The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 282: To cut the grass, we need to get rid of the root.

"Master, if we think of other ways, this is really a bit risky."

The earnest voice of the cave spirit rang beside Feng Qing'an's ears, but Feng Qing'an ignored it. He wanted to see what kind of monster dared to target Nan Ge and offend him?

"Do you think a group of evil monks who associate with ghosts and monsters can hurt me?"

Feng Qingan sneered and said that if it was the Taoist Xuan Sect, or the Mahayana Buddhist Temple, that had set their sights on Nan Ge, he would go directly to Donghuang without thinking twice.

However, the ones who targeted Nan Ge were a group of unorthodox practitioners who enslaved ghosts and monsters and used them to fight. He could tell what these cultivators would do when they appeared in the chaotic Qi State.

In that case, there is nothing to be afraid of. No matter what level of cultivation the other party has, in his eyes, they are all small fry. Once they meet him, their fate will not be much better than that of the evil gods who were killed by his sword.

"Even if that's the case, Master, there's no need for you to put that mark on yourself. If you stand here now, you will definitely be targeted by them."

"Just to my liking."

When Feng Qing'an heard these words, there was no sadness on his face, but a smile appeared on his face. However, the murderous intent that had been suppressed for a long time had been accumulated in his eyes, and it would burst out as soon as he found an opportunity.

"master……"

"Shut up."

Feng Qing'an didn't have the patience to listen any further. He stretched out his hand and gently wiped it. The cave exit that appeared beside him disappeared into nothingness. Along with it, the incessant noisy chattering of the cave spirit also disappeared.

Feng Qing'an was all alone at the moment, without any beastly control by his side. However, as the Lord of Heavenly Beasts, it didn't matter to him whether the beastly control was by his side or not.

The existence of the Soul Contract allows him to ignore spatial distance and borrow strength. This is an exquisite mystery that even Donghuang was amazed at. It also makes the Beastmaster look alone and easy to bully, but in fact he is connected to many powerful beings and can turn from a weak and dependable person into a hideous and terrifying monster at any time.

Feng Qing'an walked out of the cave and appeared in the place where he killed an evil water god, which was by the river.

Looking at the waves surging past in front of him, there seemed to be a faint scent of blood lingering in the river bay, but Feng Qing'an was looking at the sky in the distance where faint gray clouds were floating.

Just as the spirit of the cave said, the moment he walked out of the cave, he was quickly locked with the mark. The throbbing feeling that gradually became stronger in the dark told him that something that could pose a threat to him was approaching him.

boom!
In the direction Feng Qing'an was looking at, a dark blue light was like a sharp sword, tearing the clouds floating in the sky into two in an instant. A cone-shaped hole was spreading, and then quickly spread to both sides, pushing the clouds away, and the sky was empty.

“North and South!”

An excited shout rang out, echoing over the river, but soon the voice changed, filled with anger, containing a brutality and murderous intent that was about to burst out.

"Who are you? Where is Nanbei?"

"..."

Feng Qing'an glanced at the armored ghost about ten feet tall in front of him. He had an expressionless and indifferent look. He just glanced at the noisy guy and then looked at the nothingness behind him.

"Bastard!"

The Yin Ling girl that he had been thinking about, the foundation for enlightenment, turned into a young man in white with handsome features, masculine appearance, and inner beauty, and he was also a human. This was too different from what he had imagined, and the young leader of the Yin Hun Sect found it hard to accept it.

The young sect master, who had already used his physical powers to transform into a ghost, had an even more violent and violent temperament than when he was a human. How could he endure being despised by a young man from the Human Race?

With a roar, the body that was originally only about ten feet tall suddenly expanded continuously, and soon turned into a giant, sturdy and strong demon body of five feet, like a tower. Looking down, Feng Qing'an seemed even smaller in comparison. It was terrifying, and the air was heavy enough to suffocate.

"I want to see what you are!?"

The demon's body was still expanding and growing rapidly, and at this moment it was like a ghost nest. Dozens or hundreds of evil ghosts swarmed out from his body and entangled in his ghost claws that were stretched out towards Feng Qing'an.

This monster could no longer be identified as a human, a ghost, or some other demon. Even in its madness, it still retained a certain degree of rationality. In his eyes, Feng Qingan's existence was too weird and simply incomprehensible.

Even though he acted subconsciously, he was only testing the waters, not touching Feng Qing'an with his true body.

When Feng Qing'an saw this ghostly fellow, he reached out and took out the weakest sword in his hand - the Qingshen Sword. He injected the power of the flaming sun into it, raised the sword tip, swung the sword down, and the flaming dragon sword energy roared out.

"Young Master, be careful."

In the void that Feng Qing'an was looking at just now, a figure in black armor suddenly jumped out and pulled the tower-like ghost in front of him backwards, allowing him to avoid the flaming dragon sword energy that was just emitted with light and made the ghost wrapped around his body howl.

But even so, the sword energy that swept across the sky like a blazing sun cut off a giant claw at its root, and also caused the hundreds of evil spirits entangled in it to howl in despair, and then they were destroyed.

"you!"

Just by trying, he lost one of his arms. The intense pain made the ghost's face extremely distorted. He stared at Feng Qingan, and even materialized green ghost fire gushed out of his eyes.

He never expected this kind of result. His Greatly Accomplished Green Ghost Battle Body, which had just been praised by the two elders, ended up having his arm chopped off as soon as he came into contact with someone.

If his protector had not appeared in time, he might have lost more than just an arm, and his entire body might have been cut in half by the sword.

If this was the case, then he would be so frustrated, because this attracted the envy of many disciples, and even the elders would praise Youjia's Mahayana Green Ghost Battle Body, but it was just a magical power he displayed on the surface. He still had hidden magical powers and magic weapons that were even more powerful than this in secret.

He had so many hidden tricks, but he was hacked to death without using any of them. Even as a ghost, he probably won't be able to rest in peace in the underworld.

"Young Master, don't be impulsive."

The voice of the protector sounded beside his ears. This protector, who usually remained silent and even had no sense of existence, now stared at Feng Qingan with an extremely serious expression.

Because he couldn't see Feng Qing'an's true colors at all, this was an existence beyond his cognition. At first glance, he seemed to be a lively and vigorous young man of the human race. Upon closer inspection, he could see that he actually had immortal energy and hidden Taoist bones. However, after a careful inspection, he found that the boy's body was empty, and he didn't have any cultivation at all, as if he had not practiced at all.

Such a result naturally made the black-armored bodyguard dare not act rashly, because he felt that what he saw was all what others wanted him to see. In fact, he didn't even know the details of others.

The opponent's performance just now and the sword he swung undoubtedly proved his guess. The opponent did not take the young master seriously at all, and had discovered his existence from the very beginning. The secret method of escaping into the void that he had practiced all his life was of no use in front of the opponent.

As for the Green Ghost Battle Body that the young sect master practiced, it was a joke in front of the other party. If he had not pulled it in time just now, this immortal figure who had already been recognized by the ancestors of the sect would have been struck to death.

"What is your relationship with Nanbei?"

A burning pain came from the broken arm, penetrating deep into the bone marrow and even causing his soul to twitch, making the Yinhun Sect's young master realize that the young man in front of him had an extraordinary origin. But even so, he was unwilling to give up.

That is his foundation for becoming an immortal!

How could he let it go? Once he missed it, he might never meet it again in his entire life. In his lifetime, he could not even compare to the ancestors, and it would be good enough for him to touch the threshold of the human immortal.

"Nanbei? You dare to chase after me without even knowing my real name. Who gave you the courage?"

Feng Qing'an then looked at the monster whose broken arm had begun to regenerate, but his expression was filled with undisguised contempt.

Instead of being a good person, he transformed his true form into a monster.

[Race: Blue Ghost]

[Attributes: Yin, Spirit, Beast]

[Potential Level: King·Superior]

[Combat Power Level: Lord·Superior]

According to the system's identification standards, the guy in front of him is no longer a human, but an alien that can be contracted. Of course, with Feng Qingan's current vision, he naturally looks down on this kind of thing. He just thinks it's ridiculous.

"I know this isn't her real name, but it doesn't matter. I just want to know what your relationship with her is, and where is she now?"

The young sect leader who was cut into half by a sword still had no intention of retreating at this moment. He stared at Feng Qingan and made futile efforts.

That was when he tried to interrogate Feng Qing'an, two white-haired old men also chased after him, and the aura emanating from them made Feng Qing'an look sideways slightly, but after sensing it carefully, he no longer looked at them.

Xuanmen monks, in the Yuandan realm, are divided into nine grades according to the quality of the Yuandan they form. Among them, those who have formed the top three grades of Yuandan can be called Jindan Zhenren, because they can step into the next level with their own abilities.

The cultivators of the middle third grade can also be called Yuandan great cultivators. If they have the right opportunity, they can also break into the Dongxuan realm. However, such opportunities are one in ten thousand.

The vast majority of middle-third-grade Yuandan cultivators can only die of old age in this realm, without any hope of becoming immortals. As for the lower-third-grade ones, it goes without saying even more.

The lower three grades of Yuandan cultivators are also called Zadan cultivators. The status of this kind of cultivator is even lower than that of those Transcendent Realm cultivators with outstanding talents.

The reason for this is that some lower third-grade Yuandan are purely condensed by force through unconventional means such as blood sacrifice or refining spiritual objects. The combat power of such cultivators is just like their status.

Just like the two old men rushing over in front of him, Feng Qing'an could tell through their mixed aura at just one glance that they were lower third-grade Yuandan cultivators.

"Young Sect Master."

Before Feng Qing'an opened his mouth to speak, the black-armored protector's expression changed drastically. The extreme sense of danger stimulated his soul. The boy who originally looked ordinary had turned into a prehistoric beast in his eyes.

"Walk."

This time, the black-armored protector did not discuss anything with the young sect master. He stretched out his hand and spun out a black gas, which turned into an iron chain, hooked the ghost's figure, and swung it behind him. He then shook his body and turned into a ghost general wearing black armor, and rushed towards the sword that Feng Qing'an had raised again and swung down.

Nourishing~
A sharp and piercing sound of metal friction was heard. To Feng Qing'an, the Qingshen Sword, which was no different from a divine weapon, finally revealed its weakness at this moment. After all, it was just the fangs that fell off from the mountain god's transformation.

Bullying some small demons and ghosts is easy, but when dealing with a guy like the one in front of him who is both powerful and famous, the seemingly magnificent sword light can't even break the opponent's armor.

"Sir, my young master has been practicing martial arts and has lost his mind. His words may have offended me. Please forgive me and don't blame me. I will take the young master away and will not bother you again."

Seeing that the armor on his body blocked the sword light, although he also felt the pain of the scorching sun sword energy that wanted to burn everything, he still held on. This gave the black-armored protector some confidence to negotiate with the other party in an instant, but after opening his mouth, he gave in.

He was really unsure because of the other party's leisurely and indifferent demeanor he maintained throughout.

Even now, he couldn't see the opponent's origin and background. The two swords he swung out casually seemed more like he did it casually, and the opponent was not serious at all.

"Insane? Then lock him up. If you cause trouble, you can't just say a few words and let it go."

Feng Qing'an put away Qingshen and drew out Xunfeng Sword. He swung the sword and cut down the black-armored protector who suddenly looked desperate.

Yin~
A clear dragon roar was heard, and a green dragon roared out from the sword's edge, engulfing the black-armored figure in an instant. The sharp edge of the divine weapon tore the armor on his body, which was engraved with a scene of a hundred demons parading at night, into metal fragments flying all over the sky in an instant.

"How dare you do this? We are from the Yinhun Sect, and this is the next Sect Master appointed by our sect's ancestor!"

The two elders who had chased after them were almost terrified when they saw the young man in white clothes and holding the dragon sword, who disabled the specially arranged protector with just two sword strikes.

However, at this moment they still did not forget their duties. While running away, they shouted out the background of the young master in the hope of intimidating the other party.

"To cut the grass, we must eradicate its roots. Ghost Sect, I've made a note of that."

(End of this chapter)