The sleet is boundless, the clouds are falling and the sky is falling
The young man looked out the window at the snowflakes falling like a goddess scattering flowers, and couldn't help but sigh. Under the gloomy sky, even though the cold wind howled, he could still hear the laughter of women coming from the nearby courtyard. After a while,
It became a low and suppressed gasp.
“It’s not going to stop even in the middle of winter!”
Hearing the noise coming from the next door, the young man couldn't help but curse, but who made his five senses become more acute now, even though the people around him were already very low-key.
But the sound that was almost unheard mixed in the wind was still captured by him, and even with the sound, he could outline a rough picture of the scene in his mind.
As the New Year approaches, even Longyin Academy becomes a little lonely as the snow falls in winter, but even so, many people stay in the academy and have no intention of going back.
For example, his neighbor, Feng Qing'an, once overheard that he came from a noble family, but he only came from a side room, so he was not taken seriously.
Therefore, I would rather take my maid and stay in the academy, hiding in the room to discuss the ways of yin and yang, than go back and be looked down upon. There are actually many similar guys in the academy.
The academy often turns a blind eye to these noble disciples who have sent a large amount of money to support their cultivation. As long as they don't go too far and make acts such as daytime prostitution, they are basically fine.
Ignore everything above.
The courtyard where Feng Qing'an lived was originally prepared by the academy for the noble disciples. It was not surprising to hear these melodious sounds. Of course, normally nothing could be heard.
"Next door is a warm pavilion, with fine wine and maidservants, but I'm holding a fool like you in my arms!"
The young man lowered his head. There was nothing in his arms, but a huge, shiny black dog with thick hair. When he cursed, the black dog raised its head and stared at him with a pair of innocent blue eyes.
See.
"Tell me, how many times have we failed."
Feng Qing'an reached out and rubbed Heishan's dog's head angrily. Originally, he had succeeded after trying it once with Giant Long Bo. This made Feng Qing'an eagerly search for Heishan, hoping to replicate the successful case.
After all, Giant Long Bo's body is too big. Feng Qing'an also discovered that at his current level, if he wanted to maintain the "Shenhe Technique" with Giant Long Bo, the consumption of soul power would be quite large, making him somewhat powerless.
bear.
Therefore, if it is not necessary, in the face of normal situations, it is better to change to another one. Therefore, Feng Qingan naturally focused on Heishan. This guy was undoubtedly his best choice besides the giant Long Bo.
Originally, Feng Qing'an thought that with the case of integrating with the giant Long Bo, the integration with Black Mountain would be extremely smooth, but the facts told Feng Qing'an that things are unpredictable.
Even though Heishan does not reject Feng Qing'an subjectively, and even tries its best to cooperate, its body's bloodline instinct is difficult to suppress, and it strongly rejects Feng Qing'an's entry.
This led Feng Qing'an to try Heishan more than ten times, but none of them succeeded, so Feng Qing'an hugged this guy tightly in the winter.
If this is the case for Heishan, then there is no need to think about other existences, because Heishan is still close to him subjectively. Apart from Heishan, not even Donghuang has such trust in him.
However, despite failing so many times, Feng Qingan gradually figured out the reasons for his failure, and also figured out the reason why he succeeded in confusion the first time.
The spirituality possessed by Giant Long Bo was all given bit by bit by his soul power. These spiritualities came from him, so how could they reject his regained control?
In contrast, Heishan, who has the bloodline of the ghost wolf, is different. Although Heishan's potential has increased significantly now, thanks to Feng Qing'an's cultivation, there are also people with the bloodline of the ghost wolf from Heishan who have also been cultivated.
If he wants to perform the "Shenhe Technique" with Heishan, Feng Qing'an must tame Heishan's ghost wolf bloodline and make this bloodline surrender to him.
At this time, "The Art of Divine Exercise", which had been ignored by Feng Qing'an and had not even paid attention to it, returned to Feng Qing'an's sight, and he also realized the significance of this secret technique.
God damn it!
It is not only the control of the body of the beast, but also the blood hidden in its body, as well as the subconscious instinct that is easily ignored under the subjective consciousness.
After finding the root cause of the failure and summing up the successful experience, it was natural to repeat the first success. However, this time, it was merged with the giant Long Bo, which was a little different.
Perhaps it was because the difference in size was not insurmountable, so this time it turned into rays of light, and it was no longer Feng Qingan who melted towards the other side, but Heishan held in his arms.
"This feeling is really good!"
His consciousness and body were completely controlled by himself. Feng Qingan felt the power emerging from his body and narrowed his eyes in intoxication.
However, he also "observed" changes in his appearance. Different from before, with the help of Black Mountain's demonic power, his body became taller, his hair became thicker, and demonic patterns appeared on his body. This time, his body directly grew
Thick and smooth black wolf fur.
In just a short moment, the originally handsome young man in white turned into a monster between a human and a wolf, and his head soon reached the rafters.
If Feng Qing'an wasn't extremely familiar with the demonic power of the ghost wolf and could control the enlargement of his body, then a monster that would collapse the entire house would definitely appear at this moment.
Because at this moment, Heishan's size has exceeded that of his father-in-law, the White Wolf Lord. Even if he is lying on all fours, the height between his head and the ground is more than ten feet. You can imagine how huge his real body is.
After merging with Heishan, Feng Qing'an's size will naturally increase dramatically. Even if the fusion this time is based on him, fortunately, Heishan's bloodline contains magical powers that can control the size of his body at will. Feng Qing'an takes over.
Everything in Montenegro can naturally control body size.
"I can do better!"
Feng Qing'an, who had successfully cast the "Heshen Technique", was in a good mood, but he was really not able to accept his appearance at the moment, and he could also feel the blood of the ghost wolf in Black Mountain stirring, and it was this
This restlessness led to his current appearance.
"Give it to me, just lie down!"
The monster's head almost penetrated the roof. It roared in its throat, and then the thick black wolf hair that had spread all over its body slowly retracted.
A monster between a human and a wolf, its physical features were once again more human-like. In about half an hour, Feng Qing'an restored his appearance to the one he looked like when he borrowed demonic power from Montenegro.
His blue eyes, jet-black hair hanging down to his waist, and demonic patterns like dancing dragons and snakes spread on his cheeks and limbs, adding a bit of enchanting aura to him. Anyone who looks at him will think he is a demon.
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Although this is indeed the case with Feng Qing'an's current state, Feng Qing'an is not satisfied with these changes. He wants to make sure that he has truly tamed the Black Mountain's ghost wolf bloodline.
So, the next moment, patches of thick hair grew on the limbs of the monster that was originally biased toward humans, and even its straight back began to become rickety.
When the change was over, there was a giant wolf in the house wearing a snow-white robe, standing like a man. Although the temperament was particularly more ferocious, because of the robe, it added a bookish air.
The anger has subsided a bit.
"This is so true!"
The giant wolf spoke human words, and its furry face showed a humane look of satisfaction. But soon, he seemed to have thought of something again. The hair on his trunk and limbs quickly faded away, and turned into human limbs again, but the head did not change back.
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Therefore, a monster wearing white clothes with dragon scales and a wolf head and body appeared in the house. The monster stretched out his hand and the incandescent light shone, but it was soon infected by the demonic power and turned into a deep dark color.
Crackling~
The monster with a wolf head and body held a dark-colored thunder spear in its hand, and in its blue eyes, there seemed to be a divine light shining.
"Tsk, in my current state, it's not too much to go to the Netherworld and become the King of Hades!"
On a whim, Feng Qing'an transformed into this appearance. Appreciating his posture at this time, he couldn't help but feel a little eager to try it out, wanting to show off his talents in the Netherworld.
After all, the Jin Dynasty, which had been at peace for a long time, really didn't have a place for people like him to show their talents. Northern Xinjiang, which originally seemed to be going to war, has become particularly honest in recent years because of his elder brother's arrival.
"Um?!"
Suddenly, a chill arose from his heart, and an extreme sense of crisis permeated his whole body. A familiar smell was noticed by Feng Qing'an, who was now in the body of a wolf.
Heavenly Dragon Monk!
Sensing something bad, Feng Qing'an suddenly took a step back. In the next moment, a golden light penetrated his roof and penetrated the place where he had just stood.
boom--
The Buddhist golden light burst out with the intention of conquering demons, and instantly swept through the courtyard where Feng Qingan had lived for half a year. Every brick and tile here was crushed into powder, and everything in it was destroyed.
There are no souls or bones left.
In the golden light that was burning like a raging fire, a monster that was about ten feet tall was holding a thunder spear and roaring. The scars scratched by the golden light of Buddhism healed instantly just at the moment it appeared.
"Yinghai!"
Nestled in his small Nuange courtyard in the middle of winter, Feng Qing'an, who was practicing secret arts, suddenly received such a blow, and the anger in his heart suddenly ignited, because he could clearly see what was falling from the sky.
A golden demon-conquering pestle, with the magic power on it, is enough to make every demon nailed by it miserable. Of course, if a weaker demon is injured by this thing, his soul will be scattered in an instant, and his body will be left without bones.
Save and not even say a word.
In Feng Qing'an's current state, if he had been slow to dodge just now, he would have been seriously injured in an instant.
No matter how peaceful Feng Qing'an's mind was, he would not delve into the reason why the bald donkey was hit so suddenly.
Even the Buddha and Bodhisattva who like to talk about compassion have an angry look, not to mention that they are still addicted to the many beautiful things in the world of Feng Qing'an. Now he just wants to kill the bald donkey.
"Bold monster, how dare you bite the Lord!"
Amidst the roar of Feng Qing'an in the demonic posture, a huge hole was opened in the thick lead clouds in the winter, and the Buddha's light poured down. In the golden light, a monk wearing a brocade cassock and holding a nine-dragon copper staff stepped on his feet.
The golden lotus stepped down from the sky, and blazing flames burned on his body. That was his anger.
The Heavenly Dragon Monk from Xilan Continent looked at the demons in the dilapidated ruins who were indifferent to the erosion of the golden light of Buddhism, with real flames burning in their eyes.
In his heart, guilt, self-blame, confusion, and various emotions were entangled together, and when they surfaced, they turned into the fuel of anger and evolved into murderous intent.
He had been secretly observing Feng Qing'an. He knew that Feng Qing'an was a little special, so he just used a treasure mirror he carried to observe the changes in Feng Qing'an's aura, and at the same time, he was wary of the Netherworld person who didn't know where he was hiding.
Ghost fairy.
After a period of continuous observation, Tianlong Monk confirmed that the Second Young Master Feng was very close to those monsters and aliens. However, what made him somewhat gratified was that when getting along with these monsters, the Second Young Master Feng was often
occupy an absolutely dominant position.
This didn't make him think too much. He just liked to subjugate demons. In Xilan Continent, there were many monks with powerful magic who liked to do similar things. They used Buddhist teachings to save demons and then brought them into their sects as protectors.
However, just now, he suddenly noticed that the aura of the Second Young Master Feng disappeared extremely suddenly, and merged with the aura of a demon, turning into an aura that was somewhat unfamiliar to him.
Under his nose, such a change suddenly occurred. In an instant, it crushed Tianlong Monk's Zen heart and overwhelmed his will. He almost subconsciously concluded that the second young master Feng was backlashed by the demon under his hands.
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This kind of thing is not uncommon in Xilan Continent. When he was at Tianlong Temple, he often heard that a senior monk was devoured by the demons.
But he didn't expect that something like this would happen right under his nose. Those demons that seemed to be tamed and obedient to Second Young Master Feng actually swallowed him up.
"The poor monk will definitely throw you into eternal purgatory and be tortured for ten thousand years!"
The Tianlong Monk, whose eyes were gradually turning red, stared at Feng Qing'an with the head of a wolf. Of course, in the eyes of the Tianlong Monk, the current Feng Qing'an was a demon that devoured his master.
This monk made a wrong judgment in a short period of time with his rich experience.
At this moment, Feng Qing'an, who was suddenly hit so hard, also wanted to think about what was going on, and why the bald donkey went crazy. No matter what the reason, beat the bald donkey until he was half dead first.
Rumble——
The big demon with the head of a wolf, the aura of evil, and the will-o'-the-wisp roared loudly. Above its head, the sky roared, and the clouds that stretched for unknown miles suddenly shattered. A palm covered with black armor fell from the sky and grabbed Tianlong.