Chapter 1261 Where the Hell Is He?

Wandering Soul Realm.

Also known as the Wandering Ghost Realm.

It is a small world close to hell. This small world is very mysterious and practices ghost ways.

They are good at raising ghosts. The ghosts here are not ordinary ghosts, but a kind of ghost slaves that can sneak into the spiritual sea of ​​people and devour the soul bite by bite.

Many people are unwilling to deal with this small world because it is too scary.

The unknown is scary, because you don’t know when the other party will release a ghost slave to sneak into your spiritual sea and constantly devour your spiritual sea.

In the end, the whole person turned into a fool, completely lost his mind, and fell.

Even a small saint may be eaten alive, not to mention Bu Fang, a half-saint.

There are many first-class small worlds present.

The small worlds such as the Vajra Realm and the Western Sutra Small Buddha Realm are very strong.

But they are all extremely afraid of the Wandering Soul Realm.

Although in terms of comprehensive strength, the Wandering Soul Realm may not be as good as them, but they can’t stand the other party’s magical means.

Needless to say, the Vajra Realm, with its big breasts and no brains, was completely suppressed by the Wandering Soul Realm.

The Winged Man Valley, Hell and other small worlds were also very strong, but they had no means to deal with the Wandering Soul Realm.

They could win, perhaps by relying on their strong power to slowly consume the opponent.

But it was very difficult to achieve a crushing victory.

The Western Sutra Small Buddha Realm was the most capable of suppressing the Wandering Soul Realm among these small worlds.

After all, the Buddhist path of the Western Sutra Small Buddha Realm was a deadly means for the dark Wandering Soul Realm.

Every monk in the Western Sutra Small Buddha Realm who practiced Buddhism was in the process of constantly condensing relics, and condensing relics required strong mental power.

Therefore, the Wandering Soul Realm still had a hard time facing the Western Sutra Small Buddha Realm with strong mental power.

Everyone present knew the strength and advantages of the Wandering Soul Realm, so they became more and more pessimistic about Bu Fang.

They believed that although Bu Fang's means were powerful, he could fight against the four little saints.

But that kind of means was useless against the strong men in the Wandering Soul Realm.

After all, no matter how powerful Bu Fang's means are, his true strength is only that of a half-saint.

Can the mental power of a half-saint be comparable to that of a lesser saint?

For a half-saint, being able to condense a sense of God is considered good.

The levels of mental power are divided into sense of God, mind of God, and soul of God...

Being able to condense a sense of God is already considered a monstrous talent.

As for the mind of God, only the top monsters in the realm of lesser saints can condense it.

That is the crystallization of highly condensed mental power.

As for the soul of God, it cannot be a soul of God unless you are a great saint.

This is enough to illustrate the difficulty of condensing the soul of God.

Condensing the soul of God means that you have already touched the true realm of God.

Hiss hiss hiss...

A stream of black air rushed towards Bu Fang at a rapid speed.

The entire arena became completely dark in an instant, and the audience below had difficulty catching the figures of Bu Fang and the powerful man from the Wandering Soul Realm.

Everyone could only feel a stream of cold air whistling away.

It made the hairs all over people's bodies explode.

However, they could not see the figure at all.

They all felt so nervous, not to mention Bu Fang who was in the center of the vortex.

The means of the Wandering Soul Realm were indeed terrifying.

"Hehehe..."

"Do you know what the pain of purgatory is?"

"It is a kind of terror that the skin of the body is bitten inch by inch, the mental power is eaten away bit by bit, and the fear of watching oneself become food but unable to struggle and resist... That is a fear that you will never forget!!"

The little saint of the Wandering Soul Realm kept saying, and the cold laughter floated over the entire ring.

Bu Fang's face was very strange.

Bu Fang did not comment on the words of the little saint of the Wandering Soul Realm.

Of course he did not know about the torture of purgatory.

He did not want to know.

He grabbed the bandage and slowly tied his arm, and the black and white lines on the gluttonous arm emerged.

It was completely hidden by the bandage and could not be seen clearly.

Bu Fang's movements were very slow, careful, and very serious.

This posture seemed to anger the little saint of the Wandering Soul Realm!

"Looking for death!!"

A shriek.

The voice of the little saint from the Wandering Soul Realm suddenly rose, and then it seemed to explode in the entire ring.

It lingered in everyone's ears.

This strange scene made many people feel cold all over.

In this dark atmosphere, no one could see their figures clearly...

Because their mental power could hide and disappear their figures.

Tie a beautiful bow on the bandage on his arm.

Bu Fang slowly lowered his hands.

The next moment, his eyes moved.

He slowly looked to the right and sideways.

The head did not move, only the eyes moved.

That direction...

A face suddenly emerged in the darkness, with a grim smile on his face...

Suddenly.

That face met Bu Fang's sight.

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment.

"You can't see me..."

The little saint from the Wandering Soul Realm grinned coldly.

Then, like a wisp of green smoke, his figure began to float.

After a while, it floated away.

That face reappeared.

But...

Bu Fang's eyes moved slowly, following the movement of Qingyan, staring at him...

Hmm?

The pupils of the little saint of the Wandering Soul Realm suddenly shrank, and the next moment, all the hairs on his body seemed to explode!

Coincidence!

This must be a coincidence!

He couldn't have seen me. How could a half-saint see me!

Whoosh...

The little saint's figure dispersed like green smoke again.

When he gathered again, he met Bu Fang's eyes again.

Now all that was left was shock!

The little saint of the Wandering Soul Realm was almost scared to tears by Bu Fang's eyes.

Damn...

It has always been only him, the little saint of the Wandering Soul Realm, who pretended to be a ghost to scare people. When did people become so scary? !

"Go to hell!!!"

Unable to bear Bu Fang's gaze, the strong man of the Wandering Soul Realm screamed.

Then...

With a whoosh, it turned into a green smoke, entwining Bu Fang's mind.

It seemed to penetrate into Bu Fang's mind bit by bit.

Bu Fang lowered his hands, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

There was a whoosh.

Finally...

The black smoke from the Wandering Soul Realm rushed into Bu Fang's mind like a whale swallowing.

From above Bu Fang's head, it turned into a funnel-shaped vortex and drilled into Bu Fang's mind.

Everyone took a breath of cold air.

Staring at the ring.

The scene on the ring was completely presented in front of them.

Two figures stood.

Bu Fang, wearing a red and white sparrow feather robe, stood there with a blank expression.

Not far away from him.

The pale-faced Little Saint of the Wandering Soul Realm stretched his neck, hunched his back, his black hair fell down, covering his face, and through the fine hair gap, his eyes were red and stared at Bu Fang.

The two stood there motionless.

The wind blew, without causing any ripples...

"Hehehe... Success, the wandering soul entered the sea, this little cook is dead."

In the camp of the Wandering Soul Realm, the ghost-like figure suddenly laughed sharply, and a look of satisfaction appeared on her pale face.

And everyone under the ring gasped.

"It's over... Lost, the spirit power of the little saint of the Wandering Soul Realm drilled into the spirit sea of ​​the little chef?"

"Wait, this little chef may lose his mind... and become a complete fool."

"What a pity, the half-saint can fight four little saints, a very evil existence, but when he met the Wandering Soul Realm... I'm afraid he will become a fool."

...

The audience felt a pity.

When facing the strong men of the Wandering Soul Realm, the best way is to prevent the opponent's spirit power from invading the mind, only in this way can there be a chance to resist and win.

But once the spirit power is invaded, it means failure.

The means of the Wandering Soul Realm in the spirit sea...

There are simply a variety of methods, after all, what they are studying... is this method.

"Amitabha, Boss Bu... is in danger."

The eyes of the legal monk of the Xijing Small Buddha Realm suddenly condensed, clasped his hands together, sighed, and chanted a Buddhist name.

The strong men of the Abyss and the Vajra Realm stared coldly.

The birdmen wearing white jade masks in the Winged Man Valley smiled faintly.

The strong men of Hell watched curiously.

The Immortal Kitchen Realm.

On the square, everyone fell into silence.

They were all shocked by this strange method.

Fighting directly in other people's minds...this method is simply unprecedented.

They really learned a lot.

But...

Can the Great Demon King resist it?

The people in the Immortal Kitchen Realm couldn't help but get nervous, and everyone clenched their fists.

...

In Bu Fang's spiritual sea.

A black cloud swept in, and the black cloud instantly entered, accompanied by a long whistle and a cold laugh.

Boom! !

The spiritual sea suddenly surged with turbulent waves.

The strong man from the Wandering Soul Realm stepped on the black cloud and came riding on the clouds, his eyes full of greed and cruelty.

He was suspended above the spiritual sea.

Then his mind moved.

The next moment, a huge devil shadow suddenly appeared around his body.

The devil shadow was extremely greedy, opened his mouth wide, and sniffed deeply.

"What a pure spiritual power..."

The strong man from the Wandering Soul Realm almost drooled.

He didn't expect that Bu Fang, a mere half-saint, had such pure spiritual power, and the smell seemed to be better than that of a little saint like him.

"This time... I made a fortune!"

Boom! !

The black cloud swept and crushed towards the center of the spiritual sea, wanting to devour it inch by inch from that position.

The center of the spiritual sea.

Bu Fang's figure suddenly appeared.

Standing with his hands behind his back and expressionless.

The four spirits that were originally lying in the spiritual sea suddenly became energetic.

The white tiger's eyes turned and snorted proudly.

The golden dragon twisted its waist, its eyes sparkling.

"Little host, who are you going to let possess you this time? Choose me, choose me, choose me, Nicholas Shuailong, you will never regret it!"

The golden dragon shouted.

The Vermillion Bird rolled its eyes at the golden dragon, "You stupid dragon."

Bu Fang glanced at the four great spirits, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

There was a golden shadow in the sky above the spiritual sea.

It was a divine thought shadow, somewhat similar to Bu Fang.

"Huh?"

Suddenly.

The golden dragon and the Vermillion Bird both widened their eyes and looked into the distance of the spiritual sea.

There, a ball of black air swept in quickly...

"Little host... there is such a blind thing that ran into your spiritual sea?"

The Golden Dragon said in disbelief.

Bu Fang did not answer.

He turned his head expressionlessly and looked at the distance of the spiritual sea.

The black cloud pressed down on the city, bringing with it a rolling murderous aura.

"Hehehe..."

"It is really a pure and flawless spiritual sea. This kind of spiritual sea is absolutely delicious..."

In the black cloud, a figure came out of thin air.

The latter locked onto Bu Fang who was standing in the center of the spiritual sea at a glance.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hehehe... I found you!"

The little saint of the Wandering Soul Realm looked pale and excited.

Bu Fang looked at him indifferently.

Floating in the spiritual sea.

The Golden Dragon, Suzaku, White Tiger...all looked at him indifferently.

As for Xuanwu...he was still sleeping.

Beside Bu Fang, a spiritual shadow was sitting cross-legged.

The whole body of the divine thought shadow was golden, as if it was cast in gold, and its eyes were closed.

The strong man from the Wandering Soul Realm appeared in the spiritual sea and saw Bu Fang.

The second thing he saw was the divine thought shadow beside Bu Fang.

He really didn't recognize it at first glance.

However, when Bu Fang exhaled gently.

When the entire spiritual sea was surging with turbulent waves, he was stunned.

He was only concerned with feeling the pure breath of Bu Fang's spiritual sea before.

Now...

He was shocked to find out.

How could the spiritual sea of ​​this semi-saint be so... so big? !

And that golden shadow, how come it looks so much like the legendary... divine thought shadow?

Where the hell is he?

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