Forbidden City.
central square.
In the light curtain of the projection array, the picture in the Huangquan River is being reflected.
At this moment, the entire square was completely silent, and everyone was shocked by the picture in the light curtain.
Many people present are from other small worlds, and they don't know much about hell.
In the past, few people have come to hell for investigation.
They only knew that the Huangquan River was dangerous, but they had no idea how dangerous it was.
However, they now know.
Floating bones, roaring remnants...
The white lotus of forgetting love, a floating boat, the soul catcher... the bloody palm.
This scene made them short of breath.
As if facing an unimaginable experience.
The powerhouses of the abyss were all dead. They escaped Bu Fang's revenge, but they died under their own greed.
A lot of powerful people in hell also died. For hell, it was a disaster.
Originally, Hell was the biggest beneficiary of this semi-final.
But facing the treasure Wangqinglian, they couldn't hold back their greed and made a move.
As a result, he sank and floated at the bottom of the Yellow Spring River with the abyss powerhouse.
The appearance of the soul catcher and the sound of the flute made everyone's hair stand on end.
If it wasn't interrupted by Bu Fang, many people present might have lost their minds.
And the dialogue between Bu Fang and the soul fisherman made many powerhouses who watched the game through the light curtain short of breath.
"Nine-petal Naihe flower?"
Many gasped.
Although the Nine-petal Naihe Flower is not as precious as the Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass, it can also be called a sacred fairy material. That kind of treasure is actually in the hands of this soul fisherman.
But many people are also stunned.
The soul catcher is in charge of the path to the Naihe Bridge, and the Naihe Flower grows on the Naihe Bridge.
So it is normal for the old man to have nine-petal Naihe flowers.
"In exchange for life?"
Bu Fang squinted his eyes and looked at the old man. What the old man said seemed to be a bad person.
This old man seems to be trying to find a place for what happened last time...
However, today's Bu Fang is no longer the original Bu Fang.
Back then, Master Dog was there, and with just one look from Master Dog, he scared the old man away.
Now the latter is also relying on the absence of Lord Dog, and seems to want to get back to the original place.
At this point, the corner of Fang Bufang's mouth couldn't help twitching.
The soul fisherman's aura is very strong and quite mysterious, as if covered by a layer of fog, making it unpredictable.
But judging from the fact that Master Dog stared at him, the old man was a shit.
This old man's cultivation is definitely impossible to be a great sage.
If he had reached the realm of the great sage, he would not be scared away by a look from Master Gou.
The old man was wearing a bamboo hat, his eyes were downcast, as if they were icy cold.
Holding the nine-petal Naihe flower in her hand, with a sinister smile.
Bu Fang stared at him.
stared for a long time.
"Have you decided? If you want Naihehua, you can trade your life for it, otherwise... there is no need to talk about it."
said the old man.
Bu Fang watched the old man stepping on the boat, which seemed to be drifting towards the depths of the blood mist.
His eyes suddenly froze.
"Then let me see... how strong you are, a soul fisherman."
Bu Fang's heart skipped a beat.
The sound of the old man's flute couldn't break his divine sense, which meant that the other party's spiritual power was not as strong as imagined.
That being the case, you can give it a go.
In order to brew a peerless wine, Bu Fang also worked hard.
He fell down and stepped on the river, like walking on flat ground.
The old man looked at Bu Fang with a faint smile, and the boat gradually disappeared into the hazy blood mist.
suddenly.
Bu Fang stared.
After that, my mind moved.
The divine thoughts dissipated immediately, setting off a turbulent wave, and the aura above the body began to climb, reaching the realm of a small saint.
"I want flowers, and I want lives."
Bu Fang said lightly.
The water splash under his feet exploded immediately, and the whole person turned into a stream of light, which came in an instant, followed by Bu Fang's wild rush, and the Huangquan River also exploded.
Straight for the soul fisherman's boat...
"Crazy!"
"Boss Bu is crazy... to attack the soul fisher?"
"That's the miracle on the Huangquan River... how dare this little cook make a move."
…
Whether it was the people behind the light curtain or the legal affairs and others on the Buddha boat, they were all shocked and nothing to add.
It was completely unexpected that Bu Fang would dare to make a move in the face of the soul fisherman who was so angry that he didn't dare to breathe.
The soul fisherman didn't seem to expect it either.
I squinted my eyes.
Immediately furious.
"How courageous! Dare to attack this old man..."
The soul fisherman got angry, and the surrounding area of the boat exploded, splashing blood-colored water.
The terrifying breath began to permeate, climbing inch by inch...
hum...
A powerful depressive atmosphere immediately filled the air, suppressing the audience.
There was a tear.
With a flick of the fishing rod, the fishing line on it immediately cut towards Bu Fang's head like a sharp sword blade, trying to cut Bu Fang's whole body in half.
Bu Fang's mind moved.
The keel kitchen knife started immediately.
hum...
The keel kitchen knife trembled, and the sound of dragon chant resounded through the heavens.
boom!
Breath rises.
The steps are suspended in the void.
A phantom of the Overlord appeared behind him, and the phantom of the Overlord almost condensed into reality, the Overlord was holding a knife.
The domineering sword cut across the sky, cutting straight into the sky.
With a single slash, phantoms overlapped.
Thirteen knives turned into one knives...
hum...
This knife cut across the air and collided with the fishing line.
boom! !
Bu Fang's complexion changed slightly, and he felt the huge force coming from the fishhook.
That huge force actually broke through his Overlord Thirteen Knives.
This old man is strong...
but.
Bu Fang's eyes froze.
At most four turns to the small holy land!
With a prediction in his mind, Bu Fang immediately gained confidence...
If it wasn't for being on this taboo Yellow Spring River, Bu Fang would have thrown out the pot of destruction long ago.
As soon as the cauldron of destruction comes out, at least this old guy can be beaten to be honest.
"How bold! A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger... This old man sends you to the next life!"
The old man let out a long howl.
Bu Fang watched indifferently.
The mind suddenly sank into the spiritual sea.
Afterwards, above Bu Fang's body, the sparrow feather robe suddenly blazed with vermilion flames, the flames soared into the sky, and the scorching high temperature seemed to burn everything.
A bird cry resounded from Bu Fang's body.
Bu Fang raised his head, and the hair on his head was scattered.
The next moment, as if facing the wind, it turned into a crimson color.
The flame wings on the back are also spread out, gently flapping, and the fire feathers are flying...
Bu Fang opened his eyes, and there seemed to be flames burning in his eyeballs.
"My old lady... finally came out to breathe!"
The red-haired Bu Fang, grinning at the corners of his mouth, floated in the void, pinched his orchid fingers, and tapped his lips.
On the Buddha boat, the legal monk looked confused.
Boss Bu... How the hell did he change his hair color
This time... I have never seen crimson!
Gold, white, black, and now a red? !
How many colors does this little chef want to change
"Changing hair color, is that what you rely on to provoke the old man? The shame of the past, today."
boom! ! !
The old man held the fishing rod and slammed it on the Huangquan River.
Afterwards, on the surface of the Huangquan River, the fishing rod was immediately lifted.
Crash!
Water splashes.
The water swept over and turned into a blood-colored dragon.
It was transformed with the water of the Yellow Spring River, and it is extremely huge, with teeth and claws.
The wings flickered on the back, and the red-haired Bu Fang looked at the bloody water dragon lightly, and twitched the corner of his mouth.
"In old age, I hate dragons the most... especially stupid dragons."
Bu Fang Road.
"You old man who picks up trash on the river, how dare you show off your dragon in front of my old lady?"
Bu Fang's figure was suddenly blurred in the void.
It seems to change shape and change, and the speed is like teleportation.
Suddenly, it appeared on the head of the bloody water dragon.
A palm was slapped on the head of the water dragon, and the whole water dragon exploded inch by inch...
With the steps of the little sage at the first turn, and using the weapon spirit possession, it seems that he can fight against the little sage at the fourth turn.
A flaming vermilion bird broke free from Bu Fang's body, roaring and roaring away.
The old man hoisted out a water dragon again, and collided with the flame Suzaku.
The transpiring white air is constantly misty, blurring the picture on the river all at once.
The audience behind the light curtain burst into an uproar and howled.
Because they can't see the battle screen clearly.
All I could see was a crimson stream of light, which kept teleporting at a speed so fast that it was dizzying.
The battle seemed to be heating up.
boom…
Splashes exploded.
The red-haired Bu Fang landed on the river, frowned and looked at the old man in the boat.
"The strength of the little host is still too weak, otherwise, this old lady can kill this pretentious fisherman with a single slap."
He murmured softly.
suddenly.
The red hair is gone.
Hair turned black again.
Bu Fang frowned, looking at the old man standing on the boat...
Even if it is possessed by a spirit, relying on Suzaku, it may not be able to handle the old man...
Although the old man's strength is not strong, his own strength is indeed weaker.
Is it necessary to give up the nine-petal Naihe flower like this
If the Nine-Petal Naihe Flower is not found this time, then Bu Fang's peerless wine will not have a chance to be brewed again.
Therefore, Bu Fang will never give up easily.
The gaze is fixed.
Bu Fang let out a long breath.
Tiptoes a little on the river.
The figure flew out immediately.
"Come on... You young man won't cry until you see the coffin..."
Said the soul fisherman.
However.
He had just finished speaking.
The eyeballs stared suddenly.
Because he found a dry pot in Bu Fang's hand.
The hot dry pot is floating and sinking, the high temperature is permeating it, and the fragrance is lingering.
But what makes the soul fisher palpitate even more is...
The terrifying fluctuations and coercion emanating from the dry pot.
that feeling...
It made the soul fisherman's hairs stand on end.
Crash.
The boat sank suddenly.
Bu Fang's figure landed on the small boat, only one step away from the old man.
Bu Fang looked straight at the old man indifferently...
"Nine-petal Naihe flower... can you give it to me, if a peerless wine is brewed, I will share it with you."
Bu Fang looked at the old man indifferently, and said seriously.
liquor
This young man wants the nine-petal Naihe flower just to make wine
"Does the old man look like someone who is short of a sip of wine?"
The soul fisher said coldly.
"picture… "
Bu Fang held the Destroying Dry Pot in one hand, and after serious thinking, he answered.
The old man's eyeballs stared, wishing he could go all out with Bu Fang.
suddenly.
His eyes narrowed...
Because, another pot appeared in Bu Fang's other hand...
The sharp sword energy dissipated instantly, as if it wanted to cut through the void.
"What's this… "
The old man's eyes were tearing apart, looking at the sword pot in Bu Fang's other hand, his whole body trembled.
If it is said that the destruction of the dry pot is only a threat to him, then this sword pot... makes him feel the terrible breath of death.
"enough… "
"Nine-petal Naihe flower, here you are... But you keep your word, and you must give me a jar of brewed wine."
I don't know if it was due to the power of destroying the dry pot and the sword pot, or some other reason.
The old man who had been entangled with Bu Fang for a long time suddenly chose to give Bu Fang the Nine Petal Nai He Flower.
Bu Fang was slightly dazed by this concession, this old man...you agreed to stick to it
"You have that dog backing you, I can't stop it... If you want it, you can take it after all..."
The old man put on his bamboo hat again and sat on the boat.
Bu Fang put away the Destruction Dry Pot and Sword Pot, and took the nine-petal Naihe flower handed over by the old man.
The rich aura rushed into Bu Fang's body, making Bu Fang's eyes suddenly focus.
Compared with a single Naihe flower, there is simply a world-like gap between the two.
Naihe flowers do not seem to be precious to the old man.
Giving it to Bu Fang didn't seem to feel much distressed.
Bu Fang got off the boat.
The old man sat on it, sang songs, and disappeared into the blood mist, and the sound of the bone flute floated out, gradually dissipating.
Bu Fang looked at the old man in the distance and let out a soft breath.
Put away the nine-petal Naihe flower.
It is convenient to walk to the other side of the river.
suddenly.
His body froze and he frowned.
He turned his head slightly.
His eyes suddenly narrowed.
Under his feet, the white Wangqing lotus dangled and docked.
Gentle white brilliance blooms.
"Lotus of Forgetfulness..."
Bu Fang murmured.
Then leaned down.
He raised his hand and gently grabbed Liandi.
Click.
The Wangqinglian was picked up...
Rumble! !
After the Wangqinglian was picked, Bu Fang's mind suddenly moved.
He raised his head violently.
Looking at the blood mist.
there…
In the blood mist, there is a bronze palace floating out unsteadily...
There was a crunch.
The tightly closed bronze door of the bronze palace suddenly opened a gap.
In the gap, there is an eye, staring at Bu Fang who is holding the Wangqinglian.
…
Huangquan Valley.
The Great Sage of Huang Quan, who was leisurely holding a blade of grass and playing with it, suddenly trembled all over.
Unbelievably turned his head to look at Huangquan River...
The grass in his hand was broken by him.
"Wangqinglian...was picked by someone? How could someone pick the Wangqinglian?!"
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Forbidden place in hell, in front of the Fallen God Cave.
Master Gou, who was about to do something, trembled.
The dog's eyes widened.
"Boy Bufang...you actually picked the lotus of forgetting love! This is a big event..."