The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 222

"Senior, don't make jokes, such a major matter related to the path, how can it be trifling!"

When the old beggar approached Feng Qing'an and asked him with a smile if he decided to join the Qianyang Zongzong, Feng Qing'an had a serious face and sternly rejected the old beggar. He choked for a while and couldn't speak.

"Then your spiritual pet also said that you have been waiting for me for a long time?"

Daoist Yonghe had a gloomy look on his face, thanks to his joy in vain, but unfortunately for this kind of thing, the hexagram skills he learned are useless, he has nothing to do with this second young master at all, everything related to him Everything, just like the legendary Guixu, can only see entering but not exiting.

Faced with this kind of situation, Daoist Yonghe is not surprised. If he didn’t have this characteristic, he might not be in a hurry to beg others. They have always been the only ones who pick others from Qianyangzong. How can they be in a hurry to beg? Not necessarily once.

"That's not bad, just ask for something!"

"What's the matter?"

Daoist Yonghe's spirit was shaken, and when he came to his spirit, it would be good to make the other party owe favors, as long as the other party entered the mountain gate, everything would be easy to solve, sometimes he was not afraid of the other party's troubles, but he was afraid that the other party would have everything.

"Although I have the idea of ​​practicing now, I don't know anything about the practice of immortality, so I want to borrow a few Daoist scriptures from the Taoist priest to have a look. I wonder if the Taoist priest has any recommendations?"

"You're asking the right person!"

At this time, the eyes of the old beggar can be said to be shining brightly. The Taoist scriptures are easy to talk about, and he is not easy to spread the fundamental practice of the sect, but he has no scruples about these.

"I have nineteen volumes of "Qianyang Wenwen", but I sent 39 real people before and after. After 700 years and several deletions, the Daoist classics were finally assembled. You must read this book!"

"Is it!"

Feng Qing'an looked at the old beggar and took out stacks of books from his arms like a magic trick. Even if he didn't look at the contents, Feng Qing'an could guess it just by listening to the name. There are likely to be private goods.

But no matter how you carry private goods, since you dare to call yourself Daozang, you still dare to show it to him. There are some real things in it, so you can take a look at it, and he doesn't only look at the Qianyangzong family.

"This is too much!"

A quarter of an hour later, when he saw the old beggar was still picking up stacks outside, Feng Qingan couldn't bear it any longer. This was much thicker than the so-called martial arts that the martial judge gave him back then, and it couldn't be compared. It is enough to decorate the study room.

"not much!"

The old beggar looked at the pile of books as tall as a person in front of him, nodded in satisfaction, and said to Feng Qingan,
"This is what ordinary disciples of our Qianyang Sect need to finish reading within three years. If they can finish reading within three years, then they can start practicing!"

"Three years!"

Feng Qing'an looked at the mountain of books in front of him, and couldn't help but twitched his face. At this moment, he really felt what it means to practice hard.

This is just the beginning of cultivating immortals. Even after reading it, I don't have any extraordinary power in my body, I can't even rub out a spark, and there is no essential difference compared with ordinary people.

"My lord is still young now. It's only three years. It's nothing. You have time to read it slowly. Besides, with your talent, compared with you, the disciples in my sect can be called blunt. Maybe you will finish reading it in three months." !"

The old beggar smiled and said, this Tibetan scripture is naturally worthy of the name, but after reading it, you will even feel sympathetic with your mind, and your qi will move with the spirit, and you will naturally develop a dry yang true qi.

Of course, those who can do this are all extremely talented people, and once they appear, they will be accepted as personal disciples by real people.

But even with such a one-in-a-million talent, the old beggar has no doubt that this one in front of him can do it, or even do it better.

"Then thank you so much!"

Feng Qing'an picked up a book, originally he just wanted to read it casually, but after looking at it twice, he found that he could really understand the true meaning contained in it, and unconsciously flipped through it.

The old beggar wanted to say something at first, but when he saw Feng Qing'an looked in so easily, with a bright smile on his face, he didn't say anything, and walked away silently.

"Don't bother, just deliver some food on time!"

Before the old beggar left, he did not forget to give instructions to both sides.

Steward Zhao, who was originally an old Jianghu, couldn't tell that the seemingly sloppy old beggar in front of him was a land god in the opera rumors, and he immediately agreed respectfully.

However, the old housekeeper soon realized that he agreed too early, because only half a day later, a graceful and luxurious woman, like a fairy in the sky, knocked on the door of the mansion.

"I don't know if your son is here?"

"My son is reading the scriptures in the house, please wait a moment, miss, I will go pass it on here!"

Steward Zhao just glanced at the woman, then bowed his head respectfully, not daring to look any further.

Because with his eyesight, he didn't find a single blemish on this woman's face. Ordinary people, eclipsed by the sun, filthy all over, with perfect facial features, this is not the face that mortals should have.

"Please come in!"

Feng Qing'an, who had already finished reading the Daoist scriptures on one side, was still unsatisfied, but he did not forget his previous plan. He just let the old beggar hand him "Qianyang Wenwen" and put it aside, and met the girl from the cloudy sky. build.

The hook is straight and the bait is salty!

It can be described as blatant fishing!

But such things are always taken by the wishers, and as expected, when the fairy daughter walked into the room, she saw the Daoist scriptures scroll on the side.After chatting with Feng Qing'an for a few words, he also took out the Taoist scriptures prepared by Taiyin Tian for beginner disciples without hesitation.

This kind of Taoism scriptures, if they are important, are important. Even real people can get some insights from them.

"Tai Yin Su Wen"

Although the name is simple, the weight of the scriptures is even more than that of Qianyangzong.

"Not bad!"

Feng Qing'an picked up a book, and in front of this fairy's daughter, she quickly immersed herself in it. Although it was also mixed with private goods, it was indeed Daozang.

Seeing that Feng Qing'an was engrossed in watching Feng Qing'an, the female cultivator of the Taiyin Heaven smiled, and then retreated very consciously.

When the so-called secret is known by a second person, it is no longer a secret. Therefore, on the third day, the mansion where Feng Qing'an lived was "captured" by many Daoist Daomen who intend to win him over.

These daoist real people seem to have discussed it. The first one has just retreated, and the next one will come to visit. Even if Feng Qing'an goes fishing with a straight hook, he has gained a lot. Every real person who visited him left behind his own door Carefully collected and then edited Daozang.

After all, it doesn't involve fundamental practice, nor is it the inheritance of secret magic powers. No matter which real person is stingy about it, let the real people of other sects compare it.

Therefore, although Feng Qing'an was always disturbed, he was also in pain and joy. In just ten days, he got the Taoist scriptures that had to be transported into the cave because of the astonishing number.

However, there are many overlapping contents in these Daoist scriptures, but after revisions and compilations by various schools and schools, there are always some unique features.

Even if there are basically private goods mixed in, if you really read all of them, you won't be led astray.Of course, just to be on the safe side, Feng Qing'an decided to show Donghuang to read it first, and let this former immortal check it out for him.

"I'm ready to cross the catastrophe, do you want to see it?"

"want!"

At the end of August, Feng Qingan thanked the guests behind closed doors, and no one was seen, no matter how big the background was, he would never want to enter his door again, his attention was all focused on the Nether at this moment.

……

There is no sky, no sun, no stars, no moon, no vitality, no life, this is a place of darkness, no matter in the past billions of years, or now, the world here is so dead, there is no hope at all, born here, no matter how much you walk Gao, in the end all that is ushered in is despair.

"It's impossible for Yin spirits to become holy!"

Looking up at the dark sky above the head, which is not decorated with anything, a king dressed in silver armor, but looks elegant and ethereal stands in the void, his hair as black as black jade flutters in the floating wind, clear This dead and dilapidated world is reflected in his eyes.

"If Gu has survived ten thousand calamities, may he become a saint?"

The moment the question appeared, a purple thunderbolt descended from the sky and fell towards the existence in silver armor.

boom--

The purple electric light bloomed, and she saw the glittering brilliance of her silver armor. She took down the sky thunder abruptly without any damage on her body.

"Is this why you are the first lightning tribulation?"

A worried voice sounded in his heart, and the sudden thunderbolt made him tremble with fear, because there was no warning in the sky just now.

"No, this is just a reminder!"

Dong Huang's indifferent voice sounded.

"what?"

Feng Qing'an didn't understand it for a while, but in the next moment, he understood it, because when the real catastrophe came, there was no cloud of catastrophe, and there was no time for the catastrophe to prepare.

There was only a purple sea that suddenly appeared, turning into a pool of thunder, directly submerging Donghuang's figure. Feng Qing'an used Donghuang's perspective, and what he saw in front of him was a vast expanse of purple, which was a sea of ​​thunder and lightning, extremely terrifying.

"What do you mean? Is this not even giving you a way out?"

Feng Qing'an, who had already seen the dragon girl crossing the catastrophe and thought she knew a little about the catastrophe, couldn't help shouting after seeing the intensity of the catastrophe that Donghuang had to endure.

If this thunder disaster was aimed at him, then he is basically lying flat now, and he can't produce the slightest resistance, because just the so-called reminder is enough to split him into a piece of coke, maybe even ashes None left.

boom--

Thousands of thunderbolts are intertwined in one place, rushing in like a tide, but possessing the terrifying power to smash everything, the blazing lightning swept across the sky and the earth, and everything was stained with purple.

"I am the body of a ghost!"

Dong Huang, who was conquered by thousands of thunderbolts and suffered unimaginable harm, spoke calmly at this moment. She already knew what she had to face and endure.

boom--

There was another roar, which almost pierced through Feng Qingan's eardrums and shattered his soul. Even if he was separated by a world, Feng Qingan had the illusion that his soul was going to be scattered. Desperation arose in his heart, like a heavenly river pouring down from the sky, like an endless galaxy crashing down.

"Even if it's a Yin spirit, it's not like this. There's no brewing process for this bird catastrophe, so it's just smashed down!"

Feng Qing'an couldn't help but fight for Dong Huang's injustice, it's not like he hasn't seen Heavenly Tribulation before, how could it be like this?
It's as if the gods don't give the ghost kings in the nether any way out, and can't tolerate the existence above the ghost kings at all, so they have to take advantage of their time to overcome the catastrophe to erase all traces of them from the world.

When the dragon girl crossed the catastrophe, the catastrophe had been brewing for a long time, and even the people on both sides of the strait could feel the oppression and had the opportunity to escape to their homes.

After the robbers and the surrounding creatures were almost ready, the first thunder came slowly, with a gap in between.

It's like the Heavenly Tribulation in Donghuangdu now. At the beginning, he greeted with thunder, and then he didn't give a chance to react at all. There was no cloud, and the next moment was a sea of ​​purple thunder, wrapping the tribulation-crosser in in.

Not to mention the intensity of this catastrophe, which is more than ten times stronger than when the dragon girl survived the catastrophe. Just talking about the process of the catastrophe falling, and the interval between each tribulation thunder, it has already demonstrated the difference between the two realms. difference.

"This is the catastrophe of Netherworld, nothing strange!"

It was not the first time that Dong Huang, who had survived the Nether Heavenly Tribulation, was very calm. Even though her body was trembling under the thunder, she still held on, and one after another spirit swords flew out from her side, cutting Shattered electric lights flying towards her one after another.

However, such actions are like opening up a waterless land in the vast ocean, and all she can do is to minimize the suffering of lightning strikes as much as possible.

"Dong Huang, the sky will not help you, I will help you!"

Feng Qing'an has never seen Dong Huang in such a state of distress, her silver armor was pierced by the thunder, and even under the Luanfeng armor, the body that no ghost king can match is also ravaged by the sky thunder, scarred .

"Don't use it for now, and wait for the last catastrophe!"

Donghuang refused,
"I still have no means to use, I can hold on!"

The moment Donghuang's words fell, there was a misty fairy energy floating from her body, and between the flow of Daoyun, the nine-fold cloud-shrouded Tianque manifested behind her.

On the Nine Heavens Tower, there was a figure sitting on it, but the moment it appeared, the surging thunder sea became silent for a while, and a spirit of co-existing with the world and eternal immortality was revealed.

"what is this?"

Seeing the appearance of the figure sitting high in the Nine Heavens Tower, Feng Qing'an was stunned. Although the clouds were shrouded in mist, he couldn't see it clearly, but just looking at its shape, how could Feng Qing'an, who was very familiar with Dong Huang's body, not see it? Come out, the outlines of the two are almost the same.

　The fever is gone, hold on tight, go to sleep first

　　
　
(End of this chapter)