Chapter 262: Robbing and Killing Meng Fan
"How did you know the secret of the Netherworld?"
Meng Fan was curious about Ye Xiaoxiang knowing about this, this kind of thing was not something that could be known simply.
"It's not hard to know this." Ye Xiaoxiang smiled, "It's recorded inside the half book of secret arts that Phoenix Yi Guan obtained, and all the successive Guan Masters of Phoenix Yi Guan knew about this, they just never talked about it to the public."
"I see." Meng Fan nodded, and after a moment of silence, he then said, "I can help you with the task …… you mentioned."
With those words, he turned around and walked out the door, and the folded ear cat looked at Meng Fan, its gaze filled with reluctance.
Ye Xiaoxiang leaned down and picked up the cat, looking at Meng Fan's back, softly saying a word of thanks, followed by a touch of a strange color emerging in her complexion.
"He probably …… already knew the secrets of the netherworld a long time ago." Ye Xiaoxiang murmured, "His complexion is very clear."
And Meng Fan had just walked out of Ye Xiaoxiang's mansion when he encountered a heavenly trouble ……
"It seems that the secrets of the netherworld are not only known to the old gods."
"This trip wasn't in vain, at least I know Feng Yi's intentions, and it doesn't seem malicious at the moment."
Walking out from Ye Xiaoxiang's mansion, Meng Fan's tightly wrinkled brow gradually stretched out, and even felt that once he went undercover to a degree, the matter of overthrowing the Tiger Yang Guan, he could also utilize the power of the Fengyi Company, and thought that it would be twice as easy with half the effort.
The night was as dark as ink, the cold wind blew across his face, Meng Fan touched his face, the wound that was scratched out by the cat already felt nothing.
"Ye Xiaoxiang's magic is amazing, if Shangguan Ning's chest was touched by her, that scar, tsk!"
As Meng Fan was thinking about it, he took a few steps forward, then stopped again, his gaze condensed, looking straight into the darkness in front of him, there was a dark shadow that appeared steeply, walking towards him, exuding a palpitating cultivation fluctuation, which surprisingly let Meng Fan not be able to see through it for a moment.
"Young man ……," the black shadow was shrouded in a black robe, like a dead man coming out of the darkness, his footsteps were soundless, "Having killed my people, are you going to give me an explanation?"
The man's voice sounded raw, not like a native cultivator, Meng Fan's heart was startled, and he instantly knew what this black shadow was from.
"Archmage Zimu!"
Meng Fan's voice was deep, and he roughly guessed the person's origin. On the night they descended the mountain, he and Han Yu had encountered an ambush by wolves and proceeded to kill an Eastern Samurai, and when that Samurai died, he said, "Archmage Zimmu will not let you go.
"Not bad." The black shadow stopped ten meters in front of Meng Fan, "Looks like I didn't find the wrong person."
"How did you know that I killed the person." Since the person had already come to the door, they should be in possession of solid evidence, Meng Fan didn't deny it, "Dead people shouldn't be able to speak."
The corpse of that Eastern Samurai was still in his Qiankun space, and Han Yu naturally wouldn't be able to casually tell people about it.
"Young man, my people are not that easy to kill." The black shadow's voice was hoarse, "Those who kill me will carry my spell on their bodies, even if they hide to the ends of the earth, I will be able to find you out."
"So that's how it is." Meng Fan skimmed his lips, then turned his true qi to check his body, but found nothing unusual.
"This spell is a Soul Curse with no solution." The black shadow said, "But you don't need to be afraid, this spell won't hurt anyone, my Nine Chrysanthemums Sect has always practiced justice, you killed my disciple, I will naturally kill you with the rightful method, and that's why the old man is here today."
"Nine Chrysanthemum Sect ……" Meng Fan stared at the words, never heard of the Nine Chrysanthemum Sect as a sect, and must not be a native sect.
"The Nine Chrysanthemum Sect hasn't appeared in this great land for a long time, and many people have forgotten about it. Just as well, I'll let you see it today, but unfortunately, you are going to die."
After that old man spoke, he waved his black robe, and a cloud of yellow smoke, emitting luminescence, surged towards Meng Fan in an overwhelming manner.
"Pollen?"
Meng Fan took a whiff of the strange fragrance, his complexion changed slightly, and he only felt his heart palpitate and his soul unsteady, and he hastily retreated backwards.
"Nine Chrysanthemum Emblem Seal!"
That old man didn't care that Meng Fan dodged away, pinching a finger, a brilliant yellow chrysanthemum emerged from the smoke, transforming into a ball of yellow light, blasting toward Meng Fan.
"Dream Dao Technique!"
That Eastern Evil Scholar that day was already tricky enough, in front of this old man, Meng Fan didn't dare to be careless, and immediately cast the Dream Dao Technique, which enhanced his sensory abilities and speed, sidestepping the yellow light, and with a raise of his hand, he took out his Tang Blade again, and swung it towards the old man, and at the same time, casting the Blazing Flame Technique, a Fire Crow detached from his hand, and blasted it towards the old man! With a single strike, he shocked the heavens and the earth!
"Returning Spring Blossom!"
That old man's expression was flat, he didn't dodge, his hands unsealed in front of his chest, and that chrysanthemum instantly turned back, and with a bang it exploded in the air, transforming into countless petals, which split into two clusters, and at a staggering speed, one clusters blasted on top of the Fire Crow, and one clusters blasted towards Meng Fan!
"Boom!"
The fire raven and the mass of petals collided and exploded in the air, igniting a ball of flame that illuminated the old man's face, which was furrowed and gullied, like the bark of a withered tree, extremely ugly.
"Boom!"
Seeing the Fire Crow being broken, Meng Fan's heart sank as he raised his Tang Blade and slashed down fiercely towards another mass of flower petals, and with a loud boom, the flower petals were split apart by Meng Fan, and then instantly coalesced together again.
Seeing those petals bizarre, Meng Fan's complexion revealed a touch of scorn, his body shape retreated sharply, and after standing still, his face changed drastically, and he fiercely realized that his body was stained with a layer of yellow powder, emitting a strange fragrance.
"With the cultivation of the fourth level of Spirit Condensation …… in the district," that old man said, walking slowly towards Meng Fan, "to have achieved this level, it's already very good. Even a cultivator of the fifth level of Spirit Condensation should have died just now."
The old man did not spare words of praise, but Meng Fan did not have a trace of happiness when he heard it, his footsteps kept retreating backward, he knew very well in his heart that this old man's cultivation had already reached a terrifying level, even if he was at the fifth level of Spirit Condensation or the sixth level, I'm afraid that he would be hanging tonight!
"However, you shouldn't have killed my people." That old man flipped his palm, pinched out a hemp rope with both fingers, and said indifferently, "Nine Chrysanthemum Soul Extraction!"
Before the sound of his voice fell, the hemp rope suddenly grew longer and flew towards Meng Fan, and when Meng Fan wanted to swing his sword to cut the hemp rope and mobilize his true qi, his body suddenly shook, and he could no longer move halfway!
"Paper Man!"
At the critical moment, Meng Fan's mind moved, and ten paper people appeared out of thin air, holding sharp blades, and split into two groups, one group going to block the twine, while the other group, killing towards the old man!
"This is ……" the old man's face for the first time revealed a color of surprise, "Paper people? This big land, there are still cultivators practicing this kind of ghost art, tonight is not in vain ……"