The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 289
In a blink of an eye, day and night were reversed, the sky was dark, pale wandering spirits filled the sky, and the clear world instantly turned into a ghostly place of death. The two elders who rushed over without hesitating to lose their vitality fell to the ground, trembling, kneeling down and begging for mercy.

"Young Sect Master, please calm down!"

Neither of the two elders suspected that Feng Qing'an at this moment was a fake, they just thought that this ghostly arrogance of the Yinhun sect who had appeared once in hundreds of years used the previously hidden magical powers when he was seriously injured at this moment.

After all, it is not surprising that this man had some magical powers that could not be hidden in the same-generation rivalry, and no one in the same sect could force him to use his full strength.

"Calm down, you two old bastards, what on earth did the sect send you to me for? When you ran into a big enemy, you ran faster than me and caused the tragic death of my guardian. What should you do?"

Feng Qing'an was furious, but the two elders quickly lowered their heads, not daring to show the slightest strangeness.

But in their hearts, they were crazily insulting. They persuaded and persuaded, but if you didn't listen, what could they do?
I got into trouble with an existence I shouldn't have messed with, the guardian was slashed by a sword, and I was seriously injured, but I still blamed them for running fast, so what if they didn't run?It was nothing more than two more old corpses on the ground.

"You two old bastards, what are you still doing here? Why don't you hurry up and escort me back to the sect."

Feng Qing'an's face was gloomy at this time, and his gloomy aura was like a dark sky where a storm was about to pour down, making one's heart tremble.

"Are you waiting for me to drain your blood, train your soul, and fly back by yourself?"

"Yes Yes."

"I'll send you back to the sect."

Although they still looked as brutal and arrogant as they remembered, the two elders breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the young suzerain had no intention of killing them, so their old lives were saved.

meow~
The two elders got up and walked towards Feng Qing'an, and when they were about to bring back this young master who was in a weak breath and seemed to be in an extremely bad state, a chilling lazy meow rang out out of season.

The two Yuandan cultivators unconsciously raised their heads and looked in the direction of the meowing, only to find a black cat slightly bigger than a fist squatting on the shoulders of their young suzerain at some point, with golden eyes. Breathtaking.

"Where did the cat come from?"

"Since when did the Young Sovereign raise a cat?"

"What beast is this transformed into?"

"Could it be that the young suzerain has just subdued, and they have already escaped for their lives, so there is still this energy left?"

When the two elders saw the black cat, they were filled with distracting thoughts, and there was another meow. The two elders who were looking at the black cat unconsciously, their eyes were slightly dazed, and their figures flickered.

"So it's Jun Yan, look at my memory!"

"Young Sect Master was able to escape from Ascension to Heaven, presumably Jun Yan put in a lot of effort and made great contributions. The Young Sect Master is indeed a man of great luck. Even if he provokes an existence that should not be provoked, he can turn danger into good fortune."

At this moment, the two Yuan Dan cultivators looked at Jun Yan with nothing unusual, as if the golden-eyed black cat should have appeared on Feng Qing'an's shoulder.

Feng Qing'an, who was always paying attention to the changes of the two attendant elders, saw such a scene, and looked down at the little black cat squatting on his shoulder, licking its pink paws.

Demon White Tiger
The descendants of the white tiger with the power of the heavenly demon would have been hacked to death with a sword if they hadn't had the blood of the holy beast back then, but even so, most of them were crippled.

When Feng Qing'an met this little thing and asked for it from his elder brother, the little guy had no power to resist, and he just squeezed it into a round shape and forced it into the contract.

But even if his head was forced down, this guy didn't give in, and was thrown by Feng Qing'an to the silent seventh floor of the cave. After being locked up for a while, he immediately became honest.

The seemingly pitiful little kitten finally lowered its noble head under the pressure of reality, because it felt the determination of the brothers.

If it doesn't choose to give in and bow its head, it will really be imprisoned to death. It is a descendant of the white tiger. It has accidentally mastered the power of the sky demon and has an infinite bright future. How could it be willing to be imprisoned in the dilapidated cave? remnants of life.

After some inner struggles, Jun Yan chose to bow his head, give in temporarily, and give up part of his dignity in exchange for limited freedom. After escaping, he waited for the opportunity to act.

It believes that there is no need to give up its great future for a little bit of useless dignity. Everything lost now can be recovered when it gets rid of the shackles and shackles on its body in the future.

"I didn't see it, you still have such skills."

With level suppression, Feng Qing'an, who can perfectly control everything, naturally knows what this seemingly weak and deceitful kitten has just done to the two miscellaneous alchemy monks.

With the all-pervasive nature of the demon, it forcibly invaded their souls, forcibly inserted its own existence into their past memories, and by the way, it also modified the wrong place of its master.

"Meow~"

Hearing Feng Qing'an's emotion, the little black cat raised its head proudly. Its current strength is indeed very weak. Judging by the amount of spiritual power alone, it is not even as good as those Qi trainers who have just practiced in the human race.

But what it possesses is the power of the heavenly demon, even if it is less, it is more than enough to play with a few monks of miscellaneous alchemy.

"I really want to feel the horror of the power of the demon, but unfortunately, it is of no use to me, you can't!"

Feng Qing'an felt the kitten's triumphant posture, and an understatement thought was passed on, and he saw the kitten's complacent expression froze,
But it only lasted for a moment, and then the little guy lowered his head as if nothing had happened, and continued to lick his pink and tender paws, but Feng Qing'an could clearly notice that the little guy's four little paws were clenched tightly. The sharp claws hidden in the tender meat pads showed signs of being able to pop out.

However, this little guy restrained himself. When the power of the demon is useless, its current white tiger bloodline can't be used much, and it can only be played and kneaded by others.

"A phaseless celestial demon who can make Buddha fall?"

The little cat pretended to be relaxed, but didn't know what was going on in his heart at the moment. Feng Qing'an used the soul contract to spy on the sky. The disparity was so great that it had no secrets to speak of in front of Feng Qing'an.

"Not bad, you can work hard in this direction, but the practice of the white tiger bloodline cannot be left behind. Once the gods and demons are out of balance and you become a real demon, I'm afraid I have to kill you. My elder brother should not be able to accept your existence. "

Feng Qing'an said the most terrifying things with the gentlest thoughts. The little black cat, who was pretending to be relaxed and natural, suddenly blew up his hair and turned into a little ball of hair, which looked very cute.

"Young Sect Master, does Jun Yan feel any danger?"

Seeing the kitten that exploded suddenly, the two elders who approached immediately became nervous and serious. In their memories of being forcibly implanted by the demonic white tiger, Jun Yan was of the blood of the bloody black tiger. Devouring ghosts, a fierce beast with extremely keen spiritual sense.

"It's nothing, I'm just teasing it, you two come here and carry the sedan chair for me."

Feng Qing'an waved his hand, and took out a blood sedan chair.

Even though there was no one around, the bloody sedan chair engraved with ferocious ghosts stood out of thin air, eerie and ghostly, and a string of skeletons hanging from the four corners swayed slightly, making strange noises.On the door curtain made of unknown animal leather, many human faces emerged, men, women, old and young, all different, screaming silently.

"Yes."

Even though it was such an eerie blood sedan chair, the two attendant elders did not show any abnormality. They walked to the front and back of the blood sedan chair respectively, and waited quietly for Feng Qingan to get on the sedan chair with a respectful posture.

And Feng Qing'an saw that there was nothing unusual about the two miscellaneous alchemy monks, so he waved away the vision Nether World. The two old guys didn't even realize that it was a vision, and even mistakenly thought it was a ghost way Supernatural powers.

"Return to the sect!"

Feng Qing'an endured his nausea, and boarded the bloody sedan chair, but after he lifted the ominous and malice-filled sedan chair curtain, he discovered that there was something strange inside, although it was still an uncomfortable blood-red color, but inside it was There is a very intoxicating aroma.

"Bridge up!"

Two Zadan cultivators lifted up the blood sedan chair, which turned into a blood-red mysterious light and soared into the sky. Feng Qing'an, who was sitting in it, didn't even notice any shaking.

"Really enjoy."

Looking at the blood sedan chair furnishings, Feng Qing'an focused on the upcoming Yinhun sect. Although he had seen it countless times in the memory of his pretended young sect master, it was nothing compared to seeing it with his own eyes.

"Young Sect Master, we will return to the sect soon."

Skimming over the high mountains, the blood sedan crashed into an invisible barrier, and a slightly cold and rich aura rushed towards the face. A vast sea of ​​clouds floated in front of my eyes.

"This is, the Yinhun sect?!"

Feng Qing'an lifted the car curtain and looked down at the turbulent and unsettled vast sea of ​​clouds below. The jagged and high and low mountains, like islands in the sea, are dotted all over the sea of ​​clouds that can't be seen at a glance.

"It's just that there are three immortals in the sect, but it has such a scale. If the immortals are in charge, what kind of atmosphere will it be like?"

The young man looked down at the rare and strange beasts shuttling in the sea of ​​clouds, and the mysterious light and sword energy that kept coming and going, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Young Sect Master, do you want to go back to the cave?"

At this time, a respectful old voice came from the front, but it was the elder who had become a bearer who was asking.

"If you don't go to the cave, where else do you think I can go? To meet my mean and ungrateful father? Let him laugh at me?"

A cold voice sounded, and the elder who was carrying the sedan chair couldn't help but sweat on his forehead.

"I'll take you back to the cave."

Feng Qing'an, whose voice was cold, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart at this moment. He just passed through the mountain protection formation unharmed. As for his original worries, it was too superfluous.

Those immortals didn't have time at all, even if one of them valued the young suzerain, it didn't mean that he could see him anytime, let alone go out once, so he had to care about it and invite him to ask.

Human immortals seek to eliminate disasters and avoid evil, and the Dao of Earth Immortals can prolong life by various means. Whoever has nothing to pay attention to sect affairs, as for mortal things, will not pay the slightest attention.

So the only thing he needs to deal with is his suzerain father, but fortunately, because this father is obsessed with the sect's power, he doesn't care about his pretended young suzerain, the relationship between the two is not good, After entering the sect, Feng Qing'an can go back to the cave directly without paying attention to anyone.

Under the awe-inspiring eyes of countless disciples below, the blood sedan chair turned into a ray of mysterious light, rushed straight into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, and finally landed in a building complex built on a cliff, and landed on a bronze platform protruding from the cliff. .

"Master, you are finally back, I miss you so much!"

"You haven't favored me for a long time, will you be the first to favor me today?"

"I'm so hungry! Master, you should feed me!"

"The master is mine today, none of you can snatch it from me!"

"Baby maid, do you dare to compete with me for master?!"

As soon as the blood sedan chair landed on the ground, streams of light smoke from the soul surged from the palace built on the cliff, landed on the bronze platform, and turned into fat swallows and thin ones after another, each with their own temperament. The stunning ghost.

When Feng Qing'an walked out of the blood sedan chair, many ghost girls rushed up, crowding Feng Qing'an in the middle, fighting for each other, and even the light of magical powers shone in the dark, causing chaos on the peaceful bronze platform .

"Young Sect Master, please let me leave."

Seeing this scene full of charm, as if it was about to evolve into a scene of a hundred scenes of the erotic palace, the two elders looked at their noses and their hearts, and very consciously bid farewell to Feng Qing'an.

"Well, get out!"

Feng Qing'an opened his arms, hugged the four screaming ghost girls into his arms, waved one hand impatiently,

"I won't disturb the young suzerain, Yaxing."

Seeing that the young suzerain was already surrounded by a group of Yingying and Yanyan, the two elders smiled at each other, and then disappeared without staying here for long.

"Master, during your absence, I practiced Xiaoji hard, and I will show it to you later."

"What are you? I have practiced the art of riding a horse, and I can satisfy you, Master!"

"I have learned the skill of arranging flowers and jade..."

In the bursts of icy cold exhaling like orchids, Feng Qing'an is like a dissolute child addicted to the beauty of ghosts, leading a group of stunning ghosts into a bronze palace.

As soon as they entered the palace, many ghost girls took off their clothes one after another, showing off their beautiful curves and subtleties, just hoping to make Feng Qingan's eyes stay for a moment.

Clang!

A high-pitched phoenix cry that had been suppressed and accumulated for a long time resounded, and the ice-blue phoenix rushed out from the body of the young man with a sullen expression, sweeping across the palace like an overwhelming coercion, intending to crush these lifeless ghosts into pieces. Ash.

"Sin doesn't warrant death, it doesn't have to be."

Seeing that the mysterious seal of the most mysterious phoenix wanted to crush all these ghosts, Feng Qing'an hurriedly blocked them, not because he was reluctant to part with these stunning ghosts, but these ghosts were an important embellishment for his current disguise.

(End of this chapter)