The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 949: Burial of the King
buzzing.

The bottom of the abyss was like a black hole, emitting creepy fluctuations.

Countless divine lights suddenly seemed to have lost their power and fell back to the bottom of the black hole, flowing towards the deepest part of the abyss.

Countless divine lights and auspicious colors flew back like a river, and like the receding tide, they swept the white turtle carrying the immortal and carried it into the depths.

"what..."

"help me!"

"I want to get out of here!"

The white turtle and the little fairy let out heart-wrenching cries, or rather, fluctuations of their spiritual thoughts.

Although they could not hear their voices due to the unknown distance, Xiao Ping'an and others could indeed feel the fluctuations of their spiritual thoughts.

The breath of darkness and death loomed again, covering up all the sacred peace.

The white turtle carrying the immortal and the sacred and peaceful aura that appeared just now were like a flash in the pan and disappeared in a moment.

Xiao Pingan said to Bai Qilin: "Does this happen often? How often does it happen?"

Bai Qilin said: "I have been here many times before, and every time this terrifying tide of the avenue bursts out, I will escape!"

"This situation rarely occurs. It may not happen once in tens of thousands of years!"

"This White Turtle Camel Fairy appears from time to time. I have smelled its fragrance for a long time and wanted to catch it. Today is the closest I have ever been to it!"

The two worlds are about to merge together, and the rules of the road here have become extremely chaotic and extremely dangerous.

This white unicorn has been able to stay here for many years, obviously it has some treasure to protect it.

Bai Qilin said: "Based on my observations over the years, this fusion is about to end!"

"The most intense collision is over!"

"The confrontation between the avenues will become weaker and weaker, and soon we will be able to enter the burial ground to check it out!"

"I've been waiting here for so many years, just wanting to wait and catch the white turtle carrying the immortal!" Bai Qilin said embarrassedly.

Obviously, the extremely powerful aura from Xiao Ping'an made him realize that all his efforts over the years had been in vain and he could not compete with Xiao Ping'an at all.

Treasures are for those who are destined to get them. Since this white turtle carrying the immortal is ownerless, Xiao Ping'an will naturally not give up if he has the chance to get it.

This white Qilin is very sensible. When Xiao Ping'an decides to catch the white turtle carrying the immortal, he can let the white Qilin gain some insights.

Soon, amazing changes occurred at the bottom of the abyss.

Countless divine lights, like the ocean, rushed out from it again.

Countless fairy lights and auspicious colors, along with the divine chain of the order of the Great Dao, and the charm of the Great Dao at the level of the Immortal King are flowing.

Just like breathing, in the blink of an eye, the tide of the avenue rises again.

This time, the white turtle carrying the immortal did not appear.

At this moment, stone tablets one after another suddenly rushed out from deep underground, just like tombstones.

It looks as if it is made of ordinary stones, but there is magic in its ordinariness.

"Scriptures for burying the king!" Bai Qilin stared at the scriptures on the stone tablet with burning eyes.

I saw that those ordinary stones, one after another, quickly emitted countless chaotic energy and became bigger and bigger.

The densely packed Dao runes on it are extremely ancient, and are accompanied by the roar of the Dao's heavenly sounds, as if an almighty powerful being is chanting scriptures.

"It really is the legendary scripture for burying the king!" Bai Qilin was also shocked when he felt the scripture created by the Immortal King himself.

Xiao Ping'an also emitted his divine sense, carefully observing each stone tablet.

There were many potholes on it, some places were already very blurry, and some stone tablets were missing. But the scriptures on it were very complete and mysterious. Even at such a long distance, Xiao Ping'an could still feel the amazing rhyme of the Immortal King.

The White Qilin and the Flower Fairy both calmed down and observed carefully, trying their best to imprint it in their hearts.

"I don't know which burial king created this scripture, but its value is immeasurable!" said Bai Qilin.

When Xiao Ping'an reached this level, the Thunder Dao scriptures he created were no weaker than those of the Immortal Kings. When he was comprehending them, he also gained a lot of insights.

The Burial King in this burial soil created more than one scripture. According to Xiao Ping'an's observation, this Burial King is definitely one of the top powerful ones among the Immortal Kings.

The three of them looked intently at the Immortal King's scriptures.

Even though there were some incomplete parts, everyone was trying hard to identify it.

This kind of scripture, which is unique to the King of Burial, uses the unique writing of their ethnic group.

But everyone's cultivation has reached this level, and if they contemplate it carefully, they will naturally be able to understand it.

After all, runes are only auxiliary, and what is truly precious is the great principles contained in them.

Just like when Ye Fan comprehended the Dao Palace Chapter of the Western Emperor Sutra in the Holy Land of Yao Chi, although there was no clear scripture, the essence of the great Dao was truly passed on to him.

The black paper boat controlled by Xiao Ping'an slowly approached the stone tablet.

After all, in this place, the restrictions on divine consciousness are too great. Even if one tries one's best, one can only sense vaguely, and the efficiency is too low.

Xiao Ping'an controlled the black paper boat and unknowingly came to the bottom of the abyss and sank to the bottom of the gray ocean.

At this moment, the gray ocean was like haze above our heads.

At the beginning, Bai Qilin and Flower Fairy were very nervous.

Xiao Ping'an was full of confidence. He believed in the strength of the black paper boat.

Sure enough, the black paper boat lived up to everyone's expectations, and they did not encounter any danger along the way.

After the initial panic, Bai Qilin and Hua Xianzi quickly regained their composure and carefully observed the runes on the stone tablet.

The scriptures of the Buried King should never be ignored. Even if one does not practice, just contemplating them can yield significant gains.

Xiao Ping'an imprinted most of the Dao runes in the blink of an eye, while Bai Qilin and Hua Xianzi, although eagerly imprinting, could only imprint a part of them, and their speed was much slower than Xiao Ping'an.

Xiao Ping'an looked around.

There is countless chaos surging under your feet, and there is also dazzling fairy light surging.

The tattered stone tablet sank and floated up and down like the tide.

Even though he sank to the bottom, he could not find the white turtle carrying the immortal.

He tried to sink deeper and found that even if the distance was not far, it would still take a long time to reach it.

It’s as if there is a space formation there.

"The time and space here are very strange. Everyone just stay on the paper boat and don't move." Xiao Pingan reminded the two.

The two nodded, still immersed in comprehending the King Burial Scripture.

Since they had fallen into a deep state of enlightenment, Xiao Ping'an did not force them to wake up, but waited and saw what would happen.

At this moment, suddenly a terrible breath came from the bottom of the abyss.

An extremely terrifying avenue rune rushed out like a flame, instantly tearing the void to its extreme brilliance.

The White Qilin and the Flower Fairy, who were seeking enlightenment, were both awakened by the shock.

The sound of a grand sacrifice rang out, and the voices of countless cries and blessings resounded throughout the world.

(End of this chapter)