The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 284: The Demon Sees the Soul and Plunders the Foundation

tearing~
It sounded like cloth being torn, but actually it was the sound of flesh and skin being torn. A being with a wolf's head and a human body, who looked like a god or devil descended to the earth, held a thunder spear that had already turned into substance in his hand, and lifted a demon, of which only half of its body was left, into the air.

"Isn't this possible?"

Even the wolf's head, which was covered in thick hair, showed a very human look of disappointment. He glanced at the demon's empty lower body, which had no growth potential, then looked at its bare shoulders, and looked at the wing that was left on one side. He could not help but sigh.

“It’s a little asymmetrical.”

As he spoke, Feng Qing'an reached out and forcibly tore off the remaining wing on one side, tearing off a large piece of flesh on the back. Despite such a tragic injury, the wound bled, but only a few strands of black and red liquid seeped out, and no fresh blood gushed out at all, because the demon's blood was almost drained.

"It looks much better this way."

Looking at the young sect master who had only a head and most of the torso left in front of him, and the dying demon with only half a breath left, Feng Qingan nodded with satisfaction.

He had fulfilled his promise and blew the man to pieces with his fists. This was the fate that the guy who coveted Nan Ge deserved. Killing him with just one sword would have been too easy for him.

"This, no..."

boom--

Before he could finish his words, the lightning spear that pierced the demon's chest suddenly exploded, tearing the remaining body of the demon, which was already barely alive and had only one breath left, into pieces and turned into pitch-black charcoal.

But this is not the end. For mortals, the destruction of the body means the end of life, but for monks, this is just the beginning of another path, or perhaps the beginning of falling into purgatory, just like at this moment.

Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and scooped out a human-shaped soul that looked 50% similar to the young sect master.

However, this soul has many parts that do not belong to the human race. Horns, bat wings and scorpion tail, it looks like a half-human, half-demon. The nature of his soul has changed, and it is precisely because of this that he is judged not to belong to the human race.

"This is not fair!"

The eyes of the young master of the Yinhun sect, whose soul was extracted by Feng Qing'an, were full of resentment and hatred. He stared with extreme unwillingness at the dragon robe on Feng Qing'an's body, which had gradually disappeared and turned into a white robe again.

If it was a pure close combat, where his skills were inferior to his opponent's and his supernatural powers were suppressed, then he would accept defeat sincerely and would have nothing to say. However, after the real fight, he could not even touch the opponent's body.

That damn white robe would turn into scales at the critical moment to block his claws. Even if he tried his best and even broke his claws, he would not be able to pierce that thin layer of dragon scales.

It is precisely for this reason that this seemingly fair and just fight is purely a one-sided beating, or even a massacre. It is an unjust war.

Even if his soul was sucked out, he would still roar loudly to vent his unwillingness and dissatisfaction.

"What's unfair about that? I could have killed you with one blow of my sword, but instead I let you enjoy the process of being beaten to death by me."

Feng Qing'an glanced at the soul in his hand that was still unwilling to cry out. The blue soul fire flowed down his palm, burning the soul full of resentment, making a sizzling sound.

The young master's soul immediately struggled and wailed, and his soul body began to become twisted. He could no longer bear the pain of the soul burning, and could not help but scream and beg for mercy.

"I am no longer a threat to you. Please spare my soul."

"If I could be reincarnated, I would like to be your lackey."

The young master was really terrified at this moment. For a cultivator, the end of one life does not mean a complete end. As long as the true spirit is still there, there is still a chance to reincarnate.

Although there are still many debates in the cultivation world, even if the true soul is unique, but if a creature loses the memory of the previous life and is reincarnated again, can it really be considered the original existence?

The young master didn't care what other cultivators thought, but he believed that the true spirit was the only one, and as long as the soul had not been scattered, there would be a chance to start over even if it was reincarnated.

If one day, his cultivation level in the next life reaches the highest level and he regains all the memories of his previous life, then he can be considered to have been resurrected in an alternative way.

But once his soul is scattered and his true spirit is destroyed, then his only hope will be gone. Even if the possibility of this hope appearing is extremely small, almost zero, it is still a glimmer of hope after all.

"I won't accept a lackey like you."

Hearing this guy abandon all dignity and scruples and beg for mercy in extreme despair, Feng Qingan couldn't help laughing. The young man, who had already vented his anger, now looked lazy and relaxed.

"Come on, look me in the eyes."

Even though he knew something was wrong and even his soul was trembling unconsciously, the young sect master, whose physical body had been blown up, had no power to resist. He couldn't help but look at Feng Qing'an's eyes, which had turned completely black in silence.

Those deep pupils were like the endless darkness or the bottomless abyss. Just one glance at them would cause the soul to be deeply trapped in them, unable to extricate itself.

In fact, it was exactly because of this that the soul of the young master of the Yinhun Sect became dull and lifeless at this moment, and he no longer had any resentment or unwillingness. After all, even all the emotional reactions such as the seven emotions and six desires were deprived and erased, so how could he have any reaction?

"Found it, it's here."

Feng Qing'an, who had mobilized the power of the devil, unscrupulously flipped through all the memories held by the soul in front of him. He originally wanted to find the force behind this guy. If possible, he would annihilate it together with the rest.

After all, if you don't remove the roots of the grass, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows. In order to be able to calm down when practicing and not have to worry about random things, Feng Qing'an thinks it is better to nip any signs of danger in the bud.

In order to avoid causing trouble to his future self, even if the possibility of the Yinhun Sect's revenge on him is extremely low since they can't find him after all, he should still be decisive and act quickly so as not to leave any hidden dangers.

Although he wanted to wipe out the root of the problem, Feng Qing'an gradually became obsessed with the soul memory of this guy, and even became more and more excited the more he watched.

Because what he saw was not only the various information about the Yinhun Sect, but also the entire cultivation process of this young sect master from the beginning of his cultivation to when he was beaten to death by him.

The magical secrets he mastered, the experience and insights he gained from practicing, everything was in front of him, or in other words, in front of this beastmaster who had borrowed the power of the devil, there was no secret at all.

Even though his soul had been protected by a secret technique, unfortunately, even this secret technique, which could prevent the spying of cultivators at a higher level, could not block the gaze of the demon.

Because even the immortals who created the secrets would not deliberately guard against the demons. Even if the demons obtained the secrets and magical powers of the human race, they would have no use for them and would not be interested in them. Moreover, if the demons intersected with creatures other than them, there would be only two results: either you die or I die - no existence could coexist with the demons.

"The power of the devil is truly terrifying!"

Feng Qing'an held the soul of a cultivator who had merely cultivated to the Transcendent Realm in his hand and stood above the river for three days and three nights. Until the golden red sun rose again from the mountains, emitting infinite light, he dispersed the power of the devil with a lingering feeling and expressed his heartfelt emotion.

At this moment, he had a kind of confidence. If he practiced the "Six Yin Netherworld Immortal Scripture", which was the fundamental inheritance of the Yinhun Sect, he would only need one year to reach the realm of the young sect master, and he could even do better than him.

After all, with his physical condition and all the experience in cultivation, if he still can't be stronger than this guy, he might as well find a piece of beach to bury himself to avoid embarrassing himself.

Having obtained all the cultivation memories of a genius cultivator, as well as the magical powers and secret techniques he mastered, Feng Qing'an now even has the confidence to condense a first-grade golden elixir. However, he cannot be 100% sure, only half, about 50%.

But even so, Feng Qing'an was not in a hurry, because he found that he seemed to have found a shortcut to the great way - based on the power of the heavenly demon, he could spy on and obtain the cultivation experience of other cultivators, and even the magical powers and secrets they mastered. He could gather all the methods to achieve the Tao.

"Don't be anxious or impatient."

Feng Qing'an suddenly realized the magical effect of the power of the devil. He quickly calmed his mind and did not let himself be obsessed with it. He even gave up the idea of ​​capturing a few more monks and reading their soul memories.

It is definitely not a good choice to pry into other people's memories unscrupulously, especially the memories of great monks whose life experience is dozens or hundreds of times that of your own.

Considering his current age, if he suddenly obtained all the memories of a 500-year-old Yuandan cultivator, it would definitely not be a blessing, but even a terrible disaster.

Compared with a cultivator who has lived for hundreds of years, his life experience is too short. His original emotions and desires, and even his understanding of the world, are distorted because of this.

"Those evil geniuses with great luck should be my targets."

Feng Qing'an reached out and patted his cheek, repeatedly reminding himself not to abuse the power of the devil.

This time, the young master of the Yinhun Sect allowed him to experience the wonders of the power of the devil for the first time. The years he has lived in the world are enough for an ordinary mortal to live out his life.

About sixty years old, sixty years old, is the end of old age for mortals, but for a cultivator who has already entered the realm of transcendence, it is simply too young.

However, even so, the messy life memories of this extremely "young" genius cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation also caused a certain impact on Feng Qingan, and he needed some time to get rid of such influence.

It's because the years he has lived are too short and the things he has experienced are too few. It's easy to get into trouble if he always snoops into other people's memories.

"Shangzhang Palace."

Feng Qing'an, who had recovered a little, looked at the dark palace that was still suppressed by the Seven Treasures Golden Pagoda. After reading the memory of the young sect master, he also knew the origin of this palace.

This was discovered by the young sect leader when he accidentally entered an unknown secret realm of a dilapidated sect. It was one of his greatest gains and also his biggest trump card. Unfortunately, he met Feng Qing'an and it became useless to him and even became a wedding dress.

This palace is named Shangzhang. Just as Feng Qing'an had judged at the beginning, it is a palace composed of thousands of magic weapons and instruments. Its function and positioning is to be a flying boat for crossing the sea. It was once responsible for escorting a group of monks traveling between the two continents.

When Feng Qing'an learned this, he was a little surprised, and then he understood.

The sea-crossing flying boat is just a vague concept. What is used is not necessarily a long shuttle-shaped flying boat. Any magical instrument structure that can sail across the sea and carry more than a thousand people at a time can be called a sea-crossing flying boat.

"Shang Zhang, come here!"

Feng Qing'an put away the Seven Treasures Golden Pagoda, pinched his fingers to form a spell, summoned this huge and majestic palace over, and stuffed it into the cave without any hesitation.

This thing is not driven by a single person at all. The mana it consumes should be provided by a group of cultivators, or it should be something like spiritual stones and spiritual objects that can be prepared to form crystals of spiritual energy that can output stably.

The young sect leader was extremely selfish, even conceited, and after obtaining such a huge object, he did not take it out and give it to the sect, but chose to keep it for himself. Facing a powerful enemy, he even tried to activate the defense of this palace by himself.

The current situation has nothing to do with this. It was purely because of greed that he provoked the wrong people.

"The Yinhun Sect, three human immortals?"

Feng Qing'an's figure was speeding in the air, and during the flight, his figure, appearance, and even his aura began to undergo subtle changes.

"We need to plan carefully."

Because what he wanted to eradicate was a sect ruled by three human immortals, Feng Qing'an also informed Donghuang of this matter in advance and did not intend to take on everything alone. After Donghuang learned about this, his response was also very simple and straightforward.

"kill!"

"Let me try it first."

When the two men were discussing and making the decision, the fate of the Yinhun Sect was already determined, but Feng Qingan wanted to intervene a little in how the process would develop.

The power of the devil is not only able to spy on memories and obtain secrets, but also can arouse people's seven emotions and six desires, amplifying many extreme emotions including greed, anger, murderous intent, etc. to the extreme, turning originally normal people into crazy people.

This is the real horror of the demonic power!

"If I can't do it, you can use the Phoenix Extreme Shocking World Bell to cross the world and come here."

Although he wanted to test out the magical effects of the power of the devil, Feng Qingan was also prepared for the possibility of failure to ensure that everything was foolproof.

"Can!"

Dong Huang agreed with Feng Qing'an's approach. As long as she sensed that Feng Qing'an was in danger, she would tear the void and descend directly.

The power of the inherited Taoist weapon is enough to wipe out human immortals even if they are separated by a realm. Although at her current level, it costs a lot to activate the Phoenix Extreme World-shaking Bell and unleash such power, but since it involves her sister, there is no need to care about it.

(End of this chapter)