The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World-Chapter 539 - : 318

Chapter 539: 318

“Your Highness, what on earth are you?”

The Old Ghost King, who has lived over eight hundred years and is near the end of his lifespan, feels a shiver in his heart.

He originally intended to toy with this King’s Consort. Although he couldn’t consume his vitality, he could still mock him a bit. But now, he realizes he doesn’t have the qualification to do so.

He used to mock the national lord in his heart. At such a level, he was still obsessed with the beauty of living mortals. But he hadn’t expected that the other party’s choice was indeed unique. It was his own vision that was flawed.

Squeak, squeak, squeak—

It was during this moment, while the Old Ghost King was interrogating, that the endless white paper lanterns, like an enraged swarm of bees, were flocking toward Feng Qing’an.

Under the young man’s feet, the crimson wave also rose tens of feet high, like a wall of blood that was about to smack Feng Qing’an into the sea of blood and drown him.

“Fall back!”

The thundering roar could be heard. Thousands of feet of thunder erupted, tearing through the gloomy sky. Countless white paper lanterns were instantly reduced to ashes. The blood wave that had just surged was instantly cleaved open, even revealing the seabed paved with white bones.

“Dragon Clan?”

The Old Ghost King, who seemed to be made up of endless gray and dark shadows, now felt his sense of crisis explode. The ordinarily extraordinary and handsome young man had now transformed into a dragon-headed human with a body covered in blue patterns and golden scales. A fiery golden flame was still clinging to the wings sprouting from his back.

What’s more, the Old Ghost King had just seen a golden dragon flying out of this godlike existence’s embrace, falling apart in the air and transforming into pieces of armor that landed on him.

The thunder that shook the heavens and the earth was casually swung out by this being grasping a magnificent Big Halberd.

“This is totally unreasonable!”

Seeing Feng Qing’an decked out in Dragon Armor, holding a Fairy Weapon Soul Hook in his left hand and a Divine Weapon Thunder Sea Halberd in his right hand, the Old Ghost King muttered and complained despite his battle-hardened life.

He had fought and killed all kinds of enemies, but he had never encountered someone like Feng Qing’an who didn’t argue reasonably, logically, or follow the norms. Encountering such a being, he didn’t even know how he should make his move now.

“Golden Dragon, tear this place apart!”

Feng Qing’an, who was wearing the Dragon Armor to fight the enemy for the first time, gave such an order.

At this moment, he had already executed the “Fusion God Skill”. His target was Qilin Beast, Sen Miao.

Qilin stepping on auspicious clouds, a hundred hardships vanish from the world

As long as it’s not a Qilin that has fallen into the demon’s path, every kind of Qilin, even those with Qilin blood, possesses the divine power to exorcise evils and suppress malice. Against this Old Ghost, it’s the perfect choice.

However, the “Fusion God Skill” he was currently using could only choose one to merge with him. As for the Dragon Armor he was wearing and the Flame Sun Fire swirling around him, those were voluntary and cooperating actively.

Hum~

A dragon’s chant echoed between heaven and earth, causing the Dragon Armor, which had mastered countless martial arts skills, to shudder as if a real dragon was roaring in the nine heavens.

“Don’t get too excited, just tear this old ghost to shreds!”

At this moment, the divine power of a Demon King level was surging in his body, and Feng Qing’an was filled with an unprecedented sense of fullness and satiety.

This power came from Sen Miao and exceeded the power he currently controlled. Although he couldn’t control it as finely as Sen Miao could, once he had executed the “Fusion God Skill”, everything would be led by the Beast Master. Fortunately, he had the Dragon Armor to assist him.

Although Dragon Armor was experiencing this level of power for the first time, it had an exceptional talent for controlling power.

Just by wielding the Dragon Clan’s Divine Weapon Thunder Sea Halberd in the sea of blood, destroying countless lanterns as easily as breaking dry twigs and stirring up the sea into chaos, Dragon Armor had fully adapted to this power. Even Feng Qing’an was starting to get the hang of it.

“Your Highness, how about we both step back? I will release that little girl, retreat, and never cause any disturbance.”

The old ghost that has no way to deal with Feng Qing’an is thinking of retreating, as he again watches that despicable pretty boy, Mr. Bai, casually take out a Coiling Dragon Seal, and toss it into his magic domain.

When the Coiling Dragon Seal falls, the sea of blood here becomes turbulent. Following this, the entire sea surface is entirely suppressed by a majestic power, calming the blood sea to the extent that it can even reflect a human figure.

“Old ghost, what nonsense are you talking about?”

Feng Qing’an chuckles, accompanied by a wave of Buddha chants, a splendid Buddhist glow showers down, a treasure canopy rises above his head, and under the twisted gaze of the old ghost, he takes out a Buddhist treasure that is no less valuable than a fairy artifact.

“Why do you think you still have the right to negotiate with me?”

The Sun Fire, the power of the blue-green Qilin, the divine weapon of the Dragon Clan, the Soul Hook, and the Buddhist treasure.

Each one of them can restrain the old ghost. If there’s only one, the old ghost could naturally face it fearlessly with his foundation built over nearly a thousand years, capable of withstand it even with hard resistance.

But when all these are stacked together, unless like those forced by desperation like the King of East, who can take out a magical Dao to fight, none could withstand it.

“Young man, do you really think you can definitely defeat me?”

The old ghost stares at Feng Qing’an with a dark expression.

“You can resist, but I wonder how long you can hold on?”

Feng Qing’an is squandering Sen Miao’s power relentlessly, fairy artifacts, divine weapons, Buddhist treasures, each of them releases terrifying power that stirs heaven and earth.

“This sentence should be asked by me, your Highness, how long can your demonic power last?”

The old ghost, with nearly half of his painstakingly crafted magic domain smashed by Feng Qing’an, shows a triumphant smile. To kill him is very simple, as long as one completely destroys this place. However, that is practically impossible.

“Well, it’s almost depleted, but it’s okay, I’ll just switch.”

The green and gold scales gradually darken, but before joy appears on the old ghost’s face, he sees the humanoid creature with a dragon head transforming into a shadowy figure with a wolf’s head, and the soul-burning blue fire instantly sweeps across the heaven and the earth.

“Ghost Wolf? That’s impossible!”

Such a scene that drastically defies common sense is far beyond the old ghost’s understanding. It really cannot imagine what kind of divine power can achieve such a thing that goes against the operation of Heavenly Dao. Why hasn’t such a person been punished by heavenly tribulations?

“No!”

After Feng Qing’an exhausts Sen Miao’s power, he switches to Black Mountain, and this move completely crushes the old ghost’s will. When it realizes that the problem is far more complex than it thought, it instantly thinks of the Ghost Immortal Country’s Master.

All things from the past come to mind, details that were once ignored but weren’t given much attention, are also remembered at this moment and connected to what it has done over the years. It suddenly realizes everything with a sense of enlightenment.

“So that’s how it is, today is the day I die.”

Having fully understood this, the old ghost does not accept it peacefully. Despite running the risk of defying the order of a ghost immortal, it still wants to try new possibilities. Such an old ghost is undoubtedly not willing to die obediently.

Ding~

When a bell toll sounds in the dark, no matter how desperate or unyielding it is, the old ghost can only let out a wail, turning into strands of green smoke that dissipate into the air, as the sea of blood collapses, millions of remaining white lanterns also start to burn.

At the same time, above the sky, a slender figure slowly drifts down, Feng Qing’an instinctively reaches out to catch it, holding it in his arms,

“An icy body? A fine furnace tripod, if you are to take a concubine, this woman would be the first choice!”