The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 332 The Immortal Who Lost His Face

"Feng Qing'an, you killed someone!"

Youyou, who was still held in Feng Qing'an's palm, opened her eyes wide and looked at the blood-colored sword energy that had already covered the area of ​​several miles, and shouted crisply.

"Not dead yet."

Feng Qing'an, whose mind was connected with the thirty-six demon-suppressing swords, knew the situation in this sword-killing formation better than Youyou.

At the moment when the sword energy surged like a surging tide, the numerous fire spirits were all shattered around Tianjiao, who seemed like the incarnation of the fire god. Even he himself was scraped off his flesh and blood, leaving only a bloody skeleton.

In the next moment, he reacted and sacrificed a long red banner, wrapping his whole body, allowing this treasure shining with fairy light to withstand the pressure for him and give him a temporary respite.

Even if it was an immortal weapon, the materials used when it was cast and refined were excellent, but if it was used for defense, its fate could be imagined.
At this moment, the long red banner was strangled by thousands of sword energies, and the fairy light was weakened to the extreme. Then, accompanied by the sound of tearing cloth, a crack appeared.

It was like a dam bursting, and the water spread far and wide. Hundreds of tiny cracks of varying sizes suddenly appeared on the originally bright and beautiful sacred banner embroidered with countless flames.

"But that's about it."

Feng Qing'an felt the increasingly weak breath in the sword formation and smiled indifferently.

"Are all the independent cultivators now so arrogant?"

A sigh was heard, and the life force of the genius trapped in the sword formation continued to decline. But just as he sighed, all the hairs on Feng Qingan's body stood up.

Because at this moment, the person in charge of the body of the genius has been replaced by an extremely terrifying existence - an immortal who has descended into the underworld and is squatting at the entrance of the cave.

This is something that can be guessed with one's feet. It is almost impossible for the genius of a great sect to be possessed by someone else. Under the current circumstances, the only one who can occupy his body is an immortal.

True Immortal’s proxy!

At this moment, Feng Qing'an felt horrified, and all his magic power was poured into the Demon-Slaying Sword. Many sword spirits appeared, and the sword energy surged like the vast ocean before a storm, ready to overturn the sky.

"Boy, you are too murderous!"

boom--

A torrent of sword energy exploded like a surging tide, and the banner with many tiny cracks made a loud noise. However, the cracks that had just been cut by the sword energy were now slowly healing. It was clearly a weapon, but now it seemed to have life.

"Youyou, kill him!"

Stimulated by the extreme sense of crisis, Feng Qing'an loosened his hand. The Immortal Dark Phoenix, which he had held in his hand so that it was difficult to be noticed at first, was now revealed to the gaze of the immortal who cast his divine thoughts.

"Phoenix?!"

The genius who was possessed by the immortal's divine consciousness was left with only a dry skeleton, his whole body burning with flames. In his hand, he held a rolling immortal banner, like an evil god crawling out of purgatory, walking out of the demon-suppressing sword formation. When he saw the pitch-black phoenix spread its wings and fly from the palm of the young man's hand, his eyes showed surprise.

However, this condescending gaze that looked down on everything suddenly changed when the pitch-black phoenix, emitting a strong ominous and evil aura, rushed towards him with raging fire, and anger emerged in his eyes.

"How dare you?!"

There was absolutely no room or opportunity to perform. Even if the immortal's divine consciousness replaced and took over everything, facing the overwhelming black sea of ​​fire, it could only utter angry rebukes.

All magical powers and skills are nothing compared to absolute power. Youyou, who possesses the advantage of realm and the blood of the phoenix, burst out with full force and suppressed the genius who was possessed by the immortal's divine consciousness on the spot.

The pitch-black phoenix fire burned fiercely. It was a fire more sinister and terrifying than the soul-devouring ghost fire of Black Mountain, without any trace of holiness.

The genius who rushed out of the demon-suppressing sword formation led by Feng Qing'an turned into a skeleton burning with blazing black flames.

However, the body controlled by the immortal did not utter a scream, but just stared at the black phoenix soaring above the head of the young man in white.

Finally, it uttered an unwilling sigh, and along with a scorching gale caused by the raging fire, it turned into a cloud of ashes, which fluttered down and scattered on the ground that had turned into lava, leaving only a tattered red banner in its place.

"Oh, that's it!"

Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand, and with a light hook, he held the long banner with dim fairy light in his hand.

He had to admit that when facing a cultivator of the same realm who was possessed by the immortal's divine consciousness, he would be in danger of being overturned by the car if he did not seek help from external forces.

Even though he had the advantage of the first move and trapped the opponent in the sword formation, the opponent was still able to break out. The immortal seemed to be able to foresee the trajectory of the sword light and calmly broke out of his sword formation.

It was at that time that Feng Qingan realized the danger and without any moral ethics, he threw Youyou out.

Before becoming an immortal cultivator, he was a beastmaster, driving creatures far more powerful than himself to fight on his behalf. What's wrong with that?
No problem. Although he hasn't signed a soul contract with Youyou yet, it's a matter of time.

"Feng Qing'an, that thing is so hard to burn!"

Youyou, who had revealed her true form just a moment ago, turned into the size of a fist again, flapped her wings and landed on Feng Qingan's shoulder, complaining to Feng Qingan.

"Really? Then if you encounter someone like this next time, just increase your firepower and burn them to ashes. Don't give them a chance to struggle."

When Feng Qing'an heard Youyou's words, he immediately gave a warning.

A glimpse of the whole picture shows that if one of the geniuses carries the divine consciousness sent down by the immortals, then how bad can the other geniuses be? This must be the means for these geniuses to finally explode.

Many of those geniuses were kind to him, but there were also many who were hostile to him and wanted to attack him.

Being in this secret realm is a great opportunity, not to mention that a powerful master has come to the exit, so there is nothing to worry about. Donghuang, who had to be worried about before, no longer needs to worry about it.

"it is good!"

Youyou, who was at the top of the demon king realm, nodded her head suddenly. If it weren't for her own problems, she would have already stepped into the demon fairy realm.

The blood potential of the Phoenix family is enough to support her to enter a higher realm. The pure-blooded fairy beasts have a long lifespan at the moment of birth, which can compete with the immortals who have obtained the immortal fruit. They do not have the three disasters and nine calamities of the immortals. They are the strongest creatures that are favored by heaven and earth. "Let's go!"

Feng Qing'an put away the immortal weapon with many sacred flames engraved on the banner. Although it looked tattered and miserable, even though it had lost its owner, the immortal weapon was still slowly absorbing the fire spirit energy around it and repairing itself.

When Feng Qing'an grabbed it, it was trembling slightly and seemed to be resisting, but the strength of the resistance was so weak that it could be ignored. It just struggled symbolically, and then lay down, allowing Feng Qing'an's spiritual thoughts to penetrate directly to the core.

"Tsk, it's true."

He cooperated so well that he even opened up the restrictions of the formation and was willing to let him refine and control the magic weapon. Although this was not the first time he had encountered such a thing, Feng Qing'an still couldn't help but marvel at it.

So far, he has not encountered anyone with integrity who wants to resist the immortal weapons and artifacts he refines. As long as they come into contact with him and have a little understanding of him, they will be more proactive than the other.

"go in!"

Feng Qing'an, who already had no shortage of magical weapons, did not take the long banner that he was about to cooperate with seriously. After throwing it into the cave, he randomly chose a direction, rode the breeze, ascended to the sky, and went looking for the magical treasures bred in the cave.

Of course, the most important thing is to solve the problem of Youyou and see if you can restore Youyou into the auspicious phoenix that symbolizes peace in the world, instead of the immortal phoenix that is full of evil and ominousness.

The characteristics of the Supreme Body of All Spirits will only make the evil spirit in Youyou continue to grow, and even make her go further and further on this crooked path that deviates from the orthodox Phoenix Path.

That is, when Feng Qing'an led a wolf and a phoenix to formally explore the secret realm, outside the cave, there was a horrifying fairy fire burning the netherworld for thousands of miles. Everything was melting, even the void was burned through.

"Shuzi is arrogant!"

In this raging sea of ​​fire that seemed to be burning up the nine heavens and ten earths, a figure with wings on its back, whose shape could only be vaguely seen, appeared. The anger of the true immortal made the immortal fire that continued to spread to all directions of the underworld become more and more violent.

"Fellow Daoist, please calm down!"

An old immortal with white hair and a youthful face, holding a peach wood staff, smiled and began to comfort them.

"This is the Netherworld, not the human world. I have taken away your magical powers. If you go too far, you will provoke some ancient beings. Even if it is you, I can only flee for my life and pray for the ancestors to help."

Sitting upright on the chariot, with an ancient temperament and a sharp fairy sword on his knees, the Taoist Chen Heng spoke coldly.

"This boy's origins are unknown, and he is accompanied by a phoenix. It is not unfair that you lost."

There are even immortals who watch the fun without thinking it's a big deal, as if they are trying to comfort people, but their intentions to sow discord are obvious and not concealed.

"Humph!"

Standing in the sea of ​​fire thousands of miles long, with his majestic Dharma image towering over the sky, the immortal who looked like a true god in the fire snorted coldly. The reason why he was so furious was because of the existence of these fellow practitioners.

If in private, his divine consciousness was cut off by a junior, he might not necessarily feel angry.

But now under the eyes of everyone, with so many peers watching, he had just revealed his divine sense, and before he had time to show his supernatural powers, he was burned to ashes by a fallen creature with the blood of the phoenix under the command of the other party , didn't even turn out the slightest splash, which undoubtedly broke his face.

Do not underestimate this point. During these long years that have lasted for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, many great sects have been destroyed because of disputes over face. If a big shot's reputation is hurt, it can directly affect the life and death of millions of monks.

Of course, what he suffered just now was not only his face, but more importantly, it meant that the sect behind him was directly eliminated, and no longer had the qualifications to compete with these fellow practitioners for this Phoenix clan cave.

Although he didn't have much of a chance in the first place, he was kicked out right after he entered. Even an immortal would be angry - hundreds or thousands of years of monastic life had made it difficult for ordinary things to stir up their emotions, but it didn't mean that immortals didn't have emotions.

"This boy is indeed good. If he can kill the incarnation of Daoyou's mind with his own ability, I would like to accept him as my personal disciple!"

"Unfortunately he wasn't, he just hurt me with the help of external forces."

"Being able to borrow such external force is also a skill. At the very least, it shows that this child has a deep fortune."

"Fortune? Ha!"

"Let's watch first, this kid should collide with other fellow daoists. I don't know which fellow daoist can subdue this kid and take his treasures."

The kind-looking immortal smiled and said that he actually regarded Feng Qing'an himself as one of the opportunities of the cave heaven, because he did not belong to any force, and entering the cave heaven naturally became an opportunity that all parties could covet.

"That phoenix is ​​troublesome!"

"It doesn't matter!"

All the immortals were enthusiastically discussing the unpredictable Feng Qing'an, but the only immortal who had contact with Feng Qing'an, who had almost no chance to use it, stood in the sea of ​​flames without saying a word, and had no intention of leaving .

He wanted to see who else would suffer the same fate as him and fall into the hands of that young wandering cultivator. He didn't believe that he was the only one so unlucky. As long as one of his fellow practitioners suffered the same fate as him, he would become a laughing stock, or he and that fellow practitioner would become a laughing stock together.

While the immortals at the entrance of the cave were having a great time, Feng Qing'an finally found the native indigenous creatures of the Phoenix Cave.

A young man in white stood in the air, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, his long clothes flowing, and he looked like an immortal. He looked down at the city and villages below, and at first glance, they seemed no different from humans.

But when they landed and took a closer look, they could immediately find the difference. Although their body shape and appearance were almost exactly the same as those of humans, their bodies were too small. Their average height was only three feet, which was only half the size of ordinary humans.

While Feng Qing'an was looking at the villains below in the air, a powerful villain in the city also discovered him. Immediately, a flying snake with wings under its belly rose from the city, carrying a row of villain guards with serious faces and holding swords, weapons and bows and arrows, and flew into the sky and approached Feng Qing'an.

"This is the territory of Jiao Rao State. What do you want to do here?"

Above the flying snake's head, a little man wearing leather armor and holding a spear asked in a serious and childish voice.

"I was just traveling around the world and happened to pass by this place. Is this place called Jiao Rao Country? This is the first time I have seen people as small as you."

Although Feng Qing'an was listening to completely unfamiliar words, he captured the thoughts emitted by those little people and quickly understood what they meant. Since communication was barrier-free, Feng Qing'an naturally would not conflict with these little people.

(End of this chapter)