Chapter 321: A Shocking Harvest
The white tiger idol was about five meters tall, and Meng Fan, who was in the guise of a paper rat, followed the white rat as it traversed inside, sensing something strange.
After the white rat stopped, Meng Fan's sight swept past the white rat and saw a circular space, a white cotton wool-like mass, about the size of a baby's fist, emitting a gentle halo of light, floating within the circular space.
"Squeak."
The white rat gave a soft squeal, cultivation fluctuations appearing on its body as it walked over towards the ball of defeated cotton wool, its expression tinged with contentment, before it walked over to Meng Fan's side, standing on its body, and pointing at the ball of white cotton wool.
"Is this the thing that gave you the power of cultivation?" Meng Fan was curious and walked towards the white floss. The white rat followed beside him and nodded.
Meng Fan approached the mass of white floss and sensed the aura on the white floss, although it was bright and warm, it was filled with a domineering and savage aura, much stronger than the aura on Ah Fu. It was indeed nothing difficult for beasts to absorb this kind of thing, perceive the aura of heaven and earth, and step into the path of cultivation.
The white rat nodded its head and rubbed its small paws together, holding onto the top of the white floss and pushing it towards Meng Fan.
"Are you trying to give this to me?" Meng Fan couldn't help but ask, this thing was a good thing for an animal, just like pure heaven and earth aura was for a cultivator, once it was tainted, it would be hard to give it up for the rest of one's life.
"Squeak." The white rat nodded and pushed the white floss and headed out the door, resolute and determined, with an appearance of not stopping until it was given to Meng Fan.
"I'll take it then, many thanks!"
The white rat is tiny, must have finished absorbing, no longer needed, Meng Fan is not nagging, follow the white rat, outward, thoughts tumbling in his mind ……
Back then, it was widely rumored that the Tiger and Phoenix Palace had the existence of a white tiger and a spirit phoenix, this mass of white floss was hidden in the white tiger idol, it was probably the white tiger's essence that was transformed into the white tiger's spirit, moreover, the spirit phoenix should also have something similar!
This thing is of infinite benefit to him, the white tiger is, after all, one of the four spirits of heaven and earth, with this thing, he can easily deter the beasts, and under his deduction, even Ah Foo, seeing this mass of white wadding, will also be involuntarily submissive!
Or even …… subjugate the corpse puppet!
Tiger Yang Guan's corpse puppet was originally made from human corpses, and the dead souls that had erased their sanity were attached to it, which was equivalent to beasts!
Moreover, the Corpse Puppet Mystic Art was originally a remnant of the Tiger Phoenix Palace's Four Spirit Mystic Art, and when it encountered the White Tiger, one of the Four Spirits, it would surely submit!
By obtaining this mass of white flotsam, you can control the core power …… of the Tiger Yangguan Corpse Puppet!
The preciousness of such things could not be measured!
Thinking of these things, Meng Fan's heart and mind shook violently, his breathing was rapid, and even Meng Fan's true body, which was sitting outside with its knees crossed, was unable to remain calm!
As he pushed the cotton wool outside, Meng Fan hurriedly cut off the connection with the paper mice, and his true body stood up, holding the white wool in the palm of his hand, and was about to run his mind to absorb it, but unexpectedly, the Mark of the Ghost Chopping suddenly lit up, and automatically absorbed the white wool into it.
This all happened only in a snap of the fingers, but the night sky, the wind and clouds change steeply, the animals around the Tiger Yang Mountain, have prostrate on the ground, trembling and shivering, only the flying birds in the sky, as if frightened, quickly away from the ……
Meng Fan excitedly sucked in a breath and used his divine mind to perceive the scar of the Ghost Chopper, and found that the mass of white flotsam was slowly spreading inside, and although the speed of the spreading was very slow, it could still be detected, and what surprised him was that the white flotsam that was spreading was not integrated into the meridians, but directly entered his bone marrow and blood, and turned into a part of his body, which is unendingly alive and kicking!
"This gift …… is so heavy!"
Two streaks of essence shone within Meng Fan's eyes, and when the white rat saw it, it actually took two steps backward in a rather scandalous manner.
"Thank you, little one!"
Meng Fan closed his eyes and meditated, converging his outwardly dispersed aura, and when he opened his eyes again, they were crystal clear.
"Squeak." The white rat joyfully circled around Meng Fan twice, Meng Fan smiled and stretched out his hand, gently cupping the white rat in his palm, while the white rat took its small head and rubbed against Meng Fan's palm, followed by a leap and left.
"These three days have passed, it's really like a dream!"
Meng Fan tilted his head up and glanced at the night sky with a great deal of emotion, then he sat down on his knees and cultivated while observing the absorption of the White Floss with an excited expression.
But just at this time, there was a damp and cold wind that suddenly rolled in, a gray and yellow thick cloud layer pressed down, and the sky fluttered with icy rain, falling onto people's bodies wet and sticky, very uncomfortable, and the thick fog also came along with it to cover the sky, blocking one's vision.
"Is the heavens jealous of my good fortune?"
Meng Fan skimmed his lips and looked around, wanting to find a place to take shelter, but his eyes stared and focused on a direction.
Only to see a Corpse Puppet standing motionless in the darkness, its eyes glowing with red aura, its body diffused with a heavy fury, and it was staring at Meng Fan with murderous intent.
Following that, a second, third Corpse Puppet came out of the darkness, a total of four Corpse Puppets in a fan shape, facing Meng Fan directly.
"Uh, where are the inspection disciples, what's with these corpse puppets?"
Meng Fan knew that these were the Guardian Corpse Puppets, usually patrolling the periphery of the Tiger Yang Guan, and like now, running near the Scripture Building was a bit abnormal, so he spoke out to test the waters.
But before his words fell, several figures swept away into the distance, as if they were avoiding him.
"Tsk, it's indeed a good use of light."
Meng Fan shrugged and laughed bitterly, the one who could mobilize four Corpse Puppets and had the ability to detach the roving disciples, this person obviously had extremely deep connections in the squatters, and creating the current predicament should have been carefully designed.
"Could it be that even the weather was calculated?"
Meng Fan reached out and wiped the icy rain from his face, his body's aura flourished, and with a wave of his hand, he took out his Tang sword and pointed it in a direction.
"Come out, if I'm not mistaken, you should be Deacon Cao who has retreated to the second line and become a shrinking violet, right?"
A silhouette slowly walked out from the darkness and stood behind the four corpse puppets, his sight swept towards Meng Fan from the gap between the corpse puppets, and opened his mouth morosely, "Meng Niu Ba, you wasted Chang Shufeng, and insulted Elder Han of the Scripture Hall, and the Master of the Guan allowed you to contemplate for three days against the White Tiger God Statue, and with anger in your heart you went so far as to destroy the statue of the White Tiger God Statue, and it just so happened to be discovered by one of the inspection disciples, and he and you got into an You killed the inspecting disciple, how dare you, you've committed a heinous crime, do you know your crime?"
"Ha!" Meng Fan was dumbfounded at his words, "Cao Xiong, is your head filled with water? Let's leave other things aside for now, where was the White Tiger God Statue destroyed by me, the inspection disciples just all ran away, where did anyone die? Also, do you think that you and the four corpse puppets, even if they are high-level corpse puppets, can kill me? You're too eager to take revenge, aren't you? It's not like your style yet!"
"Not eager." Cao Xiong smiled coldly and waved his hand to the back, a figure walked out and threw a corpse on the ground with a thud.
"An inspection disciple has really died now." That silhouette had a sharp voice and narrow eyes, his body's aura erupted, it was clearly the seventh level of Spirit Condensation, "When you die, the White Tiger Idol will also be destroyed, Lord Mor Guan is very fond of the White Tiger Idol, and I'm sure he'll be very angry when it's destroyed by you."
"So it's Old Man Han, I'm not surprised that you showed up." Meng Fan's gaze turned cold and stern as he looked at the corpse, he also recognized it, it was one of Daoist Qiu's inner circle, then his eyes swept off into the distance, "Don't hide that high ranking person in the back, since they're all here, let's go on together."
With Meng Fan's words, another silhouette walked out and arched his hand at Meng Fan, "Meng Niu Ba, I'm not here to kill you, I'm just here to see how you die ……"