The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

"Donghuang!"

When something doesn't make sense, Feng Qing'an immediately thinks of the King of Youhuang. If he doesn't understand something, there's no need to figure it out on your own. Asking for advice directly is the right way.

"What's the matter?"

"There is something about the power of incense..."

Feng Qing'an told his thoughts truthfully. He was eager for the benefits of incense and wish power, but he did not want to bear the disadvantages of incense wish power.

People are so greedy.

No one is exempt.

All living beings have desires.

Practitioners do not seek fame and wealth, regard gold and silver as dung, and regard power as passing clouds and smoke. Therefore, practitioners have no desires or pursuits?

Are you kidding me?

Practitioners have desires that transcend the ordinary world. What they long for is the great road, immortality, and overwhelming magical power. This is a power that transcends the ordinary world.

"It is rumored that in ancient times there was a great emperor who benefited the world and received the power of the Dawn of Nine Continents. However, the emperor did not accept the power of the wish, but he was unwilling to give up, so he used the power of the people's wishes to create an incarnation of a Shinto emperor with incomparable power."

After listening to Feng Qingan's imagination and desire, Donghuang said slowly.

"Can you still play like this?"

After Feng Qingan heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. This was in line with his requirements. He is worthy of being an ancient emperor. He knows how to adapt and has the talent to create such a secret method that has the best of both worlds.

"There are no absolutes in this world. There are many kinds of magical powers and secrets. Only those you can't imagine exist. It's just..."

Donghuang deliberately prolonged his voice, and Feng Qing'an became nervous because he realized that although there are secret methods in this world, Donghuang may not necessarily master them.

"Just what?"

"The secret method created by the Holy Emperor has not been handed down, so even I have never mastered it."

The Lord of Youhuang Kingdom said slowly, although Feng Qing'an had just been prepared, he still couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he heard such words. However, being able to know the existence of this secret method is already very good, and it can be regarded as expanding his knowledge.

"Nevermind."

Even though this was true, Feng Qing'an still felt a little uncomfortable. Donghuang was clearly tormenting him. It would be better not to let him know, and simply not think about it.

"Few people know about the secret method created by the great emperor, but there are also many powerful people who have learned from the emperor's creation method and created similar methods of incarnation of the Shinto. It happened that my father had a copy and passed it on to But I never had the chance to use it."

"..."

Feng Qingan was silent for a while.

"What? You don't want it anymore?"

A cold voice with a hint of ridicule sounded in Feng Qing'an's heart.

"Will you not give it to me?"

Feng Qingan asked without blinking. How could he be manipulated so easily by the king?

"If you need it, nature will give it to you, but you have to pay something!"

Donghuang's voice became a bit playful.

"What do you want from me?"

Feng Qingan still maintained a tough stance.

"On that day, I asked you to come to the lonely palace. Did you fulfill your promise?"

Donghuang suddenly asked, and Feng Qing'an was speechless.

"Aren't I busy? Besides, I didn't agree at the time."

Feng Qingan's face suddenly stiffened.

"Well, I still have things to deal with..."

"Wait a minute, give me the secret method, and I'll come over now."

Feng Qing'an glanced at Minglong, who was now entangled with strands of incense and desire, and decided to aggrieve himself. It was not the first time anyway. How could a man be so coy in his life?

"I am busy with my affairs now and have no time. In some time, when I have time to summon you, you can come to the palace again."

"……good."

Feng Qing'an's cheek twitched twice, but he still bit his teeth and agreed.

"My secret method is not as good as the method created by the great emperor, but it is more than enough for refining an incarnation of the divine way. If you can find a better one in the future, you can replace it."

When the voice fell, an obscure and difficult secret method had already flowed into Feng Qing'an's heart.

Today's young man is no longer Wu Xia Amon. Even with a simple glance, he can understand the general outline and know the subtleties of it. This Shinto secret technique can be said to be every word, explaining what is the greatest simplicity.

However, the most difficult part of practicing this secret technique is not to understand its essence, but that in order to meet the requirements of practice, you must have a large amount of will power. This is to practice the secret technique. The most basic requirement.

But this was not a problem for Minglong. When Feng Qingan passed on the secret technique that he had obtained at a certain price from Donghuang to Minglong, the little guy was so excited that he was flying in the air. .

As the thunder roared and the hurricane roared, the golden-scaled dragon circled and danced in the air. All the pure will power that was originally wrapped around it and could not be dealt with suddenly fell off.

Streams of crystal clear wish power like spider silk were flying in the air. Minglong looked at these wish powers and let out a long groan. He opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing all the incense wish powers into his body.

The golden-scaled dragon was flying and swimming in the clouds. Under Feng Qingan's expectant gaze, he opened his mouth and spat out, and then a golden shadow, only about a foot in size, like a loach, shot out from his mouth.

Fengqing Andingqing took a look and saw that it was actually a golden-scaled arowana with a pair of sharp dragon horns on its forehead. Its body was crystal clear, as if it were carved from glass and jade. It was radiant with divine light and naturally had a sense of holiness and majesty.

"..."

Although Minglong successfully used the wish power flying from the sky to create an incarnation of the Shinto, Feng Qing'an looked at this creature shaking its head in the sea of ​​clouds and took over all the wish power of Ming Long instead of Ming Long. The dragon fish fell into silence.

Dragon head, fish body, chi kiss.

Feng Qing'an was very familiar with this little appearance. He had even eaten it. So the moment this thing appeared in front of his eyes, Feng Qing'an wondered if the Suicune was resurrecting his body and resurrecting it again.

However, when Feng Qing'an used the "Magic of Divine Exercise" to control the Minglong Armor, and also controlled the dragon fish that swallowed up all the incense and wishing power that kept flying from the bottom of the earth, he finally eliminated it. Worry, that is indeed an incarnation of the will power without any self-awareness.

"Because of the divine weapons?"

Feng Qing'an asked Minglong and discussed with him, but the little guy couldn't explain clearly, because it was an incarnation refined from the power of wish as the raw material according to the requirements of the secret technique. As for why it became like this It couldn't tell the reason for its appearance, it just looked like this when it was formed.

"Since there is no problem, let's continue and see how this thing can be cultivated. If there is really a problem, just break it up."

Feng Qing'an stared at the dragon fish for a long time, but after repeated confirmation, he found that he could control it at any time, so he temporarily gave up the idea of ​​destroying it and decided to observe it for a while.

Yin~

The golden-scaled dragon also took the incarnation of the Shinto that he had made into his paws, stared at it carefully, and looked at it again and again. Originally, this thing that had caused the owner's concern should be destroyed directly, but the owner wanted to observe it for a while. , then take another look.

"Once you find anything abnormal, destroy it without any hesitation."

Feng Qing'an decided to hand over the cleaning work of this mountain range to Minglong. Those human beings who had become slaves of the evil god should not let go of any one, but should kill them all.

And he must dispose of the corpses of the evil gods he just collected as soon as possible, and then kill the other evil gods who are still making trouble and doing evil in this land.

Yin~

When the little dragon waved its little paws and patted its chest, promising Feng Qing'an, Feng Qing'an had already turned around and entered the cave.

The second floor of the cave, the prison of ten thousand monsters!

Unlike the Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom, which only has thirty-six demon-locking towers on the first level of the cave, on this level, there are seventy-two demon-suppressing halls, each of which is a main hall. There are as few as a hundred and as many as nearly a thousand demons imprisoned in them.

Of course, quite a few of these demons captured by the Jin government had special backgrounds or other special reasons, so they could not be killed on the spot, so they could only be imprisoned.

But these don't matter in Feng Qing'an's eyes. Now when he goes to any place in Qi, the number of demons he encounters is several times more than the number of demons imprisoned in any demon-suppressing hall here.

Feng Qing'an randomly picked a rather remote Demon-Conquering Hall and walked in. In order to fit in with the topography of the cave, the construction and establishment of these Demon-Conquering Halls would appear to future generations to be quite haphazard.

Some demon-suppressing halls are used very frequently, and some will only throw monsters in unless they can't be filled in. Feng Qing'an broke into such a demon-suppressing hall.

"Gee, I haven't seen anyone new for a long time. Are you a member of the Xiao family or the Luo family?"

"It doesn't matter whose family he is from, hey, boy, can you stand over a little bit? I won't take your life, just let me bite you."

When the aura of strangers appeared in this prison where demons were suppressed, pairs of pupils of different colors, but mostly filled with blood-colored evil energy, lit up one after another from the darkness, with greedy and malicious eyes. Staring at him from all sides.

Even if an ordinary monk is watched by so many demons at the same time, even if he knows that these demons are imprisoned, he will only think about escaping instead of staying here for one more breath.

However, Feng Qing'an turned a blind eye to the malice coming from all directions like a sea. He just walked in the center of the enchantment hall, and followed the methods taught to him by Donghuang at any time to start suppressing and banning the demons. Transformed into a sword-making pool.

This is an effect achieved by further deriving the original formation. It will not have any impact on the original formation of locking demons and subduing demons. It will only use the power extracted from the formation to forge swords.

"Boy, why are you silent? What kind of ghost symbols are you bending down to draw on the ground?"

"This kid looks very strange. Why hasn't he said a word since he came in until now?"

"This guy looks really weird, and he hasn't even brought his colleagues here yet."

"He couldn't have sneaked in secretly, right? Judging from the sneaky appearance of this kid, he doesn't look like a member of the Xiao Luo family."

"Nonsense, who can sneak in?"

"I always feel like something is wrong. There is a big problem with this human kid."

Boom——

Along with the dull roar of the sound, all the demons who could look at Feng Qing'an and talk to each other closed their mouths. Even the demons with backgrounds widened their eyes at this moment, staring dumbfounded at the young man. The huge head was moved by unknown means.

After a moment of silence, the Demon-Conquering Hall, where a relatively small number of demons were imprisoned, also blossomed. Seeing a mountain god's head with their own eyes was obviously beyond their ability to bear and had an unparalleled impact on their minds.

"This, is this the aura of the Demon King?!"

"How is this possible? This is impossible!"

"I will never admit my mistake. My father is the Demon King. I am very familiar with this aura. No, my father's aura is not as good as this head."

"Are you kidding? Look, that thing has been dead for a while. Your father is still alive, but it can't compare to the dead thing? How strong was this tiger king when he was alive?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?"

"What's the point of discussing who is strong and weak at this time? They were all chopped off with only one head left. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net is so cool."

The many monsters who originally looked at Feng Qing'an's every move with a playful attitude became completely panicked at this moment. They no longer had the calmness and calmness before, and they had no intention of teasing Feng Qing'an.

Even if some of them are demons with origins, their backers are just demon kings. At this moment, the aura exuded by the heads taken out by the young man is not even comparable to those demon kings who are still alive. After killing such a ferocious existence, how could they be provoked?

"It's done!"

When he used the blood flowing from the tiger's head as dye to embellish the formations he added, dark red spiritual patterns appeared one after another in the places where he had been busy before.

An illusory and hazy blood pool appeared in the center of the Demon-Conquering Hall, and in the center of the blood pool, a large sword with a strange texture but even more illusory texture could be vaguely seen.

"Let me in!"

The moment he saw the blood pool appear, Feng Qing'an raised his leg and kicked the evil god's head in front of him. The originally illusory pool boiled instantly, and the illusory and unreal red liquid in it began to boil. It's like having your own life consciousness, swimming against the current.

Then Feng Qingan saw that the blood that was originally just tangible and insubstantial actually corroded the head of the mountain god, leaving only the slightly crystal white bones. In the end, not even the bones were left. , in the end there was only one real blood pool, with layers of bloody ripples rippling.

However, in this blood pool that seemed to be only ten feet square, the Demon-Suppressing Sword, which still remained illusory and had not changed as the blood pool turned virtual into reality, looked extremely dazzling.