Chapter 277: The Miraculous Chicken Taoist
Seeing Meng Fan's soul being drawn out, Archmage Zimu's face eased slightly, this pursuit had made him quite annoyed, not realizing that a cultivator at the fourth level of Spirit Condensation had pitted him …… to such a miserable state!
Half of his ear was bitten off! This was simply humiliating to him!
"Old me will definitely let your soul have a good time!"
Archmage Zimu spoke in a grim tone as he reached out and grabbed at Meng Fan's soul.
With his soul leaving his body and floating around, seeing Archmage Zimu's large hand grabbing at him, Meng Fan subconsciously wanted to escape, but his own soul body was like a rootless duckweed, moving slowly, and he saw that he was being grabbed.
"Gu Gu!"
"Gu Gu!"
Right at this moment, a surprising scene happened, a gust of chicken cries came, and then a white light suddenly appeared, blasting towards Archmage Zimu!
"What is it?"
Seeing something coming, Archmage Zimu gave up on capturing Meng Fan's soul and dodged sideways, the white light swept past him, and a few white feathers drifted down and fell to the ground.
"Gu Gu!"
Under Archmage Zimu's shocked gaze, a white chicken landed on the ground and ran into the distance in panic.
At the same time, a figure floated in and stood next to Meng Fan's soul body, reached out and pressed it, saying, "Go back!" Meng Fan's soul returned to his physical body.
"Whew……"
After his soul body returned to his physical body, Meng Fan let out a long breath, glanced at the person who came, and the corners of his mouth curved, "Thank you, senior!"
The person who came was clearly the white-robed old Taoist who had been sitting and discussing with Old Man Wu of the Scripture Hall!
Meng Fan looked around and realized that there was a flock of chickens, a dozen or so, not far away.
Seeing Meng Fan's slightly surprised expression, the white-robed old Taoist grinned, "Little friend, the poor Taoist must also thank you, this chicken's body really contains the Heavenly Dao, the mystery is infinite, and lets the poor Taoist's realm advance greatly, it really is a great benefit na!"
"Senior is polite!" Meng Fan smiled, the unexpected appearance of the white-robed Elder Taoist made his heart feel greatly assured, to be able to scare Archmage Zimu into not daring to make a move with a chicken, this white-robed Elder Taoist's cultivation shouldn't be below Archmage Zimu. Taking advantage of this endeavor, Meng Fan hurriedly manipulated the Trace of Ghost Chopping to accelerate the absorption of the toxins in his body.
Tiger Yang Mountain stood quietly, three people stood in the wilderness, and a dozen or so chickens slowly paced around the neighborhood in a loose manner, the scene looked a bit odd.
"Your Excellency injured my little friend, today you will have to give an explanation to the poor Taoist." The white-robed Daoist swept a glance at Archmage Zimu without anger.
"My disciples were killed by this person, today I am for-" Archmage Zimu glanced at the chickens, his face unnatural.
"I don't care." The white-robed Daoist interrupted Archmage Zimu, "The Nine Chrysanthemums Sect is an evil sect from the Eastern Ocean, doing evil deeds, long ago expelled from my native Taoist Sect, today reappearing in this land, I'm afraid that there's nothing good about it, even if Poverty Road's little friend doesn't kill your disciples, the Poverty Road will kill them when they see them."
"Senior knows about the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect?" Meng Fan sniffed and glanced at the white-robed Taoist, listening to him, this Nine Chrysanthemum Sect should have a history of trouble with the native Taoist sects.
"It's just the end of the Eastern Ocean's Taoist sects, it's not worth mentioning." The white-robed Taoist's tone was bland, then his gaze looked at Grand Master Zimu, cultivation fluctuations surfaced on his body, "Let the poor Taoist clean up the filth for the Taoist Sect today!"
Seeing that the white-robed Daoist was about to make a move, Grand Master Zimu's complexion changed and he took a step back, offering the Nine Petal Chrysanthemum to block in front of his body, "Aren't you afraid of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect's retaliation?"
The white-robed Daoist didn't say anything, just smiled faintly, then with a wave of his sleeve, he reached out and slapped his palm towards the Nine Petal Chrysanthemums, turning a blind eye to the floating pollen.
"Go!"
Archmage Zimu shouted in a deep voice, the nine-petaled chrysanthemum spun up quickly and met the white-robed Daoist, only to hear a boom, the nine-petaled chrysanthemum collapsed, the white-robed Daoist's palm passed through the nine-petaled chrysanthemum, without pausing at all, and slapped towards Archmage Zimu's chest again!
And those floating pollen, after encountering the white-robed Taoist, unexpectedly could not get close, as if they were blocked by a transparent wall!
Zimu Archmage's face changed greatly, exerted his full strength, and swung out a palm to meet it, and the two palms collided, and the air currents were centered on the two, and rolled backward in all directions, and the sand and dust on the ground were lifted up, and drifted into the distance along with the air currents……. Strangely, Meng Fan and the chicken on the ground were not affected by the air currents, and were still in good shape.
"Your realm …… "Archmage Zimu rubbed back five or six steps, and after standing still, wow a mouthful of blood was spat out, the true qi within his body stirred, extremely painful, and he lost his voice, "You are… . the Earth Xuan realm!"
"Earth Xuan …… "Meng Fan's eyes narrowed, knowing that the Earth Xuan Realm was a realm above Spirit Condensation, but he wasn't overly shocked, he had even seen the Old Gods of the Transcendent Everlasting Habitat he had seen, and Earth Xuan wasn't that mysterious.
"This is thanks to my little friend." The white-robed Daoist inclined his head and grinned at Meng Fan, "Just broke through."
Archmage Zimu's face was cloudy, and he glanced at Meng Fan with great meaning, it was unexpected that Meng Fan could let someone break through to the Earth Xuan realm, listening to the conversation between the two of them just now, it was even a breakthrough with a chicken, this was really a bit sensationalized, and he thought that there must be a lot of secrets in Meng Fan's body, and regretted that he hadn't fought a quick battle just now and captured Meng Fan to ask him about what was going on, and that he had created a problem out of nowhere by now!
"Dare to ask the name of the Taoist Master, Grand Master Zimu will definitely ask the Taoist Master for advice in the future." Being suppressed by the other party's realm, Archmage Zimu didn't dare to fight any longer, and developed a desire to retreat.
"Taoist Chicken." The white-robed old Taoist smiled brightly, a proud look coming over his face as he reported this name.
"Chicken Taoist …… Chicken Taoist ……" Zimu Archmage silently recited this odd name, rapidly retreating backward, and disappeared after a few moments .
"Senior, why not leave the other party behind?" Seeing Archmage Zimu flee, Meng Fan skimmed his lips.
"Poor Tao has just broken through, the realm is not yet solid, moving hands is not beneficial to cultivation ……" The white-robed old Taoist laughed, "It is also just right to leave you with a motivation to cultivate, someone can't forget to want to kill you, I'm sure that you cultivate up, the speed to be a lot faster it."
"Good." Meng Fan smiled miserably, in that case, it was equivalent to having a knife hanging over his head, and it was impossible not to cultivate.
"That person is only the tenth level of Spirit Condensation Great Perfection, it's no problem for you to work hard to deal with him." The white-robed old Taoist said, reaching out and slapping his hand on Meng Fan's body, a huge and vast true qi immediately entered his body, driving the toxins away from his meridians.
Meng Fan only felt a heat in his throat and a bitter taste hit him, a mouthful of blood laced with toxins was about to be spewed out, but he swallowed it down alive ……
"Oh?" Seeing that Meng Fan did not spit the poisonous blood out of his body, the white-robed old Taoist froze, "Why is this, little friend?"