The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 276: Punishment on Behalf of Heaven
Roar!
In the eyes of mortals, the sword was ordinary and without any worldly air, but in the eyes of the mountain god, it was a brilliant sword light that shot straight into the sky, with a righteous spirit that spanned the sky. With a roar, the mountain god, who had originally been indifferent to the appearance of the young man in white, immediately revealed his true form.

It was a giant tiger with drooping eyes, white forehead and wings. The thick and heavy murderous aura had already turned into smoke and cloud, entwining its body as big as a mountain. There was a mighty gale, like a surging torrent, coming from all directions, trying to lift its body up to the sky in an attempt to avoid the oncoming sword.

"No, spare my life!"

However, this mountain king made an extremely desperate discovery. No matter how he dodged, the brilliant sword light had already filled the sky and the earth and was almost everywhere. He was obviously already a mountain god, but he had a premonition that once he was beheaded, his soul would be shattered and he would no longer exist, and he would not even have the chance to enter reincarnation.

In the midst of life-and-death crisis and extreme despair, this mountain king no longer cared about holding back, and with a roar, he subconsciously displayed his innate, and also the most powerful, bloodline magical power he possessed.

Working for the tiger!

Unlike those tiger monsters who only control a few wild ghosts, this mountain king who has been on the throne of mountain god for hundreds of years, displays this famous bloodline magical power.

But he saw a vast yellow and turbid river spreading out from behind him, followed by thousands of ghosts, struggling and roaring, crawling out of the river of souls, and rushing towards the magnificent sword light that was crushing over.

But even with the accumulation of hundreds of years of this mountain king and the countless minions standing in front of him, they were like moths to a flame. Black gas rose, golden light flashed, and they were reduced to ashes.

Not to mention weakening the power of the sword light, he couldn't even stop it for a moment, and it didn't cause any effect. The magical powers he had accumulated for hundreds of years were like a joke in front of this sword light.

After the sword light swept across, all the demons and evil spirits disappeared, not only the ghosts that crawled out of the Soul River, but also this huge winged tiger as big as a mountain.

Along with a roar filled with extreme unwillingness and despair, a long red rainbow like the sunset glow appeared, stretching across the sky for hundreds of miles, lingering above the sky for a long time.

Rumbling--

After one sword strike, the tiger's body was split into two and fell from mid-air. Its huge head, as big as a hill, smashed on the top of the hill, knocking down a part of the hilltop. Then it rolled down the mountain, crushing countless trees and grass in the forest.

As for the mountain-sized headless tiger corpse, it directly collapsed half of the mountain, causing flocks of birds in a hundred miles radius to fly in panic, and in the mountains and forests, all kinds of beasts fled in panic.

Kill the god with one sword!
Looking at the corpse of the winged tiger lying in the mountains, Feng Qing'an, whose anger had subsided a little, put his sword back into its sheath. Then he looked at the brother and sister who were hugging each other not far away, and were already stunned.

"Immortal! Sister, look, the immortal has come to save us. What those gentlemen said is true. There really are immortals in this world who can slay demons and monsters."

The child, whose eyes were still wet with tears, suddenly pointed at the boy, looked excited, and shouted to his sister in joy.

"..."

Feng Qing'an glanced at the little kid who was screaming with excitement, but ignored him and looked at the corpse of the tiger that had surrendered on the spot without any resistance after being slashed by his sword.

Although he was looking for suitable materials for making swords, when he saw with his own eyes the scene of this evil god wreaking havoc on the world, he naturally felt a desire to eliminate the injustice in his heart.

He easily pulled out the Dragon-Slaying Sword of the Gods, which his elder brother had given him for self-defense, and swung the sword, killing the mountain god on the spot. Before killing him, Feng Qing'an was too lazy to even check the background of this mountain god and what realm he was in.

There is no need. No matter what level of mountain god he is, as long as he has not surpassed the realm of human immortals, he cannot withstand the sharpness of this sword.

Just look at the size of the mountains ruled by this mountain god and you will know that at most he is at the level of a king. Even if he has extraordinary talents, it is of no use.

In front of this sword, no matter whether it is a lower king or a higher king, there is no difference, they will all be killed with one sword, so there is no need to waste energy on identifying and checking anything.

Just kill him with one sword.

Just as he expected, the mountain lion could not withstand the sword and died completely, with no possibility of rising from the coffin.

Under normal circumstances, this is naturally not the case. Even though Shinto has many disadvantages, its advantages are also coveted and envied by many practitioners.

Just talking about the incense and fire gods, the speed at which their combat power develops is jaw-dropping. Even the souls of mortals can ascend to the throne of god within a day.

However, the premise of all this is to have enough incense. When the incense is strong, even if the divine body is collapsed and the Dharma body is destroyed, it can be reshaped in the Dharma domain in the next moment and start a second round.

Therefore, when humanity is flourishing and Shintoism is at its peak, there are few demons causing trouble. No alien creature would be so blind as to seek out and kill the gods and spirits at their peak, as this would only bring trouble to themselves.

The incense gods rely on the power of human will and have such a deterrent power in their heyday. Compared with the gods of incense, the gods of mountains and rivers, which are even better than the gods of incense, also have their advantages in terms of stability and duration.

Theoretically speaking, after taking control of the mountains, rivers and land veins, as long as the gods in power do not seek death, they can basically coexist with heaven and earth - in reality, this is simply impossible.

When heaven and earth were separated, the first batch of innate mountain gods that were born and could truly coexist with the world have almost died. Now there is no one to be seen, let alone the acquired creatures who want to seize the position of the righteous god of mountains and rivers.

No matter what, one thing is recognized, as long as one obtains the status of a god, one can greatly extend one's lifespan. And not only that, even if one is severely injured or even one's body is blown up, one can still use the power of mountains, rivers and earth veins to reshape the body.

As long as he doesn't encounter a powerful enemy that is more powerful than his realm, theoretically he can be immortal like the incense gods. It's just that his recovery speed is much slower than that of the incense gods in their heyday. But as a means of preserving his life, it is already very good.

Unfortunately, whether it is the incense gods who rely on the power of wishes to be reborn infinitely, or the gods of mountains and rivers who can use the power of the earth veins to reshape their true bodies, these powers of resurrection are all useless in front of the sword swung by Feng Qingan.

Wow~
Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and saw a large black crack appearing above the split body of the tiger. A powerful suction force emerged and sucked the mountain-sized corpse of the god into it.

The true forms of the gods of mountains and rivers are different. Monsters like this mountain king with fresh blood only account for a part of them. There is also a type of spirits that can communicate with mountains, rocks and plants. Of course, there are also monks who want to prolong their lifespan and avoid the arrival of death.

The remains left by this ferocious tiger mountain king were also what Feng Qing'an needed. This monster was known for its strong physique, and the teeth and claws that fell off its body were all top-grade materials for refining weapons, not to mention this complete divine tiger bone.

This evil mountain cat must have used the power of the earth veins to temper his body, but unfortunately, he jumped too happily, and was killed by a single sword, without even a chance to repent.

"Don't be rude."

Seeing Feng Qing'an taking away the huge tiger carcass with a wave of his hand, the girl's legs had gone weak. She looked at Feng Qing'an with awe and deep admiration. She slapped her brother on the head and then asked cautiously,

"Excuse me, are you an immortal?" "Immortal? No, I'm just a kind person who happened to pass by."

Feng Qing'an glanced at the brother and sister who were tortured by hunger and fear and looked emaciated. But even though they looked so pitiful, Feng Qing'an's heart was surprisingly calm.

He had witnessed too many horrific and cruel things in the past few months. When the tragedies that were only briefly mentioned in history books appeared clearly before him, it was an unprecedented shock.

There is great hunger in old age, and people eat each other.

Nine out of ten houses are empty, and all the members of the household have died out.

Many people starved to death, and some even ate their wives and children.

After seeing these tragedies in the world, naturally there would be no special emotions when seeing two poor little ones who were starving to death. After all, they are still alive and can still breathe, right?

And meeting him means that the sufferings they have endured in the past have come to an end. Diseases, plagues, wars, and all kinds of human suffering will be far away from them.

"Would you like to come with me?"

Feng Qing'an asked with a smile while seeing the slightly surprised looks of the brother and sister.

"I am willing."

The girl agreed without much thought. She did not forget how she climbed up the last section of the mountain. The top of the mountain was surrounded by steep cliffs, and there was no path for people to walk down. Apart from the immortal in front of her who did not admit that he was an immortal, who else could save her and her brother?

"Go in if you want. Everything will be fine from now on."

A crack appeared on the top of the mountain, but what appeared before the brother and sister was not darkness, but a fruit garden full of fruits.

"Sister, peaches, I want to eat peaches."

The child looked at the fruit forest in front of him, which seemed to provide him with enough food for a lifetime, and he couldn't help but shout.

Looking at the plump fruits that bent the branches, the girl couldn't help but swallow her saliva. However, after experiencing all kinds of hardships, she became extra cautious at this moment. She looked at the young man who looked like a banished immortal.

"Immortal, are those edible?"

"Eat slowly, be careful not to overeat."

Feng Qingan gave the order nonchalantly, and then the two siblings, who had been tortured by hunger for days and nights, could no longer bear it, and under the temptation of the rich fruity aroma, they rushed into the cave.

"Ugh!"

Feng Qing'an, who seemed to have handled everything, slowly let out a sigh as he smiled. When his gaze looked outside the mountain, the gentle smile on his face faded, and his jade-like eyes turned cold, like the biting cold that was about to sweep across the earth.

In times of chaos, demons that wreak havoc and kill humans can be killed, and those evil gods who are gods and accept incense from humans but take the opportunity to cause chaos should be killed even more.

However, compared to these man-eating demons and evil gods, even more heinous and unspeakable are the traitors who help the demons, succumb to the evil gods, and harm the human race.

"Cause and effect? ​​Ha!"

When the mountain god fell, his blood gushed out, creating a long blood-red rainbow that stretched for hundreds of miles. But now this strange sight is gradually being obscured by the fierce wind whistling through the sky, and the rumbling sound of thunder explodes in the clouds.

Click~
A blinding bolt of lightning struck from the clouds and accurately hit a rather dilapidated-looking village outside the mountain. Along with a blazing fire, there followed cries and wails filled with pain.

"I do not care."

Feng Qing'an climbed up to the sky step by step and strolled in the clouds. Thousands of thunders gradually burst out from his body and merged with the lightning snakes moving in the thunder.

Ang~
A clear dragon roar sounded from Feng Qing'an's arms. The elf dragon emerged from the boy's clothes, then grew against the wind, transforming into a golden-scaled dragon more than three meters long. After circling in the clouds, the head that looked no different from a dragon came in front of Feng Qing'an and made a soft roar.

Yin~
"You want to punish me on behalf of God?"

Feng Qing'an raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Minglong who had volunteered. Through the soul contract, he was able to get a glimpse of Minglong's thoughts and quickly understood his intentions.

Bodhisattvas fear causes, sentient beings fear consequences

In Minglong's incomplete dragon heritage, there are similar descriptions of cause and effect. No matter what the situation is, it is best for those who practice the righteous way of Xuanmen not to slaughter mortals. No matter what those mortals have done, it is not something that practitioners should interfere with.

Minglong knew that his master could not be considered a cultivator now, but he also knew how strong his master's desire to cultivate was.

Although he has not officially embarked on the path of Taoism yet, one day, he will embark on the path of pursuing the Great Dao. If he slaughters those evil humans because of a momentary anger, it will be a waste of time if it involves some cause and effect and affects his path of Taoism.

In this case, it is better to let it take the punishment. If there is karma, it can bear it. After all, it is just a piece of armor. It has nothing to do with cultivation and seeking the truth, and it doesn't care about karma.

"Go!"

Feng Qing'an stared at Minglong for a few moments, then waved his hand. He didn't think that bringing down thunder as punishment on such human rebels would lead to any bad consequences.

If there really is some existence in the dark that is spying on and watching everything, then his actions now should be rewarded with praise, rather than some bullshit cause and effect involvement, or even an impact on his cultivation.

(End of this chapter)