The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 529 Sitting Like a Mountain
Ding dong ding dong…

The sound of the guqin shook the heavens and the earth, made the ghosts and gods weep, and it exuded a sound of killing.

It slashed through the sky and tore a gap in the Blood River Formation.

Clang and ring!

With a slight tremor, the sword of thunder was unsheathed, cutting through the sky, and heaven and earth were silent.

"How... is it possible?"

The Sunflower Demon Saint who was charging in the front suddenly had his immortal platform shattered, and it began to crack from the center of his eyebrows, with blood flowing everywhere.

With a look of disbelief and unwillingness on his face, he fell to the ground on the blood-stained rooftop.

It turned into a corpse without a soul.

he died!
"Your Blood River Formation is like a sieve, full of holes. It won't work."

Xiao Ping'an's piano sound became ethereal again, and his whole person became ethereal like a god, his expression peaceful and natural, as if he had not just killed the Sunflower Demon Saint.

The world became quiet, and thunder flowers bloomed one after another, sparkling and glittering everywhere, with a strange fragrance filling the air.

The Sunflower Demon Saint died just like that, and the scene fell into complete silence.

A bad premonition arose in the hearts of these demon saints.

This divine song of heaven killed people invisibly and killed a powerful saint in the blink of an eye.

too frightening.

The Blood Snake Saint and the Bat Saint were the two most powerful among this group of demon saints. Both of them had stiff expressions and could not help but take a few steps back.

This Sunflower Demon Saint, like them, was at the peak of his sainthood and could enter the Saint King realm at any time, but he died just like that.

For the other demon saints, they felt even colder in their bodies. If he could easily kill such a strong man, then he could naturally kill them as well.

Xiao Ping'an sat cross-legged in the void, surrounded by countless thunder flowers, and silently looked at the numerous demon saints alone.

The ancient zither evolved from the Yin-Yang Sword was flowing with a strange light, and its seven strings were made of seven colors of thunder. They were like seven thunder dragons, rising and falling on it, playing the heavenly sound of the Tao.

Inside this crystal flower of thunder, his heart felt peaceful and empty.

He seemed to have forgotten everything in the world and immersed himself in a wonderful state.

The blood river formation was flowing, the Dao patterns were densely packed, and the saintly laws of the book were intertwined, sealing the place into a small world cage.

"The Great Dao Divine Comedy is so terrifying!"

"I don't believe he didn't pay a price. He must be burning his own life essence!"

"That's what the historical records say. If he wants to kill someone, he has to pay a price of equal value. Soon he won't be able to hold on any longer!"

These demon saints talked a lot, and soon regained their confidence and surrounded Xiao Ping'an again.

But this time they all became very cautious, obviously not wanting to become the next target.

"Everyone stay calm! He must be depleting his own life force and won't be able to hold on for long!" a demon saint shouted.

He waved his hand and a sky river, containing his own sage laws, flew into the blood river formation and rushed towards Xiao Ping'an.

Ding dong ding dong.

A strange note jumped and turned into a sword of thunder, which easily destroyed the sky river.

Then he followed the same path he came from and rushed towards the demon saint.

With a "puff", blood bloomed. The demon saint tried his best to resist, but blood still splattered between his eyebrows. A black hole was instantly pierced, swallowing his soul, leaving only a broken body without a soul. Other demon saints also took action. They attacked Xiao Ping'an together. One after another, unique saint laws flew into that small world, interweaving together to attack together.

"Blood River Formation, obliterate the soul and shatter the body!"

A demon saint was the first to spit out a breath of innate essence, which attached to his own essence and blood.

The same was true for the others. Clusters of original essence and blood intertwined together and transformed into a divine furnace of the saintly path, enveloping Xiao Ping'an inside.

They didn't want to be defeated one by one, so they wanted to use their most original essence and blood to refine Xiao Ping'an and grind him into ashes.

Rays of light shot up into the sky, and the divine furnace of the Great Dao began to burn fiercely.

Those demon saints continuously shot out their innate essence and their demon saint blood, which turned into blazing flames and flew into the divine furnace of the Great Dao.

Xiao Ping'an sat there very calmly, his hands constantly plucking the strings of the zither, and the divine music of the Tao was flowing.

At the beginning, the sound was ding-dong, ding-dong, very peaceful, and then gradually became louder and louder, as if to cut through the sky.

A ray of divine light shot up into the sky and pierced through the Great Dao Divine Furnace. Like a divine sword, it directly broke through the divine furnace and the Blood River Formation, causing the dozen or so demon saints to change their expressions.

"Everyone be careful, as long as we persist, we can wear him down!"

More essence and blood flew into the Blood River Formation, almost turning the place into a bloody sea, drowning Xiao Ping'an in it.

clank...

Xiao Ping'an plucked the guqin quickly with both hands, making a murderous sound that was deafening and became more and more mysterious and weird.

A black hole appeared silently behind Xiao Ping'an, and the saint's original blood essence was continuously devoured by the black hole.

The sea of ​​blood there became thinner and thinner, and with a loud bang, most of it was swallowed up in the blink of an eye.

A sword of thunder suddenly shot out.

A demon saint screamed and was enveloped by a thunder flower. His body was instantly crushed by the divine pattern of the Great Dao, and both his body and soul were destroyed.

Not only was Xiao Ping'an able to break through the blood river formation, he could even devour all of the saint's original blood and energy.

Everyone could clearly see the black hole, with countless mysterious Taoist patterns flashing, and it had the power to swallow the sky and the earth.

With a "puff" sound, another demon saint screamed, blood splattered everywhere, and his body and soul were destroyed.

The Blood Snake Saint seemed to have found a loophole and suddenly soared into the air.

The Panshe Spear in his hand turned into a red smoke, burning fiercely, and stabbed towards Xiao Ping'an.

The blood-red Pan Snake Spear was flowing with blazing flames, as if it was going to burn down the void, and countless divine patterns of the Great Dao appeared.

The Panlong Spear pierced through the void like a blood-red lightning.

A thunder dragon with seven-colored lightning flashing from it flew out from the guqin, coiled around the blood-colored Panlong Spear, and made a thunderous roar.

At the moment when the snake spear was entangled, the Yin-Yang Sword flew out from the thunder dragon, followed the same path it came from, and pierced the shoulder of the Blood Snake Saint.

Bright red blood was blooming and his two arms disappeared in an instant. He dodged with all his might and retreated repeatedly, barely managing to save his life.

The Coiled Snake Spear was tightly entangled by the Thunder Dragon, and finally let out a wail and then disappeared.

Xiao Ping'an captured this holy weapon.

The scene became quiet again, and the other demon saints felt even more frightened.

This Blood Snake Saint was so powerful that when he launched a sneak attack on Xiao Ping'an, he was almost killed and even his own holy weapon was taken away.

(End of this chapter)