Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 442: Chapter 224: Daoist Divine Techniques, Feathered Robe! Human Xiao Appears_3

The turbulent [Thunder True Flame] suddenly arrived, the blazing fire burned fiercely, the thunder shook, and the terrifying power completely blocked Zhang Fan’s retreat.

”Eight Desolates Fire Dragon!”

Almost at the same moment, eight streaks of fire light soared into the sky, as if spurred by madness, extremely chaotic.

This move was almost infinitely close to the Great Success power of the [Fire Dragon Pill Sword], and it was also Zhang Fan’s killer move that could arise instantly.

Rumble...

The scarlet firelight illuminated the vast night, the eight fire dragons snarled ferociously, intertwining with each other, like great stars streaking across the sky, crashing towards Meng Qinghuan, the terrifying power directly crumbling the walls on both sides of the alley, exposing the garbage dump next to it.

Bang bang bang...

Several explosions echoed, the Thunder True Flame, like a revived fierce beast, the thunder as sharp claws, the true flame like tusks, actually tore apart the scarlet light condensed by the [Eight Desolates Fire Dragon].

”It’s broken!” Xu Qinglai, Lanting Bamboo rejoiced greatly.

Rumble...

The Thunder True Flame surged over like a vast sea of fury, covering the sky towards Zhang Fan.

”Nine Dragons Divine Fire Shield!”

At this moment, in that subtle gap, Zhang Fan finally summoned his killer move.

Nine fire dragons soared into the sky, entwining and weaving together, like a giant shield sealing all directions, isolating ten lands, surprisingly enclosing Meng Qinghuan and the Thunder True Flame together.

In an instant, the high temperature and high pressure released by the nine fire dragons pressed inward, the thunder shook, collapsing in an instant, the true flame like sharp claws also twisted and deformed.

”This... what kind of Fire Technique is this?” Xu Qinglai’s face changed dramatically.

In the blink of an eye, the situation reversed, and Meng Qinghuan became a turtle in a jar.

”Great Success in Fire Technique!?”

Meng Qinghuan looked at the barrier formed by the nine fire dragons, feeling the rapidly rising temperature and high pressure around, her gaze towards Zhang Fan finally revealing a trace of dread.

”I am starting to believe that you are a disciple of Transcendent Zhenren, even a mere High Skill, has forced me to this point.” Meng Qinghuan sighed.

”If you have any other means, don’t be reluctant to use them.” Zhang Fan said expressionlessly, returning Meng Qinghuan’s earlier mockery exactly.

Next, with a mere thought, the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Shield converged in a killing move, pressing down on Meng Qinghuan with terrifying firelight and high pressure.

”Feathered Robe!”

Suddenly, a leisurely voice echoed from within the blazing firelight.

In the next moment, the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Shield, manifesting supreme ferocity, surprisingly crumbled inch by inch, the surging firelight gradually dissipating into nothingness.

”Hmm!?”

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, his eyes focused, and saw Meng Qinghuan slowly walking out from the remnant firelight, her entire body shrouded in mystical mist, emitting an intoxicating glow.

This cloud of mist was like her attire, rippling with her every movement.

Amidst this mist, she surprisingly felt like she was slowly floating, her feet leaving the ground.

”Daoist Divine Techniques!?” Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

Meng Qinghuan was not only a notable talent of Qi Yun Mountain but also a member of the Divine Power Association.

The divine technique she awakened was called [Feathered Robe], with this divine technique, not only could she defend against various techniques, she could even levitate.

”Feet on the ground, still just a mortal.”

Meng Qinghuan, though only three inches off the ground, seemed as distant as heaven and earth, looking at Zhang Fan with pity as if she were a different creature.

”It’s over!!”

Meng Qinghuan mercilessly declared the end, the cloud mist ethereal, like a Feathered Robe, presenting an enchanting dream.

”Divine Techniques, huh? I really didn’t want to use them here...” Zhang Fan sighed helplessly.

Thud...

Just then, his expression changed suddenly, his eyes shining sharply.

A sudden change occurred.

An eerie figure appeared out of nowhere, without any warning, behind Meng Qinghuan, its broad hand directly pierced through her chest, violently extracting a beating heart.

In the dark night, under the moonlight, that person seemed to stand in shadow, wearing a mask on their face, one stroke, one stroke tattooed like a totem...

It was a ”Human” symbol.

”Human Xiao!?”