Chapter 162: The Nine Kings of the Desolate Sea
"Are you so polite?"
Seeing that the City God had left without even his shadow, Feng Qing'an thought for a moment and smiled silently. He had already figured out the reason. The appearance of the magic weapon named Tinghai had already reflected it.
Even though Shuijun Hongxi's father has died, he still has a certain status in the dragon clan and cannot be killed at will. After killing him, there is no need to worry about other dragons chasing and killing him as wild dragons for revenge.
Background and following are sometimes so frightening that even if one has much stronger strength than the opponent, one will still be timid in a fight and may even not dare to kill the opponent for fear of bringing about fatal disaster.
In comparison, he didn't have so many scruples. His brother even killed the other party's father. As a younger brother, what would it matter if he killed his son? More debts are better than more.
Zheng~
A humming sound of a weapon was heard, and as Chiwen's vitality began to fade, the thunder that filled his body and the water that surrounded his huge body began to recede, all shrinking back onto the golden halberd. This gorgeous and domineering magic weapon soared into the sky and was about to fly away!
"Where else do you want to go? Stay here!"
Feng Qing'an was quick-witted and quick-handed, and he grabbed the magical weapon with his free hand. He had been eyeing this halberd for a long time. In his eyes, this was the most valuable thing on Shuijun Hongxi, so how could he let it fly away?
At the moment when Feng Qing'an grasped the halberd, dazzling thunder suddenly burst out from this magical weapon, striking the dragon armor on his body. The water also hit him like a ferocious snake. The powerful impact force made the armor on his body emit a dull roar.
Chant
A clear dragon roar was heard, and an illusory golden-scaled dragon rose from Feng Qing'an's body, staring at the Tinghai Halberd that was still struggling in Feng Qing'an's hand and trying to fly away. The dragon's slender body snaked along Feng Qing'an's arm, wrapped around the halberd, and gradually merged into it.
During the process of integration, Feng Qing'an clearly felt that the struggle and resistance of the magic weapon in his hand gradually collapsed. The change from the initial rebelliousness to the final obedience was particularly abrupt.
Chant
Not long after, a much more solid and no longer ethereal shadow of a golden-scaled dragon flew out from the Tinghai Halberd and merged into the armor on Feng Qingan's body again. At this moment, Feng Qingan felt that the halberd in his hand had become a part of the Minglong Armor.
The magic weapon that had just tried hard to resist and fly away, now gave him a feeling of being in perfect harmony with it, as if it were an arm and he could control it with ease. He could wave it around at will and unleash the power contained in it.
"eaten!"
Feng Qing'an stared at the halberd in his hand. There was neither rapids surrounding it nor thunder bursting out. All strange phenomena were restrained, and the halberd returned to its most ordinary appearance. There was a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Even without any extraordinary power bursting out from this magical weapon, it is still gorgeous and dazzling. On the halberd shaft, fine golden scales are arranged neatly. At the joint of the halberd handle, a purple-gold dragon is coiled. On the halberd head, there is a straight blade in the middle, and the blades on both sides are bent like thunder. The outline of the weapon is slightly transparent, as if it is forged with blue gold.
Such a magical weapon has distinct characteristics and can be recognized at a glance that it was forged by the dragon clan. However, this powerful magical weapon has just lost everything inside it. Its spirituality has been devoured and replaced.
[Fifth Soul Contract: Ming Long]
[Race: Psychic Armor]
[Attributes: Spirit, Dragon, Water, Thunder]
[Potential Level: King, Lower]
[Combat Power Level: Commander - Medium]
Feng Qing'an, as the owner, has mastered all the changes of the Minglong Armor. Both its potential and combat power have been improved to a higher level. Not only that, its properties have also undergone significant changes.
This was the first time Feng Qing'an had seen such an easy change of attributes, but considering that the magical weapon had its spiritual power swallowed by Minglong Jia, it was not surprising that it had acquired such attributes.
But only this kind of spiritual armor can have such changes. How can ordinary creatures change so easily? When Black Mountain transformed, he was tortured for a whole night.
"It can devour divine weapons to grow!"
Feng Qing'an had not expected that the Minglong Armor would display the ability to devour the spiritual power of divine weapons, but after a little thought, he could guess some of the reasons.
Such changes were caused by many factors, the biggest factor being his master.
Without his initial drop of blood, without his working day and night to water it with his soul power and nourish its spirituality, how could it have been so easy to swallow up the spirituality of a divine weapon and replace it.
Of course, another more important factor is that this magic weapon is compatible with the Minglong Armor, they are both from the dragon clan, and the spiritual status of the Minglong Armor is higher than that of this magic weapon, which is why such a scene appeared.
"The Dragon Clan's divine weapon!"
There was a bright light shining in Feng Qing'an's eyes. The nourishment of his soul power could slowly and orderly increase potential, regardless of race or object. However, its shortcomings were also obvious. At a low level, the effect was obvious, but once it reached a higher level, it would take time to accumulate before changes could be seen.
However, there is no shortage of rare treasures in this world that can change fate and transform all living things, but there are only a few people who can obtain the opportunity for a transformation that suits them, and most of those who have such an opportunity do not need it or cannot use it.
The Minglong Armor that fits him can greatly increase his potential and combat power in a short period of time. The opportunity for rapid progress is now obvious.
But in this case, they would have to consider the dragon clan. After all, not every dragon could possess a magical weapon like Tinghai. Without any background or connections, they would not even have the resources to practice. They couldn't even find a suitable weapon, so how could they have a magical weapon?
"We can only wait and see in the future!"
Feng Qing'an calmed his mind. Ming Longjia was obviously not interested in the dragon robe and Qingshen Sword on him, otherwise he would have swallowed them long ago. Apparently, this guy was quite picky and looked down on the things left over from the transformation of a certain mountain god.
Only then did the young man look at Bailangjiangshuijun, whose reverse scales were pierced by his sword, and whose heart and lungs were penetrated. Even though the vigorous vitality in his body was lost like a landslide, he was still alive and even maintained a clear mind. Without the influence of the magic weapon, he regained his sanity.
He was even able to control the water vapor in the sky to make his huge body fall slowly to prevent himself from falling into the mud and ending up in a very embarrassing manner.
"Master Feng, I underestimated you, and you deserve this disaster today!"
In his dying moments, Hong Xi's huge dragon pupils revealed extremely strong and complex emotions, but his reason also told him that the young man in front of him would never let him go, and begging for mercy would only make him lose his last dignity and decency, which would be useless.
"Don't you think it's too late to say this now, Suicune?"
Feng Qing'an stepped on Suicune, who used the last of his strength to avoid falling and maintain his dignity. He even had the leisure to look at the texture of the dragon scales under his feet, thinking about their future uses.
This is a powerful creature who can be rated as a king in the beastmaster's system. Although his operation is very poor, even Feng Qingan can't bear to watch it, but there is nothing he can do about it because of his good background.
Nvluo fought with it and suppressed it throughout the whole process, but in the end her incarnation was destroyed by a single blow from the magic weapon.
In the process of suppressing, the damage caused by Nu Luo to this guy was minimal. It was just some broken scales and a few handfuls of dragon blood. It looked good, but looking at this guy's physique, it was just a scraping.
He now stabbed a sword into Chiwen's heart, pierced through its inverse scales, and even poured all the power Donghuang had given him into his body, wreaking havoc in his internal organs. This guy still had some life left, but was barely lingering on.
Feng Qing'an was well aware of his own strength. If it weren't for Donghuang's support, he would have turned around and left without saying a word when he met a king who harbored ill will towards him. He would never have been so leisurely and had the mind to fish.
Dong Huang can crush and kill other ghost kings with a sweeping momentum, but it does not mean that he can do it. What realm is Dong Huang in? He is almost breaking through the limit and promoted to a higher level. Ordinary kings are naturally inferior to her .
But he, according to the standards of the Beastmaster system, has only condensed seven soul contracts and is preparing to condense the eighth soul contract. He can be considered to have stepped into the realm of the Lord of Heavenly Beasts, but his benchmark is at the lord level, and he is still a big realm away from becoming a king.
Besides, the system has not yet recognized him as the Lord of Heavenly Beasts. The requirement is to condense ten soul contracts, and only creatures with contract potential or combat power above the lord level are qualified and can obtain the secret method of the Lord of Heavenly Beasts, "The Art of Combining Gods".
If Donghuang could stay by his side, a mere Dragon Seed Water Lord would be enough to be defeated with just one sword. However, Donghuang has his own kingly foundation in the underworld and cannot descend at will. He can only lend him power through the soul contract as a medium.
There is no doubt that Dong Huang is extremely powerful. Even if he uses Qing Shen to slash out a sword, he can easily cut off the limbs of a monster and cut off a mountain.
It is for this reason that Feng Qingan cannot take on too much. He can only obtain a tiny part compared to the Lord of Youhuang. If he gets more, he will not be a human being. Donghuang is a congenital Yin spirit. Her power does not belong to the human world.
If given a choice, Feng Qing'an would avoid borrowing Donghuang's power. The feeling of being icy cold all over was not pleasant. This was a force that was incompatible with him as a human being and was even repulsive to him.
The moment Dong Huang's power faded, the power of the flaming sun filled his whole body, warming his blood that was almost frozen and solidified, making his whole body burst with heat again.
"Haha, Second Young Master Feng, it's indeed too late to say this, but I can foresee that you will soon follow in my footsteps, and even be more miserable than I am now!"
The dragon's pupils, which had begun to dim, turned, as if they wanted to see what Feng Qing'an, who was stepping on them, looked like now.
"Oh? How do you know?"
Feng Qingan asked casually. He could see that the cold air was spreading from Chiwen's abdomen, gradually freezing his whole body. He didn't have much time left.
"You are very interested in the magic weapon my grandfather gave me, right? What would you say if I told you that there are eight similar magic weapons that come from the same source?"
"Um!?"
Feng Qingan narrowed his eyes slightly. He was very interested in the grandfather this guy mentioned.
"I haven't asked yet, but which body of water did Sui-kun's grandfather rule over?"
"It's okay to tell you, my grandfather is one of the overseas dragon kings, Xuanhai Dragon King!"
Hongxi's body had slowly fallen to three feet above the ground, but at this height, he tried his best to hold on, not letting his noble body touch the dust.
"Your grandfather was a real dragon?"
Feng Qing'an frowned. Among the dragon clan, the one who dares to call himself the king must be a real dragon. Ordinary dragons who claim to be kings are just demon kings with miscellaneous titles. They would never dare to call themselves Dragon Kings, otherwise it would be an act of usurpation.
"Hahaha, are you scared, Second Young Master Feng? But don't worry, my grandfather is a cowardly dragon. I really don't know how he transformed into a real dragon? He didn't even dare to seek revenge when his own son was killed!"
When talking about his grandfather, there was not a trace of respect in Suicune's words on his deathbed, but hatred and disdain instead.
"Can you elaborate?"
Feng Qing'an immediately became interested and asked excitedly.
“There’s nothing much to say. It was only after I heard the tragic news about my father that I met my grandfather, the Dragon King, for the first time. You don’t know how happy I was when I first saw my grandfather.
However, when my grandfather came to see me, he warned me not to have any revengeful thoughts, and said that my father had sought his own death and deserved it. How could such a cowardly dragon be worthy of being the Dragon King?
There was a hint of anger in Hongxi's voice. No one could understand his despair at that time. It was after that day that he began to be careful with his words and actions. Until recently, when he saw his enemies' relatives, he could no longer bear it.
"Tsk, then you are really a filial son. Your True Dragon grandfather warned you not to seek revenge, but you attacked me today. Are you so fearless?"
Feng Qing'an couldn't help but marvel at it. As far as blood revenge was concerned, although this guy's train of thought was a little crooked, he could still be considered filial.
"When I was a dragon son, I enjoyed all the honors. This was the favor of my father. If I cannot avenge my father, how can I live in this world?"
"Indeed, so you are going to die soon!"
"Second Master Feng, aren't you interested in the other eight magical weapons I mentioned?"
Hongxi said in a weak voice.
"You're obviously trying to trick me, why should I be interested?"
Feng Qingan said disdainfully.
"The Thunder Sea that my grandfather gifted me is from the same source as the other eight magical weapons. Together they are called the Nine Weapons of the Wild Sea. They were left behind by a Dragon King who lived for over ten thousand years. Even a Dragon King would be salivating over the sight of all nine of them together!"
Hong Xi insisted on revealing the information he had to Feng Qingan. He had seen the greed of the human race countless times.
"You are quite good at talking nonsense. Even the Dragon King is drooling over it. Would your grandfather be willing to give it to you?"
Feng Qingan sneered. This magical weapon is good, but it is impossible for it to be made by a dragon king. Otherwise, how could its spirituality be so weak? It is like it was just conceived, so weak.
"The Nine Kings of the Desolate Sea have existed for a long time. Over tens of thousands of years, they have been scattered and gathered again and again. The last time the Nine Kings gathered together was eight thousand years ago. They were held by a Dragon King who had the hope of becoming a true dragon. Unfortunately, that Dragon King failed to survive the tribulation, and the Nine Kings were scattered again. Their spirituality was also severely damaged by the tribulation."
