The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 283 Like a God or a Demon
"No!"

The young sect leader, who had witnessed the protector being killed by Feng Qing'an's sword, had transformed from a ghost into a sinister young man and let out a loud roar of pain and despair.

He has special feelings for this protector who is hiding beside him at this moment and has no sense of existence most of the time. In his eyes, he is ten or a hundred times more important than his father, the sect leader.

"You die!"

The young man who was thrown into the air let out a roar full of murderous intent, which activated the secret treasure hidden in his body. A ray of spiritual light filled with deathly silence rushed out from above his head and turned into a palace emitting a cold and deathly aura, majestic and magnificent.

"what!"

Feng Qingan, who originally planned to stab this guy to death with a sword, raised his eyebrows and a smile suddenly appeared on his indifferent face.

"interesting!"

Feng Qing'an looked up and down at the palace, and saw hundreds of black stone sculptures of various sizes standing on its porch. They were human-shaped demons, ferocious beasts and birds. They had ferocious looks and hideous shapes, and were lifelike and daunting.

"die!"

As the young man, whose figure had stopped in mid-air, let out a hysterical roar, the eyes of the stone sculptures on the palace porch that exuded a cold and dead atmosphere began to light up with scarlet light one after another.

The greedy, malicious and murderous intent that was as heavy as a mountain and as violent as a tsunami all fell on Feng Qing'an at this moment, but the young man did not waver at all.

However, the ground where he was standing, with an area of ​​several hundred feet in radius, suddenly sank downwards, and was pressed down by nearly half a foot. The surging river suddenly surged back.

"That's it?"

The young man's expression became contemptuous. The young man who had revealed his long-hidden trump card suddenly became more hideous and distorted. His originally young face began to look old, and the black hair on his head began to turn gray.

His vitality was rapidly fading away, or he was sacrificing his own lifespan. As a price, the hundreds of black stone statues that had already opened their eyes began to twist their bodies, gaining the texture of flesh and blood, emitting sharp and piercing roars, and pounced down from the palace portico.

"Not bad, but it's a shame it's a hidden gem."

Seeing the evil black stone beast gathered into a dark cloud and pounced towards him, Feng Qing'an even had the leisure to comment on it, because there was a vast Buddhist light pouring out of his body, and a treasure tower rose up and appeared above his head.

Om! Ma! Ni! Ba! Moo! Hum!
The majestic and mighty Buddha's sound rang out, and the numerous demons and monsters that rushed over were crushed to the ground by the Buddha's light before they could get close, just like swatting a fly, and they were unable to move. Many demons lost their flesh and blood texture and turned back into their original stone sculptures, lifeless, and some even had cracks appearing.

"More gently."

Seeing the stone sculptures that actually had signs of cracks, Feng Qing'an immediately let out a shout.

Each stone statue is a special magical tool. It can be activated by inputting magic power or other powers, such as vitality and longevity.

The stone sculptures that came to life in front of them were not in their best condition, because the young sect leader simply did not have the ability to summon so many stone statues.

He only overdrew his own life force to barely revive them. As for their fighting power, one could tell by looking at those that were crushed on the beach and unable to move.

It looks scary, but is actually useless. However, this is because the Seven Treasures Golden Pagoda is a precious Buddhist weapon. According to the classification of the Xuanzong of Taoism, it is a kind of immortal weapon.

However, from Feng Qing'an's perspective, this palace is actually not bad, because it cannot be simply divided into magical instruments or immortal instruments. It is a huge structure composed of a variety of special magical instruments whose number is currently unknown.

These awakened stone sculptures of demons are only a part of it, and seemingly the most insignificant part. It is not clear what other arrangements are made inside the palace, but if it is like this outside the door, it must not be much different inside.

I don’t know where this guy got it from, but it doesn’t matter anymore, because from today on, this palace will be named after him.

hum!
The Seven Treasures Golden Pagoda trembled slightly, and the originally huge and bright Buddhist artifact suddenly became much smaller, and the cracks that were spreading on the stone statue stopped immediately.

"Do you have any other means?"

Feng Qing'an looked at the stunned young man. At this moment, the young leader of the Yinhun Sect had a head full of white hair and wrinkles on his face.

Although no one knew what means he was using to slowly recover his vitality, it was obviously not something that could be recovered in a short period of time. Just by mobilizing the demons, ghosts, birds and beasts in front of the palace gate, he was almost drained dry.

"If not, I will gladly accept this palace."

Although this palace looks gloomy and not suitable for human use, it fits in with the style of the Netherworld. Feng Qingan thinks it would be a good gift for Donghuang, and thinks she will like it.

"You are just relying on magical weapons and treasures. What ability do you have? If I had the same background as you, I would definitely not be any worse than you. How can you be with Nanbei?"

Seeing that the means he had used after hiding for a long time and even paying a heavy price were instantly suppressed by the other party with a Buddhist treasure, the young master could not help himself and his heart of Taoism exploded.

He didn't practice the orthodox Taoism, so it was easy for him to go astray and fall into evil ways. However, he had always been cautious, and he was also very talented, so no matter what he did, there was always someone to look after him. So everything went smoothly for him.

But since he met the ghost girl, everything has changed. When they first met, the guardian and the elder who accompanied him advised him not to act rashly, and he followed their advice.

But now, he just wanted to see the girl a second time, and didn't even plan to do anything, but what he met was a human boy.

The mark left on the ghost girl by the Qianyou Xunying Compass appeared on the young man. If someone said that there was no connection between the two, he would never believe it. It was precisely because of this that his Tao heart was unbalanced.

However, when he tried to use his magical powers to interrogate the other party, he found that he was inferior to the other party in every way. Even the protector arranged by the sect could not withstand the sword that the other party took out casually, and his long-hidden trump card was suppressed by the other party.

In extreme despair, he could only vent his anger by saying things that he himself found extremely ridiculous. In terms of background, he was already better than many people, but now he was just being compared to others and said such childish words.

"Is that so? So you are very unconvinced. In that case, then come over here!"

Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and waved it lightly. The seven-treasure golden pagoda hanging above his head immediately flew out as he wished and landed above the palace that exuded a cold and dead atmosphere, suppressing it directly and preventing it from making any unusual movements.

"I don't like you very much either. It would be too easy for you to be killed with one sword. How about you be beaten to death by my fist?"

As he spoke, Feng Qing'an put away the Xunfeng Sword he had just taken out. At this moment, he was bare-handed, with only a trace of white clothes with green scales faintly visible on it. He looked gentle and elegant, but also so fragile.

"Kill me with your fists?"

The young man, who was originally extremely depressed and desperate, saw the two attendant elders who were almost running away, and originally planned to use some means to take the opportunity to escape. However, when he heard these words, he couldn't help but reveal an extremely distorted smile of joy on his face.

"It suits me very well!"

"Then come and die!"

Feng Qing'an stepped forward, and the gentle breeze flowed under his feet, allowing him to walk on the river water flowing around him as if it were flat ground. "You don't use magic weapons?"

The young master, who was extremely confident in his own body and physique, remained somewhat alert at this moment, but there was also a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

The wind and rain stopped and he felt he was fine again.

"No need."

"I can rest assured that."

I don’t know if he had something to rely on, or if he really believed what Feng Qingan said, but the young sect leader let out an extremely excited roar.

In just a few breaths, his original human body returned to its original youthful appearance. The vitality that came from nowhere caused his body to twist again, and it turned into a demon body wearing armor, with horns sticking out, bat wings spread out, and a scorpion tail swinging, which was ten feet long.

"Come on, kill me with your fists!"

"as you wish."

The corners of Feng Qing'an's mouth also cracked, with a bloodthirsty look, and the blue soul flame surged in his body.

oooo~
A densely-haired, majestic and powerful grey wolf appeared behind him. The huge and majestic body as big as a mountain made the swooping demons pause for a moment, and then they watched helplessly as the uncertain grey wolf pounced into the young man's body.

The young man was originally tall and slender, but his body, which seemed too small compared to the monster, suddenly swelled up and turned into tangible demonic energy, rising from his body into the sky and turning into a tornado, wreaking havoc between heaven and earth.

"What the hell are you?"

The ferocious demon looked at Feng Qingan in a somewhat incomprehensible way. This was obviously the method of the evil demon. However, he had seen before that this young man had the purest human bloodline and even had immortal spirit energy. Why would such a person be contaminated with the power of the evil demon? It was simply cutting off his own path.

"A dying person doesn't need to know too much."

Feng Qing'an, a man with a wolf's head and a god-like body, opened his mouth to reveal his sharp white fangs. A strong wind emerged from the void and wrapped around his body, making his thick hair dance.

"come over!"

The clear eyes, as blue as the sky, reflected the figure of the evil demon. Feng Qing'an stretched out five fingers and gently grabbed him. The raging wind in the sky followed his wishes and turned into an invisible palm, restraining the body of the demon, forcing the demon to move closer to him involuntarily.

"Wind control?! I can do that, too."

Feeling the wind wrapping around his limbs and wings, the young sect leader revealed a ferocious smile. In the Transcendent Realm, he practiced a talisman for controlling the wind, which was evolved from a famous dragon magical power.

Small Zhoutian Blue Dragon Breathing Wind Technique!

However, when he activated his magical talismans and tried to gain control of the wind in the sky, an incomparable backlash force surged like a tsunami.

Click!

In the Dantian Qi Sea, the magical talisman that he had painstakingly refined for a long time suddenly appeared a crack. His Taoist foundation, which he was so proud of, was also broken.

Phew~
The young sect leader, who had finally mustered up the strength to fight Feng Qing'an and gain some psychological comfort, suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of smelly black blood, and the expression on his face became even more distorted because of disbelief.

"This is impossible."

He had certainly heard of the backlash of supernatural powers. A higher level of supernatural power could crush all similar powers below it, but the supernatural power he had cultivated was not the fragmentary power cobbled together by those casual cultivators.

This was evolved from the magical power of the dragon clan. Only a real dragon could cause him to suffer such a backlash. Could it be that the young man in front of him, who looked like a human, was actually a real dragon cub?

This is absolutely impossible!
"What's impossible?"

Just as the demon was angry and confused, the fist wrapped in thunder and fire, and surrounded by strong winds, had already fallen on the demon who was coughing up blood.

The strong wind was as sharp as thousands of knives. The moment it touched the demon's flesh and blood, the flesh and blood splattered and the bones broke. The thunder flashed blindingly, like a punishment from heaven, which made the flesh and blood evaporate and the bones turn into carbon.

Amid the howling wind and roaring thunder, large chunks of flesh and blood were instantly destroyed, and broken bones and charred charred objects flew through the air, dripping like a drizzle.

With just one punch, Feng Qing'an knocked off half of the body of the young sect leader who had transformed into a demon in front of him. One of his arms, which was still covered with armor, flew out along with the arm. This was because this guy dodged in time, otherwise this punch would have created a hole in his chest that went all the way through.

"Roar!"

The body that had finally recovered was crippled in the blink of an eye. The intense pain caused the demon to roar in agony.

But what made him feel most uncomfortable was that the blue flame that seemed not to hurt his flesh and blood was burning his soul, which was more painful than the wounds to his flesh and blood.

"Youlang! Are you a half-demon?!"

"You want to guess what I am? But if you guess wrong, you will die!"

Feng Qing'an saw that this guy was still able to be distracted, so he rushed forward and punched down with fists wrapped in lightning and fire. Every time a punch landed, large pieces of broken flesh and bones flew everywhere, causing the demon to scream in pain.

"Too weak, really too weak!"

The demon was not being attacked unilaterally. His sharp claws and even the scorpion tail behind him could also fall on Feng Qing'an's body. However, before they could touch Feng Qing'an's flesh and blood, layers of green scales emerged and sparks flew, causing him to return in vain.

Feng Qing'an was somewhat addicted to the close combat and the feeling of punching each other fleshly. He grinned, stepped on the strong wind, wrapped the thunder and soul fire around his arms, and used wild and powerful moves, forcing the demon to dodge again and again, and its power of resistance became weaker and weaker.

It's true that he didn't practice martial arts, and he hadn't even practiced boxing much, but it didn't matter, because he had a psychic armor that made him addicted to martial arts.

Even though Minglong could not use all the martial arts boxing techniques he learned, he was able to learn about 70% of them, which is equivalent to learning them.

At this moment, he performed a boxing technique that Minglong had practiced before. Heishan, who was already half a step away from becoming a demon king, had tremendous demonic power, which he supplied continuously and without reservation.

Feng Qingan fought heartily and happily, and every time he landed a punch, blood and flesh flew everywhere. The armor on the young master's body was like a decoration, becoming tattered and useless.

"you……"

The demon looked at the green-scale armor on Feng Qingan's body and felt bitter because Feng Qingan didn't give him a chance to speak.

(End of this chapter)