The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 306

"Your reaction speed is quite fast. How long has it been since you found me here?"

Feng Qing'an unexpectedly looked down at the green-skinned ghost king whose body was trembling under his feet.

This is the shortest ghost king that Feng Qing'an has seen so far. He is no more than five feet tall, thin and shriveled, even on his bony body, but there is a disproportionately ugly head with unusually large features.

This guy is like a clown on the stage. In the mortal world, those dwarf actors who entertain the dignitaries, Feng Qing'an is really hard to imagine that Donghuang actually gave such ugly ghosts the authority similar to Jin Yiwei.

Although none of the ghost kings in the netherworld are good-looking, all of them are evil and vicious, and they can scare people to death just by their looks.

But although these ghost kings are ferocious, they are also tall and mighty, full of power, but this guy in front of him is simply ugly.

However, Feng Qing'an also knew this guy, this appearance is a deliberate disguise, after all, even if the aptitude is not enough, as long as the majestic ghost king shows his real body, he must be at least a hundred feet tall, how could he appear so short and ugly?

Immortal practice step by step can continuously change one's own root and bone aptitude, and even transform the mortal body into a fairy fetus, and ghost practice, although compared with human practice, it is twice the result with half the effort, but it can also be easier to transform the soul body and gradually transform.

This green-skinned ghost king can be ugly like this, part of the reason may be his own intentions, of course, it may be because of the influence of the innate supernatural powers it has mastered, under the choice between the two, he abandoned his appearance and chose supernatural powers .

"Your Highness, the younger one started to look for you only after finishing all the things ordered by the lord of the country, and came here to meet you in a hurry after learning of your location."

The green-skinned ghost king was trembling. At first he was very angry when he knew that one of his heirs had been killed in the street, but after he tracked down and inquired about it, he trembled a little.

After all, the number of living people in this ghost city can be counted with fingers, and basically they are not something ghost kings like them can provoke.

"See you? Didn't you come here to seek revenge? I'm your murderous enemy. Do you look like you now?"

Feng Qing'an stared at the green-skinned ghost king in front of him with a smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes, and the golden-eyed black cat squatting on his shoulders sensed Feng Qing'an's intentions, although he wanted to rebel, but Seeing that the one in front of him seemed to be able to taste a few mouthfuls of deliciousness, he still jumped off his shoulder.

Like the rotation of the sun and the moon, like the alternation of day and night, when the black cat landed on the ground, all the black all over its body retracted into its eyes. The cat has turned into a majestic black-eyed white tiger full of evil spirits.

roar~
The white tiger let out a low growl, stretched out its blood-red tongue, licked the corners of its mouth, and circled around the green-skinned ghost king lying on the ground, the greed and malice in its eyes were undisguised, although there was a big difference between the two, but as a The descendant of the holy beast, it looks at the ghost king like it looks at food.

"His Royal Highness, I have no way to teach my son, let this evil bump into you on the street and offend your majesty, it deserves death, and you actually did it yourself, His Royal Highness Lao Wang."

The posture of the green-skinned ghost king can be said to be so humble in the dust, there is not a trace of the ghost king's arrogance and majesty on him, only the flattery and flattery similar to those eunuchs serving the emperor in secular dynasties.

"Being able to die by your hands is the greatest honor in its life."

"It's a good thing to say, but how can you convince me that you don't hold any grudges, and you don't have any thoughts of revenge?"

Feng Qing'an stood in front of the ghost king who had slaughtered one of his heirs, and made harsh and rude demands.

Let a father prove to his murderer that he has no thoughts or motives of revenge.

"You are a prince, how dare you offend your majesty?"

"That's it?"

Feng Qing'an chuckled, what he believes in is to go out, or not to cause trouble, and if trouble is caused, it must be completely done, cut the grass and roots, and never leave any future troubles.

Just like the young patriarch of the Yin Hun sect who fell in love with Nan Ge and had a conflict with him back then, in order to eliminate future troubles, he spent more than half a year destroying all the sect forces he relied on behind him, eliminating all hidden dangers .

"Your Highness, I have a son39 and a daughter47. What you killed was just the most useless son under my knees. How could I seek an opportunity to take revenge on you because of such a useless son?"

The dwarf-like green-skinned ghost king raised his head, and explained carefully that the reason it gave was well-founded, but Feng Qing'an's indifferent and heartless face at the moment just spit out two words,
"not enough."

"I……"

"Verbal guarantees are the most feeble in the world."

"Please wait a moment, Your Highness."

Hearing Feng Qingan's words, the Qingskin Ghost King was silent for a while, and after getting Feng Qingan's permission, he turned into a cloud of green smoke and left.

Within half a quarter of an hour, a thick cloud of green smoke poured into this house located in the capital city of the ghost country from the outside. The moment it landed, several extremely ugly ghosts rolled down.

The shriveled and emaciated body, the deformed facial features out of proportion to the head, all these all showed the relationship between these ghosts and the green-skinned ghost king who had returned at this moment.

"Your Highness, these are my heirs, please donate them to your lord now, no matter what you do with them, it has nothing to do with it."

The Qingskin Ghost King didn't dare to stand up in front of Fellow Daoist Feng, and just knelt and kowtowed.

"Jun Yan!"

Feng Qing'an stared at the ghost king, didn't speak for a long time, but looked at those ghosts who were howling and hugging, not knowing how to deal with themselves, and shouted,
Roar!
The black-eyed white tiger let out a roar, opened its mouth and sucked it, and two ghosts wrapped in a ball fell into his mouth, but this beast, whose appetite had been aroused for a long time, didn't even chew it. It was swallowed whole.

"I feed them to my spiritual pet, what do you think?"

Feng Qing'an looked at this blue-skinned evil spirit, it was still prostrate on the ground, indifferent to the screams from its son just now, like a clay puppet.

"Is your spiritual pet satisfied with their taste? Your spiritual pet just eats them, but it can still protect them. If it's not enough, I can go back and grab some more."

The green-skinned evil spirit raised its head, but what it said made the black-eyed white tiger salivating. It couldn't help looking sideways at this extremely unusual ghost king.

"So be it!"

Feng Qing'an stared at this dwarf ghost king who looked like he was making fun of others, turned around and left.

Although the ghosts in the nether world do not have the etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame of the human race, they do not even have basic moral values, and follow the primitive concept of the weak and the strong, but the most basic concept of father and son is still there.

Ghosts that can condense physical flesh and blood can also reproduce with each other. However, few ghosts will do this, because every time they give birth to offspring, it is a weakening of the mother.

"Slow down, Your Highness!"

When Feng Qing'an's figure completely disappeared from the mansion, the green-skinned ghost king who had been prostrate on the ground with a humble and calm posture stood up.

But at this time, the obedient and flattering look on it has disappeared, and its body, which is no more than five feet tall, shows a majestic aura like a majestic mountain.

meow~
Jun Yan transformed into a black cat again in mid-air, jumped onto Feng Qing'an's shoulder, and yelled at him, but this time, it was a warning.

"I know."

Feng Qing'an's expression was also very stern, he didn't expect that there would be such a ghost under Dong Huang's hands.

The respectful gesture of humbleness into the dust is true, and the respect and fear for him are also true, but it is precisely because of this that Feng Qing'an has a killing intent in his heart, even if this guy is destined to be farther and farther away from him in the future. The bigger it gets, Feng Qing'an just doesn't want to stay.

"Donghuang!"

Feng Qing'an broke into the palace directly, and found Dong Huang who looked very leisurely.

After this You Huang broke through the realm, most of the power that she held tightly in her hands was delegated, which is why she is so leisurely.

"What's the matter?"

"Your current capital is much more lively than before. I have just come back and encountered a lot of things."

"Oh?"

The Lord Youhuang tilted his head slightly and looked at Feng Qing'an with calm eyes, waiting for him to continue.

"When I first entered the city, there was an evil ghost who didn't know whether to live or die. It smelled the smell of a living person on my body, so I killed it..."

In an extremely calm tone, Feng Qing'an recounted everything that happened to him just now, including his contact and conversation with the two human geniuses, and of course, after he got rid of the two geniuses, his relationship with Wugui The ghost king's contact.

"No fault, it's a pity, it still makes me worry about things."

After listening to Feng Qing'an's description, Dong Huang sighed slightly. It is not easy to find a few ghost kings who can do things in the dark, but since Feng Qing'an is threatened, there is nothing to say. That is.

"Worry is worry-free, but that guy looks too ugly. He looks like this and goes out, but he claims to be following your orders, and he is not afraid of being laughed at."

Feng Qing'an couldn't help it again, and muttered a few words.

He believes that Donghuang is the lord of a country, so she should at least pay attention to her own dignity. Of course, her own image goes without saying, but she should also pay more attention to the appearance of her subjects.

You must know that in the secular dynasties of mortals, nine out of ten who can be officials are good-looking. If they are too ugly, even if they are talented, they will not be hired because they will affect the image of the court.

"Well, in a few days I will select the most beautiful one in my ghost kingdom..."

"Dong Huang, I was just joking, why do you take it seriously?"

Feng Qing'an coughed dryly, and quickly interrupted Donghuang's words. It would be better if there were more such dwarf subordinates, although even if Donghuang chose the most powerful and majestic handsome ghost as a close minister, it would not be possible to threaten his status. , But, he is very good, why let Dong Huang torment this kind of thing to disgust him.

"Didn't you say that?"

"It's a joke, don't take it seriously."

Feng Qing'an looked serious.

"Okay, let's stop joking with you, let's talk about the business first, you actually came into contact with that group of human arrogance, what are you going to do next?"

"Didn't they have an idea for your treasury? Of course I was in the same boat with them, thinking of prying open your treasury and stealing the treasures collected by you, the lord of the ghost kingdom!"

"Don't bother, you can go now."

Dong Huang said casually.

"Ok?"

"Here, no matter where you go, you are unimpeded, even if you evacuate the treasure house I set up, it will be fine."

"That's not okay, aren't you making it harder for me? If you're like this, how can you let me get into that human race's arrogance? Didn't I reveal my secrets just after I came in? How can you coexist peacefully with them?"

When Feng Qing'an heard this, he was surprised instead of happy.

The so-called Tianjiao is a person who inherits the great luck of the human race. Such a group of Tianjiao gathers together, and their luck is thick. It is conceivable that the secret place they are looking for together must not be simple. Go in and have a look.

In a certain way, he is also a ghost of the underworld, why can't he share a share if he encounters a good one.

"So, you plan to mix with them, unite with them, and come to deal with me?"

Donghuang squinted his long and narrow phoenix eyes, examining Feng Qing'an.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I join forces with outsiders to deal with you? It's just to deal with the treasure house you put outside as a display. They don't have the idea of ​​​​doing anything to you. They are quite self-aware. They just think too much Just kill a few ghost kings."

The young man walked briskly, walking towards the king who was sitting on the soft couch and wearing black clothes. When the young man walked in, his steps suddenly became chaotic, his left foot stumbled over his right foot, and suddenly he lost his senses. Balanced, he threw himself forward into the embrace of the lord.

In an instant, Feng Qing'an felt the majesty and breadth of the king's mind, which was far beyond comparison to the immature girl Nan Ge.

"Well!"

Amid the refreshing fragrance, Feng Qing'an rolled and rolled cheekily, and couldn't help moaning comfortably. Sure enough, without the armored lord, the feeling was completely different.

"Have you buried enough?"

He didn't let Feng Qing'an act recklessly on his body, over the mountains and ridges, You Huang stretched out his hand, as if he had turned into a cartilage creature, the young man who buried his head on her body suddenly rose into the air, and she threw him on the soft couch .

"What do you want to do?"

Feng Qing'an looked at Dong Huang, who was tall and had crossed legs, and suddenly felt something was wrong. Dong Huang's eyes were as calm as a mirror lake just now.

But now, it was as if he had thrown a boulder, with ripples spreading and gradually turning into huge waves. Feng Qing'an had a premonition that a great flood was about to sweep across the world, shaking the world, and he would be the first to bear the brunt.

(End of this chapter)