The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 279 Sword Lady, Sword Loli, Sword Spirit Army
"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 threw the tiger king's huge body, as big as a mountain, into the blood pool as well.

The seemingly small blood pool swallowed up the Tiger King's body the moment it came into contact. The flesh, fascia, and bones were all separated. The essence and spiritual energy contained in them were all decomposed by the blood pool and then injected into the blood sword phantom.

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, along with the changes of this blood sword, the miserable wails of less than a hundred demons in the Demon-Suppressing Hall were also heard.

The array pattern that Feng Qing'an had just been drawing amid the mockery of the demons had now turned into life-threatening shackles. A faint red light lit up in the dark hall and gradually became brighter.

However, the price to pay for the formation's spiritual light to become increasingly dazzling was that the demons wailed in pain, their bodies gradually shriveled up, their vital energy being drained away, and even their souls being torn apart.

All that was forcibly extracted turned into nutrients in the blood pool, which helped the Demon-Subduing Sword take shape. Feng Qing'an just stared at the sword that was gradually taking shape, and ignored the miserable wails and pleas for mercy of the demons.

At the cost of the corpse of a mountain god and the complete transformation of less than a hundred demons into useless mummies, a crystal jade sword shining with blood-red light took shape in the blood pool.

In the Demon-Slaying Hall which had become exceptionally quiet, Feng Qing'an stared at the sword in the pool of blood with a frown on his face. After a moment, his brows gradually relaxed.

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

However, it’s not that there is anything wrong with the sword, but that Feng Qing’an’s vision has been raised too much. The first sword he obtained was the God-Slaying and Dragon-Slaying Sword given to him by his eldest brother.

Although this sword was just an ordinary iron sword when it was first forged, because the person who used it was too extraordinary, the sword was stained with the blood of too much gods, and even the blood of a dragon god who was about to transform into a real dragon.

The power of such a sword is self-evident. Once it is drawn out of the scabbard, the righteous gods of the mountains and rivers who do evil will be like chickens and dogs, and will surely fall when the sword light falls.

However, Feng Qing'an cannot use this sword as he wishes, but even as a substitute, he has a Xunfeng Sword, a magical weapon forged by the Dragon King, which is equally powerful.

Feng Qing'an, who had used these two swords, naturally looked down on the Demon-Subduing 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 test the sword, and he knew that the power of this sword would definitely not be to his liking.

But even so, Feng Qing'an was still full of expectations, because this was only the first sword. According to the arrangement taught to him by Donghuang, he would have a sword formation consisting of thirty-six Tiangang swords and seventy-two Disha Fumo swords.

Now is just the beginning, and the power of this sword is only weak now. As long as this sword is placed in a pool of blood and the remains of demons are continuously thrown into it, and nourished by the blood, flesh, essence, and even souls of the demons, the power of this sword, in theory, is infinite.

A sword with growth attributes. Although it may not be very good at the beginning, it has a promising future.

"Go and kill a few more gods and throw them into the blood pool to see what changes will happen."

Although he knew that this sword had the potential to grow, Feng Qing'an still wanted to see how much this sword could grow.

But just as he turned around and was about to leave, his steps suddenly stopped, because he suddenly remembered the sword-cultivation method that Donghuang taught him, which included a method of using blood to contain the sword.

It sounds like a method that is almost evil, but in fact, it is the method of sword cultivation used by the Xuanmen sword practitioners.

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 over the sword, to the point where he can control it as easily as with his own arm and at a thought.

"Blood-filled sword!"

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

If he were to perform this sword-cultivation method, he would naturally not need any essence or blood. Just a drop of blood could have the effect of turning decay into something magical.

Feng Qing'an had verified this a long time ago. When Donghuang gave him the Minglong Armor, it was because of a drop of his blood that the Minglong Armor developed intelligence. This is how the Wushen Armor, which is now sought after by even martial artists in the Great Jin Dynasty, came into being.

Of course, the most important reason why Minglong could achieve such great success and get such a nickname is because this little guy works very hard. Apart from looking for martial arts masters to fight with and occasionally playing with them to please them in his spare time, he spends most of his time studying martial arts techniques and practicing martial arts.

But no matter what, it was because of his initial drop of blood that the Minglong of today was created. With such a precedent, Feng Qingan naturally attaches great importance to his own blood.

What's more, his physical condition is now much better than before, and the effect has increased tenfold. The same drop of blood falling will probably produce even more amazing changes now.

After just a moment's thought, Feng Qing'an made a decision. He stepped into the air and walked above the blood pool. Then a gust of strong wind cut his middle finger - the hand Jueyin pericardium meridian. Although he did not intend to release his essence and blood, the location of the bloodletting could be a little more particular.

A drop of round blood fell from Feng Qingan's fingertips, and before the drop of blood fell, the wound Feng Qingan had already healed. He was now full of vitality, although there was still a distance between him and those warriors in the Hunyuan realm who broke their arms and regenerated. But Feng Qingan himself was not sure how far he was from that.

After all, his vigorous blood and energy basically come from the feedback given by Heishan and Senmiao, and of course, the vitality given to him by the Chiyang Tree.

There is no way to measure this using the standards of the human martial arts system. I can only roughly estimate my current physical strength. Feng Qing'an wouldn't chop off my arm for no reason. I have to see if my current strong vitality and blood can allow me to regenerate my severed limbs.

As some distracting thoughts flashed through his mind, the blood that Feng Qing'an had stabbed had already dripped onto the sword below that was as crystal clear as a piece of jade.

The moment his blood fell on the hilt, it merged into it, as if it had always been one with the sword. It was also as if the sword was a glutton that had been hungry for a long time and could not wait to devour the hard-earned food.

Zheng~
That is, at the moment when Feng Qing'an's blood merged into the sword, after it was cast, it was quietly inserted in the blood pool like a dead object. The motionless sword suddenly trembled, and layers of blood-colored aura burst out from it, causing the blood pool to be turbulent, like a river or lake under a storm, raising blood-colored waves several feet high.

buzz~
As the Disha Demon-Subduing Sword hummed and trembled, the blood-colored spiritual light that had been spreading outward in layers suddenly rolled back and gathered on the sword body, condensing into the vague outline of a blood-colored tiger.

"..." Feng Qing'an watched the changes of the sword expressionlessly. All the changes were within his expectations and there was no surprise. Even if the sword spirit was born from his blood, there was nothing strange about it.

Zheng~
As if sensing some of the thoughts of Feng Qing'an, the sword master, the crystal sword in the blood pool let out another long sword chant. Then, under the gaze of Feng Qing'an, whose face changed slightly, the tiger shadow perched on the sword changed drastically, becoming distorted and blurred, and finally began to transform into a human form.

"Um?!"

Under the boy's slightly expectant gaze, the figure suddenly became clear, even from virtual to real, and even the contours of the facial features became obvious, but it was a cute little face that was so delicate and delicate that it was difficult to tell whether it was male or female.

"..."

Seeing such a change, Feng Qing'an's face suddenly became a little weird. Now it was clear in this scene that the sword had given birth to a sword spirit under the nourishment of his blood. But how come the appearance of this sword spirit seemed to be able to change according to his wishes?
Do you think I look like a god or a human?
I think you look like a little loli with blonde hair and animal ears!

When Feng Qing'an realized that the sword spirit could actually change according to his wishes, a scene that he had never seen before suddenly popped up in his mind. As soon as this thought suddenly flashed through his mind, Feng Qing'an suddenly realized that something bad had happened.

The blood-red sword spirit, whose figure was so delicate that it was difficult to tell whether it was male or female, was already standing on the hilt of the sword. Stimulated by the sudden thought that had just popped up in his mind, the sword spirit's originally slightly blurred human-shaped outline began to condense, and a delicate jade body with soft curves and relatively gentle undulations appeared before his eyes.

"Gan!"

Feng Qing'an took a look at this petite and delicate body and couldn't help cursing, because this was not actually to his liking. But just now when he suddenly discovered that the sword spirit could change its appearance according to his wishes, a random thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

"finish dressing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the newly born sword spirit with a bewildered look on its face, tilting its head to stare at Feng Qing'an. As another thought flashed through Feng Qing'an's mind, a look of sudden realization appeared on the petite and delicate sword spirit's palm-sized face, and it stretched out its hand and gently hooked it.

The blood pool, which had gradually calmed down, began to ripple again. Blood-colored threads flowed out from the blood pool, entwined around the naked body of the sword spirit, and weaved into a crimson palace skirt.

"..."

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

Because just as the random thought that flashed through his mind, the newborn sword spirit in front of him had golden hair, animal ears, a petite figure, and a tiger tail swinging back and forth behind it.

Under the gaze of the sword spirit with its innocent yet confused eyes, Feng Qing'an couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but it was probably because of the influence of the sword. The little sword spirit with clear and clean eyes had a seductive and evil aura, and was a bit charming.

"Amitabha, sin, sin."

Faced with the sword spirit that was born from his distracting thoughts, Feng Qing'an couldn't help but chant a Buddhist name like the monk, then turned around and walked away without stopping at all.

As if he was avoiding something, Feng Qing'an left the Demon-Suppressing Temple and went directly to the sixth floor of the Cave Heaven. He took a look at the Fiery Sun Tree, and after confirming that the sacred tree was in good growth condition, he prepared to leave. However, his face couldn't help but darken as soon as he raised his foot.

"master!"

A soft and charming voice sounded, and the artificial sound of kneading made Feng Qingan feel sick and his teeth ached.

In his sight, a petite girl with a charming and enchanting face was standing there with her hands behind her back. There were nine identical, delicate faces dotted with snake scales, all with flattering expressions.

Well, nine heads. Compared to humans, the young girl in her prime has nine identical heads on her delicate body. Her shoulders are too narrow to hold up so many heads at once, so the necks connecting these heads to the body are as long as snakes.

"..."

Faced with such a terrifying and strange existence, Feng Qing'an was silent for a moment, then he took a step back from the cave and appeared in front of the nine-headed girl. He raised his arm, clenched his five fingers into a fist, thunder and hurricane wrapped around his fist, and then, he punched down.

Boom——

Amidst the roar of thunder and the raging wind, the terrifying nine-headed girl exploded in an instant, turning into streams of air, and finally floating in the sky, turning into an appearance that Feng Qing'an was familiar with.

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

A head as big as a mountain hung down from the sky, with a tone of grievance and confusion. It clearly saw that the sword spirit, which was supposed to turn into the appearance of a tiger, turned into a half-demon girl in her prime due to the intervention of this master.

She looked obviously satisfied, so why was she treated like this after she turned into a half-demon girl? The old man didn't think much about it and punched it.

This is so unfair!
"That's enough, Jiu Ling. I am already very satisfied with your current appearance. There is no need to change into another appearance."

Feng Qing'an restrained his anger and tried his best to suppress it, repeatedly reminding himself in his heart not to show his emotions on the surface, and to maintain the ability to maintain his spirit without changing his expression even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.

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

"I'm warning you one last time. If you dare to look like that again, I will find a secret way to wipe you out."

Feng Qingan couldn't stand it any longer. He could understand that this guy wanted to figure out his thoughts and try every means to please him and win his favor, but why did he turn into such a scary ghost to block him after figuring out his thoughts?
This guy has been with humans for a long time. Which human would have such a weird hobby? Although his hobbies are broader, they definitely do not include such aliens. At least he should be like a human.

(End of this chapter)