The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 440 Yellow Mud Coffin
Xiao Ping'an had never eaten dragon meat with such pure blood.

Looking at the crystal clear dragon meat in the alchemy furnace and the crimson glow, he felt that the dragon meat must be very delicious.

It is also a nourishing tonic.

This is a fully-accomplished king-level dragon. After its bloodline has been continuously purified, it has far surpassed ordinary dragons.

At this moment, his whole body is full of treasures, an absolute great medicine of blood and flesh. If his blood is used to build the foundation for those disciples in the Lunhai Secret Realm, it will definitely be the best foundation-building material that ordinary practitioners can get.

Xiao Ping'an had once obtained the flesh and blood of a powerful Zhan Dao master to temper his body. Well, it was also the dragon blood of the Red Dragon King.

Now Xiao Ping'an has eaten the peerless genius of the Red Dragon King's lineage. If the Red Dragon King knew about this, he would probably go crazy, right?
"Dragon meat smells so good!"

An hour later, Xiao Ping'an began to eat with relish.

His mouth was full of red light as he ate. The meat was fresh and fragrant, very smooth, and melted in his mouth, with a special aroma.

"It's so delicious, it's worthy of being called dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat in the ground."

When Xiao Ping'an was still a mortal, he once ate donkey meat hotpot and regarded it as a delicacy.

Now that I can eat this pure dragon meat, it is indeed as delicious as donkey meat.

Xiao Ping'an was very satisfied. As a foodie, he was definitely qualified to taste the dragon meat.

It is fresh, tender, delicious and absolutely the best delicacy.

He took out the magic wine brewed by the Fire Monkey and took a sip of it.

Although this alchemy furnace looks only one meter high and seems to be just a medium-sized oven, it actually has a space formation inside that can accommodate a huge dragon body that is a thousand meters long.

Inside there is a billowing burning fire of Tao, as well as countless essences of heaven and earth, which refine all the essence of the dragon meat inside.

Xiao Ping'an seemed to have forgotten that he was a cultivator and was now just a foodie with a voracious appetite.

He ate voraciously, and in a short while he had eaten most of the dragon meat, which was enough to make even the biggest eater feel ashamed.

Even though Xiao Ping'an was already a great king, after swallowing most of the dragon meat, all the pores on his body began to emit divine energy.

Obviously, this tonic was indeed a bit too much.

Although his strength is not as good as Xiao Ping'an, he is indeed a tonic.

The curse ahead was very terrible, and he could use the dragon meat to nourish his body.

After he had eaten all the dragon meat, he stepped forward and walked forward.

The road ahead is very special. The power of the curse keeps multiplying, becoming suffocatingly powerful. Even someone as strong as Xiao Ping'an will have to fight desperately.

When it came to the last section of the journey, the curse was like a torrential rain of blood, almost drowning Xiao Ping'an.

The source of all the curses turned out to be this yellow mud coffin.

The closer he got, the more difficult it became to bear the curse.

The higher the realm, the greater the potential, and the more terrible the stakes.

One step, two steps, three steps, dozens of steps, hundreds of steps...

Xiao Ping'an's whole body was crackling and seemed to be about to explode.

My blood was boiling, but even so, I still felt a deep sense of fatigue.

It took him a whole week to walk the final distance, during which he kept stopping to dissolve the curse and struggled against the horrible curse here.

There were terrible lightning bolts falling one after another.

Every time, blood would splash out. This strange thunder could hurt his body.

This place is filled with spiritual energy, lightning, and dense curses.

Xiao Ping'an only had a dozen steps to go and would reach the yellow mud coffin.

On top of the coffin, there were hundreds of strange plants and a page of red paper, shining brightly, as if it was made of phoenix blood and red gold. Xiao Ping'an's heart was pounding. If nothing unexpected happened, this might be the phoenix blood and red gold page that carried the secret inheritance of the word "zhe".

He was very excited and encouraged.

There were only a dozen steps left to reach the yellow mud coffin. Xiao Ping'an felt that the pressure was too great. This curse really had no solution. His body was about to collapse, and the loss of his energy was astonishing.

"Just treat this as a practice..." Xiao Ping'an said to himself.

He calmed himself down and sat cross-legged here, treating the terrible curse and thunder as a test for himself.

As soon as his mindset changed, he immediately became calm.

No matter how terrible or harsh the environment, he regards it as a kind of training. He wants to surpass himself and feel the power of thunder and lightning here.

Move forward slowly, step by step, practicing and gaining enlightenment, feeling the charm of the Tao, and moving forward.

It took a full month to finally arrive in front of this huge yellow mud coffin.

This coffin looks very casually made, as if someone had carelessly molded it out of yellow mud.

But it exudes a terrifying aura, as if it has existed for endless years.

The river was surging and roaring, but after it came around the yellow mud coffin, it disappeared inexplicably, as if it had all flowed into the space of the yellow mud coffin.

There are countless great Dao runes flashing on it, which is very scary.

This yellow mud coffin exudes a kind of aristocratic aura.

It was a feeling of blood and fire, sin and punishment.

As if it shouldn't exist in this world!

This was Xiao Ping'an's biggest feeling after coming into contact with the yellow mud coffin.

From time to time, such a yellow mud coffin would emit blood-colored runes and blood-colored lightning, penetrating through the nine heavens and ten earths.

"Who made such a coffin?"

"Who is buried in the tomb?"

“Is there a world buried inside?”

Xiao Ping'an felt severe pain all over his body and was covered in cold sweat. He sat cross-legged beside the coffin with difficulty, feeling inexplicable pressure.

He opened his third eye and used it with all his strength, trying to see through the fog on the coffin and observe everything on it.

"What is that?..." Xiao Ping'an opened his eyes wide and looked at the middle of the coffin in surprise.

There was a red area and a terrible pool of blood.

It was as if endless wronged souls were wailing and countless evil spirits were flying and wandering inside, as if it was filled with blood and fire.

It seemed to contain an endless catastrophe of killing, with countless creatures wailing. There seemed to be a world inside the snow, with a surging blood-colored fog and a bright red color.

In a trance, I seemed to see human heads floating up and down in the blood, and corpses flying in the sky.

It was just a pool of blood, but it seemed as if a terrifying demon was standing there.

Xiao Ping'an was very surprised. That chaotic and evil aura made him feel very uncomfortable.

It made his blood feel like it was about to burst out of his body and be swallowed by the blood.

Blood-red lightning was flying, lingering around the pool of blood.

The wind and thunder rumbled, as if God was angry, wanting to destroy the pool of blood.

This is extremely strange, as if this blood should not appear in the world and is not tolerated by the entire heaven and earth. It seems like there is a forbidden area there.

Xiao Ping'an was horrified by what he saw.

(End of this chapter)