The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 187 Ask Mr. Zhanshui
The silence of the embankment by the river did not last long. Along with the waves at the widest point in the middle of the river, a water curtain that seemed to connect the sky and the earth exploded, and an auspicious beast with the head of a dragon, the body of a horse, red scales, and wings leaped out. , rushed to Feng Qingan's place on the already furious Jiang Liu.

But at this moment, the Boliujiang River is completely rioting because of an angry will. The monstrous waves and torrents that are tens of feet high at every turn, even standing on the shore, feel shocking.

The auspicious beast in it, even if it broke through one water curtain after another and shattered one torrent after another, it was still more and more powerless, because this water area was targeting her at this moment, trying to suppress her and drag her into the bottom.

Yin~
Just at this time, a Qingyue dragon roar shook the world, and the golden dragon shadow rose from Feng Qing'an's body, turning into a majestic existence like a god descending from the earth, and the magnificent halberd in his hand struck down with force.

The azure blue edge fell, and the brilliance that seemed to separate the sky and the earth bloomed, splitting all the obstacles between the auspicious beast and the embankment in an instant, turning it into a smooth and unimpeded road.

It seemed that it was about to sink in the torrent, but the auspicious beast that was drawn into the bottom of the river took this opportunity to cross the embankment in an instant, stood beside Feng Qing'an, and then turned into the familiar Wuyun Treading Snow.

Seeing such a change in Sen Miao shocked the ghosts and gods nearby.

However, Wu Fu, who had been following Feng Qing'an, was also very surprised.But what shocked them even more was the golden figure standing in front of Feng Qing'an at the moment, and the gorgeous halberd it held in its hand.

It wasn't until this moment that they really realized that Ming Longjia had shown mercy to their subordinates all along. If they wanted to, warriors of their level would be wiped out with just one blow, and they were not qualified to fight with them at all.

"It turns out that this is the real power of Minglongjia!"

All warriors were greatly shocked, even Steward Zhao who had lived for more than 200 years was no exception. He was sincerely in awe of the majestic power that suppressed Baili Jiangliu with such a blow.

"Come back, don't hold on!"

Seeing the bright dragon armor in front of him, which seemed to have infinite scenery at the moment, Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and called it back. As the master, no one knew the details of this dragon armor better than him.

Its combat power appraisal rating is still commander-in-chief, and it has not even reached the lord level, but it has struck a blow that can threaten the king, which is naturally the credit of the divine soldier Ting Hai.

But even with such divine power, its rating is not king-level, because the spiritual power it holds, according to the strict division of realm, is the commander-in-chief. After hitting this blow that can threaten the king, it can't even hit the second level. It hit, Ming Longjia's spiritual power has been emptied out of most of it just now.

Combat power ratings are based on the combat power that can be sustained and stably erupted under normal conditions, rather than the destructive power that transcends the realm that erupts temporarily with the help of magical weapons or special secret skills. Because it is not durable, the rating is identified , is often the real realm.

Yin~
Hearing Feng Qing'an's call, the appearance didn't change at all, but the Minglong armor that had been hollowed out inside turned into a slender dragon, and under the eyes of all the ghosts and gods, it slipped into his sleeve .

It was at this moment that the waves were surging, and above the torrential river, dense water vapor rose and turned into dense clouds and rain. The deep rain clouds spread rapidly in an abnormal manner visible to the naked eye, and the bean-sized raindrops followed. drop it.

The torrential rain, if the Tianhe River is pouring, the already dangerous river will become more ferocious from this moment. In the increasingly turbid river, a bright red aura manifests in the river water, outlining the outline of the river meandering and wandering. The Baizhang Longying.

When this dragon shadow manifested in the majestic rainstorm, the heavy dragon power spread, and Feng Qing'an could clearly feel that the figures of ghosts and gods who came to wait and see were all suppressed in an instant.

Feng Qing'an didn't care about the group of ghosts and gods, anyway, they were just a group of make-up, don't expect them to make any effort, they will just witness what happened next.

Standing in the rainstorm, the young man didn't touch a drop of water. He looked at the crimson dragon shadow that became more and more conspicuous in the darkening night and in the turbulent river, and couldn't help laughing.

"There isn't even a single mortal here, so what's the use of making this rainstorm? Who does Suicune want to scare? Gather up your strength and save yourself!"

As Feng Qing'an's plain voice fell, the increasingly intense rainstorm gradually calmed down, but the rain was still heavy, but it did not affect Feng Qing'an.

As for the group of warriors, it doesn't matter, they are watching the Baizhang Longying in the river with excited expressions, this is the first time they have seen such an existence in this life.

The river surged, and the crimson dragon's head protruded from the river like a hill, with red horns, bright scales, long fluttering beards, and a dragon's mane rippling with the rapids.

Looking at the dragon head alone, Hongxi, the water lord of the Bailang River, is almost exactly the same, except that there are differences in size and details. Under the dragon head, it is completely different.

Hongxi has the head of a dragon and the body of a fish, but the Lord of Flowing Rivers in front of him has the body of a serpent. The winding snake body makes him look very similar to a real dragon, but Feng Qing'an can see it clearly.

The dense torrential rain and the turbulent river couldn't stop his gaze at all. He could see that this Water Lord only had a pair of front paws, but no back paws, and its front paws only had three toes, hidden under the water. .

But even so, Lord Boliujiang still has a powerful force that Feng Qing'an alone can hardly contend with.

"Identify!"

[Race: Flood Dragon]

[Attributes: Dragon, God, Water, Thunder]

[Potential Level: Monarch Medium]

[Battle power level: King·Superior]

As the younger brother, Hongxi, Lord of the Bailangjiang River, is indeed a veritable younger brother compared to his elder brother. Feng Qing'an can conclude that the scarlet dragon in front of him stretched out a claw, and he can hit Hongxi with a single claw. .

"You are very similar to that person, and your breath is also very similar, but you are not him!"

Feng Qing'an was sizing up Jiaolong, while Bo Liu Jiang Shuijun, who had manifested his real body, was also examining Feng Qing'an's appearance of killing his father and enemy, how could he not know?

"What is your relationship with him?"

"Brothers!"

Feng Qing'an looked at Long Jun, who was showing infinite supernatural power against the backdrop of the violent wind and rain, and thunder and lightning, and replied calmly, he was not afraid of being stimulated. It was just a head, which was bigger than Heishan and Bai Yao combined. Jiaolong.

"What does Suicune think of me?"

"It's not him!"

Boliujiang Shuijun responded again, its eyes were full of indifference, but there was nothing crazy about it.Regarding Feng Qing'an, it seems that he has no intention of killing him to vent his hatred.

I don't know if it was because of the sword in Feng Qing'an's waist that he calmed down and did not make any drastic moves.

"Since Suicune doesn't have any ideas, it's time for us to talk about business!"

The smile on Feng Qing'an's face was restrained, his face became serious, and his tone became aggressive,

"In the past three years, why haven't you fulfilled the duties of Suicune, Shi Yunbu rain?"

"Shi Yunbu rain? Hehe, every time a mortal asks me for rain, I mostly respond. What dissatisfaction do you have?"

Flood dragon's voice was as thick as thunder roaring, stirring in the heavy rain, it seemed to be a bit mocking.

In the past three years, he has indeed been a little tired, even disheartened, but he has done what he should do. He will respond to everyone who offers sacrifices to him and asks him for rain, but it is only a response. What does it matter to him whether it is torrential rain or drizzle?He has rained!

"The rainfall in Nanzhao Prefecture has been decreasing year after year. The grain production in this grain production area has dropped sharply. In some places, the harvest has even been halved. Have you ever known this?"

Feng Qing'an questioned, his tone was extremely strong, as if he was coming to ask a crime, watching the ghosts and gods worried, but they dared not speak out at this moment.

"This is a matter of your human race. What does it have to do with me? The sharp drop in food production, you should think about whether it is your own problem."

Hearing Feng Qing'an's response, Shui Jun indifferently shirked it, not thinking that it had something to do with him, but rather a strange ambiguity,

"Maybe the farmers are lazy and don't care about farming, or it may be that the officials have levied and plundered, resulting in the loss of people's power. , causing Chao Gang to be confused..."

"So, in the past three years in Nanshao Mansion, the grain production has been reduced every year, and it has nothing to do with you?"

Feng Qingan's palm was already holding the hilt of the sword.

"Maybe it has something to do with it, but in the final analysis it is also the reason of your human race!"

Lord Boliu Jiangshui responded casually.

"Oh?"

"You are that man's younger brother, so you should know what your elder brother has done. I am a son of a dragon. I was shocked by the news of my father's death. I didn't think about food and drink, and I didn't care about Jianghe's government affairs. Putting this on you human race is a human race. What's the reason for you to find me to blame you for putting it on me?"

Jiaolong's bright red vertical pupils stared at Feng Qing'an firmly, the vertical pupils were bigger than a human, coupled with the unscrupulous dragon's power, gave great oppression to the surrounding warriors and ghosts, but Feng Qing'an was always His face remained the same, without any change in expression.

"That's why we humans have a filial piety period. If you can't perform the duties that Suicune should fulfill, then you abdicate. If you can't be Suicune, don't be. As long as you abdicate, you can do whatever you want, and you can guard your father's tomb. No one will care about you!"

Feng Qing'an said calmly, but the words he said were more shocking than the thunder in the sky.

"Hahaha, you let me retreat from the position of Lord Shui, do you think anyone can sit in this position if they want?"

Hearing Feng Qing'an's words, Lord Boliu Jiangshui smiled instead of anger. After laughing, he stared at this young man who was almost similar to his father-killing enemy, and the anger suppressed in his heart erupted at this moment.
responsibility

"Who do you think you are? Do you think holding that man's sword can easily order ghosts and gods, and also make me Yijiang Shuijun abdicate? What do you think of me?"

"In my eyes, you are nothing more than a god without virtue. If virtue is not matched, there will be disasters!"

Feng Qingan responded.

"I have no virtue? Your elder brother beheaded this king's father, but this king will still respond when your human race prays for rain, no matter how much or how little, this king will also respond. Immoral?"

"Food production has been decreasing year after year, and you are the culprit!"

At first glance, it seems that this Suicune is quite wronged, and people can't help but want to sympathize, but think about his position, how many human races will suffer because of a slight negligence, even if it's just to vent their emotions?
"If the rainfall is abundant, the common people don't need to pray for rain at all. If the common people offer sacrifices and pray for rain frequently, it will be proof that you, Lord Shui, have lost your virtue. What do you want to do?"

"It's also because your human race is not grateful. I have blessed the human race on both sides of the strait with good weather and good harvests every year, but under the bumper harvest every year, the incense offered to the king's sacrifices has dropped sharply every year!"

Mr. Boliu Jiangshui didn't think he was wrong at all, instead he laughed at the people on both sides of the strait,

"Now my king is lazy and lazy, but the incense offered to him is increasing day by day. Hahaha, your human race is really a bitch!"

"So you admit that you control the rain in order to force the people to offer incense to you?"

"I didn't persecute it. This is just an exchange made by me as a god with you human race. You offer incense to me, and I give you the heavy rain you ask for. I just get the incense that I deserve. Why? Is there a crime?"

"You have neither compassion nor a sense of responsibility as a person. You are proud of your divine power and despise the people on both sides of the strait. Thinking of your hard work in the past, you are allowed to abdicate!"

Feng Qing'an lowered her eyes.

"I still have the same question as before. What do you think you are? Your sword can command ghosts and gods, but it can't scare me. You are not your brother. Know yourself, little ant!"

Jiaolong bowed his head, sprayed hot balloons from his mouth and nose, stared at the young man's thin and small figure, and sarcastically said mercilessly, but the young man didn't say a word, but drew his sword out of its sheath in response.

Zheng——

The snow-white sword light shone on both sides of the river at this moment. The dark clouds accumulated due to the existence of the dragon seemed to be swept away by the sword of the legendary giant Longbo. Jiang cast a faint soft light.

A faint golden stream of light filled the river, lingering on a dragon that had lost its vitality. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, but it resumed its flow in the next moment.

As the cumulus clouds in the sky were swept away, sticky dragon blood spurted out from the neck of the dragon, and the head of the dragon, which was as big as a hill, fell from the sky and hit the embankment. Without struggling, being engulfed by the turbulent river current, he was about to rush downstream.

However, Senmiao under Feng Qing'an reacted very quickly. Without the suppression of the water king, she controlled the river flow in front of her, and did not let the headless body of the dragon be washed away by the current. When Chen Heng was promoted, he was in the same place as the severed head, which shocked ghosts and gods.

"Ugh!"

Staring at the unpretentious and unstained long sword in his hand, Feng Qing'an sized it up for a moment, then sighed lightly, put the sword back into its sheath, and looked at the wide-eyed man in front of him, as if there was still a trace of it. I can't believe the dragon head that remains like a hill.

"If you don't want to abdicate, I will help you abdicate. I wonder if you are satisfied with this result?"

He was obviously the Dragon Seed Suicune whose vitality was ten to a hundred times greater than that of the big monster, but at this moment, under that sword, his performance was not even as good as that of an ordinary monster, and all chances of resurrection were wiped out with one strike.

Vitality, vitality, soul... All previous opportunities were completely wiped out, and there was no time to regret and regret.

　Still haven't slowed down, ah!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)