The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 284 The Heavenly Demon Peeps the Soul and Plunders the Foundation

tearing~
It seemed that the cloth was being torn, but in fact the sound of flesh and blood being torn was heard. The wolf-headed human body seemed to be the existence of gods and demons descended into the world, holding a thunder spear that had already turned into substance, and only half of the body was left at one end. The demon picked up in mid-air.

"Is this not going to work?"

Even the hairy gray wolf's head showed a very humane look of disappointment at this moment. He glanced at the empty lower body of the demon that had no potential to grow, and then at his bare shoulders. The wing with only one side left could not help but sigh,

"It's a little asymmetrical."

While speaking, Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and forcibly tore off the remaining wing, and also tore off a large piece of flesh and blood on his back. With such a tragic injury, the wound was bleeding, and only a few traces of black and red liquid oozed out. There was no blood gushing out at all, because the monster's blood was almost drained.

"It looks so much better this way."

Seeing the Young Sect Master with only a head and half of his torso left in front of him, the dying demon with only half his breath left, Feng Qing'an nodded in satisfaction.

He had already fulfilled his promise and smashed it with his fists. The guy who coveted Nan Ge should have ended up like this. A single sword would be too cheap for him.

"This, no..."

boom--

Before he could finish his words, the Thunder Spear piercing through the monster's chest exploded suddenly, causing the body of the monster, which was already lingering on its last breath, to be torn apart and turned into pitch-black coke.

But this is not the end. For ordinary people, the destruction of the body means the end of life, but for monks, this is just the beginning of another path, and perhaps also the beginning of falling into purgatory, just like this moment.

Feng Qing'an stretched out his palm and grabbed it casually, and he grabbed out a humanoid soul that was five points similar to the young suzerain's human race.

However, there are many parts of this soul that do not belong to the human race.The horns, bat wings and scorpion tail are half human and half devil. His soul essence has changed, and it is precisely because of this that he is judged not to belong to the human race.

"This is not fair!"

The eyes of Young Master Yin, whose soul was drawn out by Feng Qing'an, were full of resentment and hatred, and he stared at Feng Qing'an's body which had gradually disappeared and turned into a white-robed dragon garment with extreme unwillingness.

If it was a pure melee fight, the skills were inferior to others, and the supernatural power was suppressed, then he would be convinced of the defeat and had nothing to say, but after the real fight, he couldn't even touch the opponent's body.

That damned white robe would turn into scales at critical moments, blocking his claws. Even if he tried his best, even if his claws were scratched off, he couldn't pierce the thin layer of dragon scales.

It is precisely because of this that this seemingly fair and just fight was purely one-sided beating, even torture, and this was an unjust battle.

Even if his soul was drawn out, he would roar out loudly to vent his unwillingness and dissatisfaction.

"What's unfair? I could have hacked you to death with a single sword, but I still let you enjoy the process of being blown up by me."

Feng Qing'an glanced at the soul that was still unwilling to be wronged in his hand, the blue soul fire flowed down his palm, burning the soul full of resentment sizzles.

The soul of the young master suddenly struggled and howled, and his body began to become distorted. He could no longer bear the burning pain of his soul, so he couldn't help but let out a scream and begged for mercy.

"I have no more threats to you, let my soul go."

"If I can be reincarnated, I am willing to be my servant."

At this moment, the Young Sect Master is really afraid. For practitioners, the end of one life does not mean the complete end. As long as the true spirit is still there, there is still a chance of reincarnation.

Although there are still many debates in the practice world, even if there is only one true spirit, can a living being who has lost the memory of the previous life and reincarnated really still be the original existence?

The young master doesn't care what the other monks think, but he believes that there is only one true spirit, as long as the soul is still there, even if it is reincarnated, there is still a chance to come back.

If one day, his cultivation in the afterlife reached its peak and he retrieved all the memories of his previous life, then he would be resurrected in a different way.

But once his soul is scattered and his true spirit is destroyed, then his only hope is gone. Even if the possibility of this hope appearing is extremely small, close to nothing, it is still a glimmer of hope after all.

"I won't accept a lackey like you."

Hearing that this guy abandoned all dignity and scruples and begged for mercy in extreme despair, Feng Qing'an couldn't help laughing. The young man who had vented his anger was now lazy and relaxed.

"Come, look me in the eyes."

Even though he knew something was wrong, even his soul trembled unconsciously, but the young master whose physical shell had been blown up had no power to resist, and couldn't help looking at Feng Qing'an, whose eyes had all turned into pitch-black eyes in silence.

The deep pupils are like boundless darkness, and also like a bottomless abyss. Just by looking at them, the soul will be deeply trapped in it, and it is difficult to extricate itself.

In fact, this is exactly the case. At this moment, the soul of the young master of the Yinhun Sect has become dull and lifeless, and there is no resentment or unwillingness anymore. After all, all the emotional reactions such as the seven emotions and six desires have been deprived and erased, so how can there be any reactions.

"Found it, it turned out to be here."

Feng Qing'an, who had aroused the power of the demon, unscrupulously looked through all the memories held by the soul in front of him. Originally, he wanted to find out the power behind this guy. If he could, he would wipe out all the generals.

After all, cutting the weeds does not eradicate the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates. In order to make myself feel at ease when cultivating and not have to think about it, Feng Qing'an felt that it would be better to kill all the signs of danger in the cradle.

In order not to cause trouble to his future self, even if the possibility of Yinhunzong retaliation against him is extremely low, after all, he can't be found, but he should be decisive in doing things, and don't leave any hidden dangers.

But even though he had the idea of ​​cutting grass and roots, Feng Qing'an gradually became obsessed with this guy's soul memory, and even became more active the more he looked at it.

Because what he saw was not only all kinds of information from the Yinhun sect, but also the entire cultivation process of this young sect master from the beginning of his practice until he was beaten to death by him.

The supernatural powers and secret methods he has mastered, the summary of his practice experience and insights, everything is in front of him, or in front of him, the beast master who has borrowed the power of the demon, there is no secret at all.

Even if his soul has been set up with a secret method, unfortunately, even if it is a secret method that can prevent higher-level monks from prying, it cannot block the eyes of the demon.

Because even the immortals who created the secret method would not deliberately guard against the heavenly demon. Even if the heavenly demon obtained the human race's mysterious power, it would be of no use, and it was impossible and would not be interested in it.

And if the demons intersect with creatures other than them, then there are only two outcomes, either you die, or I die-no existence can coexist with the demons.

"The power of the demon is truly terrifying!"

Feng Qing'an held the soul of a monk who had only cultivated to the stage of metamorphosis, and stood above the river for three days and three nights, until the golden red sun rose from the mountains again, blooming with infinite light, he Only then did he dissipate the power of the demon, and express his heartfelt emotion.

At this moment, he has a kind of self-confidence. If he practices the "Liu Yin You Tian Xian Jing", which is the fundamental inheritance of the Yin Hun Sect, then he only needs one year to reach the realm of the young suzerain, and he can also better than him.

After all, his physique is here, he has all the experience in practice, and if he can't be better than this guy, then he might as well find a beach and bury himself, so as not to be embarrassing.

Having obtained all the cultivation memories of a Tianjiao monk, as well as the magical powers and secrets he mastered, at this moment, Feng Qing'an even has the confidence to condense a first-grade golden core, but he can't be [-]% sure, only half or fifty percent.

But even so, Feng Qing'an was not in a hurry, because he found that he seemed to have found a shortcut to the Dao—based on the power of the demon, to spy on and obtain the practice experience of other monks, and even the magical powers and secrets they mastered , he can gather all dharmas and become enlightened.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious."

Feng Qing'an, who suddenly realized the wonderful use of the power of the demon, quickly calmed down and didn't let himself be addicted to it, and even pressed the thought of grabbing a few monks and flipping through their soul memories.

Unscrupulously prying into the memories of others, especially the memories of those great monks whose life experience is tens or hundreds of times their own, is definitely not a good choice.

Considering his current age, if he suddenly acquired all the memories of a [-]-year-old Yuan Dan monk, then it would definitely not be a blessing, or even a terrible disaster.

Compared with a monk who has lived for hundreds of years, his life experience is too short. His original emotions and desires, and even his cognition of the world will be distorted by this.

"Those who have great luck in the evil way should be my target."

Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and patted his cheek, and warned himself again and again that the power of the demon must not be abused.

This time, the young master of the Yinhun sect who let him experience the beauty of the power of the demon for the first time, his years of existence are enough for an ordinary mortal to live a lifetime.

About sixty years old, at the age of 60, is the end of life for a mortal, but for a monk who has stepped into the realm of transformation, it is simply too young.

However, even so, this extremely "young" Tianjiao monk in the world of cultivating immortals, his messy life memories also had a certain impact on Feng Qing'an, and he needed a period of time to get rid of this impact.

The years he has spent now are too short, and the things he has experienced are too few. Always prying into other people's memories, it is easy to go wrong.

"The Palace of the Last Chapter."

Feng Qing'an, who was slightly relieved, looked at the dark palace that was still suppressed by the seven treasures and golden buildings. After reading the memory of the young suzerain, he also knew the origin of this palace.

This was discovered by the young suzerain when he stumbled into an unknown and dilapidated secret realm of the sect. This was one of his greatest gains, and also his biggest hole card. Unfortunately, it was useless when he met Feng Qingan. It also became a wedding dress.

The name of this palace is Shangzhang, just as Feng Qingan judged at the beginning, it is a palace composed of thousands of magic weapons and artifacts, and its function and positioning are to cross the sea and fly boats. The mission of escorting a group of monks between two continents.

When she knew this, Feng Qing'an was also a little surprised, and then she understood.

The sea-crossing flying boat is just a vague concept. What is used is not necessarily a long shuttle-shaped flying boat. It can sail across the sea and can operate more than a thousand people at a time. All of them can be called sea-crossing flying boats.

"Chapter one, come here!"

Feng Qing'an put away the seven-treasure golden building, pinched the magic formula in his hand, called this huge and majestic palace, and unceremoniously stuffed it into the cave.

This thing is not driven by a single person at all. The mana it consumes should be provided by a group of monks, or prepare a kind of spiritual energy gathering crystal that can output stably similar to spirit stones.

That young sect master was extremely selfish, even conceited. After obtaining such a colossal thing, he did not take it out and give it to the sect. The defensive means of the palace.

Now that he ended up like this, in fact, it has nothing to do with it. It is purely because of greed without knowing it, and provoked people who shouldn't be provoked.

"Yin Soul Sect, the three immortals?"

Feng Qing'an's figure galloped in the air, and during the flight, his figure's appearance and even his breath began to undergo subtle changes.

"You have to plan well."

Because what he wanted to eradicate was a sect with three immortals in charge, so Feng Qing'an also informed Dong Huang of this matter in advance, and did not intend to fight against everything alone. After Dong Huang learned about this, he responded Also extremely simple and crisp.

"kill!"

"Let me try it first."

When the two discussed and made a decision, the end of the Yinhun sect was already doomed, but Feng Qing'an wanted to intervene a little bit in how the process would develop.

The power of the demon is not only to spy on memories and obtain secrets, but also to seduce people's emotions and desires, amplifying greed, anger, killing intent and many other extreme emotions to the extreme, turning normal people into madmen.

This is where the power of the demon is truly terrifying!

"If I fail, you can use the Huangji Shocking Clock to descend across the realm."

Although he wanted to try out the magical effect of the power of the demon, Feng Qing'an was also prepared for the possibility of overturning his car to make sure nothing would go wrong.

"Can!"

Dong Huang agreed with Feng Qing'an's approach. Anyway, as long as she senses that Feng Qing'an is in danger, she will tear the void and descend directly.

Inheriting the power of the Dao Artifact, even if it is separated by a world, is enough to obliterate a human immortal. Although in her current state, it will cost a lot to activate the Phoenix to shock the world and exert such power, but since it involves When it comes to her sister, there is no need to care about these.

(End of this chapter)