The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 121 Chapter 110 I am the sun!

Feng Qing'an also carefully looked at the little firebird, which was a little smaller than Youyou in its smallest state. Its feathers were as red as fire, or it could be said to be a flame.

Because the wings are very different from those of normal birds, Feng Qingan stared at this little firebird for a while, at first he thought this guy looked like a pigeon, then suddenly he felt like a crow, and the next moment he thought it was somewhere in between between.

But soon Feng Qing'an realized that this guy is not a normal creature, its birth method is so miraculous, so why bother with its appearance, as long as it looks pleasing to the eye.

Goooo!

It seemed that staring at Feng Qing'an was enough, this little firebird flapped its wings and flew up, Feng Qing'an subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to grab it.

This is a little bird that he has worked hard for several months and poured his soul power into it day and night, and he has not yet understood it.

The little firebird didn't fly fast, or in other words, he didn't expect Feng Qingan to reach out to grab it, so Feng Qingan grabbed it in his hand, but the moment Feng Qingan held it, he realized Something is wrong.

Without any real touch, he felt that what he grasped was a cloud of water, a wisp of wind, and he didn't grasp the tactile feedback of anything except a sense of warmth.

The next moment, Feng Qing'an saw strands of flaming flames overflowing from the gap between his fingertips, on his clenched fist, re-gathering into little firebirds.

At this moment, the little fire bird flapped its wings and cooed angrily at Feng Qing'an, as if angrily reprimanding Feng Qing'an for such behavior, but soon, the little bird's expression became extremely proud again.

"I can't catch you?"

The little living bird is a derivative of the blazing sun tree, and its birth means that the blazing sun tree is no longer just a spiritual tree that can only emit the light of sun fire, it also has the power to attack and protect itself.

Feng Qing'an, who signed a contract with the Chiyang Tree, can naturally clearly feel all the emotions of this little bird in front of him. Its thinking is too simple and pure.

curious, excited, annoyed, elated
Everything about Little Firebird is really easy to understand.

"Magic Manipulation"

As a mysterious beast sect, Feng Qing'an followed the soul contract and descended forcefully, and the Blazing Sun Tree would naturally not block him. Feng Qing'an knocked down the little firebird's nascent ignorance and suppressed it, took over everything from it.

Hit the kids!
Of course, if it is true, the little fire bird is not even a child, it has been born in less than a quarter of an hour, it is an infant.It's just that compared to ordinary human babies, its strength may be a billion points stronger.

"Little thing, you dare to be proud of me, you run again!"

Feng Qing'an backhanded the little bird standing on the back of his hand. This time, he finally had a physical touch. Of course, because he took over everything about the little fire bird, Feng Qing'an also had a strange feeling of being held all over his body. .

Not convinced!dissatisfied!
The suppressed will of the little fire bird came out again, a very understandable emotion, so Feng Qing'an revoked the "God Manipulation Technique", and returned the dominance to the little fire bird.

goooo~
The little fire bird took a look at Feng Qing'an, turned into flames again, and escaped from his palm, but its figure regrouped in the air, Feng Qing'an repeated his old trick, took over its body again, and then , reaching out to catch the little firebird falling from the sky.

"How about it?"

Feng Qing'an asked with a smile.

Dissatisfied!

So, Feng Qing'an returned everything to the little fire bird, and then did it all over again!
Feng Qing'an was ready to capture and release seven times at this moment, but unfortunately, the newly born little fire bird was not the resolute Nanman lord, but was tossed by Feng Qing'an five times. just disappeared.

The little guy has a deep understanding of the relationship between Feng Qing'an and it, and is deeply afraid of losing control of his body many times and becoming a spectator with his will.

Scared!
"Follow me from now on, be obedient, and your benefits will be indispensable!"

Feng Qing'an held up the little fire bird who had been subdued and obediently stood on his fingertips, and moved his palm to his right shoulder, and the little fire bird jumped up very obediently.

Goooo!

"Feng Qing'an, the Golden Crow in the world is about to rise, do you want to go back?"

On the side, Nan Ge who had a panoramic view of the scene where Feng Qing'an subdued the little firebird only found it interesting, but she also noticed the passage of time and the change of yin and yang in the world, which reminded Feng Qing'an.

"Go back first!"

Although after contracting the blazing sun tree, he feels that the yin energy of the nether world has no effect on him anymore, but Feng Qing'an still wants to return to this nether world.

"All right!"

Although Nan Ge felt pity and regret, she would not beg Feng Qing'an to stay. The Netherworld is not a good place to go, let alone a human race.

The only thing she can do is to work hard to improve her own strength. Even when the Golden Crow rises, she can stay in the human world forcibly without any harm. At that time, she can accompany Feng Qing'an day and night.

"Little guy, you stay here!"

Feng Qing'an put the little fire bird back into the blazing sun tree, glanced at the buds growing on the second branch, his eyes showed thoughtfulness, but he didn't stay here any longer, turned around, picked up Nange and left , ready to return to the world.

When the boy and the girl left together, the little firebird who had regained freedom was isolated on a branch, but looking at the desolate and dilapidated mountains around him, an unprecedented emotion came to the heart of this newly born little guy.

fear!

From the fear of being alone!
Goooo!

The little fire bird fluttered its wings and flew up, circling twice over the blazing sun tree, trying to find the figures of Feng Qing'an and Nan Ge, but they disappeared in the mountains long ago.

After flying around the tree for a few times, the little firebird couldn't even tell the difference between the south, the north, and the north, and couldn't even remember where Feng Qing'an left, let alone go to find him.

The silent depression of the mountains was in stark contrast to the uproar just now. The little firebird couldn't bear it any longer, turned into a flash of fire, plunged towards the blazing sun tree below, and disappeared.

It was at this moment that Feng Qing'an, who had been hugging Nan Ge on the way back to the world, suddenly stopped. The girl in her arms raised her head and looked curiously at the frowning boy.

"what happened?"

Feng Qing'an didn't speak, he suddenly felt a blazing warm current from the fourth soul bond he had just established, this warm current flowed down from between his brows, actually lodged in his heart, making his chest feel hot .

"You come down first!"

Feng Qing'an let go of her palms, put Nan Ge down, and then pulled off the dragon clothes on her chest, revealing her solid chest. The girl looked at her naturally, without any shyness, she had seen it countless times.

"come out!"

Feng Qing'an lowered his head, expressionless, he could feel the ignorant consciousness of joy and joy.

Goooo!

The familiar bird song sounded, and in Nan Ge's gaze, a vivid scarlet bird pattern appeared on Feng Qing'an's chest, and the fire burst out, and a small and familiar fire bird broke free from it, surrounded Flying up and down with the wind Qing'an.

"Feng Qing'an, it came out of your body!"

"Ok!"

Feng Qing'an responded, and at the same time stretched out his hand, and grabbed the little firebird. This time, it didn't run away, and let Feng Qing'an catch it. At the same time, it cooed excitedly, venting the joy in its heart .

"You little thing!"

Even Feng Qing'an, the beast master, never expected the scene in front of him. This little guy could actually follow the soul contract and directly enter his body.

Although it is said that the little fire bird has no flesh and blood, but is formed by gathering the essence of Yanghuo, but it is outrageous to be able to do this.

"Again!"

Feng Qing'an said so.

Goooo!

The little bird's expression suddenly became full of complacency, and when Feng Qingan let go of his hand, it plunged into Feng Qingan's chest, turning into a stream of flames, submerged in it, Feng Qingan only felt a sense of warmth , and then disappears.

"Send God"

Feng Qing'an's consciousness descended on the blazing sun tree, and the strange and unmoving perspective made Feng Qing'an clearly perceive the lively consciousness of the little firebird. Tiny consciousness.

The second bud!
"Okay, come here!"

The surprise obtained after contracting the Chiyang Tree was beyond Feng Qing'an's imagination, and he had nothing to say, and he also included this tree in the ranks of key cultivation.

Compared with the giant skeleton that does not know how long it will take to wake up, the blazing sun tree that has already produced its second bud is more exciting.

Because obviously, this tree can grow taller, grow more branches, and bear more blazing sun flowers. If every flower blooms, it can give birth to a sun fire essence, that scene, It's really exciting.

Goooo!

The little firebird flew out of Feng Qing'an's chest again, and even returned to the human world with Feng Qing'an, and during this process, it did not show the slightest discomfort, but was very excited and in a good mood.

"Come here today, the sun is about to rise, so you don't have to come here, I'll come back to find you tomorrow night!"

Standing at the rift in the nether world, Feng Qing'an bid farewell to Nan Ge, while on his shoulder stood the proud little fire bird, curiously looking at the vibrant world.

The completely different scenery from Netherworld deeply attracted the newly born little Fire Spirit. Compared to the lonely Netherworld, it prefers the human world. If it wasn't restrained by Feng Qing'an, it would want to look around now.

"Come in, don't wander around, there is no little guy like you in this world!"

After the sun rose and the Nether Gap closed, Feng Qing'an walked towards the house, and at the same time reached out and pressed the little fire bird on his shoulder into his body, preventing it from showing its head outside.

Goooo!

The little firebird didn't resist, and obeyed Feng Qing'an's arrangements honestly. It knew one thing, and it must not disobey Feng Qing'an.

In the days that followed, Feng Qing'an entered into an extremely regular state. During the day, he multi-tasked, focusing his energy on cultivating and recovering and accumulating soul power. Water the blazing sun tree, hoping it will grow further.

Feng Qing'an is especially looking forward to, if one day, when the blazing sun tree grows to the limit, can he stand in the world at the time of the child, turn the world around, turn the night into day, and then say the last sentence:
I am the sun!

Well, disturbing people's lucid dreams is a bit wicked!
Of course, this is just a delusion in Feng Qing'an's mind for a moment. What level of mythical life is the Golden Crow? He can easily reach it. The sun that hangs high in the sky every day can be called the Golden Crow.

The peaceful days were very comfortable, but unfortunately, they didn't last long. On a frosty winter day, Feng Qingan sat in the school concentrating on cultivation, and by the way, she had a little attention to listen to the teacher's lecture.

His mind suddenly throbbed, and there was hardly any time between the first and third soul contracts, and at the same time there was an extremely strong fluctuation, but soon, the feedback given to him by the third soul contract disappeared.

Donghuang unilaterally isolated everything, and Feng Qing'an couldn't sense what's wrong with her through the soul contract, let alone use "Send God Technique" on her
At this moment, only the first soul contract has a strong emotional reaction, which is the fear and anxiety from Hei Shan, and it seems that he is about to face a catastrophe.

"Send God"

Feng Qing'an's consciousness descended on Heishan, and the soul contract's reaction showed that there might be a big problem in Youhuang Ghost Country.

However, when Feng Qing'an's consciousness just descended on Heishan, without observing or asking, he knew where Heishan's panic and anxiety at the moment came from.

At this time, the sky above and around the ghost city, as far as the eye can see, is full of resentful clouds. Millions of ghosts are entrenched in the sky. surrounded.

Ghost King!

Those towering mountains are all ghost kings in the netherworld, some of them are even familiar to Feng Qing'an, he seems to have seen them before, in the palace of Donghuang, but they were not as big as his eyes at that time.

Rebellion?Collusion with foreign enemies?
Feng Qing'an guessed it immediately.

The reason for everything is probably because Donghuang gave him part of the origin. When the strongest monarch loses the power to suppress all dissatisfaction, there will naturally be ghosts under his command who dare to give birth to disobedience.

However, just when Feng Qingan was worrying about how Donghuang should break the situation and resolve this crisis, he saw a bright sword light shining brightly in the world, from bottom to top, like the Milky Way rewinding upstream, sweeping across the evil ghosts dark sky.

All of a sudden, countless ghosts were wiped out under this sword light, and tens of thousands of evil spirits wailed and screamed. They were only swept away by the aftermath of that sword light, and they were severely injured in an instant. ,incomplete.

The torrential rain poured down like a waterfall, but the rain that fell was made up of countless filthy and stinky ghost blood and broken limbs. The originally gloomy ghost town instantly turned into a veritable purgatory.

And those many ghost kings whose bodies were condensed with resentment, haunted by evil aura, and whose eyes were greedy and tyrannical, at this moment, the expressions on their faces froze.

Among them, a ghost king with a body covered in black scales and horns growing from his forehead, towering and majestic, with a silver line emerging from the middle of the ghost body that looks like a mountain...

(End of this chapter)