The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 288 Whimsical, superimposed visions

"what is this?"

The young man in white, whose complexion looked like it was carved from the finest flawless jade, was delicate and smooth yet lifeless. He raised his head and looked around. Light gray Yin Qi was floating in all directions, and hundreds of nearly a thousand pale and transparent ghosts were wandering around him. .

"Walking little ghost?"

Feng Qingan is very familiar with this pale and transparent ghost. It is a specialty of the Netherworld. It can be seen everywhere, if not everywhere.

Not to mention other things, every time the little Phoenix Youyou travels, even if it is just a simple flight, it is not intentional, but it does not know how many ghosts it will crush to death.

These are not souls, but ghosts that naturally breed due to the special environment of the Netherworld, just like the weeds that can be seen everywhere on the roadside in the human world.

These are the things that can be seen everywhere in the Netherworld, but they just came out of Feng Qingan's body, or in other words, when he evolved the vision.

Immortal pulse condition, the world of Netherworld!

Just as Donghuang said, it was impossible to deduce the pulse of an immortal from such a large amount of Qi. However, this evolving phenomenon really made Feng Qingan speechless and choked, not knowing how to evaluate it.

Looks very powerful?

But in the memory of the young sect master, there was no relevant description at all. This was also beyond his knowledge. In the thousands of years of Yinhun Sect's history, there was only the rumored founder of the sect, who wrote the "Six Yin Youtian Immortal Sutra" 》, which evolved into the first-grade pulse condition and the ten thousand ghosts patrolling the sky.

Under that patriarch, including the immortal ancestors in the sect, what they condensed and evolved were basically third-grade visions. A few of them deduced the visions to the second-grade due to various opportunities. No one is of the same rank.

Therefore, even this young sect master sometimes couldn't help but question the achievements of the founder of the sect. He could not imagine what kind of existence could use such heretical fairy scriptures to evolve a first-class pulse. , how is this done?

Could it be that the disciples of that patriarch were exaggerating and fabricating things that did not exist out of thin air in order to boast about the achievements of the ancestor and set up an insurmountable peak in the hearts of the younger generations of disciples.

It is difficult to maintain a first-level education, let alone an immortal level. This young sect master has no relevant concepts at all. The situation Feng Qingan is encountering now is completely outside his cognitive blind spot.

"Donghuang, look at my vision. What's it like? It feels useless."

Even though he had condensed the pulse of immortality that many monks dreamed of, and even the geniuses would envy, Feng Qing'an was still picky and disgusted.

Because he has seen Donghuang's pulse, they are also immortals. The vision of the king is a female emperor, sitting high in the Nine Heavenly Palace. It turns out that he is a small Netherworld, and it also comes with Netherworld's unique specialties.

Is this any use?

As for those countless little wandering souls in the netherworld, even if they are thrown into the mortal world, they can hardly do anything. They can only bully the old, weak, sick and disabled among mortals.

Just this thing, no matter how much it is derived from, what's the use?

"..."

After listening to Feng Qingan's rambling introduction and his endless complaints, Donghuang couldn't help but sigh.

"Visions can grow. Do you really expect that once your vision evolves, it will have the power to change the world?"

"It's not impossible."

Feng Qing'an, who was reminded by Donghuang, touched his chin and looked at the wandering soul beside him, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"So, these wandering souls can also grow, but why can they grow?"

"What they can become depends entirely on you. It depends on how you cultivate them. I have seen an existence in the ghost world grow from an ignorant ghost to a ghost king. If you are willing, you can also cultivate the wandering ghosts. Become the King of Ghosts."

"Wandering soul still has such potential?"

When Feng Qing'an heard this, he was immediately shocked. The way he looked at the wandering souls beside him was completely different from then on. These were weak wandering souls that couldn't even be hurt by mortals. They were clearly just one. A ghost king seed.

Just think about it, the ghosts wandering around him at this moment are not ghosts of weak chickens, but ghost kings one after another. Feng Qing'an can't help but get a little excited just thinking about this scene.

However, he quickly calmed down. To deduce the vision to such an extent, it must be supported by a corresponding level of strength, otherwise everything will be a castle in the air, rootless, and just a daydream.

"There's no way I could make it to this point."

The light that just lit up in Feng Qing'an's eyes suddenly dimmed. Before he could cultivate Yuan Dan, he would inevitably lose his power. How could his previous cultivation of Yuan Dan be able to support multiple ghost kings?

Even if he is at the Yuan Dan realm, he cannot support the hundreds and nearly a thousand ghost kings in front of him. Even if he becomes a human immortal, it may be a bit of a stretch. However, he may not necessarily provide the ghost king's consumption, but even if it is just Part of it is too much.

"Have you forgotten the vision I had in my previous life? I can still use it even in this life."

"Do you have a secret method to retain the vision after dispersing your cultivation?"

Feng Qingan reacted immediately.

"I am reincarnated and re-cultivating, and I can retain the Tao and fruits of my previous life, but you are re-cultivating San Gong. I don't know how far you can achieve it, but you can give it a try."

"Can this secret technique of yours be used repeatedly?"

Even though he was not sure whether he could use Donghuang's secret method, Feng Qing'an still had extremely greedy thoughts in his mind.

After dispersing the power, retain the vision, change another method, and continue to practice. After re-cultivating the vision, dispersing the power again, and so on. When one day, when many immortal phenomena are superimposed, what will happen?

"..."

Hearing Feng Qing'an's question, Donghuang, who had achieved countless monks and evil ghosts in his past life and this life, and admired his outstanding achievements, fell silent again.

She didn't know how to answer. The king had never thought that there were people in this world who were still not satisfied after obtaining the immortal pulse, and wanted to use secret methods to superimpose visions.

This can no longer be described as simple greed, it is simply whimsical.

"I don't know, but cultivation is something that goes against heaven, so why not give it a try?"

Although she felt that Feng Qing'an was too greedy, Donghuang didn't criticize her for it. She even thought that she could give it a try. If it didn't work, she would change the secret method herself to make this impossible fantasy possible.

Immortal grade pulse superposition? What will eventually evolve?

She also wanted to know, she had never seen or heard of it, and no one had ever had such a arrogant idea.

At least she hasn't seen it.

"Why not give it a try? Hahaha, you're right, why not give it a try!"

The moment Feng Qingan said it, he felt that his idea was too greedy. He was even prepared to be lectured by Donghuang, but he did not expect that the king was unexpectedly open-minded. Not only did he not say anything, but Encourage him to try.

"Before you try it, you must first master all the pulses of your immortal soul, and at least cultivate these wandering souls to the point where they can be used."

"Yeah, I know. By the way, what's the fastest way to train a wandering soul?"

Feng Qingan seriously asked the Lord Youhuang for advice.

"Fight and devour."

"?"

Feng Qingan was stunned after hearing this.

"Isn't it easy for ghosts cultivated in this way to fall into madness?"

"Do you need these ghosts to have their own intelligence?"

"unnecessary."

On the one hand, the practitioners' visions are used for practicing and enlightening, and on the other hand, they are used to protect themselves, that is, to fight with others. In this case, there is no need to let the ghost have any ideas of its own. Fear of death is the best.

"I see."

"Um."

"I am now preparing to sneak into the Yinhun Sect. With my current level, I can imitate the aura of the young sect master. Even if there are any mistakes, it will not be a big problem if I cover them up with the power of the demon. The only problem is those three human immortals If they notice something, I'm afraid..."

"I will always pay attention to your safety."

Donghuang's will disappeared.

However, Feng Qing'an didn't know how much shock he had brought to the Lord of Youhuang Kingdom in just one day. The king was alone in his palace, silent for a long time, and then stood up.

"Underworld!"

Feng Qing'an raised his head, and as his thoughts fell, the cold air that permeated his body suddenly rushed back to him like a tired bird returning to the forest. The nether world that was isolated from the weather was no longer there. Existence, the rays of the sun that had been blocked once again fell on the silent mountains.

The barren mountain that was originally full of life, and even more full of energy after Feng Qingan's arrival, has now completely turned into a dead place, where even the sounds of birds and insects can no longer be heard.

Because at the moment Feng Qingan's vision unfolded, the area several miles around him turned into a world of ghosts, and the living creatures that had no time to escape, whether they were birds, beasts, snakes, rats, insects, were all captured by the ghosts. All life was taken away.

A ghost can only bully some old, weak, sick and disabled mortals, but a group of ghosts gathered together can massacre a village. Feng Qingan said he disliked it in every possible way, but in fact, he now walked freely to any gathering of human beings. The earth can turn into a natural disaster, even if he does nothing.

"Let me think about it, the vision that the young sect master mastered is the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts. I can completely disguise it."

The so-called Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts, when activated, hundreds of evil ghosts with different images will appear behind them. Initially, these evil ghosts were all illusory and had no killing power. Even the hundreds of ghosts like him were worse than the ones he has now. No, but as your cultivation improves, all these evil ghosts will become real.

When the young sect leader who was killed by him traveled, even if he was just one person, he would walk at night like a hundred ghosts. However, this naturally cannot be compared with him. When he unfolded his vision, it was the arrival of the underworld.

Therefore, Feng Qingan can do everything that Hundred Ghosts Night Parade can do, and do it better.

"By the way, there are also those two old ghosts."

Feng Qing'an thought of the two attendant elders who escaped. The two old guys who ran very fast might be a flaw in his trip, but it was not a big problem.

Because the guardians he was really familiar with have been hacked to death, and he now has the means to contact these two old ghosts. As long as he can find them, he can solve all future troubles.

"Let me see the secret method of contacting the accompanying elders."

"Yes, I found it."

Feng Qingan's eyes lit up, and he kneaded the magic formula with his hand. The mysterious and lustrous energy emerged in his hand, and then turned into a ghastly skull. The upper and lower jaws collided, making a rattling sound. Soon, the skull In his eyes, there was a green soul fire, and then there was an old voice, which contained a bit of excitement, joy, and anxiety, which seemed extremely complicated.

"Young Sect Master!"

"Where did you two old guys escape to? Why don't you come here and pick me up!"

Feng Qing'an recalled the tone of the Ghost Dao Tianjiao's words, and his voice, voice, and breath all changed accordingly.

"Are you okay?"

"Tell me if there's anything wrong with me!"

Feng Qing'an's tone was depressing, like a volcano about to erupt. At this moment, he assumed the identity of a ghostly genius who escaped from death in embarrassment.

"Is Lord Liya still there?"

"Didn't you see what happened to him when you escaped? If he hadn't bought time, do you think you two old guys could have escaped?"

"Young Master, we..."

The old voice revealed a bit of embarrassment and a bit of fear. They failed to fulfill their duties at the critical moment. Instead, they abandoned the people they were supposed to protect and fled privately. No matter which sect or sect they belonged to It's all considered a major sin.

"Don't blame me for not giving you a chance. I also paid a heavy price to escape. Now I am seriously injured. If you come here now and escort me back, you will make up for it.

I can exempt you from the death penalty, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net If you still dare to shirk, it will be a death penalty. When I go back, I will invite my father. If my father ignores me, I will go to find my ancestor. You see what will happen to you two then. "

Under Feng Qing'an's coercion and inducement, the two old guys immediately panicked. They didn't care whether what Feng Qing'an said at the moment was true or not, and they didn't even try to verify Feng Qing'an's identity - this was a secret method of communication. , Under normal circumstances, no one would think that something would go wrong.

"... Young Sect Master, where are you? The red-haired old ghost and I will come to pick you up right now."

"If I don't see your people within half an hour, you two had better run away as far as you can without letting me catch you."

The sinister voice sounded, and these two old voices responded quickly.

"We're coming here now, we won't keep you waiting, young master."

Feng Qing'an told him where he was at this time, and then stood there quietly waiting. Just a quarter of an hour later, Feng Qing'an saw two mysterious lights trailing blood trails.

"Blood-burning method? Really hard work."

Feng Qing'an smiled immediately, and when these two familiar old figures appeared in front of him, the gloomy and cold air suddenly surged out of his body, cutting off the world and transforming into the underworld...