The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

"Not enough, not enough!"

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

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

After obtaining the remains of a god, the originally illusory sword body became solid at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning from virtual to real. However, with the change of this bloody sword, the sound was also heard in this Demon-Conquering Palace. , the miserable wails of less than a hundred monsters.

The formation pattern that Feng Qing'an had just painted amidst the mocking sounds of the demons had now turned into life-threatening shackles. The light red aura lit up in the dark hall and gradually became brighter.

However, as the spiritual light of the array pattern gradually became more dazzling, the bodies of the demons who moaned in pain gradually shriveled up. The essence in their bodies was being extracted, and even their souls were torn apart.

And everything that was forcibly extracted was turned into nutrients in the blood pool, and the demon-suppressing sword was formed. Feng Qing'an just stared at the sword that was gradually taking shape, ignoring the miserable wailing and begging for mercy of these monsters.

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

In this Demon-Conquering Hall, which had become extremely quiet, Feng Qingan frowned as he looked at the sword in the blood pool. After a while, his brows gradually relaxed.

He didn't even reach out to pull the sword out of the blood pool, because there was no need. With just one glance, Feng Qing'an knew that this sword was not what he wanted.

However, this is not because there is anything wrong with this sword, but because Feng Qingan's horizons have been raised too much. The first sword he obtained was the God-Slaying Dragon-Slaying Sword given to him by his elder brother.

When this sword was forged, it was just an ordinary iron sword, but because the people who used it were so extraordinary, the sword was stained with the blood of too many gods, and was even stained with the blood of a statue that was about to transform. The blood of the dragon god that becomes a true dragon.

Needless to say, the power of such a sword is natural. As long as it is pulled out of the scabbard, the righteous god of mountains and rivers who does evil will be like a chicken and a dog. When the sword light falls, he will surely perish.

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

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

But even so, Feng Qingan is still full of expectations, because this is only the first sword. According to the layout taught to him by Donghuang, he will have a set of thirty-six Tiangang swords and seventy-two Earthly Demon Swords. sword array.

Now is just the beginning, and the power of this sword is only weak now. As long as this sword is placed in the blood pool, the remains of monsters are continuously thrown into it, and the flesh, flesh, essence, and even soul of the monster are used to nourish it, the power of this sword will be The power is, in theory, unlimited.

A sword with growth attributes, although it seemed a bit unworkable when it was first born, it has a promising future.

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

Although he knew that this sword had growth potential, Feng Qingan still wanted to see how much growth this sword could achieve.

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

It sounds like a method that is close to evil, but in fact, it is a method of cultivating swords from Xuanmen sword cultivators.

The sword master needs to nourish the sword with his own essence and blood, 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, reaching the point where it can be controlled like an arm and can be moved with thought.

"The sword is made of blood!"

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

If this sword-raising method is performed by him, it will naturally not require any blood essence. A drop of blood can have the magical effect of turning decay into something miraculous.

Feng Qing'an has already verified this point. When Donghuang gave him the Minglong Armor, it was because of a drop of his blood that the Minglong Armor gave birth to spiritual wisdom. This is why there are now even the Great Jin Martial Arts Center. The martial arts armor that people flock to.

Of course, the most important reason why Minglong can achieve such an achievement and get such a nickname is because this little guy works very hard. Apart from fighting with martial arts masters and occasionally playing with him in his free time to please him, most of the other things are He spent most of his time studying martial arts techniques and practicing martial arts.

But no matter what, it was only because of his first drop of blood that Minglong became what he is today. With such a precedent, Feng Qingan naturally attached great importance to his own blood.

What's more, his current physique has been improved to a higher level than before, and the effect has been increased tenfold. If the same drop of blood falls, there may be even more amazing changes now.

Just after thinking for a moment, Feng Qing'an made a decision, stepped in the air, and reached the sky above the blood pool. Then a wisp of strong wind sliced ​​his middle finger - the pericardial meridian of Hand Jueyin. Although he did not intend to release blood essence, But the position of pricking blood can be a little more particular.

A round drop of blood fell from Feng Qing'an's fingertips. Before the drop of blood fell, Feng Qing'an's wound had healed. He was now full of vitality, even though he was far away from those Hunyuan realm warriors with broken arms. Rebirth is still some way off. But by how much, Feng Qingan himself is not sure.

After all, his rich blood basically comes from the feedback given by Heishan and Senmiao, and of course, the vitality given to him by the Blazing Sun Tree.

This cannot be measured by the standards of the human martial arts system. We can only roughly estimate his current physical strength. It is impossible for Feng Qingan to cut off his arm without any trouble. Looking at his current body, he is full of vitality and vitality. , can you regenerate your severed limbs?

While some distracting thoughts were passing by, the blood from Feng Qing'an's stabbing was already dripping on the sword below, which was as crystal clear as jade.

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 hungry for a long time, eager to devour the hard-won food.

Zheng~

At the moment when Feng Qing'an's blood blended into the sword, after the sword was cast and formed, it was inserted quietly in the blood pool like a dead object. The standing sword suddenly started to tremble, layer upon layer. A bloody aura erupted from it, causing the blood pool to turmoil endlessly, like rivers and lakes under a violent storm, setting off large bloody waves that were several feet high.

Buzz buzz~

As the Demon-Suppressing Sword buzzed and trembled, the bloody aura that had spread outwards suddenly rolled back and converged on the sword body, condensing into the vague outline of a bloody tiger.

"..."

Feng Qing'an watched the changes in the sword with an expressionless face. All the changes were within his expectations, and there were no surprises. Even if the sword spirit was born from his blood, there was nothing surprising. .

Zheng~

As if sensing some thoughts of the sword master Feng Qing'an, the crystal sword in the blood pool let out another long sword chant, and then under the gaze of Feng Qing'an, whose face changed slightly, the sword that was entrenched in the sword was The shadow of the tiger above changed violently, became distorted and blurred, and finally began to turn into a human form.

"Um?!"

Under the young man's slightly expectant gaze, the figure suddenly became clear, and even changed from virtual to real. Even the outline of the facial features became obvious, but it was a cute little face carved with pink and jade, and it was difficult to distinguish male and female.

"..."

Seeing such a change, Feng Qing'an's expression suddenly became a little weird. In this scene, it was clear that this sword was nourished by his blood and gave birth to a sword spirit. But the appearance of this sword spirit, why It seems that he can change according to his wishes?

Do you think I look like a god or a human being?

I look like you look like a little lolita with blond hair and animal ears!

When he realized that the sword spirit could change according to his wishes, a scene that he had never seen suddenly popped up in Feng Qing'an's mind. But when the thought suddenly changed, Feng Qing'an Suddenly I realized something was wrong.

Because of the pink carving and jade carving, the male and female sword spirit was already standing on the hilt of the sword. Stimulated by the idea that suddenly came to him, the slightly blurry humanoid outline of the sword spirit began to condense into a blur. An exquisite jade body with soft curves and gentle undulations is displayed before your eyes.

"Gan!"

Feng Qing'an took a look at this petite and exquisite jade body, and couldn't help cursing, because it was actually not in line with his preferences. But just now, when he suddenly discovered that the sword spirit could change its appearance according to his wishes, his mind went crazy. A stray thought suddenly popped out of my mind.

"finish dressing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the newly born Sword Spirit with a blank look on his face, tilting his head and staring at Feng Qingan. As another thought passed through Feng Qingan's mind, the petite and exquisite sword spirit was as big as a palm. A look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face, and he stretched out his hand and hooked it lightly.

The blood pool that gradually calmed down once again set off ripples, and streaks of blood-colored silk threads poured out from the blood pool and wrapped around the jade body of Sword Spirit Chiguo, weaving a set of crimson palace skirts.

"..."

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

Because just as he thought in that flash of thought, the newborn sword spirit in front of him had blond hair, animal ears, a petite figure, and a tiger tail swaying back and forth behind him.

Under the innocent yet blank gaze of this sword spirit, Feng Qing'an couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but it was probably due to the influence of the sword. The little sword spirit with clear and clean eyes had a coquettish and evil aura. With a bit of charm.

"Amitabha, sin, sin."

Facing the sword spirit that was born from his random thoughts, Feng Qing'an couldn't help but imitate the great monk and recite the Buddha's name, then turned around and left without stopping at all.

As if he was escaping from something, Feng Qing'an left the Demon-Conquering Palace and went directly to the sixth floor of the cave. After taking a look at the Blazing Sun Tree and confirming that the growth of this sacred tree was in good condition, he prepared to leave. But as soon as he lifted his feet, his face couldn't help but darken.

"master!"

The soft and charming voice of Didi sounded, and the artificial sound of kneading made Feng Qing'an feel tired and the roots of her teeth hurt.

In his line of sight, a petite girl with a charming face stood there with her hands behind her back. She had nine identical faces decorated with snake scales, showing a flattering look.

Well, nine heads. Compared to the human race, the delicate body of a young girl who is now in her prime has nine identical heads. Because her shoulders are too narrow and cannot lift so many heads at once, so The necks connecting these heads and bodies are as long as snakes.

"..."

Faced with such a terrifying and weird existence, Feng Qingan was silent for a moment, and then he took a step out of the cave and appeared in front of the nine-headed girl. He waved his arms and clenched his five fingers into a fist, and thunder and hurricanes entangled him. Fist, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Then, he punched down.

Boom——

With the thunder roaring and the strong wind surging, the terrifying nine-headed girl exploded instantly and turned into streams of air. Finally, it floated in the sky and transformed into a familiar appearance to Feng Qingan.

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

The head as big as a mountain dropped from the sky, with a bit of grievance and confusion in its tone. It clearly saw that the sword spirit that was supposed to take the form of a tiger turned into a human being under the intervention of this master. A half-demon girl in her prime.

He looked very satisfied. Why was he treated like this when he turned into a half-demon girl? The master didn't think much and punched it.

This is aggrieved!

"That's enough, Jiuling. I'm very satisfied with your current appearance. There's no need to turn into anything else."

Feng Qing'an restrained his anger, tried his best to suppress it, and reminded himself repeatedly in his heart that he should not let his happiness and anger show on the surface, and he should have the skill of nourishing his qi so that his face would not change even if the mountain collapsed.

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

"I'm warning you one last time. If you dare to look like you did just now, I will definitely find a secret method to erase you."

Feng Qingan couldn't bear it anymore. He could understand that this guy wanted to figure out his thoughts and tried every means to please him and win his favor. But why did he turn into such a scary ghost after trying to figure it out? Block him?

This guy has not been getting along with the human race for a day or two. Which human race would have such weird preferences? Although the scope of his preferences is a bit wider, it definitely does not include such aliens. At least it must be like a human being.