The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 705: Transformation into a Green Gold Pagoda

Xiao Ping'an vaguely felt that the Son of God of the Light Clan did not regard him as a real opponent.

The opponents in the eyes of the Son of God of the Light Clan may also be those Dark Supremes, and he will encounter those Dark Supremes when he is considering proving his truth.

Xiao Ping'an's rise was too rapid, perhaps making the Son of God of the Light Clan a little uneasy, and he wanted to kill him in advance.

Saying that Xiao Ping'an might have stolen their Spirit Refining Pot might just be an excuse.

After all, according to the rules of this world, if the God Refining Pot had really been suppressed for so many years, the God of Weapons would have been resurrected long ago and would have caused the collapse of the universe.

The fact that the Son of God of the Light Clan tried every means to summon back the God Refining Pot showed that things were beyond his imagination. He might have suspected that some Dark Supreme had taken advantage of the situation and snatched away the God Refining Pot.

Think about it, he, a strong man at the ninth level of the Quasi-Emperor, doesn't dare to say that he can suppress the ultimate weapon. How can a strong man at the sixth level of the Quasi-Emperor possibly suppress the ultimate weapon?

The battle between the Son of Light and Xiao Ping'an has attracted worldwide attention.

Xiao Ping'an carefully deduced, and one day, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The golden divine light is like two suns.

He slowly stood up from the void.

He tore the space apart and entered the void.

The ancestral star of the Light Clan is a huge planet comparable to the Big Dipper and Ziwei stars, and it belongs exclusively to the Light Clan.

The Son of God of the Light Clan, who possesses the ninth level of quasi-emperor status, can be said to be one of the strongest forces today, except for the Dark Forbidden Zone.

Even the powerful and rising Thunder Emperor and Sea Moon Holy Land are slightly inferior.

The reputation of the Thunder Emperor has been weakened due to the deliberate suppression of the Son of Light, but the power of the Light Clan is growing stronger day by day.

This planet is filled with vast expanses of sacred land, palaces one after another, and countless densely packed divine patterns of great emperors.

It is obvious that this planet was carefully designed by the Ancient Emperor of Light.

There are countless powerful people from the Light Clan practicing or dealing with various matters.

They had no sense of urgency about the impending war, and had the relaxed look of being the overlords of the universe.

They believed that no one would dare to act wildly here, and Xiao Ping'an could only apologize obediently if he came here.

They also didn't expect that Xiao Ping'an would actually come and be so strong and overbearing.

Rumble.

A huge thunder foot descended from the sky, carrying endless nine-colored lightning, and stepped directly onto the Palace of Light.

Xiao Ping'an was so rude that he didn't give the Son of Light any face.

One terrifying formation after another was activated, only to be wiped out in an instant by a brilliant silver light.

Palace after palace collapsed, and mountains and rivers after mountains were shattered.

"Enemy attack!"

"Who dares to come here and make trouble?"

"Run away!"

"Where is our Godson? Hurry up and summon our Godson!"

Xiao Ping'an was so terrifying that he stepped directly onto the ancestral star of light. Countless powerful people of the Light Clan were turned into blood mist by the aftermath of the energy fluctuations.

They had no time to escape.

There was no resistance at all, and there was no time to resist.

Xiao Ping'an simply grabbed the little poisonous creature out of the prison of the Bright Ancestral Star and put it into the space of the Silver Dragon Scroll.

The Light Clan suffered countless casualties, and Xiao Ping'an raised the Silver Dragon Scroll, ready to blow up the planet.

Even if he encountered backlash, what would it matter? He just took advantage of the backlash of the Ancient Emperor of Light to practice enlightenment.

“Bold!!!”

A roar shook the nine heavens and ten earths, and a pagoda made of the same material as the Spirit Refining Pot emerged. It turned out to be a pagoda made of Yuhua Qingjin.

Blocked Xiao Ping'an's big feet.

Xiao Ping'an's big feet were bounced away and he could not continue stepping down.

He looked at the pagoda, which was made of Yuhua Blue Gold and had thirty-three floors. It was awe-inspiring.

On every layer, the Xuanhuang mother energy is dripping, flowing like a waterfall. It is very terrifying and very tempting.

This is the weapon of enlightenment for the Son of Light. This huge piece of Feathered Blue Gold is probably what the Ancient Emperor of Light left for his son to use in refining the weapon of enlightenment.

The Son of God of the Light Clan was finally alarmed.

Xiao Ping'an raised his eyebrows. He felt the breath of the Son of Light. He was indeed a quasi-emperor of the ninth level. Although he had not yet reached his peak state, he was indeed incredibly powerful.

Xiao Ping'an felt that this was a very good whetstone. If this person really was about to attain enlightenment, Xiao Ping'an would have a headache.

Now that he is in the ninth level of Quasi-Emperor realm, Xiao Ping'an feels that this is a good opportunity to hone himself.

Although Xiao Ping'an is three levels lower in realm, he has an ultimate weapon.

This pagoda made of Feathered Blue Gold has not yet been transformed into a true ultimate weapon, otherwise the kick just now would have been like catching an emperor's weapon with bare hands.

This is the headquarters of the Light Clan. The Son of Light certainly did not expect that Xiao Ping'an would come here to fight him.

He thought Xiao Ping'an would surrender, apologize, or even surrender.

Unexpectedly, after Xiao Ping'an came here, he directly started a bloody battle. Not only did he kill countless people from the Light Clan, he also wanted to blow up this ancient star with his hands.

The Son of Light felt that he was being too pretentious and felt like crying.

This is the inheritance his father left him. He would be really sad if it was destroyed.

"A battle at the edge of the universe!" The Son of Light flew out from his retreat, his eyes burning with anger.

This is a person who looks like a young man, exuding an extremely majestic aura, just like the weapon god of the God Refining Pot.

He was wearing a shiny robe, and no one knew what material it was made of.

He is the Son of God of the Light Clan. He witnessed with his own eyes how his father dominated the nine heavens and ten earths and how high-spirited he was.

He also wanted to be as powerful as his father and establish a heaven belonging to the Light Clan. At this moment, he looked truly domineering and unparalleled.

A man with such a proud spirit did not expect to be killed directly by Xiao Ping'an.

The Son of God of the Light Clan has already developed murderous intentions and has decided not to forgive Xiao Ping'an anymore. He must kill him to appease the wronged souls of the Light Clan.

"go!"

Xiao Ping'an said with a sneer, and his figure flashed, flying towards the edge of the universe.

The Son of God of the Light Clan followed closely behind with a lapis lazuli pagoda above his head.

"The Son of God must kill this demon and avenge our people"!
"It is so tragic. Our Light Clan has suffered heavy casualties"!
"We must destroy the Sea Moon Holy Land!"

"We must kill the Thunder Emperor, and never give up!"

The masters of the Light Nation wailed loudly, shaking the nine heavens and ten earths.

For Xiao Ping'an, it was just an ordinary kick, but for the Bright Ancestor Star, it was an earth-shattering attack.

The heavy casualties suffered by the Light Clan were almost comparable to those suffered during a dark riot.

The Thunder Emperor is truly terrifying.

If it weren't for the densely packed divine patterns of the Great Emperor here, this ancient planet would probably have been crushed to pieces by his foot, just like stepping on an egg.

With a bang, it exploded.

In an ancient and desolate starry sky, Xiao Ping'an and the Son of God of the Light Clan were looking at each other from afar.

The murderous intent in his eyes shattered the stars one by one.

(End of this chapter)