The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 691: Subdue and Refine the Buddhist Devil Pestle

After reaching the sixth level of Quasi-Emperor, Xiao Ping'an gained greater confidence in becoming an emperor.

If it weren't for the threats from those Dark Supremes, Xiao Ping'an should be feeling very peaceful now.

These damn Dark Lords are such a killjoy.

There is also the Immortal Emperor, who hides in the dark, ready to launch a sneak attack and seize the essence and blood of those who have achieved enlightenment at any time.

There is also a guy called Xiaoyao Tianzun, who is always ready to take over someone else's body and live a new life.

There are also countless dark supreme beings who want to share the essence and blood of the enlightened ones to repair the cracks in their own immortal platforms.

There is also the Emperor who is wandering around somewhere unknown, a guy who is older than the Immortal Emperor.

Ji Dade's life is basically wasted.

It is very likely that it will be the same as in the original text, and he will be resurrected after 50,000 years and practice the reincarnation seal of this life again.

As for the little girl who traveled around with Ji Dade, she might have fought against the Dark Supreme of the underworld and stopped them from invading Beidou.

He also helped the bootlickers of Beidouxing Yaoguang Holy Land to refine the ultimate weapon, the Dragon-patterned Black Gold Tripod.

Xiao Ping'an secretly went to Yaoguang Holy Land to investigate, and found that their black gold tripod with dragon pattern was now just a weapon of the peak level of the Great Sage.

It's not even a quasi-emperor's divine weapon.

Xiao Ping'an even had the urge to snatch it.

The current black gold tripod with dragon pattern is a rough draft of an ultimate weapon.

If I can get it, as long as I have enough cultivation in the future, it will be a sure thing that I can refine it into an ultimate weapon.

Then fifty thousand years later, it will not be the Yaoguang Holy Land but the Haiyue Holy Land that owns the dragon-patterned black gold tripod.

After some deduction, Xiao Ping'an gave up this idea.

He felt that there were some things he could change, but there were also some things he felt should not be changed.

This is how he felt after the deduction.

He decided to follow his feelings.

Today, in the entire Big Dipper, apart from the Haiyue Holy Land, only the Ximo Buddhist Sect occupies an entire continent alone.

One day, Xiao Ping'an suddenly had the urge to take a trip to the Western Desert.

He wanted to feel the charm of the Tao there.

He knew that the Great Emperor Amitabha was not completely dead, but had split into three and was still alive in this world.

The one who controls Mount Sumeru now seems to be a Peacock King from the ancient star field of Amitabha, who seems to be a great sage.

But no one has come forward to confirm this news.

After all, Buddhism is too profound. Not everyone can enter Mount Sumeru, and not everyone can see the Peacock King.

As the mother of Buddha, the Peacock Clan can be said to be deeply involved with the Buddha Clan in the ancient Amitabha star field.

Even peacocks are regarded as Buddhas in the ancient Amitabha star region.

There is not much record of this time period in the original text.

Even if there is an internal strife in the Buddhist sect in the Western Desert, that will have to wait until the Buddha awakens, which will take at least tens of thousands of years.

Thinking of this, Xiao Pingan's mind moved, and he immediately entered the Western Desert.

He traveled everywhere, and one day he came to a grand temple.

"Amitabha! What is the purpose of the donor's visit?"

Xiao Ping'an was surprised to find that the legendary Peacock King did not stay in Mount Xumi, but came to this nameless ancient temple.

Buddhists have always lived in seclusion, practicing Buddhism and not liking to fight.

The aura of the Peacock King is very powerful, but he still has a long way to go before he can become a quasi-emperor.

It is extremely difficult for the Great Sage to break through to the Quasi-Emperor realm.

Not everyone can be as smooth as Xiao Pingan. Xiao Pingan said: "I came here naturally to feel the charm of the great way left here by Amitabha the Great Emperor."

"Buddhism is truly unfathomable!"

Xiao Ping'an naturally has his own ideas about Buddhism.

The Peacock King put his hands together and said, "Donor Xiao, please do as you please!"

"My Buddhist sect will always be an ally of the Sea Moon Holy Land."

Xiao Ping'an didn't expect that the old peacock would be so polite.

Looking at the ultimate weapon, the Demon-Subduing Pestle, in his hand, Xiao Ping'an said, "This must be the ultimate weapon of the Great Emperor Amitabha, right? I wonder if I can participate in the charm of the great way in it?"

Xiao Ping'an stared at the Demon-Subduing Pestle with burning eyes. Having reached his level of cultivation, only the aura of the great Dao left behind by a true great emperor could help him in attaining enlightenment.

Extreme weapons are just like today's nuclear weapons. They should not be shown to others easily or lent to others easily.

What Xiao Ping'an did was indeed very offensive.

Sure enough, the Peacock King immediately closed his eyes and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Xiao!"

"If there is nothing else, let's leave the Western Desert after spending some time here to gain insights!"

After saying this, the Peacock King sat still and said nothing more.

Xiao Ping'an sat cross-legged there, carefully comprehending the charm of the Tao.

This was the first time he was rejected so rudely.

Although it's not surprising, it is indeed a slap in the face.

But if he doesn't lend Xiao Ping'an the Demon-Subduing Pestle, does that mean Xiao Ping'an has no other options?
I saw balls of inky black mist emanating from Xiao Ping'an's body, covering the golden ancient temple.

Under the stunned gaze of the Peacock King, he put the demon-subduing pestle into the black mist.

He didn't know that Xiao Ping'an had put the demon-subduing pestle into the black paper boat.

He only saw Xiao Ping'an, who was like a great devil, taking away the Demon-Subduing Pestle, and suppressing him tightly with the ultimate weapon, the Silver Dragon Scroll, making it impossible for him to break free.

Soon, the black paper boat completely refined the demon-subduing pestle.

Xiao Ping'an comprehended the divine patterns of the Dao inside. After a month of meditation, he handed the demon-subduing pestle to the great monk, the Peacock King.

"Peacock King, I'm really offended!"

"This demon-subduing pestle is now returned to its original owner, and I am leaving the Western Desert!"

After saying this, Xiao Ping'an disappeared instantly along with the black mist, tearing through the void and leaving the Western Desert.

The Peacock King looked at the Pestle with a dull look, feeling that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Until one day, the demon-subduing pestle suddenly burst out with extreme power and killed the old monk, the Peacock King, with one blow.

And took his body away with him.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and by the time he knew it, he was already dead.

Xiao Pingan destroyed the Peacock King without anyone noticing.

By the way, he also took away the ultimate weapon, the Demon-Subduing Pestle.

As for the Great Emperor Amitabha, who will try to resurrect after 50,000 years, we will talk about it after 50,000 years.

Xiao Ping'an looked at the demon-subduing pestle flying into his hands and couldn't help but laugh.

Isn't it a bit too cruel for me to do this?
The Peacock King seemed very polite at first, but he turned hostile when he asked to borrow the Pestle to subdue the demon.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that Xiao Ping'an just wanted this demon-subduing pestle to comprehend the spirit of the great Dao within it, and at the same time obtain the scriptures of Amitabha the Great Emperor from the god of weapons.

"If I die in order to fight against the dark turmoil, then so be it."

"At worst, I can revive this old monk after I become an immortal emperor or a priest."

Xiao Ping'an did not have any psychological shadow or pressure. Anyway, as long as one was strong enough in this world, one could resurrect the dead.

(End of this chapter)