Chapter 188: Tiger Yang Concepts Creates Things Everywhere
The cold wind on the Bitter Training Cliff pierced the bones of the bones, and there was a depression between heaven and earth, and the wailing sounds were constantly emitted from within those caves, and let people listen to their hearts jumping in fear.
Only the ninety nine cave is a little different …… The door panels of the cave are taped tightly, and the alcohol stove radiates warm heat, making the inside as warm as spring, and Meng Fan is lying on the bed as if he is basking in the blazing sun of Yangchun March, and he is all a little drowsy.
However, his brows were slightly furrowed as he muttered to himself, "This Dream Dao art is too subtle …… It's hard to cultivate it."
The blood soul that had been summoned by the Cao brothers was standing outside Meng Fan's cave in a frozen daze, not allowed to enter, and resentment was rolling around in its body and letting it have a hideous description ……
It was also right at this moment that Meng Fan felt that the grotto was getting a little stuffy, so he walked down the bed and tore a slit in the tape on the door panel, and some cool air filtered in, which made him feel a little better.
This unintentional act just let that anxious blood soul find an opportunity, and its body immediately transformed into a wisp of blood mist, drilling in through the gap in the door panel!
That blood soul was filled with Cao Mang's resentment, and as soon as it saw Meng Fan, it pounced up miserably and caged itself on Meng Fan's body!
"What the hell?"
Meng Fan only saw a red mist in front of his eyes, before making any countermeasures, the piece of blood mist on his body will be in his ears to send out a murmuring voice, seems to be reciting a kind of Taoist scripture, but also seems to be in a low voice cursing, blurred hearing is not true ……
Just two or three seconds of time, Meng Fan felt in a trance, his face became white as paper, a blood red in front of his eyes, and then his body was soft, collapsed on the marching bed, and the murmuring sound is still endless, his breath rapidly weakened, afraid to continue for a few more seconds, he will be unable to return to the sky.
At the critical moment, a sudden change, Meng Fan's chest of the ghost chopping marks, began to emit fluorescence, and then the light covered Meng Fan's whole body, the blood soul then suddenly disappeared in the light, as if evaporated out of thin air.
After the fluorescent light absorbed the blood soul, it quickly shrank back into the Ghost Chopping Trace, and there were no more abnormalities.
Soon, Meng Fan's face became rosy, he felt that his mind was in a trance, and he suddenly went into a sleep, and the Dream Dao Art's mind method, unexpectedly, automatically operated, and the kind of godly wandering sensation that he had during the daytime reappeared, and he detected his consciousness, and began to slowly detach from his body, and worked his way outward to break free……. Unfortunately, the final Just a little bit short of success.
"A little bit interesting ……"
Everything came and went quickly just now, Meng Fan rubbed the Ghost Chopping Mark on his chest, this wound that had been chopped out by the Faceless General's Ghost Blade and healed with Chirin'er's blood was slightly red and slightly hot at the moment.
Unsure, Meng Fan scratched his head and looked at the door panel of the cave somewhat ruefully, murmuring, "Could this be a creation?"
He smiled, licked his lips, and the light in his eyes flickered, "It would be good if that thing …… came again ……"
And in the Cao brothers' room, Cao Mang's face suddenly changed, suddenly feeling that the connection between himself and the Blood Soul was suddenly lost, somewhat puzzled, he asked, "Brother, something's not quite right, how do I feel that the Blood Soul has suddenly been lost?"
"Lost?" Cao Xiong froze for a moment, "Are you kidding, how could the blood soul be lost!"
"Really ah, I can't feel the existence of the blood soul anymore …… Did it fall below the cliff?" Cao Mang looked at his elder brother, "Or has …… already cursed Meng Niu Ba to death and completed the mission?"
"Uh ……," Cao Xiong took a closer look at Cao Mang's face, "I don't think so, if Meng Niu Ba is cursed to death, the grievances will dissolve and you'll feel refreshed… . how do you feel now?"
"I'm now annoyed as hell when I hear you say Meng Niu Ba's name."
"Definitely not dead." Cao Xiong stood up, "I'll go to the squatter's room to take a look at the mother talisman of the Heavenly Hearing Talisman, if Meng Niu Ba was cursed to death, then the blood qi on the mother talisman that corresponds to him will dissipate, wait for me."
After saying his words, Cao Xiong hurriedly went out, after arriving at the squatter's room, the disciple who was on duty saw Cao Xiong coming and thought that he had come over to check on the guard, and busily stood up to greet him.
Cao Xiong asked straight away, "What's the situation with those registered disciples on the Bitter Cultivation Cliff?"
The disciple on duty pointed to a pair of two-meter-high, half-meter-wide Heavenly Hearing Rune Mother Charms affixed to the wall, and reported to Cao Xiong, "One hundred and twenty-one caves, the occupying disciple, due to violation of the rules, privately left the caves, encountered the corpse guile that was guarding the Bitter Cultivation Cliffs, and fell off the cliffs to his death, and the Soul Extracting Kid has already extracted his soul and deposited it to the Soul Library."
Cao Xiong nodded, "Come when you want to come, leave when you want to leave, when the Tiger Yang Guan is what kind of place is it, such a person's death is not enough to be spared, are there any other anomalies?"
"No more."
"How about that Meng Niu Ba?"
"Meng Niu Ba lives in cave number ninety-nine, everything is normal."
Hearing the disciple's words, Cao Xiong glanced at the pattern on the mother talisman representing the ninety-ninth cave, and seeing that the blood qi on it was thick, his face changed slightly, and without another word, he left straight away.
That disciple saw Cao Xiong left, muttered, "What in the world is the origin of this Meng Niu Ba ah, is not Deacon Cao and him have a problem How …… does he seem quite concerned about him?"
After returning to the room, Cao Xiong grimaced and said to Cao Mang, "Meng Niu Ba is not dead, it is the blood soul that has problems."
"Ah ……" Cao Mang's face was pale due to the loss of blood during the day and the bowl of blood he had just put in, "Is …… the blood soul killed by Meng Niu Ba Ah?"
"Absolutely no such possibility!" Cao Xiong shook his head, "Because the Blood Soul was summoned by your blood, if it was killed, you would suffer a backlash and it would never be as easy as it is now."
"Is it hard to believe that something is wrong with your technique?"
"I'm afraid that this is the case, magic spells do have a chance of failure ……"
The Cao brothers discussed again and planned to do it again, Cao Mang gritted his teeth and changed his wrist this time, letting out another bowl of blood, after letting out the blood, his lips were devoid of blood, but his expression was still very excited, saying to Cao Xiong, "Brother, don't have any problems this time!"
Cao Xiong nodded, casting the spell with extra seriousness, once again summoning a blood soul to come, this time the blood soul consumed a lot of Cao Xiong's true qi and was obviously more powerful than the last one, when his eyes opened, his eyes burst with a cold and harsh blood light, it was very horrifying!
Cao Xiong carefully scrutinized this blood soul and found that there was no problem before he nodded with satisfaction and released this blood soul ……
And inside the ninety-ninth cave on the Bitter Cultivation Cliff, Meng Fan tore a large gap in the tape on the door panel, stared at the gap with anticipation, and licked his lips, "The Tiger Yang Concept is really a good place, there are creations everywhere …… Will that thing ever come back with another one again?"