Chapter 236: Covering the Sky with One Hand
The hail and snow are falling endlessly, and the clouds are floating and covering the sky.
The young man looked at the snowflakes outside the window that were falling like flowers from heaven and could not help but sigh. Under the gloomy sky, even though the cold wind was howling, he could still hear the laughter of women coming from the neighboring courtyard. After a moment, it turned into low and suppressed breathing.
"It's not quiet even in the middle of winter!"
Hearing the noise coming from the next door, the boy couldn't help cursing, but his five senses were becoming more and more acute, even though he was very low-key around him.
But the sounds mixed in the wind and almost inaudible to people were still captured by him. He could even outline the general scene in his mind based on the sounds.
As the end of the year approaches, even Longyin Academy has become a little deserted with the falling snow in winter. But even so, there are still many people who stay in the academy and have no plans to go back.
For example, his neighbor, Feng Qing'an once inadvertently heard that he came from a noble family, but was the son of a concubine, so he was not taken seriously.
Therefore, he would rather stay in the academy with his maid and hide in the house to discuss the principles of yin and yang, rather than go back and be looked down upon. There are actually quite a few guys like him in the academy.
The academies usually turned a blind eye to the sons of nobles who sent large amounts of money as tuition fees. As long as they did not go too far and commit acts of debauchery in broad daylight, they basically ignored them.
The courtyard where Feng Qing'an lived was originally prepared by the academy for the children of nobles, so it was not surprising that he could hear such decadent music. Of course, normally he would not hear anything.
"Next door is a warm room, fine wine, and maids, but the one I hold in my arms is you, a fool!"
The young man lowered his head. His arms were not empty, but a giant dog with thick, shiny black hair. When he cursed, the black dog raised its head and stared at him with a pair of innocent blue eyes.
"Tell me, how many times have we failed?"
Feng Qing'an reached out and rubbed Heishan's dog head in annoyance. Originally, he and the Longbo giant succeeded in one try, which made Feng Qing'an eager to find Heishan and replicate the successful case.
After all, the body of the Longbo Giant was too big. Feng Qingan also discovered that with his current realm, the consumption of soul power was quite great if he wanted to maintain the "Spirit Merge Technique" with the Longbo Giant, so much so that he was unable to bear it.
Therefore, if it is not necessary, it is better to change to another one in the face of conventional situations. Therefore, Feng Qingan naturally set his sights on Heishan. This guy is undoubtedly his best choice besides the Longbo Giant.
Originally Feng Qing'an thought that with the successful integration with the Longbo giant, the integration with Black Mountain would also be very smooth. However, the facts told Feng Qing'an that the world is unpredictable.
Even though Black Mountain did not reject Feng Qing'an's subjective will and even tried its best to cooperate, its blood instinct was hard to suppress and it tried its best to reject Feng Qing'an's entry.
This led to Feng Qing'an trying more than ten times on Heishan, but none of them succeeded, which made Feng Qing'an hold on to this guy in the middle of winter.
If this is the case with Heishan, then there is no need to think about other beings, because Heishan is still close to him subjectively. Apart from Heishan, even Donghuang does not have such trust in him.
However, despite failing so many times, Feng Qing'an gradually figured out the reasons for his failures and also figured out why he succeeded the first time.
The spirituality possessed by the Longbo Giant was bestowed by him bit by bit with his soul power. These spiritualities originally came from him, so how could they reject his regained control?
In comparison, Black Mountain, who possesses the blood of the Phantom Wolf, is different. Although Black Mountain's potential has greatly increased today, thanks to Feng Qing'an's cultivation, Black Mountain's Phantom Wolf blood has also been cultivated.
If Feng Qing'an wants to perform the "Divine Combination Art" with Heishan, he must tame Heishan's ghost wolf bloodline and make this bloodline submit to him.
At this time, the "Divine Control Art" that had always been ignored by Feng Qing'an and even not taken seriously returned to Feng Qing'an's sight, and he also realized the significance of this secret technique.
Fuck God!
It's not just about controlling the body of the beast, it also includes the blood hidden in its body, as well as the subconscious instincts that are easily overlooked and ignored under subjective consciousness.
Having found the root cause of the failure and summarized the experience of success, it was natural to replicate the first success. However, this time it was a little different as it merged into one with the Longbo Giant.
Perhaps because the difference in size was not insurmountable, this time it was no longer Feng Qing'an who turned into a ray of light and merged into the other side, but Heishan who was in his arms.
“This feeling is really good!”
His consciousness and body were completely under his control. Feng Qing'an felt the power continuously and narrowed his eyes in intoxication.
However, he also "observed" the changes in his appearance . Unlike before, with the help of Black Mountain's magic power, his body only became taller, his hair became thicker, and magic patterns appeared on his body. But this time, thick and smooth black wolf hair grew directly on his body.
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 hit the beam of the house.
If Feng Qing'an was not extremely familiar with the power of the Phantom Wolf and had not been able to control the enlargement of his body, a monster that would collapse the entire house would surely appear at this moment.
Because at this moment Black Mountain's body size has exceeded that of his father-in-law, the White Wolf Lord. Even if he is on all fours, the height of his head from the ground is more than ten feet. It is conceivable how huge his real body size is.
After merging with Heishan, Feng Qing'an's body size would naturally increase dramatically, even though this fusion was with him as the main body. Fortunately, Heishan's blood contained the ability to control the body size at will. Feng Qing'an took over everything of Heishan and could naturally control his body size.
“I can do better!”
Feng Qing'an, who had successfully performed the "Divine Combination Art", was in a good mood, but he was indeed a little bit unacceptable to his current appearance. He could also feel the Black Mountain's Phantom Wolf bloodline being restless, and it was this restlessness that led to his current appearance.
"Just lie down quietly!"
The monster, whose head was almost about to pierce through the roof, let out a low growl from its throat, and then the thick black wolf hair that was already covering its body slowly retracted.
The monster was between a human and a wolf, and its physical features were once again more human-like. After about half an hour, Feng Qing'an restored his appearance to the way it was when he borrowed the magic power from Heishan.
He had deep blue eyes, jet-black hair that fell to his waist, and demonic patterns that danced like dragons and snakes spreading across his cheeks and limbs, adding a bit of weird and evil charm to his temperament. Anyone who saw him would think he was a demon.
Although this is indeed the case with Feng Qingan's current condition, Feng Qingan is not satisfied with this change. He wants to make sure that he has truly tamed the Black Mountain's Phantom Wolf bloodline.
So, the next moment, the monster, which originally looked like a human, began to grow thick hair on its limbs, and even its straight back began to become hunched.
When the changes were over, a giant wolf dressed in a snow-white robe appeared in the house. It looked like a standing human being. Although its temperament was more ferocious, its robe gave it an air of scholarliness and reduced its hostility.
"That's more like it!"
The giant wolf spoke in human language, and his furry face showed a human-like expression of satisfaction, but soon, he seemed to have thought of something, and the hair on his torso and limbs quickly faded away, turning back into human limbs, but his head did not change back.
Therefore, a monster wearing white clothes with dragon scales and a wolf head and a human body appeared in the house. The monster stretched out its hand and a white incandescent light flashed, but it was soon infected by the demonic power and turned into a deep dark color.
Crackling
The monster with a wolf's head and a human body held a dark-colored thunder spear in its hand, and there seemed to be a divine light shining in its blue eyes.
"Tsk, with my current appearance, it's not too much to go to the netherworld and become a Hades, right?"
On a whim, Feng Qing'an transformed himself into this appearance, admiring his current posture. He couldn't help but feel eager to try and go to the underworld to show his skills.
After all, there was no place for a man like him in the Jin Dynasty, which had enjoyed peace for so long. The Northern Frontier, which had seemed on the verge of war, had become exceptionally docile in recent years because of the arrival of his elder brother.
"Um?!"
Suddenly, a chill arose in the heart, and an extreme sense of crisis spread throughout the body. A familiar smell was sensed by Feng Qingan, who now had a wolf head and a human body.
Heavenly Dragon Monk!
Feng Qing'an, sensing something was wrong, suddenly took a step back. The next moment, a ray of golden light pierced through his roof and instantly went through the place where he had just stood.
boom--
The golden light of Buddhism, which was meant to subdue demons and monsters, burst out and instantly swept through the courtyard where Feng Qing'an had lived for half a year, crushing every brick and tile here into powder, leaving no trace of any living creature in it.
In the golden light that was burning like a raging fire, a demon that was more than ten feet tall, holding a lightning spear, roared. The scars left by the golden light of Buddhism healed instantly the moment it appeared.
"Yinghai!"
Feng Qing'an, who was practicing secret techniques in his warm courtyard in the middle of winter, was suddenly hit like this. The anger in his heart suddenly ignited, because he saw clearly what was falling from the sky.
A golden demon-subduing pestle, the cursed power emanating from it is enough to make any demon that is pierced by it suffer excruciating pain. Of course, if a demon that is slightly weaker is injured by this thing, its soul will be shattered in an instant, and no trace of its body will be left, without even a sound.
Given Feng Qing'an's current condition, if he had been slow to dodge the attack just now, he would have been seriously injured in an instant.
No matter how calm Feng Qing'an's mentality was, after being suddenly attacked like this, he would not delve into the reasons why the bald man made such a move.
Even the Buddha and Bodhisattva, who like to talk about compassion, have angry expressions, let alone Feng Qing'an who is still obsessed with the many beautiful things in the world. He now just wants to beat up the bald donkey.
"How dare you, a daring monster, devour your master!"
Amid the roar of the demon-like Feng Qing'an, a huge hole was broken in the deep leaden clouds of winter, and the Buddha's light poured down. In the golden light, a monk wearing a brocade robe and holding a nine-dragon copper staff, stepped down from the sky with golden lotus under his feet. Raging flames burned on his body. That was his anger.
The Tianlong monk from Xilan Continent looked at the demons in the dilapidated ruins who were indifferent to the erosion of the golden light of Buddhism, and there seemed to be real flames burning in his eyes.
In his heart, guilt, self-blame, confusion, and all kinds of emotions were entangled together, and those that floated on the surface turned into fuel for his 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 used the magic mirror he carried with him to observe the changes in Feng Qing'an's breath, and at the same time be alert to the ghost immortal in the underworld who was lurking somewhere unknown.
After observing for a period of time, the Tianlong monk confirmed that the Second Young Master Feng was very close to those demons and monsters. However, what made him feel relieved was that when getting along with these demons, this Young Master Feng often occupied an absolute dominant position.
This didn't make him think too much about it. He just liked to subdue demons. In Xilan Continent, there were monks with great magical powers who liked to do similar things. They used Buddhism to convert demons and then accepted them into their sect as protectors.
However, just now, he suddenly realized that the aura of the Second Young Master Feng disappeared abruptly, and merged with the aura of a demon, turning into a breath that was somewhat unfamiliar to him.
Such a sudden change happened right under his nose, which crushed the Zen mind of the Tianlong monk in an instant and broke his will. He almost subconsciously judged that the Second Young Master Feng was attacked by the demon under his command.
This kind of thing is not uncommon in Xilan Continent. When he was in Tianlong Temple, he often heard about eminent monks being devoured by the demons under their seats.
But he didn't expect that such a thing would happen right under his nose. Those demons that seemed to be tamed and obedient to the Second Young Master Feng actually swallowed him.
"I will definitely throw you into the hell of endless suffering and torture you for ten thousand years!"
The Tianlong monk's eyes gradually turned red as he stared at Feng Qing'an, a man with a wolf's head. Of course, in the eyes of the Tianlong monk, Feng Qing'an was now a demon who devoured his master.
The monk, with his rich experience, made a wrong judgment in a short period of time.
Feng Qing'an, who was suddenly hit like this at this moment, also wanted to think about what was going on. Why did this bald donkey go crazy? No matter what the reason was, he would beat this bald donkey half to death first.
Boom boom
The demon with a wolf's head and a human body, full of evil spirit and engulfed by ghostly fire, howled loudly. Above its head, the sky was roaring, and the clouds that stretched for countless miles suddenly shattered. A hand covered with black armor fell from the sky and grabbed the Tianlong monk...
