The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 523 Human Saint Xiao Ping'an

Primitive tribe.

One ancient forest after another.

The ancient god of war, the eighth generation patriarch, and two powerful black tortoises, they were drinking together.

At this time, the Barbarian God of War and the Eighth Generation Sect Leader solemnly toasted the Black Tortoise to express their gratitude.

They were out for something, and fortunately the demon saint who came to cause trouble was beaten to death by Xuanwu.

Otherwise, if this demon saint went crazy here, he might really destroy the primitive people's lair.

Many primitive people were drinking and celebrating, drinking and eating meat in big gulps, and the whole place was filled with joy.

As the red sun was setting in the west, suddenly, a sense of the starry sky turning upside down came from all directions.

That is the pressure from the demon saint!
Eight powerful figures slowly walked out from the void in the distance.

One after another, they were extremely tall, just like a demonic mountain, ready to collapse the eternal sky.

They walked very slowly, but it was very astonishing. Every saint had a demonic aura that reached the sky and was in harmony with the great way of heaven and earth.

Eight great demons.

Eight saints from the demon tribe!
They came together and almost crushed the world down.

Countless divine lights and heavenly sounds are roaring.

Eight demon saints appeared at the same time to punish the barbarians.

Each of the eight tall figures was dyed blood red by the setting sun.

The lively atmosphere of the primitive tribe was like being poured with basins of cold water.

The two saints and two holy beasts of the primitive people were indeed very powerful, but facing the eight powerful demon saints, the gap in strength was too great.

Some of these demon saints look exactly like humans, with no discernible racial characteristics.

Some have a phoenix head and a human body, some have a horse head and a human body, some have an ox head, and some have a dragon head. . .

Obviously these eight demon saints are not from the same race, but they have one thing in common, that is, they come to cause trouble for the primitive tribe and ask for an explanation from the saints of the primitive tribe.

The eight demon saints united together.

"What a big deal! Eight demon saints have come together. It seems they have no good intentions!" Xuanwu said solemnly.

Without any unnecessary nonsense, the war broke out directly.

It was a collision at the level of saintly laws.

The battle was so fierce that the sky collapsed and the earth broke.

. . . . . .

Xiao Ping'an did not deliberately fly back to the Big Dipper quickly, but instead let himself fall from the sky like a meteorite.

Let the whistling wind blow past your ears.

Feeling the unique aura of the entire Beidou, Xiao Pingan was silently comprehending the charm of the Tao.

Soon, Xiao Ping'an felt something was wrong.

In the Nanling region, there were more than ten auras of great battles between saints.

Four of them, in particular, are very familiar.

Xiao Ping'an quickly felt the aura of the eighth-generation leader of the Barbarian War God and the two Black Tortoises.

Feeling the evil spirit rising from there, he immediately cried out inwardly that something was wrong.

"Could it be that the saints of the demon tribe are besieging the Nanling barbarians?!"

Xiao Ping'an turned into a stream of light and flew quickly towards the Nanling primitive tribe.

. . . . . .

Bang bang bang.

The ancient war god, the eighth generation patriarch, and the two black tortoises, all suffered continuous heavy blows, vomited blood, and flew backwards.

If they were not strong enough, they would have been reduced to ashes under the siege of eight powerful demon saints.

At this time, they vomited blood and recovered their bodies with great difficulty. There was coldness in their eyes. They could not retreat. They had their own clan behind them, and they had to protect it with their own lives.

Rumble.

There was another series of attacks, and the blood of the saints was scattered everywhere.

The saints of the eight demon tribes just watched silently as the saint of the primitive tribe vomited blood and struggled to recover his broken body. "You are going to die, and the primitive tribe is not far from extinction!" said a saint of the demon tribe indifferently.

After hearing these words, everyone's face changed drastically and they couldn't help but want to roar to the sky.

"Without the protection of the saint's power, what hope do you have?"

All the barbarians wanted to rush forward, and even if they died, they wanted to die heroically.

However, many primitive people sadly discovered that they did not even have this qualification because the gap in their strength was too great.

These primitive people hope that the saints of the human race and those saints in the Eastern Wilderness can come to help them.

"Don't expect anyone to save you. This time, the Nanling barbarian tribe must die!" said a powerful demon saint.

Many primitive people looked pale and were unable to refute.

The ancient god of war, the eighth generation patriarch, and two powerful black tortoises were now lying in a pool of blood, unable to fight anymore.

An atmosphere of despair began to spread.

Boom boom boom…

Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the sky.

It seemed to be integrated with the context of this world and reached everyone's ears.

The setting sun is like blood, and its shining light dyes the earth red.

At the end of that world, a tall and upright figure was walking towards them step by step.

He was wearing blue clothes, as pure as the blue sky.

He was tall and handsome, and walked forward step by step with determination.

The breath of the human race!
He is a saint of the human race!

He is heroic and handsome, a true saint of the human race!

All the primitive tribes present were excited, and some of them even shed tears of excitement.

They prayed silently in their hearts, and actually a saint from the human race came.

He blends in with the heaven and earth, dressed in blue clothes, spotless and otherworldly.

With a handsome face and unrivaled demeanor, he is like a god.

"It's Xiao Ping'an!"

"He was so peaceful that he became a saint!"

Xiao Ping'an walked towards him step by step. The setting sun shone on him, and its color changed from red to gold, giving him a layer of sacred glow, making him look otherworldly.

His young face was revealed, telling everyone clearly that he was a young genius.

"Xiao Ping'an!"

"The saint of the human race!"

I haven't seen Xiao Ping'an for a few months, and I didn't expect that he has become a saint.

Although he was alone, once he appeared, he was like a pillar holding up the sky.

The eight powerful demon saints had to raise their noble heads and look at Xiao Pingan who fell from the sky.

When they looked at Xiao Ping'an's appearance and felt his aura, their hearts all skipped a beat.

"It's really interesting!"

"Just a human saint, why are these barbarians so excited?"

"Do they think that one human saint can defeat eight of us?"

"No, he's very different."

"He is different from ordinary saints. He has a special feeling!"

A demon saint frowned and asked, "What is the name of this saint?"

"Xiao Ping'an!" Xiao Ping'an spoke calmly, with flashes of golden light and lightning in his eyes from time to time, shining brightly.

At this moment, Xiao Ping'an did not have the aura of a saint, nor did he have any terrifying pressure, but he stood there, and was able to fight on equal terms with the eight powerful demon saints, without the slightest weakness.

This was the feeling of the eight powerful demon saints. They didn't know if it was an illusion or a hallucination, but they clearly felt that aura.

(End of this chapter)