The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 849: The Yellow Mud Coffin Buried in the Reincarnation World
The father of Emperor Wu Shi was a very heroic man, with sword-like eyebrows, eyes as deep as the sea, and a strong and tall figure. Standing in the starry sky, he made the sun, moon, and stars pale in comparison.

He is like the master of heaven and earth, looking down on the nine heavens and ten earths.

At this time, waves of purple-blue air emerged from the body of the Great Saint Body, especially from the forehead, where golden hairs sprouted one after another.

"I can't grow old with you. Please let me go. To prevent disasters from happening to the people, send me off!"

The Great Saint Body spoke to the Western Emperor, full of helplessness and reluctance.

The face of the Western Emperor was filled with sadness and tears, and he tightly held the hand of the Great Holy Body.

"Our children have such strong constitutions that they will control the fate of the world in the future."

The Great Holy Body looked at the young Wu Shi with a face full of pride and confidence.

The scene changed again. The Western Emperor, dressed in white, was extremely beautiful but had a sad look on his face. He was holding the corpse of the Great Saint Body, crossing billions of galaxies and attacking the underworld.

The battle between the Western Emperor and the Underworld caused the sky to collapse and the earth to split, and the world was vast and dark.

Finally, the bronze plaque of the underworld was smashed to pieces, the divine chain of order between heaven and earth collapsed, and the entire scene turned dark.

When the scene became clear again, only the figures of Xihuang and Wushi were left, and they disappeared into the distance.

At that time, the Wu Shi Emperor was only two or three years old, with black hair draped over his shoulders, clear eyes, and the appearance of a cute doll carved out of jade.

Although very young, he already exudes a wisdom that is not consistent with his age.

"So this is the young Wu Shi Great Emperor..." Xiao Ping'an said, "Wu Shi Great Emperor was born in the dark ages when he was most needed. He quelled the dark turmoil and made great contributions to the human race."

Nothing special happened next, but there was only that terrifying aura of the emperor and that strange aura of curse.

Xiao Ping'an has mastered the Tongtian Mingbao and has killed the source god and source ghost, but the curse that has already occurred must be removed personally.

Xiao Ping'an personally wiped off the curse on the Great Holy Body. The golden hair disappeared, and the purple-blue body also slowly faded away, returning to its original strong and majestic body.

The holy blood was flawless, and the bright red blood flowed back, repairing the wounds all over the body.

There are countless divine texts imprinted here, including inscriptions written by the Great Emperor Wu Shi himself.

Looking at the inscription that Emperor Wu Shi left to save his parents, Xiao Ping An said, "This was once Emperor Wu Shi's dream and it is his hope. Let's start helping him realize it today!"

Wu Shi Zhong nodded silently, as if he felt the same way as Emperor Wu Shi.

Xiao Ping'an also found some strange fragments, which were very eerie and seemed to be connected to the underworld.

It was like thousands of evil spirits were howling, like a pouring blood rain, and there was an eerie feeling of wisps of black fog between heaven and earth.

Xiao Ping'an knew that it was a fragment of the weapon of the Dark Supreme of the Underworld. He wiped off the aura on it and refined it into the most original material.

Xiao Ping'an also found several pieces of weapon fragments inside the body of the Great Saint Body and took them out.

With the help of the Wu Shi Bell, Xiao Ping'an no longer had to worry about being attacked by the formation here, so he let go and acted.

Xiao Ping'an carefully prepared two yellow mud coffins for the two of them, which were engraved with countless mysterious Taoist patterns.

Under the personal witness of Wu Shi Zhong, Xiao Ping'an wrapped the two of them with the soil of reincarnation and solemnly placed them in the yellow mud coffin.

Then he buried them in the secret soil of the earth.

I saw that the yellow mud coffin was tightly fitted and the whole coffin was integrated as if it was conceived by nature, exuding a simple and natural Taoist charm.

The originally ordinary coffin glowed with an extremely bright light, and along with countless chaotic energy, it was buried in a secret place in the Kunlun secret realm.

The two yellow mud coffins shook slightly and slowly sank into the underground dragon veins, as if they were swallowed by the earth and merged into one with the earth.

Under the gaze of Xiao Ping'an and Wu Shi Zhong, the two yellow mud coffins just disappeared, and no trace of them could be found anymore.

The two of them silently sensed with their spiritual thoughts. If they had not just buried them with their own hands and had an unbreakable cause and effect, otherwise, even if they stood here in person and deduced carefully, they would not have thought that there was anything unusual here.

Wu Shi Zhong felt relieved only after he sensed the two coffins floating up and down in the underground dragon veins.

Wu Shi Zhong looked at the coffin deeply for a long time, solemnly thanked Xiao Ping'an, and then turned into a divine light and returned to the Purple Mountain of Beidou Star.

As for the fairy tear green gold coffin of the Great Holy Body, it fell into Xiao Ping'an's hands tacitly as a reward.

In addition, Xiao Ping'an also dug out the sacred spring vein that was fixed in the Yao Chi.

Even if it was connected to the Taichu Ancient Mine, there were only a few Dark Supremes who snorted coldly and let it go.

No one dared to cause trouble for Xiao Ping'an. After all, the Dark Supreme of the Immortal Mountain was killed by Xiao Ping'an in full view of everyone.

Now that Xiao Ping'an is powerful and has so many helpers, they would be committing calamity if they don't level this dark restricted area.

Then Xiao Ping'an came to the Holy Cliff again and opened the coffin lid of the Great Holy Body with a click.

He wanted to carefully examine the corpse of the Great Saint Body here on the Holy Cliff to see if this corpse could be like the father of the Great Emperor Wu Shi, and could be spiritual and condense the Seal of Reincarnation.

This holy cliff is filled with pools of blood, which have long lost their divinity.

In this coffin, there is also a coffin of blood, which has also lost most of its divinity.

Normally, this red blood should be holy blood, pure and brilliant, but the blood in the coffin is just blood.

The Great Holy Body was lying in the blood, covered with green hair.

There was a violent splash of blood, and then with a splash, a large green claw stretched out, covered with corpse hair and dripping with blood.

In this black sarcophagus that is a hundred feet long, there is half a pool of blood, which is bright red and weird. The big claws covered with green corpse hair look very strange.

It exuded an extremely oppressive aura, carrying a murderous intent that was as heavy as a mountain.

There were flashes of lightning in Xiao Ping'an's eyes, like little dragons, blocking the big claws from reaching forward.

No matter how the holy body roared or struggled, it could not move forward at all.

Little dragons transformed from thunder swam around the body of the Great Saint, and each of them evolved from countless thunder runes.

Chaos thunder was flowing, one mysterious Taoist diagram after another, mysterious and unpredictable, making a thunderous sound, just like the creation of the world.

The divine power was so overwhelming that it forcibly imprisoned the great holy body.

The great holy body struggled so hard that the coffin lid was blown off.

The majestic and tall figure stepped out of the coffin, and the aura emanating from his eyes was as sharp as a knife.

The tall and mighty holy body is like a demon god, looking down on all living things.

His eyes were too dark to look directly into, emitting immortal power; his blood stuck his hair together, flowing with immortal power.

(End of this chapter)