The statue of the White Tiger is about five meters tall, and Meng Fan, who is incarnated as a paper mouse, follows the white mouse through it and notices something strange. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After the white mouse stopped, Meng Fan's eyes swept over the white mouse and saw a circular space, a white cotton wool-like thing, about the size of a baby's fist, exuding a gentle halo, floating in the circular space.

"Squeak. ”

The white mouse screamed softly, and there were fluctuations in cultivation on his body, and he walked towards the mass of defeat, with a satisfied expression, and then walked to Meng Fan's side, stood up, and pointed at the white cat.

Is this thing that gives you the power of cultivation?" Meng Fan was very curious and walked towards Bai Xu. The white mouse followed him and nodded.

Meng Fan approached the white floc and sensed the aura on the white floc, although it was bright and warm, it was full of tyrannical aura, much stronger than the aura on Ah Fu's body. It is indeed not 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 mouse nodded, rubbed his little paws, helped him on top of the white cat, and pushed the white floc towards Meng Fan.

"Are you trying to give this thing to me?" Meng Fan couldn't help but ask, this thing is a good thing for animals, just like the pure heaven and earth aura is to a cultivator, once it is infected, it will be difficult to give up for the rest of his life.

"Squeak. The white mouse nodded, pushed the white floc and walked out, resolutely, looking like he would not give it to Meng Fan.

"Then I'll take it, thank you!"

The white mouse is tiny, it must have been fully absorbed, and it is no longer needed, Meng Fan is not verbose, he followed the white mouse, walked out, and his thoughts were tumbling in his heart......

Back then, it was rumored that there were white tigers and spirit phoenixes in the Tiger Phoenix Palace, and this white floc was hidden in the white tiger statue, which may be the spirit of the white tiger, and the spirit phoenix should have something similar!

This thing is of infinite benefit to him, after all, the white tiger is one of the four spirits of heaven and earth, with this thing, he can easily deter the beasts, under his inference, even if it is Ah Fu, he will involuntarily surrender when he sees this white cat!

Or even ...... Surrender the corpse golems!

The corpse puppet of Huyangguan was originally made of human corpses, and the souls of the dead who erased their sanity were attached to it, which was equivalent to beasts!

Moreover, the corpse puppet secret technique is the remnant of the four spirit secret techniques of the Tiger Phoenix Palace, and when you encounter one of the four spirits, the white tiger, you must surrender!

Obtaining this white floc can control the core power of the Tiger Yang Temple...... Corpse Golem!

The preciousness of this kind of stuff is immeasurable!

Thinking of these things, Meng Fan's heart was shocked, his breathing was short, and even Meng Fan's true body, who was sitting cross-legged outside, couldn't keep calm!

When pushing the cotton wool outside, Meng Fan hurriedly cut off the connection with the paper mouse, stood up, held the white wool in the palm of his hand, and was about to use the mental method to absorb it, but unexpectedly, the trace of the ghost slash suddenly lit up, and automatically absorbed the white wool.

All this happened in a snap of a finger, but the wind and clouds in the night sky changed sharply, and the animals around Huyang Mountain were crawling on the ground, trembling and trembling, only the birds in the sky, as if frightened, quickly moved away from the ......

Meng Fan took a breath excitedly, sensed the traces of the ghost slash with his divine thoughts, and found that the white floc was slowly spreading inside, although the speed of diffusion was very slow, but it could still be perceived, to his surprise, the diffusion of the white floc was not integrated into the meridians, but directly into his bone marrow and blood, turning into a part of his body, endless!

"This gift...... It's heavy!"

Meng Fan's eyes shone with two gleams, and when the white mouse saw it, he took two steps back quite fearfully.

"Thank you, little one!"

Meng Fan closed his eyes and meditated, reining in the breath that was scattered, and when he opened his eyes again, it was clear.

"Squeak. The white mouse happily circled around Meng Fan twice, Meng Fan smiled and stretched out his hand, gently holding the white mouse in the palm of his hand, and the white mouse rubbed Meng Fan's palm with his little head, and then jumped down and left.

"The past three days have really been like a dream!"

Meng Fan raised his head, glanced at the night sky, and was full of emotion, then sat cross-legged, while cultivating, while observing the absorption of white wadding, his expression was excited.

But at this moment, a damp and cold wind suddenly swept in, a gray and heavy cloud pressed down, and ice rain fell in the sky, falling on people's bodies wet and sticky, very uncomfortable, and the thick fog also came overwhelmingly, blocking people's vision.

"God, are you jealous of my good fortune?"

Meng Fan pursed his lips and looked around, trying to find a place to avoid, but his eyes were fixed and focused in one direction.

I saw a corpse puppet standing motionless in the dark, his eyes shining with red, and his body diffused with a thick evil aura, staring at Meng Fan with murderous intent.

Then, a second and third corpse puppets came out of the darkness, a total of four corpse puppets, fan-shaped, facing Meng Fan.

"Uh, what about the patrol disciples, what's going on with these corpse puppets?"

Meng Fan knew that these were corpse puppets, and they were usually patrolling around the periphery of Huyang Temple, and like now, it was a little abnormal to run near the Jing Tower, so he tried it out loud.

But before he could finish speaking, several figures flew away into the distance, as if avoiding him.

"Tsk, it's really easy to use the light. ”

Meng Fan shrugged his shoulders and smiled bitterly, he could mobilize four corpse puppets and have the ability to support the roving disciples, this person obviously had extremely deep connections in the dormitory, and the current predicament should have been carefully designed.

"Is it even the weather?"

Meng Fan stretched out his hand to wipe the ice rain on his face, his body was full of momentum, and with a wave of his hand, he took out the Tang knife and pointed in one direction.

"Come out, if I'm not mistaken, you should have taken a back seat and become Deacon Cao who shrunk his head as a turtle, right?"

A figure slowly walked out of the darkness, stood behind the four corpse puppets, and swept his eyes from the gap between the corpse puppets to Meng Fan, and opened his mouth with a clear mouth: "Mengniuba, you abolished the Changshu style, and insulted the Han seniors in the scripture hall, the master made you think about the White Tiger Statue for three days, you were angry in your heart, and you actually destroyed the White Tiger Statue, and happened to be discovered by an inspection disciple, and had a dispute with you, so you killed the inspection disciple, what a big courage, you are guilty of heinous crimes, can you be guilty?"

"Ha!" Meng Fan laughed dumbly when he heard this, "Cao Xiong, have you injected water into your head? Don't mention anything else, where was the White Tiger Statue destroyed by me, and the patrol disciples just ran away, how can anyone die? Also, do you think that with you and the four corpse puppets, even if they are high-level corpse puppets, they can kill me? Your desire for revenge is too eager, isn't it? This is not like your style!"

"Not in a hurry. Cao Xiong smiled coldly, waved his hand to the rear, and a figure walked out, plopping and throwing a corpse on the ground.

"Now there are really patrol disciples who have died. The figure had a sharp voice, narrow eyes, and an explosion of momentum on his body, which was the seventh level of condensation, "When you die, the White Tiger Statue will also be destroyed, and the Lord of Moguan cherishes the White Tiger Statue very much, and if you destroy it, he must be very angry." ”

"It turned out to be Old Man Han, I'm not surprised that you can appear. Meng Fan's eyes became cold, and he looked at the corpse, he also knew, it was one of Daoist Qiu's henchmen, and then his gaze swept into the distance, "Don't hide the master in the back, since they are all here, let's play together." ”

With Meng Fan's words, another figure walked out and arched his hand at Meng Fan: "Mengniuba, I'm not here to kill you, I'm just here to see how you died......" (To be continued.) )