The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 278: The Incarnation of the Gods, the Dragon King Returns

"Donghuang!"

When he was confused, he asked the king for advice. When he encountered something he couldn't figure out, Feng Qing'an thought of the king of Youhuang first. If he didn't understand something, why bother to figure it out himself? The right thing to do was to ask the king directly.

"What's the matter?"

"Something about the power of incense and vows..."

Feng Qing'an told his thoughts truthfully. He was envious of the benefits of incense and vows, but did not want to suffer the disadvantages of them.

People are so greedy.

No one is exempt.

All living things have desires.

Practitioners do not pursue fame or wealth, they regard gold and silver as dirt, and power as passing clouds. So, practitioners have no desires or demands?
Are you kidding me?
Practitioners have desires that transcend the mundane. What they crave is the great way, immortality, and overwhelming supernatural powers. This is a power that transcends and is above the mundane.

"It is said that in ancient times there was a great emperor who blessed the world and was blessed by the power of the Nine Continents Dawn. However, the emperor did not accept the power of the power, but was unwilling to give it up, so he used the power of the people's will to create an incarnation of the Shinto emperor with incomparable power."

After listening to Feng Qingan's fantasies and desires, Dong Huang said slowly.

"Can you still play like this?"

Feng Qing'an's eyes lit up immediately after hearing this. This was exactly what he wanted. As expected of an ancient emperor, he knew how to adapt and had such a great talent to create such a secret method that had the best of both worlds.

"There is nothing absolute in this world. There are many kinds of magical powers and secret methods. There is nothing that does not exist, only what you cannot imagine. It's just that..."

Donghuang deliberately dragged out the last syllable, and Feng Qing'an immediately became nervous, because he realized that although there were secret methods in this world, Donghuang might not master them.

"Just what?"

"The secret method created by the Holy Emperor has not been passed down, so even I have never mastered it."

The King of Youhuang Kingdom said slowly. Although Feng Qingan had been prepared just now, he still felt a little disappointed when he heard such words. However, it was already very good to know the existence of this secret method, which also broadened his horizons.

"Nevermind."

Although he said so, Feng Qing'an still felt a little uncomfortable. It was obvious that Dong Huang was tormenting him. It would be better not to let him know and simply give up the idea.

"The secret method created by the great emperor is rarely known, but there are many powerful people who have borrowed from the great emperor's creation and created similar methods of divine incarnation. My father happened to have a copy and passed it on to me, but I never had the chance to use it."

"..."

Feng Qing'an suddenly fell silent.

"What? You don't want it anymore?"

A cold voice with a hint of ridicule rang in Feng Qing'an's heart.

"You won't give it to me?"

Feng Qingan asked without blinking. How could he be controlled so easily by this king?
"If you need it, I will give it to you, but you have to give something in return!"

Dong Huang's voice became somewhat playful.

"What do you want from me?"

Feng Qing'an still maintained a tough stance.

"That day, I asked you to come to the Solitary Palace. Did you fulfill your promise?"

Dong Huang suddenly asked, and Feng Qing'an was speechless.

"I'm busy, right? Besides, I didn't agree to it at that time."

Feng Qingan's face suddenly froze.

"Well, I still have some business to attend to..."

"Wait a minute, give me the secret method, and I'll come over now."

Feng Qingan glanced at Minglong, who was now surrounded by the power of incense and wishes, and decided to put up with it. After all, it wasn't the first time. How could a man be so coy in his dealings with others?
"I am very busy now and don't have time. Come to my bedroom when I have time to summon you in a few days."

"……it is good."

Feng Qingan's cheeks twitched twice, but he still gritted his teeth and agreed.

"My secret method is not as good as the one created by the great emperor, but it is more than enough to refine a divine incarnation. If you can find a better one in the future, you can replace it."

As the voice fell, an obscure secret method had already flowed into Feng Qing'an's heart.

The young man today is no longer a naive person. Even with just a quick glance, he can understand the general idea and know what the subtleties are in it. This Shinto secret technique is full of gems in every word, explaining what the simplicity of the great way is.

However, the most difficult part in practicing this secret technique is not understanding its essence, but in order to meet the requirements of practice, one must have a huge amount of willpower. This is the most basic requirement for practicing the secret technique.

But this was not a problem for Minglong. When Feng Qingan passed on the secret technique that he had obtained from Donghuang at a certain price to Minglong, the little guy was so excited that he flew around in the air.

Amidst the roar of thunder and the howling of hurricanes, the golden-scaled dragon circled and danced in the air. The pure willpower that was originally entangled with it and that it could not handle suddenly fell off.

Crystal clear wishes as silk-like were flying in the air. Minglong looked at them, uttered a long chant, opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing all the wishes into his body.

The golden-scaled dragon was flying and swimming in the clouds. Under Feng Qing'an's expectant gaze, it opened its mouth and spit out a golden shadow only a foot in size, like a loach, shot out from its mouth.

Feng Qing took a closer look and found that it was actually a golden-scaled dragon fish with a pair of sharp dragon horns on its forehead. Its body was crystal clear, as if it was carved from colored glaze and jade. It radiated divine light and naturally possessed a sense of sacredness and majesty.

"..."

Although Minglong successfully used the flying man-made wish power to train a Shinto incarnation, Feng Qingan fell into silence as he watched the dragon fish shaking its head in the sea of ​​clouds, taking over all the incense and wish power on behalf of Minglong. Dragon head, fish body, Chiwen.

Feng Qing'an was very familiar with this little thing. He had even eaten it before. So when this thing appeared in front of him, Feng Qing'an suspected that it was the Water God who had resurrected and revived.

However, when Feng Qing'an used the "Divine Control Art" to control the Ming Dragon Armor and also controlled the dragon fish that swallowed up all the incense and vows that kept flying from the ground, he finally put his worries to rest. It was indeed an incarnation of vows without any self-awareness.

"Because of the magic weapon?"

Feng Qing'an asked Minglong and discussed with him, but the little guy couldn't explain it clearly, because it was an incarnation refined according to the requirements of the secret technique, using willpower as the raw material. As for why it became like this, it couldn't tell the reason. It looked like this when it was formed.

"Since there is no problem, let's continue and see what this thing can be raised into. If there is really a problem, just break it up."

Feng Qing'an stared at the dragon fish for a long time, but after repeated confirmation, he found that he could control it at any time, so he temporarily gave up the idea of ​​destroying it and decided to observe it for a while.

Yin~
The golden-scaled dragon also picked up the divine incarnation that it had refined in its claws and stared at it carefully, looking at it again and again. Originally, this thing that had caused its master's concerns should have been destroyed directly, but the master wanted to observe it for a while, so it decided to wait and see.

"Once you find anything abnormal, destroy it without any hesitation."

Feng Qing'an decided to hand over the cleaning task of this mountain to Minglong. Those human beings who had become slaves of the evil god must not be spared and must be killed completely.

He had to deal with the corpse of the evil god he had just collected as soon as possible, and then kill the other evil gods who were still causing trouble and doing evil on this land.

Yin~
When the little dragon waved his little claws, patted his chest and made a promise to Feng Qing'an, Feng Qing'an had already turned around and entered the cave.

The second level of the cave, the prison of ten thousand demons!

Unlike the first level of the cave, where there are only thirty-six demon-locking towers in the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, this level of the prison that imprisons tens of thousands of demons has seventy-two demon-suppressing halls. Each hall holds at least a hundred and up to nearly a thousand demons.

Of course, a considerable number of these demons captured by the Dajin government have special backgrounds or other special reasons, so they cannot be killed on the spot and can only be imprisoned.

However, these did not matter to Feng Qing'an. If he wandered around any place in Qi State now, the number of demons he encountered would be several times more than the number of demons imprisoned in any of the demon-suppressing halls here.

Feng Qing'an randomly picked a Demon-Suppressing Temple that was in a very remote location and walked in. In order to fit the terrain of the cave, the construction of these Demon-Suppressing Temples seemed quite disorganized to later generations.

Some demon-suppressing temples are used frequently, while some, demons will not be thrown in unless there is no more space. The one Feng Qingan broke into was such a demon-suppressing temple.

"Hehe, I haven't seen a new person for a long time. Are you from the Xiao family or the Luo family?"

“Who cares who he is? Hey, boy, can you come closer? I won’t kill you. Just let me take a bite out of you.”

When the breath of living people appeared in this prison that suppressed demons, pairs of pupils of different colors, but mostly filled with blood and murderous aura, lit up one after another from the darkness. Pairs of greedy and malicious eyes stared at him from all directions.

Even if it was an ordinary cultivator, being watched by so many demons at the same time, even if he knew that these demons were imprisoned, he would only think of escaping and would not want to stay here any longer.

However, Feng Qing'an turned a blind eye to the malice that was surging like waves from all directions. He just walked to the center of the Enchanted Hall, ready to transform this place where demons were suppressed and sealed into a sword-forging pool according to the method taught by Dong Huang.

This is an effect achieved by further developing the original formation. It will not have any impact on the original formation for locking up demons and subduing monsters. It will only draw power from the formation and use it for forging swords.

"Boy, why are you silent? What are you bending over and drawing on the ground?"

"This kid looks very strange. How come he hasn't said a word since he came in?"

"This kid does look weird, and he hasn't even brought any companions with him."

"He wouldn't have sneaked in, right? Looking at the sneaky look of this kid, he doesn't look like a member of the Xiao and Luo families."

"Nonsense, who could sneak in?"

"I always feel like something is wrong. There is something seriously wrong with this human kid."

Boom——

Along with the dull roar, all the demons who were able to see Feng Qingan and talk about him shut their mouths. Even the demons with a history opened their eyes wide at this moment, staring in amazement at the huge head that was moved over by the young man by some unknown means.

After a moment of silence, the Demon-Suppressing Hall, which held a relatively small number of demons, opened its eyes and saw with their own eyes the head of a mountain god. This was obviously beyond their ability to bear and caused an unparalleled shock to their minds.

"This, is this the breath of the Demon King?!"

"How is this possible? This is impossible!"

"I can't possibly be wrong. My father is the demon king. I am very familiar with this aura. No, my father's aura is not as good as this head."

"Are you kidding me? Look, that thing has been dead for a while, and your father is still alive. He is still not as strong as a dead thing? How strong was this tiger king when he was alive?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?"

"What's the point of discussing who is stronger and who is weaker now? They have both been chopped off and only their heads are left. They are completely cold."

The many demons who had been watching Feng Qing'an's every move with a joking attitude now became completely panicked. They no longer had their previous calmness and composure, and had no intention of teasing Feng Qing'an.

Even if some of them are demons with a history, their backers are just mere demon kings. And at this moment, the aura emitted by the head taken out by the young man is even better than that of those demon kings who are still alive. How could they afford to provoke such a ferocious existence after killing it?

"It's done!"

Using the blood flowing from the tiger's head as dye to embellish the formation he added, dark red spiritual patterns gradually emerged in the places where he had been busy before.

An illusory and hazy pool of blood appeared in the center of the Demon-Suppressing Temple, and in the center of the blood pool, a large sword with a strange texture but even more illusory could be vaguely seen.

"Let me in!"

The moment he saw the blood pool appear, Feng Qing'an raised his leg and kicked the head of the evil god in front of him into it. The originally illusory pool of water instantly boiled, and the illusory red liquid with an unreal feeling in it seemed to have its own life consciousness and flowed upstream.

Then Feng Qing'an saw that the blood, which was originally only visible but not substantial, had actually corroded the mountain god's head completely, leaving only slightly crystal white bones. In the end, not even the bones were left, only a real pool of blood, rippling with layers of blood-colored ripples.

However, in this blood pool that seemed to be only ten feet square, the Demon-Subduing Sword, which still remained illusory and did not change at all because of the blood pool turning from virtual to real, appeared extremely dazzling.

(End of this chapter)