The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 209 Heavenly Dragon Monk

[Type: Garuda]

[Attributes: demon, bird, gold]

[Potential Level: King·Inferior]

[Battle power level: King · Medium]

In the middle of the fourth floor of the cave, there is a bird's nest as huge as a mountain built of pitch-black spiritual wood with a golden and iron luster, and abundant spiritual light is rippling on it.

A ferocious bird with golden luster on the edge of its wings is crawling in it. Even though its eyes are closed, it seems to be sleeping, but there is a monstrous fierce aura permeating from its body, shocking all directions.

"This is the most outstanding monster race that I have cultivated for more than 1000 years!"

Pulling Feng Qing'an's consciousness, Jiu Ling hovered over the fourth floor of the cave, and his mood was extremely complicated.

The reason why it bowed to Feng Qing'an so easily today, and even relaxed the conditions again and again, is no longer limited to the Yaozu, because it has made countless attempts in the past long years.

It has no time to waste, if it misses Feng Qing'an, then only destruction awaits it, so even if it is a human race, if you show it a little possibility, it will let go.

"Is this the most outstanding demon clan you have cultivated?"

Looking at the eagle's nest below, Feng Qing'an could still see the remnants of the black feathers, only the fierce bird with a golden luster on the edge of the wings. I feel pretty good.

However, this Garuda, who is likely to stay at the level of the demon king, is the best demon clan cultivated by a cave spirit who spent thousands of years, that is simply a joke.

If this is the case, that guy is simply too weak in cultivating the monster race, no wonder it will give up its fantasy.

"I know what you're thinking, but do you know how inferior this guy's blood was at the beginning? It was originally the Black Feather Eagle you just came in and saw. I guided it, and let its blood transform step by step, and even made it It has the possibility to transform into a golden-winged roc!"

As if knowing that he was being laughed at, Jiu Ling explained angrily.

The potential of these monster races it met is so low, what can it do?It just wants to operate, and there is no room for it to play.

It couldn't understand at first why these monster races were so weak. These guys, in the original cave, didn't even have the qualifications to be guarding monster soldiers.

Later, it slowly figured it out and figured it out. The outside is already the territory of the human race, and the demon race with potential and talent will not stay here.

It is a good thing for the monster race to stay in the human race's territory, what future it can have, and not to be strangled, so after the human race has occupied it for a long time, the monster race it can meet are naturally unsightly stinky fish and rotten shrimp.

I don't want to talk about bloodlines anymore. For thousands of years, in its cave, eight thousand black-feathered eagles have been born, but none of them can compare to the golden-winged birds it has cultivated step by step.

But even the demon king who has been cultivated with great pains is hard to catch the eye, because it is difficult for this guy to discover its existence, and he thinks that he has come to this point because of his own efforts.

In fact, without its secret support back then, its bones would have been rotten into mud, how could it be arrogant to build a nest in the cave. It was a great honor for such a thing to be on duty in the cave back then.

"That's really hard work for you. By the way, has this guy laid eggs?"

There was one thing to deal with and another to deal with, listening to the spirit of the cave, complaining to himself, telling how difficult it is to cultivate the monster race, Feng Qing'an couldn't empathize with it, empathize with it, just waited for it to calm down, and asked this One sentence.

Not to mention anything else, Feng Qing'an feels that he still lacks a monster bird mount. Although Heishan and Senmiao can both fly into the sky, in terms of speed, they are definitely not as good as the monster bird in the same realm.

Although Jiu Ling disliked this guy very much, Feng Qing'an did not. Just looking at the Garuda's appearance, he could tell that there was unawakened blood in his body, and its wings had already shown signs.

"Lay eggs, I want this guy to find more female eagles and lay a few more eggs, but since this guy was promoted, his eyes have become picky, and he doesn't like the original kin!"

When Feng Qing'an asked this, it was as if something had been stabbed, and the resentment that the spirit of the cave had accumulated for an unknown period of time suddenly burst out, and it just spit on the Golden Winged Demon King, belittling him to nothing.

It's just awakening a trace of the blood of the golden-winged roc, and his vision has become extremely high. No matter what he looks at, he is picky and picky. He is so arrogant that he is not even willing to find a suitable partner or lay a few nests of eggs.

If this guy is willing to cooperate and lay a few more eggs, it can find a way to cultivate it. What if there are a few outstanding demon descendants who inherit the blood of the golden-winged roc and even go further to return to the ancestors?
"..."

Feng Qing'an stopped talking immediately, but used the power of the spirit of the cave to size up the bird king wantonly.

It has to be said that the feeling of being in charge of the cave is really wonderful, any living beings in the cave have no secrets from him.

In the eyes of outsiders, the Xiao family, a thousand-year-old family that is extremely mysterious and extremely fearful, has shed all its coverings in front of him, and is completely naked. Feng Qing'an is now very clear about the background and reliance of this family.

The Xiao family's greatest reliance in the cave is the Golden Winged Demon King on the fourth floor. Under the Eagle's Nest, there is also an extremely well-hidden secret vault. The shining spiritual light in it makes Feng Qing'an's eyes sparkle.

"As expected of a family!"

Happiness came so suddenly that Feng Qing'an had a hard time getting used to it. Now he has the opportunity to steal the treasure house of a thousand-year-old family.
"Can I go in and take a look?"

"Okay, but I suggest you better not do that."

Hearing Feng Qing'an's request to visit the treasure house of Xiao's family, the spirit of Dongtian said that it could be done, but still warned Feng Qing'an,

"Although their talents are poor, they are not stupid. It may not be a problem if one or two things are missing, but if you loot their secret vaults, it will arouse their vigilance. The treasures that were searched were put into the cave!"

"What does the Xiao family look like to you?"

Hearing this guy's plan, Feng Qing'an asked with raised eyebrows.This guy obviously ransacked the Xiao family's treasury secretly, but he did it in a very subtle way.

"I didn't treat them badly. If I hadn't let their ancestors in, how could they have developed to where they are now?"

"Since you can only look at it but not take it, then don't go in!"

Feng Bingwen stared at the eighteen secret vaults on the third and fourth floors, then shook his head with some regret. In fact, he didn't have anything in particular. The magical treasures and spirits are already difficult to catch the eye.

The fifth floor is a land with a radius of hundreds of miles dominated by hills. There is nothing to say. What really surprised Feng Qingan was the sixth floor. When his consciousness was drawn into it, he saw a lifelike turtle mountain at a glance. .

That is not a mountain shaped like a giant tortoise, but a giant tortoise crawling on the ground, with a head, limbs, shell, tail, everything that should be there.

Even the texture on the tortoise shell, the scales on the four feet, and even the horns on the head are all available, but everything has been petrified, and it has become a magnificent and majestic building that can be called The majestic and majestic Turtle Mountain.

"Master, do you think you can bring this turtle back? It is the son of a sky demon, and its talent far exceeds that of its parents. If you can bring it back to life..."

Jiu Ling's voice sounded from the side, even if it was a collision of consciousness, Feng Qing'an could still think of the shameless appearance of this big snake licking his face, as for its intention, it couldn't be more obvious.

Under his power, the skeletons of the utterly dead giants were half alive. Needless to say, the other blazing sun tree, this guy also recognized it as a trace left by an existence after its fall.

"roll!"

Feng Qing'an stared at Guishan, and refused without hesitation. Even if it had been turned into a mountain, the traces of time on it were extremely heavy.

As an ancient demon that had fallen in ancient times, and even its body had been turned into a mountain, its size was so large that Feng Qing'an didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​endowing it with spirituality and making it move again.

Comparing it with the giant skeleton with a height of more than [-] feet, which is based on a mountain, that giant skeleton is not even comparable to the head of this turtle, and it is not at the same level at all.The same thing is that these two guys have died very thoroughly.

"Master, let's not be in a hurry, wait until you become stronger..."

"To shut up!"

"All right!"

Seeing Feng Qing'an's tough attitude, the spirit of Dongtian had no choice but to give up, and led him to the seventh floor, but there were many giant towers, leaning on each other like a mountain, towering toweringly, losing most of its spirituality, and the spirit gold used for decoration And Baoyu, reflecting the past glory of this place.

"This is a feasting place for the sky demon in the past, but only a part of it is left!"

"Pity!"

Feng Qing'an carefully inspected the many decorative treasures used for decoration, and finally had to shake his head regretfully. Under the power of time, it seems that nothing is eternal, let alone immortal.

"Even if it's intact, you can't look down on it!"

"How is it possible? I'm not so picky!"

"The cave is so dilapidated that no rare treasures can be bred here. If you can repair it as soon as possible, I may be able to give you some unexpected surprises!"

"Surprise? In fact, you can surprise me right now. I heard that you still have Diliuye here?"

"Do you need Emperor Ointment?"

"I don't need it, but they need..."

"I understand!"

ah-

The fifth floor of the Nine-Shou Cave, only the consciousness roams around the cave. At this time, Feng Qing'an, who returned, watched a snake's head close to the top of his head, and the huge mouth like an abyss opened, and sneezed suddenly. Then, he saw the spectacle that countless monsters longed for.

Emperor Ooze!
Its shape is like an olive, with thousands of golden threads running through it, just like the records in ancient books, hanging down from the sky.

Heishan and Bai Yao, who were on guard beside Feng Qing'an, looked at the golden thread hanging above their heads in shock and joy, and received the gifts of heaven and earth that condensed the essence of the sun and the moon in their own ways without Feng Qing'an's orders. !
"..."

Feng Qing'an silently pushed aside the golden olives that fell on his head. He looked at Heishan and Baiyao, hesitating to speak. Under the watering of the emperor's liquid, the demon power and spiritual power in their bodies increased. Almost visible to the naked eye.

"Is it enough?"

The inquiry of the spirit of the cave rang in Feng Qing'an's ears, but Feng Qing'an, who already knew how the emperor's fluid in this cave was produced, directly refused,

"That's it!"

"okay!"

The magnificent wonders of heaven and earth only lasted for a short period of time and then came to an abrupt end, which confused Hei Shan and Bai Yao, as it was different from what they had inherited and remembered.

They looked down at the rocky ground under their feet again. Although they had attracted quite a bit of it just now, a lot of gold wires fell to the ground.

Logically speaking, there should be some spirits such as stone spirits and sand demons born, but the emperor liquid that fell to the ground seems to have no existence, but the monster power and aura growing in their bodies at this moment are so real.

oooo~
Heishan looked at Feng Qing'an suspiciously, and told him directly that what happened just now must have something to do with the master, after all, the emperor's fluid is so abnormal, it is totally different from what the inheritance describes.

"How to get out?"

Feng Qing'an, who had visited the cave all over the place, had the intention of leaving. What he saw today had a big impact on him, so he had to sort it out and think about it.

"Where are you going? There are 36 exits from the cave, all of which were set up by your human race!"

"Where I came in!"

"You can feel that you have controlled a part of the cave, and from now on, you can enter and exit as you like!"

Under the guidance of the spirit of the cave, Feng Qing'an quickly mastered the method of getting in and out.

"Sir, please come inside!"

The world was spinning, and Feng Qingan led the two wolves back to the familiar flying bridge plank road. Not far away, there was the soft welcome sound of the witches, as well as the wanton laughter and booing of the literati who went here to enjoy themselves.

"Young master, you are finally out!"

Not long after Feng Qing'an's figure appeared, Xiao Yi, who was already jumping in a hurry, immediately looked for him and left the Ten Thousand Monsters Kingdom. Feng Qing'an, who was supposed to be in Fengtian City, disappeared halfway, which scared them to death. Not lightly, even if you think about it with your feet, you will feel that their Xiao family has done something inside, but it has nothing to do with them.

After some involvement, Feng Qing'an asked three questions. Although the time of leaving and coming out did not match, this kind of thing was actually beyond the Xiao family's understanding.

Since the person is fine, they can only press the matter temporarily, Feng Qing'an is not something they can interrogate.

After walking out of the Wanyao Building and actually returning to the human world, Feng Qing'an couldn't help stretching his back as he watched the setting sun that was tilted to the west and was about to sink. Although he lost a lot, he gained more.

"Go, go home!"

Under the slanting sunlight, Feng Qing'an no longer had the interest to wander around the city, but just as he was leading the two wolves through the bustling crowds and on the way home, a howling sound came from a residential building. came.

Feng Qing'an glanced at it, then stopped, looking lively, because a few tall figures who were cruising on the street walked towards the noisy houses.

The Buddha's light swaying over the residential buildings is so conspicuous that it is difficult for these ghosts to ignore. According to the customary rules agreed between ghosts, gods and practitioners, practitioners are not allowed to show their supernatural powers in the city.

"Ok?"

Feng Qing'an, who was watching the fun, was startled for a moment, because he found that the Buddha's light bounded in the dwellings skyrocketed, forcing all the ghosts and gods around to retreat.

"Where is the monk? So brave?"

Just when Feng Qing'an was puzzled, the crowd of onlookers dispersed consciously, and an eminent monk walked out slowly, his young and handsome face naturally met Feng Qing'an's gaze, and then, the eminent monk's face froze, and he burst out,

"Senior brother!?"

(End of this chapter)