The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 279 Sword Lady Sword Lolita, Sword Spirit Legion
"Not enough, not enough!"

After throwing the head of the evil tiger into the blood pool, Feng Qing'an only saw a phantom of a blood sword, so he also threw the body of the tiger king, which was as huge as a mountain, into the blood pool.

The seemingly small blood pool swallowed Tiger King's body at the moment of contact, and the flesh, fascia, and bones were all separated. The essence, energy and spirit contained in it were all broken down by this blood pool. Then inject all of it into the phantom of the blood sword.

Obtained the remains of a god. The original illusory sword body became solid at a speed visible to the naked eye, from virtual to real. However, with the change of this blood sword, there was also the sound of this place in the Temple of Subduing Demons. , the miserable wailing of less than a hundred monsters.

The pattern that Feng Qing'an drew just now amidst the taunts of all the monsters has turned into a life-threatening shackle, and the pale red aura lights up in this dark hall, and gradually becomes shining.

It's just that the price for the aura gradually becoming dazzling is the shriveled bodies of the monsters who howled in pain. The energy in their bodies is being pulled away, and even their souls are being torn apart.

And everything that was forcibly extracted turned into the blood pool, the nourishment for the formation of the Fumo Sword, Feng Qing'an just stared closely at the gradually formed sword, ignoring the miserable wailing and begging for mercy of these monsters.

At the cost of the corpse of a mountain god, less than a hundred demons were completely turned into useless corpses, and a crystal jade sword shining with blood-colored aura took shape in the pool of blood.

In this demon crouching palace that had become extremely quiet, Feng Qing'an looked at the sword in the blood pool and frowned. After a while, his brows gradually relaxed.

He didn't even reach out to pull the sword out of the pool of blood, because it was unnecessary, just one glance, Feng Qing'an knew that this sword was not what he wanted.

However, it's not that there is something wrong with this sword, but that Feng Qing'an's vision has been raised too much. The first sword he got at the beginning was the God Slaying Dragon Sword given to him by his elder brother.

At the beginning of forging this sword, although it was an ordinary iron sword, but because the people who used it were so extraordinary that the sword was stained with the blood of too many gods, and even a sword that was about to transform The dragon god's blood that becomes a true dragon.

Naturally, there is no need to say much about the power of such a sword, as long as it is pulled out of the scabbard, the righteous gods of mountains and rivers who do evil will be like chickens and dogs. When the sword shines, it will surely fall.

However, Feng Qing'an was not able to use this sword as he wished, but even as a substitute, there was also a Xunfeng Sword, a magical weapon cast by the Dragon King, whose power was equally outstanding.

Feng Qing'an, who had used these two swords before, naturally looked down on the Demon Subduing Sword in the blood pool. With just one glance, Feng Qing'an knew that there was no need to pull out this sword, and he didn't need to try the sword. The power of the sword must not be in line with his wishes.

But even so, Feng Qing'an is still full of expectations, because this is only the first sword. According to the arrangement Donghuang taught him, he will have a set of sword formations consisting of 36 Tiangang swords and 72 Earth Sha Fumo swords.

It's just the beginning now, and the power of this sword is only weak now. As long as this sword is placed in the blood pool, and the remains of monsters are continuously thrown in, and the blood, energy, and even soul of monsters are used to accumulate, the power of this sword Power, in theory, is infinite.

A sword with the attribute of growth, although at the beginning of its birth, it looked a little unsuitable, but the future can be expected.

"Go and kill a few more gods and throw them into the blood pool to see what happens."

Although he knew that this sword had growth potential, Feng Qing'an still wanted to see how much this sword could grow.

But just when he turned around and was about to leave, his footsteps suddenly stopped, because he suddenly remembered that among the methods of raising and practicing swords taught by Donghuang, there was also a method of using blood to store swords.

It sounds like a method close to the evil way, but in fact, this is the method of cultivating the sword of the Taoist sword cultivator.

It is necessary for the sword master to use his own blood to nourish the sword, and then communicate with it with his soul. This can not only enhance the spirituality of the sword, but also enhance the control of the sword, to the point where it can be commanded by the arm, and it can be done by thought.

"Blood Accumulated Sword!"

Feng Qing'an turned around, stared at the sword in the pool of blood, and began to think.

If this method of cultivating swords is performed by him, naturally no blood essence is needed, and a drop of blood pricked at will can have the effect of turning decay into magic.

This point, Feng Qing'an has been verified long ago. When Donghuang gave him the Minglong armor, it was because of a drop of his blood that the Minglong armor gave birth to wisdom. The Valkyrie armor that people flock to.

Of course, the most important reason why Minglong was able to achieve such success and obtain such an nickname was because this little guy worked very hard. Except for fighting with martial arts experts, occasionally playing with him in his spare time, and pleasing him, most of the rest Most of the time is spent studying martial arts techniques and practicing martial arts.

But no matter what, it was only because of his first drop of blood that the current Minglong was created. With such a precedent, Feng Qing'an naturally attached great importance to his own blood.

What's more, his current physique has improved to a higher level than before, and the effect has increased tenfold. The same drop of blood may now have an even more astonishing change.

Just after thinking for a moment, Feng Qing'an made a decision, stepped in the air, walked to the sky above the blood pool, and then a gust of wind pierced his middle finger—Hand Jueyin Pericardium Meridian, although he did not intend to release blood essence, But the location of the blood pricking can be a little more particular.

A drop of round blood fell from Feng Qingan's fingertips, and before the drop of blood fell, the wound Feng Qingan made had already healed, and now he was full of vitality, even though he was far away from those warriors in the Primordial Realm. Rebirth is still some distance away.But by how much the difference is, Feng Qing'an himself is not sure.

After all, his vigorous blood basically comes from the feedback given by Hei Shan and Sen Miao, and of course, the vitality given to him by the Chiyang Tree.

There is no way to measure this by the standards of the human martial arts system. I can only roughly estimate the strength of my current physique. , Can you regenerate your own limbs?

As some distracting thoughts turned around, the blood from Feng Qing'an's stab had already dripped on the sword below that was crystal clear like a jade carving.

The moment his blood fell on the hilt of the sword, it melted into it, as if it was one body, and as if the sword was a glutton that had been starving for a long time, impatiently devouring the hard-won food.

Zheng~
That is, the moment Feng Qing'an's blood melted into the sword, after the sword was cast into shape, it was quietly inserted into the blood pool like a dead object, and the standing sword suddenly trembled, layer upon layer. The blood-colored aura erupted from it, causing the blood pool to turmoil endlessly, like a river and lake under a violent storm, setting off a blood-colored wave as high as Zhang Xu.

buzz~
While the Earth Sha Fumo Sword was buzzing and trembling, the blood-colored aura that had been spreading outward suddenly rolled back and gathered on the sword body, condensing into a blurred outline of a blood-colored tiger.

"..."

Feng Qing'an watched the changes of the sword expressionlessly. All the changes were within his expectation, and there was no surprise. Even if a sword spirit was born under his blood, it was not surprising. .

Zheng~
As if feeling some thoughts of the sword master Feng Qingan, the crystal sword in the blood pool let out another long sword chant, and then under the gaze of Feng Qingan whose expression changed slightly, the sword that was entrenched The tiger shadow on the screen changed drastically, became distorted and blurred, and finally began to turn into a human form.

"Um?!"

Under the expectant eyes of the young man, the silhouette of the figure suddenly became clear, even the outline of the facial features became clear, but it was a cute little face carved in jade, difficult to distinguish between male and female.

"..."

Seeing such a change, Feng Qing'an's expression suddenly became a little weird. In the current scene, it is clear that this sword was born under his blood, and the sword spirit was born, but the appearance of this sword spirit, why? It seems that it can change according to his mind?
Do you think I look like a god or a man?
I think you look like a little girl with blond hair and animal ears!

When he realized that the sword spirit could actually change according to his will, a scene that he had never seen before suddenly popped up in Feng Qingan's mind, but when the thought suddenly changed, Feng Qingan Suddenly realized something bad.

Because of the powder-carved jade, the male and female blood-colored sword spirit has already stood on the hilt of the sword, and stimulated by his sudden thought, the slightly blurred outline of the sword spirit also began to condense. The exquisite jade body with soft curves and relatively gentle ups and downs is displayed in front of your eyes.

"Gan!"

Feng Qing'an took a look at this petite and exquisite jade body, and couldn't help cursing, because it didn't suit his liking, but just now when he suddenly discovered that the sword spirit can change appearance according to his mind, his mind Suddenly, a distracting thought popped out.

"finish dressing."

As soon as the words fell, I saw the newborn sword spirit with a dazed expression on his face, tilting his head and staring at Feng Qing'an. Following another thought in Feng Qing'an's mind, the petite and exquisite sword spirit slapped the little one the size of a palm. Suddenly, a dazed expression appeared on his face, and he stretched out his hand to give it a light hook.

The blood pool that gradually calmed down caused waves of ripples again, and blood-colored silk threads gushed out of the blood pool, wrapped around the jade body of the sword spirit red fruit, weaving a set of crimson palace skirts.

"..."

Seeing such an obedient sword spirit, Feng Qing'an fell silent again, not knowing what to do for a while.

Because just as he thought in that distracting thought that flashed by him, the newborn sword spirit in front of him has blond hair, animal ears, petite stature, and a tiger tail dangling back and forth behind him.

And under the pure and blank eyes of this sword spirit, Feng Qing'an couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but it was probably because of the influence of the sword weapon, the little sword spirit with clear and clean eyes had a coquettish and evil spirit, With a bit of charm.

"Amitabha, sin, sin."

Facing the sword spirit born under his distracting thoughts, Feng Qing'an couldn't help imitating the great monk and chanting the Buddha's name, then turned around and left without stopping at all.

As if escaping from something, Feng Qing'an left this demon temple, went directly to the sixth floor of the cave, took a look at the blazing sun tree, and after confirming that the growth of this sacred tree was in good condition, he prepared to leave. But just as he raised his feet, his complexion couldn't help turning dark.

"master!"

Jiao Didi's soft and charming voice resounded, the kneading and contrived voice made Feng Qing'an feel tired and crooked, and the roots of his teeth hurt even more.

In his line of sight, a petite girl with a charming and coquettish face was standing there, with her hands behind her back, nine identical faces, dotted with snake scales, showing a look of flattery.

Well, nine heads, compared to the human race, there are nine identical heads on the delicate body of a girl who is now in the cardamom age, because the shoulders are too narrow to lift so many heads at once, so The necks linking these heads and bodies are as long as snakes.

"..."

Faced with such a terrifying and weird existence, Feng Qing'an was silent for a moment, and then he took a step out of the cave and appeared in front of the nine-headed girl, with his arms raised and his five fingers clenched into fists, thunder and hurricane entangled in the air. Fist, and then, a fist smashed down.

boom -

With thunder roaring and violent wind blowing, the terrifying nine-headed girl exploded instantly, turning into streams of air currents, and finally floating in the sky, turning into Feng Qing'an's familiar appearance.

"Master, don't you like the way I just changed? If you don't like it, I can change again..."

The mountain-sized head hangs down from the sky, with a bit of grievance and bewilderment in its tone, it has clearly seen that the sword spirit that should have turned into a tiger, under the intervention of this master, turned into a A half-demon girl in the cardamom age.

Obviously very satisfied, why did he become a half-demon girl, but this kind of treatment, the master didn't even think about it, so he punched it.

This is wronged!
"That's enough, Jiu Ling, I am very satisfied with your current appearance, there is no need to change into another appearance."

Feng Qing'an restrained her anger, tried her best to suppress it, and reminded herself repeatedly in her heart that she should keep her anger and joy from appearing on the surface, and must have the kung fu of cultivating Qi without changing her complexion when Mount Tai collapsed in front of her.

"But, sir, I clearly saw..."

"I warn you one last time. If you dare to change into what you were just now, I will definitely find a secret method to erase you."

Feng Qing'an couldn't bear it anymore, this guy wanted to figure out his thoughts, tried every means to please him, and win his favor, he could understand, but why did he turn into such a scary ghost after thinking about it Block him?
This guy has not been with the human race for a day or two. Which human race has such weird preferences?Although the range of his hobbies is wider, it definitely does not include this kind of alien, at least he has to be like a person.

(End of this chapter)