The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 1007 He Wushuang is resurrected? !
A glittering island appeared in the void, with a creature sitting cross-legged on it.

Endless breath was gushing out, and the creature seemed to be transforming there, breaking through the barrier at this moment.

Around his body, there were several corpses of Immortal King level, whose essence had been refined by him.

Judging from the ancient aura on the corpses, he dug out the corpses of the Immortal Kings from somewhere, and used them as firewood to temper himself and continue his transformation.

The man looked very young, with long hair draped over his shoulders. He was extremely handsome and had a pair of golden wings behind him. He was obviously a dark fairy king, but he had an otherworldly aura.

The aura he exudes is more sacred than that of a genuine Immortal King.

It really looks evil and weird.

"My name is He Wushuang, you unknown guy, have you ever heard of my name?" the man said coldly.

"What? You are He Wushuang who fought against Emperor Huang Tian during the chaotic ancient times?" Xiao Ping'an was surprised: "Didn't you get killed by the Sky-horned Ants?"

Xiao Ping'an read the trilogy and recalled that when Emperor Huang Tian was weak, he competed with this person for the Immortal Sutra in a strange place. The two of them almost fought to the death.

Emperor Huang Tian obtained the complete version of the Immortal Sutra, while He Wushuang obtained the incomplete version of the Immortal Sutra.

Xiao Ping'an couldn't understand why He Wushuang, who should have been dead for tens of thousands of years, was still alive.

When Xiao Ping'an thought of the Immortal Sutra on him, he couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.

"kill!"

He Wushuang didn't give Xiao Ping'an any time to think and took action directly.

Golden light was flowing on his body and his golden hair was dancing wildly, as if he was ready to have a decisive battle with Xiao Ping'an.

He didn't even bother to ask Xiao Ping'an's name, and simply treated Xiao Ping'an as his mortal enemy, as if he wanted to kill him to silence him.

He made sword gestures with his hands, and hundreds of thousands of sword energies roared violently, and the killing move came right out.

His fist emitted a dazzling golden light, as if it was made of divine gold, shining brightly, and smashed towards Xiao Ping'an's immortal platform with great ferocity.

With a loud bang, Xiao Ping'an's Thunder Emperor Fist collided with him, causing He Wushuang's arm to bleed and almost explode.

He Wushuang is indeed very strong. He possesses the strength of a giant Immortal King and has practiced part of the Immortal Sutra, but he still suffered a loss when facing Xiao Ping'an.

The runes were shining brightly, He Wushuang roared, and countless dense golden runes appeared on his body. He seemed to have obtained the complete Immortal Sutra and cultivated into an immortal body. He became even more violent.

After Xiao Ping'an had a collision with him once, he had a clear idea of ​​what was going on.

I never thought that my body has become comparable to an immortal body.

With a "puff" sound, there was another collision, and He Wushuang was hit so hard that he vomited blood, and one of his arms exploded.

Xiao Ping'an took advantage of the situation and attacked, his big hand shining with nine-colored thunder, which could break anything. Even though He Wushuang attacked with all his strength, he was still beaten to a bloody mess and seriously injured.

He Wushuang let out a long roar towards the sky, and his body became like a stream of light, trying to escape.

But Xiao Ping'an's big hands closed together, locking him firmly in the world in his palm, and each of his fingers held him tightly inside like a cage.

Under the impact of the terrifying rules of the avenue, He Wushuang's golden runes shone, and his flesh and blood exploded piece by piece.

This He Wushuang was indeed handsome, with a look that made even fairies pale in comparison. He had long golden hair, deep eyes, a handsome face like jade, and dazzling golden light.

But at this moment, he was in a terrible state.

His body began to crack due to Xiao Ping'an's strong suppression, and his flesh and blood were blurred, and his body kept exploding.

Even though he roared to the sky and was unwilling, there was nothing he could do.

"I just resurrected and I'm in trouble again!"

"I really can't accept this!" He Wushuang screamed madly, and a demonic look appeared on his handsome face. He burned his flesh madly, wanting to release the strongest attack power, turn the defeat around, and change his fate.

But it's all in vain.

Xiao Ping'an's big hands finally closed tightly, and He Wushuang's flesh and blood exploded inch by inch in the thunder, and even the bones of the Immortal King began to break.

"You old waste! When Emperor Huang Tian succeeded in his cultivation in the incomplete world, you were no match for him!"

"Now that he's resurrected, he's still an old waste and was defeated by me!" Xiao Ping'an said indifferently.

No matter how He Wushuang was resurrected, he is now going to die at the hands of Xiao Ping'an.

Xiao Ping'an practiced the art of thunder, and he has now discovered that thunder has a special attack effect against these dark and strange things.

Despite his own powerful strength, the dark and strange substance in He Wushuang's body not only did not help him, but instead became a burden.

Xiao Ping'an easily suppressed He Wushuang and was not injured at all.

He Wushuang was indeed a handsome man with flawless looks, but Xiao Ping'an was not interested in men and had no good feelings towards him at all, so naturally he would try his best to kill him.

Moreover, He Wushuang in the original text was indeed very cruel. Several of Tianjiao Yi's sisters and brothers were killed by him.

Especially the sister of the Sky-Horned Ant, who was torn into pieces and fed to the mount.

It can be said that his methods were extremely cruel, bloody and brutal.

Originally, Xiao Ping'an thought that after He Wushuang fell into the hands of Emperor Huang Tian and was suppressed, he would seal him up and let the sky-horned ant grow up before killing it to avenge himself.

Now it seems that is not the case at all.

I don't know whether it was because the Sky-Horn Ants were not good enough, or because He Wushuang was contaminated by darkness, but after tens of thousands of years, He Wushuang was quietly resurrected.

He Wushuang was still struggling and roaring. Because he was a flesh and bloody mist, he had been beaten into a bloody mist, but he was still struggling and resisting.

His flesh, blood, bones and soul were rapidly reorganized.

"I practice the Immortal Sutra, my body and soul are immortal, you can't kill me!"

He Wushuang's eyes turned bloodshot. Although his body was given back by Xiao Ping'an, his immortal soul was eternal and indestructible. As long as he was given enough time, he could definitely rebuild an invincible body.

"Immortality? You wish!" Xiao Ping'an thought of his black paper boat and urn, and sneered.

He crushed the body condensed by He Wushuang into pieces, then grabbed his soul and tore it into pieces. Nine-colored thunder flashed, madly refining his soul.

"Ah..." He Wushuang felt horrified and felt the crisis of death again.

He felt that his soul was rapidly weakening, the immortal light on his body was rapidly disappearing, and his physical body could no longer be condensed.

He felt that he was really going to die.

When his soul was almost destroyed, Xiao Ping'an had an idea and stopped temporarily.

Then he sealed it up in his own magic gourd, and completely sealed it with the nine-colored thunder inside.

He planned to search and refine his soul after finishing things here to see if he could obtain the Immortal Sutra.

Besides, there must be a secret behind his resurrection here. Xiao Ping'an felt that he might have encountered something extraordinary.

Especially this dark substance that can corrode the Immortal King appears so sacred and is so well disguised.

If the entire world was not filled with dark creatures, Xiao Ping'an would really find it hard to imagine that the sacred aura on He Wushuang was even stronger than that of the Immortal King.

(End of this chapter)