The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 480: The Supreme Power Dongfang Hen

Xiao Ping'an had once heard of the six-syllable mantra of Buddhism, which had the power to create the world and was full of mysteries.

It contains the great power, great wisdom, and great compassion in the universe. If it is cultivated to the highest level, it can subdue all gods and demons.

He was inspired by this and, based on his understanding of the Thunder Road, he evolved the two-word Thunder Mantra.

scold! Tah!
This represents Xiao Bian's new and higher understanding of the Way of Thunder.

The power of Xiao Ping'an's roar caused the entire mountain range to collapse.

Except for the ancient village that he had carefully protected, which remained intact, the surrounding mountains and rivers were in ruins.

"Run away!"

"This man is invincible!"

The Centipede King roared desperately, but was suppressed by Xiao Ping'an's thunderous voice and could hardly make a sound.

Xiao Ping'an's roar shattered mountains and rivers.

When everything quieted down, the entire demon army became scattered.

Whether it was their flags, their chariots, their warships, or their powerful demon warriors, there were almost no intact ones, and they were basically reduced to ashes.

Not long ago, dark clouds rolled in and evil spirits rose to the sky, as if they were going to tear heaven and earth apart, as if a hundred thousand demon soldiers and generals from the demon clan's heavenly court had descended here.

But now it is a bleak and miserable scene, with all the monsters exploding in the sky like fireworks.

Except for the warship that the Centipede King was riding on, all other warships had been shattered.

At this time, all the monsters looked ashen. They looked at the blood and gore everywhere, and they were all trembling with fear and full of frustration.

Just now they set up a formation to trap the human village, but now it was like a dog cage, locking them all in.

They built the cage with their own hands and sealed themselves in it.

This place seemed to have turned into a huge cage.

There was a pop.

Xiao Ping'an grabbed the Centipede King and crushed him to death, turning him into a ball of bloody mud, with both his body and soul destroyed.

The three great kings who were in the lead were all extremely arrogant monsters. Just now they looked down upon everyone with disdain, wanting to massacre this group of uncivilized primitive barbarians, but now they died miserably one by one.

Xiao Ping'an didn't care at all, as if he had pinched three little chicks to death, or crushed a nest of ants with the corner of his mouth. He didn't care at all.

Those were three great kings, and yet they were ignored by Xiao Ping'an and died without any dignity.

Just now they were playing with these humans like a cat playing with a mouse, but now in the blink of an eye, retribution has come upon them.

There are still some monsters that are not dead, their faces are pale or their bodies are trembling.

This is a powerful human who is like a great devil, making all the monsters tremble.

Those monsters who were still alive were extremely frightened and uneasy. They wished they could dig a hole in the ground and escape immediately.

"Holy Son, this group of big monsters were destroyed in the blink of an eye. It seems that this is the battle that will make you famous in Beidou! These monsters get a bargain!" Ye Qiu smiled.

After hearing this, the monsters felt extremely upset.

They were humiliated and despised time and time again.

"What we have to do today is to kill all these monsters!" Xiao Ping'an said very calmly.

He strikes again.

He crushed a warship with one foot, smashed a king's magic weapon with one punch, and one surviving monster after another was turned into a bloody mist and all blasted to ashes.

"It's a pity that the Holy Son's famous battle has the opportunity to be recorded in history by this bunch of trash!" Lu Wushuang shook his head with a look of disdain.

Ye Qiu didn't say anything else. He was collecting broken pieces of weapons and the treasures left behind after the monster exploded.

Yes, in this world, treasures are usually hidden in the small universe inside the body, but when killed, they will really drop treasures just like monsters in the game.

Piece after piece of blood flowers bloomed, dyeing the sky red.

It was not until an hour later that everything calmed down.

There were devastation everywhere, blood and bones of the demons, and fragments of their weapons.

Xiao Ping'an activated the secret of the word "Zhe" and easily expelled the curse runes on the three old men. The tremendous life force quickly helped them recover.

"Thank you three fellow Taoists for your help!" Three old men stepped forward to express their gratitude.

Other people in the ancient village were also very grateful.

They all gathered around, and I remember looking at Xiao Pingan and the other two.

Through questioning, we learned that this group of barbarians all had the surname Dongfang.

Xiao Ping'an's heart moved. The Nanling barbarian tribe, these people couldn't be from 50,000 years later.

The ancestor of Dongfang Ye and Dongfang Man, right?

In terms of time and place, it's really a coincidence.

Dongfang Ye is a good friend of classmate Ye. He joined Ye Fan’s heavenly court and followed Ye Fan all the way through battles.

Xiao Ping'an was also very happy that he had accidentally saved Dongfang Ye's ancestor.

From these people, Xiao Ping'an also heard some childhood stories of Dongfang Qiubai, the peerless genius among the barbarians. He was indeed worthy of being a genius.

He has ancient barbarian blood, has been gifted since childhood, and possesses unparalleled supernatural powers.

He has been able to hunt wild dragons and tigers on his own since he was a child, and has survived many life-and-death crises.

In the eyes of the villagers, Dongfang Qiubai, who went out to explore the world, is a legend and an idol for the young people in the village.

. . . . . .

When Xiao Ping'an was cleaning up the battlefield, he discovered the human who was trying to record the video.

But Xiao Ping'an did not want to become famous through this, so he destroyed the image, then cut off part of the man's memory, and let him go.

. . . . . .

From this day on, this news began to spread in Nanling.

The barbarian tribe that has been in seclusion for many years is about to come out!

Some people said that he saw with his own eyes the great king among the barbarians, killing one demon king after another.

The terrible battle scene is unforgettable.

In fact, many people do not believe that the ancient tribe, which has always been regarded as primitive barbarians and has been living in seclusion in the wild jungles of Nanling, actually has so many powerful people hidden there.

. . . . . .

"These monsters are going too far!"

"They lost the battle against the humans in the Eastern Wilds, and now they are taking their anger out on us, the barbarian tribes in the Southern Mountains!"

"We must take revenge. We can't let these monsters think we are weak and can be bullied!"

Xiao Ping'an and others received a warm reception, and the three ancestors said this to Xiao Ping'an.

. . . . . .

Deep in the mountains and forests, an extremely strong young man, wearing an animal skin battle suit and holding a wolf-tooth club, roared loudly.

At this moment, he turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the ancient village.

"Who is this evildoer who dares to invade our village?..."

He carried a wild dragon that was hundreds of meters long, crossed one cliff after another, and flew quickly towards the village.

Xiao Ping'an had already sensed a rapidly approaching aura from afar.

The energy and blood that surged into the sky was full of wildness, just like a sleeping primeval beast awakening.

Ye Qiu strolled around outside the village, looking for weapon fragments.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the young man rushed in front of him.

Looking at the dilapidated village, he swung his wolf-tooth club and hit Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu, a powerful warrior of the sword path, looked at the young man who was at the highest level of power and gently stretched out his hand, trying to grasp the mace.

(End of this chapter)