The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 238
The sleet and snow are boundless, and the clouds are falling into the sky

The young man looked out the window at the snowflakes falling like heavenly maidens, and couldn't help sighing. Under the gloomy sky, even though there was a cold wind howling, he could still hear the laughter of women from the adjacent courtyard. After a while, It became a low and depressed gasp.

"It doesn't stop in winter!"

Hearing the noise coming from the left and right next door, the young man couldn't help cursing, but who made his five senses sharper now, even though he was already very low-key in the surroundings.

However, the sound mixed in the wind, which is almost unheard by people, was still captured by him. Even with the sound of the sound, he was able to outline a rough picture of the scene in his mind.

As the end of the new year was approaching, even Longyin Academy became a bit lonely with the snowfall in winter, but even so, many people stayed in the academy and did not intend to go back.

For example, his neighbor, Feng Qing'an, had overheard that it came from a noble family, but it was from a side room, so it was not taken seriously.

Therefore, I would rather stay in the academy with my maidservant, and hide in the house to discuss the way of yin and yang, than go back and be stared at. There are actually quite a few similar guys in the academy.

And the Academy often keeps one eye open and one eye closed for those honorable children who send a lot of money as a bundle of cultivation. It doesn't matter.

The courtyard where Feng Qing'an lived was originally prepared by the academy for the noble children, so it's not surprising that he could hear these melodious sounds, of course, normally speaking, he couldn't hear anything.

"Next door is Nuan Pavilion, fine wine, maidservant, but you are the idiot in my arms!"

The young man lowered his head, and there was nothing in his arms, but a thick-haired, black and shiny giant dog. When he was cursing, the black dog raised its head, stared at a pair of innocent blue eyes, and faced him. See.

"Tell me how many times we've all failed."

Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and rubbed Heishan's dog's head angrily. Originally, he and the giant Long Bo had done it after one trial, which made Feng Qing'an impatiently looking for Heishan, wanting to reproduce the successful case.

After all, Giant Longbo's body is really too big, Feng Qing'an also found out that with his current state, if he wants to maintain the "Shenhe Art" with Giant Longbo, the consumption of soul power is a bit too big, so that he is a little weak bear.

So if it is not necessary, it is better to change to another one in the face of conventional situations.Therefore, Feng Qing'an naturally set his sights on Heishan. This guy is undoubtedly his best choice besides the giant Long Bo.

Originally, Feng Qing'an thought that with the case of integration with the giant Long Bo, the integration with Montenegro would be very smooth, but the facts told Feng Qing'an what is unpredictable.

Even though Montenegro does not reject Feng Qing'an subjectively, and even tries to cooperate with it, but the blood instinct of its body is hard to restrain, and it strongly rejects Feng Qing'an's entry.

This caused Feng Qing'an to try more than ten times on Hei Shan, but none of them succeeded, which made Feng Qing'an hug this guy throughout the winter.

If this is the case for Heishan, then there is no need to think about other existences, because Heishan is still close to him subjectively. Apart from Heishan, even Donghuang does not have such trust in him.

However, although he failed so many times, Feng Qing'an gradually figured out the reason for his failure, and he also figured out the reason why he succeeded in the first time when he was confused.

The spirituality possessed by the giant Long Bo was endowed by him bit by bit with his soul power. These spiritualities originally came from him, so how could they reject his re-control?

In contrast, Heishan with the blood of the ghost wolf is different. Although the current potential of Heishan has greatly increased thanks to Feng Qing'an's cultivation, there is also the blood of the ghost wolf of Heishan that has also been cultivated.

If he wanted to perform the "Shenhe Art" with Heishan, Feng Qing'an had to tame Heishan's ghost wolf bloodline and make this bloodline surrender to him.

At this time, the "Manipulation of God", which had been ignored by Feng Qing'an before, and he didn't even pay attention to it, came back to Feng Qing'an's sight, and he also realized the meaning of this secret method.

God damn it!

Not only manipulating the body of the beast master, but also the blood hidden in its body, as well as the subconscious instincts that are easily ignored under the subjective consciousness.

After finding the root of the failure and summing up the successful experience, it was natural to re-enact the first success. However, this time it merged with the giant Long Bo, which was a little different.

Perhaps it was because the difference in size did not present an insurmountable gap, so this time it was no longer Feng Qing'an who melted into the glow of the sun, but the Black Mountain in his arms.

"This feeling is really good!"

Consciousness, body, completely controlled by himself, Feng Qing'an felt the power continuously emerging from his body, and narrowed his eyes a little intoxicated.

However, he also "observed" the change in his appearance. Unlike before, with the help of Black Mountain's demon power, his body became taller, his hair became thicker, and demon patterns appeared on his body. Thick and smooth black wolf fur.

In just a short moment, the originally handsome and handsome boy in white turned into a monster between a man and a wolf, and his head soon reached the beam of the house.

If Feng Qing'an hadn't been extremely familiar with the ghost power of the spirit wolf and controlled the enlargement of his body, then a monster that would collapse the entire house would definitely appear at this moment.

Because the size of Heishan has surpassed his father-in-law Lord White Wolf at this moment, even if it is on all fours, the height of its head from the ground is more than ten feet, one can imagine how huge its real body is.

After merging with Montenegro, Feng Qingan's body size will naturally increase accordingly, even if he is the main body of the fusion this time, but fortunately, it is Montenegro's blood that contains the magical powers that can control the size of the body at will, Feng Qingan takes over Everything in Montenegro can naturally control its size.

"I can do better!"

Feng Qing'an, who had successfully performed the "Shenhe Art", although he was in a good mood, he was really not able to accept his current appearance, and he could still feel the blood of the spirit wolf in Montenegro being restless, and it was this This restlessness led to his present dignity.

"Give it to me, lie down honestly!"

The monster whose head almost pierced the roof let out a low growl, and then the thick black wolf hair that had spread all over his body slowly retracted.

A monster between humans and wolves, its physical characteristics are biased towards humans again. After about half an hour, Feng Qing'an restored his appearance to the one he had when he borrowed the demon power from Montenegro.

Azure blue pupils, jet-black hair hanging down to his waist, and demon patterns like dancing dragons and snakes, spreading on his cheeks and limbs, adding a bit of enchanting charm to him, anyone who looks at him will think he is a demon .

Although this is indeed the case with Feng Qing'an's current state, but Feng Qing'an is not satisfied with these changes, he wants to make sure that he has really tamed the spirit wolf blood of Montenegro.

So, the next moment, the monster that was originally biased towards humans had thick hairs growing out of its limbs, and even its straight back began to become rickety.

When the transformation was over, there was an extra giant wolf in this room who was dressed in snow-white robes and looked like a man standing upright. Although his temperament was extraordinarily fierce, but because of the robes, he insisted on adding a bookish look. Reduced a bit of hostility.

"That's like talking!"

The giant wolf uttered human words, and his furry face showed a humanized expression of satisfaction, but soon, he seemed to think of something again, the hair on his torso and limbs quickly faded, and turned into human limbs again, but the head did not change back .

Therefore, a monster wearing dragon scale white clothes and a wolf head appeared in the house. I saw this monster stretch out his hand, and the incandescent lightning flashed, but it was soon infected by the demon power and turned into a deep dark color.

crackling~
The wolf-headed monster held a dark thunder spear in its hand, and in its blue eyes, there seemed to be divine light shining.

"Tsk, I look like this now, it's not too much to go to Nether to be a king of the underworld!"

On a whim, Feng Qing'an changed into such an appearance, admiring his posture at this time, he couldn't help but feel a little eager to try, and wanted to go to the Netherworld to show his strength.

After all, Da Jin, who has been in peace for a long time, really does not have the position for a character like him to play. Northern Xinjiang, which seemed to be about to go to war, has become very honest in recent years because of his elder brother's appointment.

"Um?!"

Suddenly, a chill came from his heart, an extreme sense of crisis permeated his whole body, and a familiar smell was detected by Feng Qing'an, who was in the wolf's head at the moment.

Heavenly Dragon Monk!
Sensing that something was wrong, Feng Qing'an suddenly took a step back, and in the next instant, a golden light pierced through his roof, penetrating through the place where he just stood.

boom--

The golden light of Buddhism burst out with the intention of subduing demons, and swept across the courtyard where Feng Qingan had lived for half a year in an instant, and would make every brick and every tile here into powder, and make everything in it There are no bones left.

In the golden light that was burning like a raging fire, a monster as tall as Zhang Xu, holding a thunder spear, let out an angry roar, and the scars drawn by the golden light of Buddhism healed instantly just after appearing.

"Yinghai!"

Nesting in his small courtyard in the Nuan Pavilion in the winter, Feng Qing'an, who was practicing secret arts, suddenly suffered such a blow, and the anger in his heart suddenly ignited, because he saw clearly what it was that fell from the sky.

A golden demon-subduing pestle, filled with mantra power, is enough to make every monster nailed by it die of pain. Of course, if the weaker monsters are injured by this thing, their souls will be dissipated instantly, and their bones will be gone. Save, will not say a word.

With Feng Qing'an's current state, if he was slow to hide just now, he would be seriously injured in an instant.

No matter how calm Feng Qing'an's mind was, he would not go into the details of why the bald donkey struck him when he was hit suddenly.

Even Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who like to talk about compassion have angry looks, let alone Feng Qing'an who is still indulging in many beautiful things in the world of mortals. Now he just wants to overthrow the bald donkey.

"Bold evildoer, dare to devour the Lord!"

In the roar of Feng Qing'an in the posture of a demon, a huge hole was broken through the deep-layered lead cloud in winter, and the Buddha's light poured down. In the golden light, a monk wearing a brocade cassock and holding a nine-dragon copper staff, stepped on his feet. Jinlian stepped down from the sky, and the raging flames burned on his body, that was his anger.

The Tianlong monk from Xilan Luzhou looked at the monsters in the ruins who were indifferent to the erosion of the golden light of Buddhism, and there was a real flame burning in his eyes.

And in his heart, guilt, self-blame, bewilderment, all kinds of emotions were entangled together, and floating on the surface, they turned into firewood for anger, and derived into killing intent.

He has been observing Feng Qing'an in secret all the time. He knows that Feng Qing'an is something special, so he just uses a precious mirror on his body to observe the change of Feng Qing'an's breath, and by the way, be alert to that ghost hidden somewhere. ghost fairy.

After observing for a period of time, Tianlong Monk confirmed that this Second Young Master Feng was very close to those monsters, but he was a little relieved that in getting along with these monsters, this Young Master Feng was often Occupy absolute dominance.

This didn't make him think too much, he just liked to subdue demons. In Xilan Continent, there are some monks with profound mana who like to do similar things.

However, just now, he suddenly noticed that the aura of the second young master Feng disappeared very abruptly, and merged with the aura of a monster, turning into an aura that made him feel a little strange.

Under his nose, such a sudden change happened, which instantly crushed Tianlong Monk's Zen mind and broke his will. He almost subconsciously judged that the Second Master Feng was backlashed by the demons under his hands. .

Such things are not uncommon in Xilan Luzhou. When he was in Tianlong Temple, he often heard that some eminent monks were swallowed by demons.

But he didn't expect such things to happen right under his nose, those demons who seemed to be tamed on the surface and obeyed the second son of Feng actually swallowed him up.

"The poor monk will definitely throw you into the endless purgatory and be punished for ten thousand years!"

Tianlongseng, whose eyes were gradually turning red, stared at Feng Qingan, who had a wolf head. Of course, in the eyes of Tianlongseng, Feng Qingan was a monster that devoured the Lord.

With his rich experience, this monk made a wrong judgment in a short period of time.

At this moment, Feng Qing'an, who was suddenly hit like this, also wanted to think about the inside story of this, and why this bald donkey went crazy, no matter what the reason was, let's beat this bald donkey to half-death first.

Rumbling--

The wolf-headed human body, evil awe-inspiring, ghost-ridden monster roared loudly, above its head, the sky was roaring, and the clouds stretching for an unknown number of miles suddenly shattered, a palm covered with black armor fell from the sky, and grabbed Tianlong monk……

(End of this chapter)