The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Tear~

It sounded like cloth being torn, but in reality it was the sound of flesh and skin being torn apart. A wolf-headed human being seemed to be born into the world, holding a thunder spear that had turned into substance, and killed a demon with only half of its body left. Picked in mid-air.

"Isn't this possible?"

Even the thick-haired wolf's head showed an extremely human look of disappointment at this moment. He glanced at the demon's empty lower body, which had no growth potential, and then looked at his bare shoulders. The wing with only one side left couldn't help but sigh,

"It's a bit asymmetrical."

While speaking, Feng Qing'an reached out and tore off the remaining wing, and also tore off a large piece of flesh and blood from 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 spurting out at all, because the demon's blood was almost drained.

"It looks much better this way."

Looking at the young sect leader with only a head and most of his body left in front of him, the dying demon with only half a breath left, Feng Qingan nodded with satisfaction.

He had already fulfilled his promise and beat him to pieces with both fists. The guy who coveted Nan Ge deserved this kind of end. One sword would be too cheap for him.

"This, no..."

boom--

Before he could finish his words, the thunder spear that penetrated the demon's chest suddenly exploded, causing the demon's body, which was already barely breathing, to be torn apart and turned into pitch-black charcoal.

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

Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and fished it out casually, and he caught out a humanoid soul that was five points similar to the young sect leader's human appearance.

However, there are still many parts of this soul that do not belong to the human race. The horns, bat wings and scorpion tail make him look half-human and half-demon. The essence of his soul has changed. It is precisely because of this that he is judged not to belong to the human race.

"That's not fair!"

The eyes of the Yin Hun Young Sect Leader, whose soul had been extracted by Feng Qingan, were full of resentment and hatred, and he stared at Feng Qingan's body, which had gradually disappeared and turned into a white robe again, with extreme reluctance.

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

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

It is precisely because of this that this seemingly fair and just fight is purely a one-sided beating or even a murder. This is an unjust war.

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

"What's unfair? I could have killed you with one sword, but I still let you enjoy the process of being beaten to death by me."

Feng Qing'an glanced at the soul in his hand that was still complaining unwillingly. The blue soul fire flowed down his palm, burning the soul full of resentment.

The young sect master's soul suddenly struggled and wailed, and his soul began to become distorted. He could no longer bear the burning pain of his soul and couldn't help but scream and beg for mercy.

"I am no longer a threat to you, just let my soul go."

"If I could be reincarnated, I would be my lackey."

At this moment, the young sect master is really scared. 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 to reincarnate again.

Although there are still many debates in the spiritual world, even if there is only one true spirit, can a creature that has lost the memory of its previous life and been reincarnated really still be regarded as its original existence?

The young sect leader doesn't care what the other monks think, but he believes that there is only one true spirit. As long as his soul is not gone, even if he is reincarnated, he still has a chance to come back.

If one day, his cultivation reaches its peak in the next life and he regains all the memories of his previous life, then he will be resurrected in an alternative way.

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

"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 but laugh. The young man who had already vented his anger had a lazy and relaxed expression at the moment.

"Come, look into my eyes."

Even though he knew something was wrong and even his soul trembled unconsciously, the young sect leader, whose physical shell had been exploded, was powerless to resist and couldn't help but look at Feng Qing'an's eyes, which had turned into pitch black in silence.

The deep eyes are like boundless darkness or a bottomless abyss. Just one glance at them will make your soul sink deep into them, making it difficult to extricate yourself.

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

"Found it, it's here."

Feng Qing'an, who had activated the power of the demon, unscrupulously read through all the memories possessed by the soul in front of him. He originally wanted to find out where the power behind this guy was. If possible, he would annihilate him along with the generals.

After all, cutting grass does not remove the root, but the spring breeze will bring new growth. In order to allow himself to calm down when practicing and not have to think wildly, Feng Qing'an felt that it would be better to nip all the signs of danger in the cradle.

In order to avoid causing trouble to his future self, even if the possibility of Yinhun Sect retaliating against him is extremely low and he cannot be found after all, it is better to be decisive in doing things and not leave any hidden dangers.

But although he had the idea of ​​​​eliminating the roots, Feng Qing'an gradually became obsessed with this guy's soul memory, and even became more and more excited as he watched.

Because what he saw was not only the various messages from the Yinhun Sect, but also the entire cultivation process of the young sect leader from the beginning of his cultivation to the time he was beaten to death.

The magical powers and secrets he has mastered, the experience summarization and insights of his practice, all are in front of him, or in front of him, the beast control master who borrowed the power of the demon, there is no secret at all.

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

Because even the immortals who created the secret method would not deliberately guard against the demons. Even if the demons obtained the human race's secret methods and magical powers, they would be of no use, and they would not be interested in them.

Moreover, if the demons interact with living beings other than them, there are only two outcomes, either you die or I die - there is no existence that can coexist with the demons.

"The power of the demon is really terrifying!"

Feng Qing'an held the soul of a monk who had only cultivated to the realm of metamorphosis in his hand, 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. The talent is still not exhausted, and the power of the demon is dispersed, and he expresses heartfelt emotions.

At this moment, he has a kind of confidence. If he practices the "Six Yin Youtian Immortal Sutra", which is the fundamental inheritance of Yin Hun Sect, then he will only need one year to reach the realm of the young sect leader, and he can also Better than he did.

After all, with his physique and all his training experience, if he couldn't be better than this guy, he might as well find a beach and bury himself to avoid being embarrassed.

After obtaining all the training memories of a Tianjiao monk and the magical secrets he mastered, Feng Qingan now even has the confidence to condense a first-grade golden elixir, but he cannot be 100% sure, only half or 50%.

But even so, Feng Qing'an was not in a hurry, because he found that he seemed to have found a shortcut to the great road - based on the power of the devil, he could pry into the practice experience of other monks, and even the magical powers and secrets they had mastered. , he can gather all the dharmas and become the Taoist.

"Be careful not to be anxious or dry, and don't be impatient."

Feng Qing'an, who suddenly realized the magical power of the demon, quickly calmed down and did not let himself get addicted to it. He even pressed down the idea of ​​grabbing a few monks and reading their soul memories.

It is definitely not a good choice to unscrupulously pry into the memories of others, especially those of great monks whose life experiences are dozens or hundreds of times greater than your own.

Judging from his current age, if he suddenly obtained all the memories of a five-hundred-year-old Yuan Dan monk, then this 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 understanding of heaven and earth, will be distorted by this.

"Those evil geniuses with great luck should be my goals."

Feng Qingan reached out and patted his cheek, warning himself again and again that he must not abuse the power of the demon.

This time, the young master of the Yinhun Sect, who allowed him to experience the power of the demon for the first time, has lived long enough for an ordinary mortal to live a lifetime.

Approximately sixty years old, for a mortal, is the end of life, but for a monk who has already entered the realm of mortal transformation, it is simply too young.

However, even so, the chaotic life memories of this talented monk, who was considered extremely "young" in the world of immortality, also had a certain impact on Feng Qing'an, and it would take him some time to get rid of these influences.

Who knows that the years he has spent now are too short, and the things he has experienced are too few. It is easy to cause problems if he always peeks into other people's memories.

"Last Chapter Visiting the Palace."

Feng Qing'an, who had calmed down slightly, looked at the dark palace that was still suppressed by the Qibao Golden Building. After looking through the memory of the young sect master, he also knew the origin of this palace.

This was discovered by the young sect leader when he accidentally strayed into an unknown secret realm of a run-down sect. This was one of his biggest gains and his biggest trump card. Unfortunately, it was of no use when he met Feng Qingan. It also became a wedding dress.

This palace is named Shangzhang, just as Feng Qingan originally determined, it is a palace composed of thousands of magic weapons, and its function and positioning is to fly across the sea. The mission of escorting a group of monks between two continents.

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

Sea-crossing flying boats are just a vague concept. The ones used are not necessarily long shuttle-shaped flying boats. Any magic weapon structure that can sail across the sea and can transport more than a thousand people at a time can be called a sea-crossing flying boat.

"Last chapter, come here!"

Feng Qing'an put away the Seven Treasures Golden Pillar, pinched the magic formula in his hand, summoned this huge and majestic palace, and stuffed it into the cave without politeness.

This thing is not driven by a single person at all. The mana it consumes should be provided by a group of monks, or a type of spiritual energy gathering crystal similar to a spiritual stone is prepared, which can stably output spiritual energy.

The young sect master was extremely selfish and even arrogant. After acquiring such a huge thing, he did not take it out and give it to the sect. Instead, he chose to keep it privately and faced a powerful enemy, trying to mobilize this world with his own power. A means of defense for the palace.

Now that I have ended up like this, it actually has nothing to do with it. It is purely because I am greedy and I don’t know it. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net I have provoked people I shouldn’t have provoked.

"Yinhun Sect, are the three immortals?"

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

"You have to plan carefully."

Because what he wanted to eradicate was a sect with three immortals in charge, Feng Qingan also informed Donghuang of the matter in advance, and did not intend to fight everything alone. After Donghuang learned about the matter, he responded It's also extremely simple and straightforward.

"kill!"

"Let me try it first."

When the two were discussing and making a decision, the outcome of the Yinhun Sect was already decided, but Feng Qingan wanted to have a little intervention in how the process developed.

The power of the demon can not only spy on memories and obtain secrets, but can also arouse people's seven emotions and six desires, amplifying many extreme emotions including greed, anger, murderous intent, etc. to the extreme, turning originally normal people into crazy people.

This is the truly terrifying part of the demon's power!

"If I fail, you can come across the world with the help of Huangji Jingshi Bell."

Although he wanted to test the magical power of the demon, Feng Qing'an was also prepared for the possibility of overturning to ensure that nothing went wrong.

"Can!"

Donghuang agreed with Feng Qing'an's approach. Anyway, as long as she sensed that Feng Qing'an was in danger, she would tear the void apart and descend directly.

The power of the inherited Taoist weapon, even if it is separated by one realm, is enough to wipe out the immortals. Although at her current level, it would cost a lot to activate the Phoenix Bell to exert such power, but since it involves When it comes to her sister, there is no need to worry about this.