The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 525: Demon Saints Arrive
"what..."

The six powerful demon saints roared in anger. They all vomited blood and cracks appeared on their bones.

They are really desperate!
How could Xiao Ping'an be so strong?
Two of the eight demon saints were killed when they first arrived, and now they felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Originally, the eight of them were of the same blood, and using a combined attack technique, like a formation, they easily dealt with those saints among the primitive people.

They didn't expect that they would be so helpless facing Xiao Ping'an.

Xiao Ping'an, dressed in fluttering blue, stood on the evolved black paper boat, suppressing the six demon saints under his feet.

This picture was deeply imprinted in the hearts of primitive people.

These extremely powerful demon saints had their bodies and spirits shattered amid screams, and were completely destroyed.

Xiao Ping'an smiled slightly and put away the terrifying aura from his body.

He quickly collected the essence and blood of these demon saints, and also collected the broken holy weapons on them.

Then he quickly activated the secret of the human character to heal the injuries of the ancient war god, the eighth generation clan leader, and the two black tortoises.

In fact, as long as the terrifying laws of the Tao in their bodies are removed, they will be able to heal themselves quickly.

Soon, the two powerful barbarian kings and the two black tortoises came back to life.

They bowed together to thank Xiao Ping'an for saving their lives.

Xiao Ping'an was polite to them and then listened to what happened after he left.

The primitive tribe partied all night long.

Xiao Ping'an did not leave immediately, nor did he go to build the Haiyue Holy Land immediately, because he knew that things were not over yet.

Two more days passed.

"The other demon saints are about to arrive!" said the ancient god of war.

They all knew that the eight demon saints would not die in vain, and there would definitely be more demon kings who would punish the primitive tribe.

This caused a sense of gloom to rise in the hearts of these primitive people.

Everyone gathered in the tribe’s sacred land, ready to activate the quasi-emperor formation left by their ancestors at any time.

. . . . . .

What was supposed to come finally came.

Three days later, in the morning, three extremely tall figures approached.

They walked like dragons and tigers, wearing armor that gleamed with metallic luster. All of them were saint-level armor.

Behind them, several more terrifying figures appeared one after another, shining brightly.

This time, thirteen demon saints came in person, all exuding a powerful saintly aura.

They came with ill intentions, and their aura was overwhelming.

These demon saints had an overwhelming advantage and were very aggressive.

The ancient god of war has asked the old patriarch to put all the people into the holy soldier's space to prevent the battle from affecting them.

An extremely huge tower appeared from here.

This is an extremely tall mountain with no grass growing on it, as if it was cut in half, forming an extremely huge rooftop.

Xiao Ping'an learned from these barbarian kings that this was a treasure bestowed upon them by their ancestor when he met the Wu Shi Emperor.

It can be used as a martial arts arena, a meeting hall or a square.

There are Dao patterns of the Great Emperor Wu Shi on it, and it can accommodate as many people as possible.

It can be said that it is a small world personally refined by the Great Emperor Wu Shi.

Xiao Ping'an didn't know why Emperor Wu Shi gave such a training ground to the ancestors of the barbarians, but this rooftop was indeed useful now.

In the center of the rooftop, Xiao Ping'an was sitting cross-legged.

On the high platform behind him, the ancient god of war, the eighth generation clan leader, two black tortoises, and the old barbarian patriarch were also sitting there quietly.

Opposite Xiao Ping'an, there were thirteen powerful demon saints walking towards him.

"No wonder the primitive tribe is so rampant, it turns out there are five saints!"

A demon saint looked at Xiao Ping'an and others with a sneer, with murderous intent in his body.

"Not long ago, eight blind demon saints were killed by us!" Xiao Pingan said calmly. The temperature dropped sharply, and a cold murderous aura filled the air.

Thirteen powerful demon saints stared at Xiao Ping'an with indifference. Their eyes were as sharp as knives, and they wished they could skin Xiao Ping'an alive.

The atmosphere is becoming increasingly tense and a war may break out at any time.

"What do you demon saints want to do here?" Xiao Ping'an said.

"What? Of course, wipe out this barbarian tribe from the world!" said a demon saint.

"Now that things have come to this, there is no need to discuss who is right or wrong. The only thing left is fighting!"

"If you fail and get killed, there's nothing to talk about!"

Things have come to this point, and war is inevitable.

"Then let's fight again!" Xiao Ping'an didn't say any more nonsense.

"I can't wait any longer!"

"Yes, I have long wanted to drink the blood of the human saint!"

"I can sense the aura of the Great Emperor Wu Shi here. Was this rooftop made by him? Very good! When the battle is over, this rooftop will be mine!"

The five demon saints became extremely ferocious and rushed towards Xiao Ping'an first with countless attacks of laws.

These five demon saints are already in the late stage of sainthood.

They are indeed very powerful.

They actually also have a set of combined attack techniques from the demon clan.

Their divine powers suddenly gathered together and transformed into a god with a demonic aura.

The light was dazzling and rushed towards Xiao Ping'an.

Rumble.

Xiao Ping'an threw a punch with a raging lightning, like a sun, and blew up the god with evil spirit with one punch.

Then he swung his fists, and his two fists turned into two suns, which blew up the five extremely powerful demon saints.

Blood was flying everywhere, dyeing the rooftop red.

There was not a trace of blood on Xiao Ping'an's body, and the scene fell silent.

Five powerful demon saints were defeated by Xiao Pingan.

Unbridled laughter was heard in the distance.

Three demon saints appeared in the void.

These three saints are extremely powerful, their magic powers are overwhelming, their laughter is like divine bells, and the avenue roars.

“I didn’t expect it to be so lively here.”

A cold voice was heard, coming from two powerful demon saints.

They have horns on their heads and their appearance is no different from that of humans.

Then, saints from the demon clan came one after another.

In the end, there were as many as twenty demon saints standing shoulder to shoulder.

The aura it exuded made the entire world roar.

Opposite them were Xiao Ping'an and the four saints of the primitive tribe, facing twenty powerful saints of the demon tribe.

The demon race actually has so many saints...

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably feel despair and feel that this was a situation that would lead to his certain death.

You may feel that no matter how hard you fight, there is no hope.

However, Xiao Ping'an and others were not afraid at all, and still looked at the increasing number of demon saints with calm eyes.

"What a pity that such a young human saint is going to die here!"

A bat that transformed itself into a saint descended from the sky.

He did not transform into a human form, but looked like an evil god that had escaped from hell, emitting a black evil aura.

(End of this chapter)