The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 320 If you want to take a concubine, it can be the first choice

Wow~
A dark, gloomy iron lock with even spots of rust appeared in the hands of the slowly walking boy.

Immortal weapon, soul-catching lock!

"I was confused at first, Your Highness, are you mentally damaged? It turns out that Your Highness has a magical weapon in his hand. No wonder you dare to speak so arrogantly to me. But if Your Highness thinks that you can defeat me with the magical weapon, you can come in and try."

A sharp and piercing old voice sounded, echoing in the underground palace. A white lantern emitting an ominous red light floated out from the prison cell that had turned into a sea of ​​blood, and was then burned to ashes by the blazing fire spreading under Feng Qing'an's feet.

"Feng Daoyou, don't listen to this old ghost, don't be impulsive!"

Feng Qing'an, a living person who can move freely in the ghost country and even has a high status on the surface, has become the only hope for these geniuses to escape.

Although Feng Qing'an, who holds the magic weapon, seems to have the strength to fight, no one here, whether they know him or not, wants him to get into trouble.

"Feng Qing'an, calm down."

When Feng Qing'an walked past the cell where Hua Xinyu, the true disciple of Xingxiu Dao, was imprisoned, the girl whose golden hair had turned dull, tightly grasped the railing made of special spiritual gold in her hands and shouted loudly.

"I'm calm now!"

The young man sighed softly. How could Donghuang not know everything that happened here? His appearance here was both his own wish and Donghuang's instruction.

It is indeed commendable for the old ghost, who ranks at the top of the ghost kings, to have such a subordinate, but Donghuang has long disliked this old ghost.

He seems respectful, but he is cunning and deceitful in everything. He is imprisoned in a cell, enjoying a respected status, but doing nothing. How could Donghuang, a great leader, tolerate the old ghost?

However, as the ruler of the country, Donghuang cannot be like those crazy ghosts, acting recklessly and doing whatever they want. Although the Ghost King admires the strong, he is not a fool.

She needed a reasonable reason. Otherwise, if she just casually killed a ghost king, especially a top-notch ghost king, would other ghost kings come to join her in the future?

Therefore, this group of geniuses were thrown into this prison. These geniuses, all of whom possessed special physiques, were great tonics for the Ghost King even though they were still weak. Donghuang was certain that this old ghost could not bear it and would definitely make a move secretly.

This is indeed the case. The old ghost, whose lifespan and strength have reached the limit, how could he hold back when there is a possibility of further improvement right under his nose?

"Your Highness, your courage is indeed extraordinary. It has been a long time since an opponent dared to enter my ghost domain."

When Feng Qing'an walked into the blood-filled prison cell, what he saw was a boundless sea of ​​blood.

The prison cell, which was only a few feet square, and the Ice Palace's true teachings that were struggling to hold it together, had disappeared. All that could be seen before the eyes were only hundreds of millions of white lanterns hanging in the sky, and the surging waves of blood in which countless resentful souls and ghosts were struggling and roaring.

"Where is Su Zhen's biography?"

Feng Qing'an's eyes were shining brightly. He glanced around and frowned. With his eyesight, he couldn't find the location of Su Zhenchuan. That meant that the Zhenchuan was isolated in a different space. He was now in an independent field.

"Su Zhen Chuan? You are talking about that little girl, right? She tastes really good. As for where she is now, I don't know. She could be in any lantern. If you want to save her, do you want to try?"

"No need to go to so much trouble. If I kill you, this sea of ​​blood will naturally collapse."

The scarlet-gold divine pattern spread across the young man's fair cheeks, and raging flames reached his back, gushing out and transforming into ten wings of light. Wherever he stood, all the filthy and evil air was completely evaporated.

"Your Highness, I don't know whether you are brave and skilled, or ignorant and fearless. Do you think that the sea of ​​blood under your feet is fake?"

The old ghost was very depressed by Feng Qingan's reaction. This was the domain of law that he had spent nearly a thousand years to cultivate, and it was also his greatest asset in becoming the top ghost king. Of course, if he had the opportunity to induce a heavenly tribulation, this would also be his reliance on overcoming the heavenly tribulation.

"Old Ghost, your place should be isolated from the outside world. Those fellow Taoists outside should not be able to see what is going on here."

"Of course they can't see it. If Your Highness has any tricks that you don't want those little kids to see, you can use them here. As long as you don't kill me, no matter what you do, no one outside can see it!"

"I can rest assured that!"

Feng Qing'an nodded, a look of relief appearing on his face. Then, under the slightly horrified gaze of the old ghost king, pieces of golden scales with green patterns suddenly appeared on his cheeks and spread to his chest and limbs.

The young man's body shape changed drastically, his blood and vitality surged at an incredible speed, two big lumps appeared on his back, and then a "ripping" sound was heard.

A pair of snow-white wings spread out behind the young man, and his handsome and masculine face twisted and transformed into a majestic dark blue dragon head.

The aura that the old ghost originally didn't care about and could be considered insignificant, expanded rapidly, and in one fell swoop stepped into the realm of the demon king. The aura of the highest god and saint made the old ghost extremely fearful and at the same time felt incredible.

"Your Highness, what exactly are you?"

The old Ghost King, who had lived for more than 800 years and was nearing the end of his life, felt a chill in his heart at this moment.

Originally, he wanted to play with this prince. Although he couldn't taste his blood, he could tease him a bit. But now it seems that he has no right to play with him.

In the past, he had often mocked the king in his heart. Even at such a high level, he still coveted the beauty of living people on earth. However, he did not expect that the other party's choice was indeed unique. It was his vision that was poor.

squeak-

Just as the old ghost was asking questions, the white lanterns in the sky had already swarmed together like a swarm of angry bees and pounced towards Feng Qing'an.

Under the young man's feet, huge blood-red waves also rose to a height of dozens of feet, like a wall of blood, which was about to push Feng Qing'an into the sea of ​​blood and drown him in it.

"Get out!"

There was a loud roar of thunder, and thousands of feet of thunder burst out, cutting through the dark sky. Tens of thousands of white lanterns were instantly reduced to ashes. The blood waves that had just risen were split apart in an instant, even revealing the seabed paved with white bones.

"Dragon clan?"

The old ghost king, who seemed to be composed of endless dark shadows, had a sense of crisis in his heart. The young man, who was originally extraordinary and handsome, had now transformed into a dragon-headed human body, covered with green-veined golden scales, and the wings behind him were still entangled with red-gold flames. This was fine, but the old ghost king had just watched a golden dragon fly out of the embrace of this god-like and devil-like being, break apart in the air, and turn into pieces of armor parts that fell on him.

The thunder that split the sky and the sea just now was created by this being who held a gorgeous halberd in his hand and swung it casually.

"It's so unreasonable!"

Seeing Feng Qing'an, who was wearing Minglong Armor, holding the immortal Soul-Catching Lock in his left hand, and the magical Thunder Sea Halberd in his right hand, and was armed to the teeth, the Old Ghost King, even though he had been through hundreds of battles, could not help but curse.

He had encountered all kinds of enemies in his battles, but this was the first time he had met a guy like Feng Qing'an who was completely unreasonable, illogical, and unreasonable. Now that he had encountered such a person, he didn't know how to start.

"Minglong, tear this place apart!"

Feng Qingan gave the order when he put on the Minglong Armor for the first time to fight against the enemy since he had cultivated it.

At this moment, he has already activated the "Spirit Fusion Technique" and the target he chose is the Qilin beast, Sen Miao.

The unicorn steps on the auspicious clouds, and all the troubles in the world are gone

As long as it is not a Qilin that has fallen into the path of demons, no matter what kind of Qilin it is, even if it only has Qilin bloodline, it has the magical power to exorcise evil and suppress evil, which is just right for dealing with this kind of old ghost.

However, the "Spirit Fusion Technique" he was practicing could only choose one person to become one with him. As for the Minglong Armor he was wearing now, and the Fiery Sun Fire wrapped around his body, they were all voluntary and they were an active cooperation.

Yin~
Then a dragon's roar was heard, echoing in heaven and earth. The Minglong Armor, which had practiced and mastered countless martial arts techniques, trembled and roared, like a real dragon roaring in the sky.

"Don't get too excited, just tear this old ghost into pieces!"

The divine power of the demon king level was flowing through his body at this moment, and Feng Qingan felt an unprecedented sense of fullness and abundance all over his body.

This is a force that comes from Sen Miao and is beyond his current control. In terms of details, he certainly cannot do it as well as Sen Miao can control it himself. But after performing the "Spirit Fusion Technique", everything is led by the Beastmaster, but fortunately he has the Minglong Armor as an aid.

Although it was the first time that Ming Longjia came into contact with this level of power, this guy possessed an outstanding special talent in controlling power.

After using the dragon clan's magic weapon, the Thunder Sea Halberd, to wreak havoc in the sea of ​​blood, destroying millions of lanterns with ease and causing the sea of ​​blood to become turbulent, Ming Longjia completely adapted to this power, and Feng Qing'an also became adept at it.

"Your Highness, how about we both take a step back from this? I will release the little girl and leave without causing any more trouble."

The old ghost, who had no way to deal with Feng Qing'an, wanted to retreat because he was watching the pretty boy who deserved to be cut into pieces. He then took out a Panlong Seal and smashed it into his domain of magic.

When the Coiling Dragon Seal fell, the blood sea was shaken. Then the entire sea surface was suppressed by a majestic force, and the blood sea was so calm that it could even reflect human figures.

"Old ghost, what stupid things are you talking about?"

Feng Qing'an sneered, and accompanied by a burst of Buddhist music, a magnificent Buddha light sprinkled down, and a treasure tower rose from above his head. Under the old ghost's twisted gaze, he took out another precious Buddhist treasure that was no less valuable than a fairy weapon.

"Why do you think you are still qualified to negotiate with me?"

Blazing Sun Fire, Qingmu Qilin Power, Dragon Clan Magical Weapon, Soul-Snatching Lock, Buddhist Treasure

Each and every one of them can restrain this old ghost. If there is only one kind, with the old ghost's nearly a thousand years of heritage, it will naturally be fearless and can withstand even a head-on confrontation.

But when all these are superimposed on each other, unless the ghost king is like Donghuang, who is forced into a corner and can take out his Taoist weapon to smash people, no one can withstand it.

"Little thing, do you really think you can defeat me?"

The old ghost stared at Feng Qingan with a sinister look.

"You can resist, but I don't know how long you can hold on."

Feng Qing'an squandered Sen Miao's power wantonly. Immortal weapons, magical weapons, and Buddhist treasures, each of which burst out with terrifying power that shook the heaven and earth.

"I should be the one asking Your Highness, how long can your demonic power last?"

The old ghost, who had worked so hard to chant and refine the magic domain, had nearly half of it destroyed by Feng Qing'an, and he showed a smug smile. It would be easy to kill it, all he had to do was destroy it completely, which was actually almost impossible.

"Well, it's almost used up, but it's okay, I'll just change it."

The blue-veined golden scales gradually dimmed, but before joy could show on the old ghost's face, he saw the divine man with a dragon head and wings on his back transformed into a demon shadow with a wolf head and a human body. The blue flame that could burn souls instantly swept across the sky and the earth.

"Phantom Wolf? This is impossible!"

Such a scene that goes against common sense is far beyond the old ghost's understanding. It really cannot imagine what kind of magical power can do something that goes against the laws of nature. Why hasn't such a guy been punished by heaven?

"No!"

After Feng Qing'an exhausted Sen Miao's power, he switched to Heishan. This action completely defeated the old ghost's will. After discovering that the problem was far from as simple as it had imagined, it immediately thought of the Ghost Immortal King.

All the things in the past came to its mind. The details that it had ignored but didn't pay attention to were also recalled by it at this moment. It was like a sudden enlightenment in its mind.

"I see. Today is the day I die."

After realizing all this, the old ghost did not accept it calmly. He risked disobeying the orders of a ghost fairy and tried new possibilities. How could such an old ghost accept death obediently?

Dang~
When a bell rang in the dark, no matter how desperate and unwilling the old ghost was, he could only let out a wail and turned into wisps of green smoke that dissipated in the air. The sea of ​​blood collapsed, and the tens of millions of remaining white lanterns began to burn.

At the same moment, a thin figure slowly floated down from the sky. Feng Qingan subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, holding it in his arms.
"Ice Soul Body? Not a bad furnace. If you want to take a concubine, this woman can be your first choice!"

(End of this chapter)