The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 585 Xiao Ping'an is here!
Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, several years had passed.

On this day, Wanchu Holy Land welcomed a distinguished guest. The mountain gate was wide open, and the Holy Lord Wanchu and the higher-ups of the sect came out to greet the guest in person. It was an extremely grand occasion.

The visitor was a young man with a handsome face and an elegant appearance. In his eyes, the stars were changing and the universe was rising and falling. He had a tall and majestic figure and was surrounded by seven-colored lightning and chaotic energy lingering around his body.

This man was sacred and majestic. Standing there, he seemed to be detached from the world and did not belong to this mortal world. He did not exude his own aura, but made everyone feel ashamed of themselves.

Saint Lord Wanchu and the higher-ups in the sect all greeted this person with great respect and ceremony.

"Greetings to the Holy Lord of Sea Moon!"

"I've seen the saint!"

The higher-ups of Wanchu Holy Land spoke a little stiffly.

This person was Xiao Ping'an, and next to him was another young man, but this person's eyes were moving around cunningly, with bright eyes, looking around.

This person is Xiao Ping'an's eldest disciple, the little poisonous man Li Zhichang.

Xiao Ping'an always thought that he had a very stable character, but he didn't expect that after accepting this eldest disciple, he would become more and more evil as he grew older.

I don’t know if it’s because he absorbed and refined so many poisons, but at this moment his eyes are like hooks, sneaking around everywhere, and at first glance he looks a bit sneaky.

"Cough cough!"

Xiao Ping'an had already noticed this little poisonous creature a long time ago, and at this moment he couldn't help but clear his cough to remind him to pay attention to his image.

After receiving Xiao Ping'an's signal, Li Zhichang's temperament immediately changed. He immediately became solemn and dignified, with stars flashing in his eyes, looking like a young genius.

He was wearing a divine robe made of five-colored peacock feathers, and with a serious look, he looked like an immortal, completely different from the shifty temperament he had just had.

After seeing this, the people from Wanchu Holy Land also felt that Li Zhichang was a difficult person to describe.

They had long noticed Li Zhichang, Xiao Ping'an's eldest disciple, and there was a lot of news about him.

This person has now entered the first secret realm of Xiantai, and his cultivation has improved rapidly by swallowing various poisons.

Even though his strength is not high, he is an expert in poisons. It is said that he once successfully defeated a powerful warrior with poison.

Everyone who saw this little poisonous creature had a look of fear, fearing that they would be poisoned by him without knowing it.

"Is this Brother Li Zhichang?!"

"Hello, Brother Li!" "Hello, Fellow Daoist Li!"

Although he was nicknamed Little Poison, no one dared to mock him in person.

The young masters of Wanchu Holy Land naturally took the initiative to make friends with Li Zhichang.

"Haha, that's right, I'm Li Zhichang, nicknamed Little Poison!"

"You can call me the Poison Saint!"

"Of course you can also respectfully call me the Poison Emperor, the Poison King!"

At this time, Li Zhichang, as Xiao Ping'an's eldest disciple, can be said to be in great glory.

He is no longer the mature young man he once was. Perhaps this is his true character.

"Saint, please come this way!" Saint Lord Wanchu was very respectful and invited Xiao Ping'an and others into a magnificent palace, treating them as the most distinguished guests and giving them a very grand reception.

But Li Zhichang did not go in. He strolled around outside. He naturally knew the purpose of his master Li Zhichang's coming here.

"I heard that your holy land has produced an ancient holy body, I came to see how he is doing!" Xiao Pingan said. Xiao Pingan sat on a jade cushion, his whole body was covered by chaotic energy, and from time to time he emitted seven-colored lightning, with an astonishing momentum.

Xiao Ping'an was a fierce dragon from Ziwei Star who pacified Nanling alone and unified 99% of the territory of Nanling.

In terms of area alone, only Buddhism in the Western Regions can be compared with it.

Under Xiao Ping'an's meticulous training, more and more masters have been born, and many masters have also joined the Haiyue Holy Land and become a member of it.

The Haiyue Holy Land even raised countless guardian beasts, and the number of guardian beasts at the level of the second-level immortals and the powerful swordsmen was astonishingly large.

And the Haiyue Holy Land has a saint like Xiao Ping'an, who can use the ultimate weapon, the Silver Dragon Scroll, at any time.

It can be said that Xiao Ping'an is the most terrifying person in the entire Beidou except for the Forbidden Zone of Life.

The Wanchu Holy Land is just the inheritance of a great sage. Even a quasi-emperor has never appeared there. The strongest weapon is also a great sage-level holy weapon.

Faced with a saint like Xiao Ping'an who wields powerful weapons, they can only look up to him.

Although it is also a holy place, there is a big difference between having extreme weapons and not having extreme weapons.

Xiao Ping'an, the Holy Lord of Haiyue, is now the ruler who controls Nanling and is known as the Lord of Nanling. Almost all the Holy Lands of Beidou admire and respect this man.

"Thank you for your care, senior!" said Saint Lord Wanchu.

Hearing Xiao Ping'an, they suddenly became concerned about Wansui, the ancient holy body in the sect. Thinking that Wansui had been imprisoned by them for several years, constantly drawing blood to make pills, they all felt a chill in their hearts after hearing what Xiao Ping'an said.

Since a person like Xiao Ping'an asked this question, there is absolutely no room for them to beat around the bush.

It’s possible to cheat others, but how can you cheat a saint?
Thinking about how Xiao Ping'an once took away the ancient waste body from Dayan Holy Land, I don't know what Xiao Ping'an did.

Although there were rumors that Xiao Ping'an had refined and devoured that ancient waste body, it was only a private rumor and no one dared to say it out loud to his face and offend the Haiyue Holy Land and Xiao Ping'an.

"Is that young man named Wansui doing well in Wanchu Holy Land?" Xiao Ping'an asked with a smile.

Seeing everyone's faces change, Xiao Ping'an immediately realized that the rumors circulating outside were true.

It seems that Wansui’s days are really not easy.

He was not in seclusion and practicing asceticism as the rumors had circulated. His actual situation was probably that he was imprisoned.

Although Xiao Ping'an was smiling, he gave everyone a pressure as if a sacred mountain was pressing down on their hearts.

"Do you want to invite out the saints in the sect?"

The senior members of the Wanchu Holy Land felt like their heads were about to smoke. They were frantically discussing countermeasures.

Xiao Ping'an, such an extremely powerful saint, came to visit them with extremely powerful weapons in hand, and they could not stop him no matter what.

Perhaps the saintly people in the sect would be able to communicate with him on an equal footing after they came forward. Apart from that, no one else could refute Xiao Ping'an at all.

In fact, their saintly qualities can only be activated when they are facing a life-and-death crisis.

Unless they are facing the crisis of extinction, they are absolutely not allowed to be awakened. They must remain sealed and wait for Beidou's path to becoming an immortal.

If they were awakened casually, these ancestors would skin their descendants without the enemy having to take any action.

However, even if the saint's background is invited out, it is useless. Xiao Ping'an has ultimate weapons in his hands. In a sense, this strength is not equal at all. It is like one person holding a wooden stick, while another person can launch nuclear weapons with missiles. There is no possibility of comparison at all.

(End of this chapter)