'an's mount is a huge red dragon.

His body was covered in red gleaming scales, his blood was vigorous, and the dragon horns on his head looked almost identical to real dragon horns.

More importantly, the curse on him disappeared completely when Xiao Ping'an almost smashed the Thunder-Repelling Bamboo.

At this moment, Long Ritian was almost like he had seen a ghost. He couldn't believe that after being severely beaten by Xiao Ping'an, the curse on his body was actually removed.

I couldn't believe that I could get so close to the yellow mud coffin.

Long Ritian felt scared in his heart. He and the sage ancestor of his clan, relying on the magical Thunder-Repelling Bamboo, had gone through countless hardships, but had never gotten so close.

He was very puzzled. Why could Xiao Ping'an, who looked ordinary, fight against such a terrible curse?

(End of this chapter)