The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 298: Demon Subduing Sword Formation, King's Endorsement

"When you return from reincarnation, the Yinhun Sect will have become history!"

Faintly, he could see the light of the true spirit escaping into the void and being swallowed up by the laws of the dark. Feng Qingan touched his chin and couldn't help but complain.
"You'd better go where it's cool. I hope you'll be reborn as an insect in your next life, and be eaten by birds every day!"

Feng Qing'an uttered a curse casually, and then looked at the corpse of the ferocious bird that was gradually withering and shriveling in the blood-red sword light. The blood, energy and spirit in it were being divided up by the thirty-six demon-subduing swords.

When the corpse of the ferocious bird, which was larger than a mountain hundreds of feet high, fell to the ground from the sky, it had already become a piece of waste that was no longer of any use. The moment it touched the mountain, not only did it not collapse the broken mountain, but it broke into pieces and shattered into debris on the ground.

This was because even the vital energy contained in the bones had been drained away. The thirty-six demon-subduing swords were now in a state of crying out for food, and had not met the original expectations of Donghuang.

Feng Qing'an simply used the blood of three human immortals who were no different from demons to bring forth all thirty-six blood swords. For this purpose, he even shed some blood. Otherwise, how could these swords be so spiritual and able to kill demons on their own.

"Rest for a while, then continue to kill the demons. Don't slack off!"

There was no need for Feng Qing'an to appear and urge them. The gloomy young man who had just instructed these cultivators to offer their true essence and magic power appeared again and ordered these cultivators in a condescending manner. Although these miscellaneous Dan cultivators were dissatisfied, they did not dare to disobey.

Because every blood sword spirit represents the will of their sect's three supreme elders - at least that's the case in their eyes. Even though the three supreme elders they knew were now in Feng Qing'an's cave, being treated like blood cows and having their blood squeezed out of them like crazy.

"Sir, we have been working non-stop for nearly three days to catch this vicious bird. Can you let us rest for a while?"

An elder who was nearly cut in half stepped forward. Although he did not want to offend these sword spirits, his current condition did not allow him to continue to kill demons and monsters.

"Practice? You guys are resting, but will the demons rest? Will they stop and wait for you? If they wait until you guys are rested, where can I find this blood food?"

The gloomy young man refused without even thinking, and even questioned in return. Feng Qingan didn't need to tell him these things, he knew what he needed to do at the moment.

Hunting down demons and plundering their spirits and blood was the common wish of their thirty-six demon-slaying swords.

However, as swords, although they are incredibly sharp, they have special killing power against those monsters.

But they still need human cultivators to urge them on. Unfortunately, their current sword master is at too low a level, so he can only let these people make do.

"Sir, we..."

"No need to say more. I will follow you and slaughter all the demons that harm the human race. You just need to provide your true energy and mana as you did just now!"

"This... is really great."

The elder, who had just witnessed with his own eyes the power of the sword formation in strangling the demon, was originally seriously injured and had already shown signs of dying. He was overjoyed and even a little carried away. He stretched out his hand to grasp the real sword in the body of the gloomy young man in front of him. However, before he could touch it, a flash of blood-red sword light appeared, and his arm was broken at the root, disintegrating into a ball of blood mist in the air.

what--

"What do you want to do?"

The gloomy young man sat on the ground expressionlessly looking at Elder Zadan who had lost an arm and was screaming in pain.

"Sir, didn't you just say that you wanted to follow us? I admire you very much and fell in love with you at first sight, so I want to bring you with me for my own safety."

"I told you that you should offer your magic power to me at the critical moment, not that you should use me as a sword. Do you think you are qualified to use me?"

The young man's calm words without any emotion made the elder's face turn red instantly, and then turned pale. He had to endure being humiliated by a sword even if he didn't want to.

Because this is an immortal sword, even if he judges it based on his own values, he subconsciously feels that the value of this sword is far more precious than his life.

"My Lords, will you really go with us?"

After taking a look at the elder whose face turned pale and blue, the elegant clan leader, holding a feather fan, looked at the thirty-six young men and women in front of him with a respectful attitude and asked.

"nature."

"Great!"

After hearing such a guarantee, the sect leader's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally felt relieved. The attitude of these sword spirits showed that the three supreme elders who ordered them to kill demons and eliminate evil were not ignoring them.

If this is the case, then he can rest assured. As for these miscellaneous dan elders, no matter how heavy the casualties are, it doesn't matter. They are nothing more than useless materials who can only form Yuandan with the help of spiritual objects.

As long as the realms of the three supreme elders can be improved and the sword formation can be restored to its peak state, any number of spiritual objects can be obtained.

In this world, only strength is the foundation for survival. He sees clearly that the most important thing in the Yinhun Sect is neither him, the Sect Master, nor the elders who work hard every day to teach and raise disciples.

Instead, it is the three supreme elders who basically don't care about the world and are devoted to practicing and seeking the truth. As long as they exist, the Yinhun Sect will exist forever. Even if there is only one sect leader left, the Yinhun Sect will still be fine.

But once they had problems, this seemingly prosperous sect would instantly dissipate and collapse overnight. Similar examples were countless in the world of immortal cultivation.

The collapse and destruction of many sects is due to the sudden death of one or more of the strongest monks in an accident. Of course, the holy places with true eternal heritage do not need to worry about such things at all, as they have immortal formations or Taoist weapons that can suppress their power.

"Tsk, I wonder how many will be left after this wave ends?"

Seeing the elders who were urged by the sword spirits to continue looking for the demon king to fight, Feng Qing'an couldn't help but mutter, with undisguised malice on his face.

After taking down the three supreme elders, he only needed a logical and legitimate reason to use the name of human immortal to control the entire sect to do his bidding.

Not only were the sect leader and elders driven out by him, but even the many disciples who were practicing in the mountains also went down the mountain in groups, entered the secular world, and slayed demons and eliminated monsters.

Among them, quite a few monks have committed many evil deeds. In order to pursue shortcuts in cultivation or to refine magical instruments, they have done many evil things. This time they are atonement for their sins.

"It's time to go and see how my wise king is doing!"

Looking at the dark lights and black air going away, Feng Qing'an withdrew his gaze. Although the Demon-Subduing Sword Formation was taken away with him, he was not worried that these swords with their own will and high intelligence would betray him.

They knew very well why they were born. Even though Feng Qing'an had not used the orthodox sword cultivation method to cultivate them, he could still sense the existence of these swords. As long as he had a thought, these guys would fly back from thousands of miles away.
When Feng Qing'an approached the area where he had released Chen Ping, a long and mighty dragon roar was heard, thunder sounded in the void, and endless golden light gathered from all directions, finally transforming into a golden-scaled dragon, shaking its head in the air, its golden eyes shining with divine light, filled with admiration.

"Incarnation of Incense?!"

Feng Qing'an was stunned when he saw the creature in front of him, whose size and even the smallest details were exactly the same as Minglong, but which had a winding dragon body that was hundreds of feet long.

He really didn't expect that after such a short period of time, the dragon fish, which looked like a loach when it was first born, not only completed the transformation from a fish to a dragon, but also had such a body size.

One has to admit that when the incense and fire gods have enough power, their promotion is so fast that no other system can match it. It is simply terrifying.

"This is too exaggerated!"

[Race: Incense God]

[Attributes: God, Dragon, Water, Thunder, Wind]

[Potential Level: King, Lower]

[Combat Power Level: King, Lower]

"My goodness, the avatar is stronger than the original body!"

Seeing the results of the appraisal, Feng Qingan couldn't help but complain, but this also made him completely convinced that the decision he made at the beginning was correct.

Such rapid growth also means that if you fall one day in the future, you will suffer unprecedented backlash. It is better to build up this strength bit by bit by yourself. Things that come too quickly will also go away quickly.

Yin~
A flash of golden lightning flashed across the sky, and when Feng Qing'an turned his head slightly, he saw a delicate and small yet majestic dragon head resting on his shoulder, raising its bright and dazzling dragon eyes to look at him.

"Not bad, it seems like you've been living a comfortable life lately."

Judging from the identification results, Minglong has hardly changed, but Feng Qingan can feel that the spiritual energy contained in it is becoming more vivid and active.

If it weren't for the lack of blood in this guy, he would really be no different from a living creature. Come to think of it, after all, he has raised an incarnation of the king level, how is it possible that he would not get any benefit at all?

Yin~
Hearing Feng Qingan's words, Minglong stretched out his little head and rubbed his cheek. The intimacy and joy in his expression were beyond words.

For Feng Qingen, they were only separated for a few short months, but for Minglong, this period of separation from his master accounted for a considerable proportion of his life course. Having experienced it once, he did not want to feel it a second time.

"You don't want to be apart from me? How are you going to stand on your own in the future?"

Feng Qingan, who could sense Minglong's thoughts, just found it funny, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he was the one who was more outrageous.
"Okay, you can follow me from now on. You are my armor anyway. It is indeed a bit awkward to have the armor separated from the body. As for this incarnation, let it stay here. What do you think?"

Yin~
Whatever the master says is what it is!
Minglong, who had been separated from Feng Qingan for a while, was very obedient to him. As for this Shinto incarnation, to be honest, it was a little fed up with it.

In order to maintain this incarnation of the God and ensure its strength, it must communicate with the secular human race. Even though most of the time it does not need to show up, or even do anything, it only needs to watch quietly, but the human race's bottomless desire still stunned it, and its young mind suffered a great shock.

If it could do it all over again and be given another chance to choose, it would definitely not choose to practice the Shinto secret technique. But now, it has already mastered it, it can't just give it up. Wouldn't that mean that all its hard work over the past few months would be wasted? It can't bear to do that.

"Let's go find Sen Miao!"

Feng Qing'an climbed onto the head of the sacred dragon. In an instant, dark clouds rolled in and thunder roared. There was no need for him to do it deliberately. Even though he was a king-level being without a physical body of flesh and blood, his every move and every breath could cause changes in the celestial phenomena.

"Not bad, but unfortunately, it's still too slow!"

When Feng Qing'an returned to the town again, he saw a well-ordered town. Although the atmosphere was extremely depressing and the streets were full of armored soldiers and patrolling guards, it also brought a sense of security that was completely different from anywhere else.

Feng Qing'an, who had witnessed all kinds of absurd and dilapidated scenes in troubled times, now strongly agrees that no matter how bad the order is, it is better than a chaotic world with no order.

"master."

The moment Feng Qing'an appeared above the town, the auspicious Qilin beast that had been waiting there suddenly showed up. The blue Qilin beast had changed a lot from when Feng Qing'an left.

Although she has not been promoted, her strength has been stabilized in this realm. Coupled with the special nature of her bloodline, she is almost the same as those veteran demon kings who have stayed in this realm for hundreds of years.

Of course, compared with the top demon king who can kill miscellaneous Dan monks at will, there is still a big gap. After all, Sen Miao's Qilin bloodline is not strong.

Her mother had the Qilin bloodline but it had not awakened, but she was lucky enough to meet Feng Qingan, which gave her such an opportunity and current achievements.

"how is it now?"

"Reporting to the Master..."

Sen Miao recounted in detail everything that the wise king named Chen Ping had done in the past. Any behavior that deviated from Feng Qing'an's expectations would be corrected, and what should and should not be done would all be done in accordance with Feng Qing'an's requirements.

"What do you think if I ask you to show up and endorse him as king?"

Feng Qingan listened patiently, then suddenly asked.

"master!"

Sen Miao was startled, and then hesitated.
"Is this appropriate?"

"What's inappropriate about that? Look at your current appearance, your demeanor, your temperament. You are more than qualified to be worshipped on the altar and sacrificed as a guardian beast of the country!"

"This is interfering with humanity..."

"I've intervened enough, so this isn't enough."

(End of this chapter)