The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Feng Qing'an did not know why these fishmen monsters, emerging from the ocean in waves, had a quarrel with the Heterogeneous Clan village by the seaside, he did not understand the reasons for their conflict, nor was he interested.

The only reason he attacked these fishmen monsters and not the Heterogeneous Clan was because the appearance of the latter resembled that of the human race, which appealed to his esthetic.

Those fishmen monsters only annoyed him, and so he destroyed one side. As for the jubilation and worship from the other side, he couldn't care less.

"Let's go."

Feng Qing'an didn't even bother to look back at the Heterogeneous Clan who were still prostrating on the ground, cheering and worshiping him. Since he had no intention of accepting their faith or exploring their origins.

Aoouu!

Amid the sea breeze laced with a strong smell of blood, the Ghost Wolf, covered in thick black fur, steps on the azure blue flames and ascends to the sky. Feng Qing'an transforms back into the size of an ordinary human and lands on the skull of Black Mountain, as huge as a mountain range.

This scene immediately agitates the Heterogeneous Clan in the village littered with corpses even more. Their faces and arms start to show scale patterns, and everyone is as excited as if boiling in a pot of water.

"God!"

Strong faith and desire surge towards him. Feng Qing'an rejects them all, carried by Black Mountain, and ascends to the dome of the sky. The vast maritime border suddenly comes into view, consisting of islands scattered on the sea surface like a pearl necklace on a goddess's neck sprinkling the worldly dust.

Screech!

High above in the sky, the strong winds howl and a menancing bird casts a huge shadow over the vast ocean, rapidly approaching. Its body glows with a cold blue light which strikes fear into hearts. It flies so fast that it looks like a blue star falling from the sky, making it seem fierce and intimidating.

"What a big bird!"

Feng Qing'an raises an eyebrow. This bird is truly not small, over 20 yards long with a wingspan of 50 yards. Its body is covered with blue scales, giving off a cold metallic glow. It exudes a terrifying and deadly aura!

The predatory bird looks like a giant eagle but without a single feather. Covered in scales, it looks as if it has been cast in Spiritual Gold, radiating powerful and intimidating energy.

The eagle's beak is curved, shining black and extremely sharp, almost ten yards long. There are blotchy traces of blood left on it, giving off a terrifying aura. Clearly, it has just defeated another fierce beast in a fight and returned victorious.

The bird's claws were even more intimidating, cold, and extremely sharp, over a yard in length, and could easily capture a giant whale. On its head, there was something similar to feathers, but they were thick and sharp bone spurs, like a row of horns, capable of easily piercing through the scales and flesh of other giant beasts.

"Identify!"

[Sea Blue Dapeng]

[Race: Bird, Savage, Water, Gold]

[Potential Level: Superior Lord]

[Combat Level: Superior Lord]

This bird has extraordinary strength, even amongst the powerful beasts, it stands out as exceptional.

However, Feng Qing'an looks at the Sea Dapeng, who is flapping its iron wings and charging at Black Mountain, as if he's looking at a fool. Black Mountain is now not concealing the power it radiates.

A powerful beast charging at a Beast King with reckless abandon, even if it has the geographical advantage, the vast gap in their realms cannot be filled by merely relying on time and place.

Unless this Dapeng has a problem with its brain, he couldn't think of any other reason that would cause the bird to madly rush towards a Beast King.

Without specific instructions from Feng Qing'an, Black Mountain reaches out its claw and slams it down.

Boom!

The Blue Dapeng spirals out of the sky and crashes onto an island. The giant bird covered in blue scales sweeps across the island's forests with infinite impact force, treating the towering ancient trees on the island as if they were nothing.

Boom--

Amid the rumbling, an entire area of ancient trees is broken off. The giant bird falls, and as it sweeps across, its wings, as if cast from Spiritual Gold, shatter all the obstructing trees and rocks. The ground is littered with fallen leaves and broken rocks.

A loud "bang" echoes. A huge rock obstructing the way is smashed apart by the bird, sending sparks flying and stones crashing in all directions, countless rocks weighing thousands of pounds fell to the ground, causing numerous large trees to fall. The entire island is shaking.

Woosh!

The predatory bird, leaving a deep and wide ugly trench on the island that almost splits it in two, shakes its head, flinging off the wood chips and broken rocks lodged there. Then, it lifts its head, looking at the huge figure that had already receded up in the clouds, a hint of fear revealed in its eyes.

But soon, the hint of fear is engulfed by the anger triggered by the intense pain coming from the left side of its body. The bird lowers its head to look at the left side of its body. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

At the joint of the wing and its torso, broken blue scales mixed with mash-like flesh and blood reveal four clear claw marks almost tearing its body completely apart; its bones gleaming with a metallic sheen are clearly visible.

A random swipe from a demon king, and a formidable demon was severely injured in an instant. But, this fierce avian who dared to confront the demon king, clearly had something extraordinary about it.

Under its gaze, the dim, barely noticeable soul-devouring ghost fire on the claw mark extinguished completely. Then, the appalling wounds, where the scales were shattered, the flesh blurred, and even the bones fractured, began to heal at a visible speed.

By the time the demon king's figure which was stepping through the sky from high above had turned into a small black dot, the body of this fierce avian recovered as if time had reversed, leaving no trace of its injuries.

Screech!

The monster bird spread its wings, shot into the sky, casting a large shadow over the sea, causing the fish under the sea to scatter in panic, bidding to escape.

Hmm?!

Feng Qing'an, standing atop a Black Mountain, turned his head surprisingly, looking at the Blue Scale Dapeng coming towards him. Identical presence, it could not be the same species or a sibling, it was indeed that bird that Black Mountain had knocked down a moment ago.

This is kind of interesting!

Noticing something unusual about this Blue Peng, Feng Qing'an suddenly became intrigued. The result of judgment could only serve as a reference. The difference between spirits is vast. Even if their spiritual power is equivalent, their values ​​in battle, due to bloodline and divine power, could differ greatly.

Come here.

Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand, gestured to the fierce bird that was charging once again towards Black Mountain, thousands of invisible wind strands obeyed his will, coiling around the Blue Peng, forming a wind cage and attempt to trap it completely, turning it into a caged bird.

The Blue Peng sensed a formation of strength wrapping around its body, the Peng covered in chilling blue scales let out an angry hiss as if it was a beast roaring, pubic currents that can be seen clearly with naked eyes churned in the sky, stirring the clouds from all directions, making the atmosphere unstable.

Feng Qing'an looked at this large Blue Peng demon, and could not help but look more surprised. The Peng's vitality was unusually intense – What if this being's brain was filled with muscles instead of brains?

Clang clang!

On a dark phoenix hovering, black flames covered the sky, swept all directions, thousands of miles of clouds vanished in an instant, the dominant Phoenix arrived with an absolute suppression over all birds.

Screech~

The Blue Peng let out a piercing shriek, with a faint trace of desperation in its voice.

Well done!

Absolute realm gap, coupled with the suppression of bloodline, this Peng, though somewhat special, was no match for Feng Qing'an. After this utterly insignificant resistance, it finally fell into the youth's hands.

Hey, Black Mountain, your soul-devouring ghost fire is not doing much against this thing!

Feng Qing'an quickly found traces of the soul-devouring ghost fire burning the body of this vicious beast, but it quickly extinguished. This unusual situation caught the youth's interest. But, he soon found out the reason.

How come this thing's soul is so weak?

The most vicious thing about soul-devouring ghost fire is that it burns the spirit as firewood. The stronger the spirit of the creature, the stronger the restraint. But the reverse is also true.

There are puppets without spirits or things too weak in spiritual power, they cannot be burned. Feng Qing'an had encountered them before. Perhaps the Nine-like Mountain would be restrained by some puppets, but he never expected to encounter creatures so weak that they can ignore the soul-devouring ghost fire.

No wonder!

No wonder it fails to evaluate the situation. It can ignore the significant gap between realms, rush forward single-mindedly. Having such a weak spiritual power, it's no different from being brainless.

Bird? Barbarian?

Feng Qing'an quickly pondered the result of his earlier identification.

Barbarian bird? Barbarian beast? Primitive ancient beast!

Feng Qing'an was no longer the cultivator beginner of the past who knew nothing. He had read so many Buddhist scriptures and knew some ancient secrets.

I was right, they are a bunch of things with muscles in their brains!

Looking at the fierce bird trapped by his Gang wind in front of him, Feng Qing'an confirmed its identity. This is one of the species that could be traced back to the Dragon Clan in the context of the bloodline age.

The only difference is, after generations of inheritance, the bloodline of this ancient primitive beast has weakened, generation after generation. At this point, it has reached this level.

The only thing that has not changed is that these creatures, like their ancestors, never use their brains. The only slight difference is that their ancestors indeed had the strength not to use their brains, but they do not have this capital now - having a brain is not essential for survival and reproduction. When they are powerful enough, they simply throw their brains away.

Woosh~

As Feng Qing'an was pondering over the origins of the creature in front of him and where he had landed, a towering black mountain slowly rose from under the distant sea. In the blink of an eye, the originally calm sea became stormy. The sky became visibly gloomy at a noticeable pace...