The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Even though Ming Dragon smoothly harnessed the pervasive wish power from the sky to form a divine incarnation, seeing the dragon-fish that took over all the incense and wish power from Ming Dragon was shaking its head in the cloud sea, Feng Qing’an fell silent.

A dragon head, fish body, and Chi Wen.

Feng Qing’an was all too familiar with this appearance, he even had eaten this before. So at the moment this thing appeared before his eyes, Feng Qing’an doubted whether the Water Monarch was recalling the soul from the dead, reviving again.

However, when Feng Qing’an took control of the Ming Dragon Armor with “Manipulating God Skill,” he also controlled the dragon-fish that devoured all the incense and wish power flying from the earth. He then let go of his worry, confirming that it was indeed a wish power incarnation without any self-consciousness.

“Because of the divine weapon?”

Feng Qing’an asked Ming Dragon for a discussion, but the little fellow couldn’t explain it clearly. It only followed the secret technique’s requirements, using wish power as the raw material to create the incarnation. So as to why it turned out this way, it could not give a reason. It simply looked like this when it took form.

“Since there’s no problem, let’s continue and see what this thing can be nurtured into. If there is indeed a problem, just break it apart.”

Feng Qing’an stared at the dragon-fish for a while. After confirming that he could control it at will, he temporarily abandoned the idea of obliterating it and decided to observe it for a little longer.

Hmm~

The Golden Scaled Flood Dragon also held the divine incarnation it refined in its claw, staring at it intensively. Normally it should destroy such things that already caused its master’s worry, but since the master wants to observe it for a bit longer, it decided to watch it a little bit more.

“As soon as any abnormality is found, destroy it without any hesitation.”

Feng Qing’an decided to hand over the cleaning work of this mountain range to Ming Dragon. None of the human race who had fallen into the servants of the evil gods should be spared, all should be annihilated.

As for him, he planned to deal with the carcasses of the evil gods he just collected as soon as possible, and then go to slay the other evil gods that were still causing havoc on this land.

Hmm~

As the little Jiaolong was waving its little claw, making a clanging sound by patting its own chest, and swearing an oath to Feng Qing’an, he had already turned around and entered into the Cave Sky.

The second layer of the Cave Sky, Ten Thousand Demon prison!

Unlike the first layer of the Cave Sky, where only thirty-six Lock Demon Towers were erected in the Ten Thousand Demon Nation, this prison layer had seventy-two Demon-Suppressing Halls, each holding least a hundred, and at most nearly a thousand demons.

Of course, a considerable part of these demons captured by the official Da Jin government had special backgrounds or other special reasons. They couldn’t be killed on the spot, so they could only be imprisoned.

However, Feng Qing’an didn’t care about these. If he went for a walk anywhere in Qi Country, he would encounter more demons than those imprisoned in any Demon-Suppressing Hall here.

Feng Qing’an randomly picked a relatively remote Demon-Suppressing Hall and went in. To fit the terrain of the Cave Sky, the arrangement and construction of these Demon-Suppressing Halls were quite erratic to outsiders.

Some of these Halls saw frequent use, while some were only used when there was no more room elsewhere for demons, and the one Feng Qing’an entered was one such Demon-Suppressing Hall.

“Hehe, it’s been a long time since I saw new faces, are you from the Xiao Family or are you one of the Luo family’s sons?”

“Who cares whose people they are, hey kid, can you stand a little closer? I won’t take your life, I just want to take a bite.”

When a stranger’s breath appeared in this demon-suppressing prison, eyes of different colors, but most of them filled with bloodthirsty colors, lit up one after another in the dark. Pairs of greedy eyes carrying ill intentions stared at him from all directions.

Even ordinary cultivators would only think of escaping when being watched by so many demons at the same time, even if they know these demons were imprisoned, instead of wanting to stay here for a moment.

However, Feng Qing’an ignored the ill will that surged towards him from all directions like a tidal wave. He simply walked to the center of the Attached Devil Hall, ready to follow the method taught by the Eastern Glow, transforming this place, which suppressed and sealed demons, into a Sword Casting Pool.

This change was achieved by further deriving from the original formation, with no impact on the original Demon Suppressing and Locking formation. It would merely draw power from the formation for the purpose of sword crafting.

“Kid, why aren’t you speaking? What on earth are you drawing on the ground?”

“The boy has an unfamiliar look. How come he hasn’t spoken a word since he came here?”

“He does look strange indeed, and he hasn’t even brought any companions with him.”

“Could he have snuck in here? He looks so sneaky, he doesn’t seem to be from the Xiao or Luo families.”

“Nonsense, who could possibly sneak in here?”

“I have a bad feeling about this. There’s something seriously wrong with this human boy.”

Boom—

Accompanied by the muffled boom, all the demons who were watching Feng Qing’an, and who had started discussing his actions, suddenly shut their mouths. Even the demons with an illustrious background were staring wide-eyed at the immense skull that the youth had somehow relocated.

Immediately after the brief silence, the Demon Suppressing Hall -which usually held a scarce number of demons- was teeming with activity. Seeing the skull of the mountain god was apparently more than they could handle, causing an incomparable shock to their souls.

“This, this is the aura of a Demon Lord?!”

“How is this possible? It’s impossible!”

“There’s no way I could be mistaken, my father is the Demon Lord, and I know this aura better than anyone. No, my father’s aura isn’t even as strong as this skull’s.”

“Are you joking? Look at that thing, it’s been dead for a while now. Your father is still alive, yet he isn’t as strong as that dead thing? How strong was this tiger lord when it was alive?”

“You’re asking me, who should I ask?”

“Why does it matter who was stronger at this point? It was beheaded into just a head, it’s completely done for.”

The demons, who had initially taken a jokey attitude in watching Feng Qing’an’s every move, were now in total panic. The calmness and composure they displayed earlier were completely gone. They were no longer in the mood to tease Feng Qing’an.

Some of them were powerful demons, but the level of their backing was just that of a demon king. Yet now, Feng Qing’an had revealed a skull that emitted an aura surpassing even the existing demon kings’ auras. They weren’t capable of provoking the entity that killed such a formidable creature.

“Done!”

As the blood from the Mountain Lord skull served as dye and was sprinkled over his newly added formation, dark red spirit marks appeared consecutively over the places he had been preoccupied with earlier.

An illusory, ethereal blood pool appeared in the center of the Demon Suppressing Hall, while at the center of the blood pool, a vaguely visible great sword with an odd texture could be seen.

“In you go!”

As soon as he saw the blood pool appear, Feng Qing’an kicked the godhead in front of him into it. The once illusory pool instantly began to boil, as the unreal, scarlet liquid in it surged upwards as if it had its own consciousness.

Then Feng Qing’an saw the formless bloody fluid actually erode the skull of the mountain god completely, leaving nothing but a translucent bone. Gradually, even the bone disappeared. In the end, only the authentic blood pool remained, stirring up ripples upon ripples of bloody waves.

However, the phantomlike Demon Subduing Sword in the blood pool, which was only ten feet long and broad, remained virtual and showed no change due to the transformation of the blood pool. It was glaring to the eyes.