The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 484 Xiao Ping'an: Descendants of the Dragon God

The Demon King Palace is an extremely ancient heritage, and it is difficult to verify how long it has existed.

People only know that this Demon King Palace has gone through a long period of time and has remained immortal.

He fell from the sky at some unknown time and has been standing in Nanling ever since.

It is the sacred temple in the hearts of the Nanling demon clan, a place to express respect for the Demon King and to worship gods.

According to the records of demon writings, it was personally refined by a demon saint emperor.

The mountains are towering, with tall trees and lush greenery. This is a land of towering mountains and steep cliffs.

Deep in this ancient mountain range is the most sacred place of the demon race.

If any cultivator dares to trespass, he will be killed without mercy.

Only during some ancient sacrificial ceremonies and major celebrations will the demon kings be allowed to come and offer sacrifices.

Perhaps a few human slaves could come along, get a glimpse of its true appearance, and learn about this mysterious land.

Xiao Ping'an saw a monster exchange a large piece of divine source for an invitation. After entering this mountain range, he could participate in sacrifices and ceremonies as a distinguished guest.

I can't help but sigh that these demon tribes are almost the same as human society, but if they have a little power in their hands, they will use it to the extreme.

He also followed the local customs and prepared a large piece of divine source, as big as a fist, in order to buy the status of a distinguished guest.

"Who is coming?"

"Send your name!"

The monster who received the gift didn't even raise his head and started shouting loudly.

"I am Taixu Ancient Dragon, and I am here to participate in the sacrificial ceremony of the Demon King Palace!"

Xiao Ping'an said calmly, and as he spoke he practiced the Demon King Sutra, his whole body emitting a strong demon aura.

The big demon who was registering, exuding an extremely strong demonic aura, was suddenly frightened at this moment, as if he was facing a real dragon lying in wait.

He exuded a terrifying aura, just like an ancient dragon, or a newly born dragon. The monster that had been shouting loudly just now almost collapsed to the ground.

The monsters who were registering next to them felt their scalps tingling. The aura emanating from this young man was so astonishing.

It was just like lower-level creatures meeting the supreme royal family. The high-level suppression made them all respectful.

"So you are the peerless genius of the dragon clan. This is your distinguished guest invitation. Please keep it!" A young demon woman seemed very excited. Not only was she not afraid, but she politely handed Xiao Ping'an an invitation.

At this time, Xiao Ping'an, after a complete transformation, was wearing golden armor, tall and strong, full of explosive power.

There was a golden glow in his eyes, the sun, moon and stars were twinkling, and his whole body was emitting a bright golden light.

A head of long golden hair fluttering in the wind.

There is a pair of golden dragon horns on the head, which are shining brightly at this moment.

The appearance is indeed top-notch, and one can tell at a glance that this person is extraordinary.

Xiao Ping'an nodded, took the invitation, and walked in.

Xiao Ping'an didn't say much, but after hearing Xiao Ping'an's voice, many monsters felt their knees go weak and they unconsciously wanted to kneel down and worship him.

This ancient Taixu dragon is simply the god and descendant of god in the hearts of the demon clan.

They looked at Xiao Ping'an's receding back, and each of them felt uneasy.

It was like a brand on their souls, imprinted in their hearts.

Xiao Ping'an was covered in golden dragon energy, just like a dragon god descending to the earth.

He has a pair of divine eyes, and in his eyes he can see the changing galaxy, the ebb and flow of time, and the birth and destruction of the universe. It is very amazing.

A pair of sparkling eyes were like two magic lamps, as if they could illuminate the soul of a person. He was clearly a handsome dragon boy, but in a trance, he gave people the impression that he was tall and strong, masculine and powerful, just like an ancient sacred mountain lying there.

He seemed to be above all the other demons, and wherever he went he attracted their attention.

What does it mean to have the qualities of an emperor? Xiao Ping'an is one of them now.

He is like an immortal god, the descendant of the Demon King, and is awe-inspiring.

The supreme bloodline of the dragon clan was roaring in everyone's ears like thunder and tsunami.

That kind of incomparably powerful potential and strength is like a great emperor in dormancy, ready to come back at any time.

Many monsters were so shocked that they couldn't control themselves. It took them a long time to come back to their senses. They looked at Xiao Ping'an in awe as he walked away.

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Xiao Ping'an restrained his breath and strolled in the mountains.

It's very quiet here and no one dares to make a noise here.

Many ancient giant trees have grown for who knows how many years and are even taller than the mountains.

Some vines are so thick that they look like giant dragons crawling all over the mountains.

If these plants were in other places, they might be able to transform into monsters, but not here.

Flying is not allowed here, so one can only move forward on foot. All the monsters must move forward with a pilgrimage mentality.

Walking on these ancient steps, moving forward step by step, you seem to feel the passage of time, which is the precipitation of time.

When Xiao Ping'an arrived at the deepest part of the mountains, he saw towering pine and cypress trees, as well as palace complexes.

Before entering, I could feel a vast and terrifying evil aura coming over me, as if it came from ancient times, surging and rushing towards me.

This is an indescribable pressure. One of the palaces is not very vast, but it seems to be hanging high in the sky.

A wisp of breath from the creation of the world falls down, and it can suppress this world.

When Xiao Ping'an felt this aura, he was overjoyed. It was indeed the inheritance left by the Demon King Xue Yueqing.

Just now, Xiao Ping'an slightly practiced the Demon King Sutra, and that terrifying pressure disappeared immediately.

There are many great demons here who have come to make pilgrimages, and almost no one speaks loudly, for fear of disturbing the peace and sanctity of this place.

Although Xiao Ping'an was outstanding, his arrival here did not cause any waves.

This is a world of cultivation. The Big Dipper is too big and there are too many outstanding geniuses.

Under the terrifying pressure of the Demon King, everyone's attention was focused on the Demon King's Palace, and no one cared about any particular person.

There were young demon boys and girls serving and guiding the distinguished guests, following the special ceremony rituals and with proper etiquette.

The most important hall was filled with a terrifying evil aura, as if an ancient demon king was sleeping.

Except for a few demon tribes, no one can enter.

That amazing aura seemed to exist in the three thousand worlds, making Xiao Ping'an immediately think of the ancient heaven and the mysterious pure land.

Yes, this feeling is somewhat similar to the atmosphere Xiao Ping'an encountered on Devil's Island.

That is the aura that belongs uniquely to the Great Emperor and the Ancient King.

After the worship, Xiao Ping'an entered a palace not far from the Demon King's Palace. It was very magnificent and could accommodate 100,000 monsters without any problem. Apparently, it also had powerful spatial laws, just like a small world.

On one white jade table after another, various fruits and fresh wines were placed filled up, and one powerful demon king after another was sitting there.

Xiao Ping'an looked at the strange-looking monsters, some of which were frighteningly old.

(End of this chapter)