Chapter 1,275 Bu Fang Cai Lian, Lord Gou Is Shocked!

Forbidden Soul City.

central square.

The scene in the Huangquan River is reflected in the light curtain of the projection array.

At this moment, the entire square was silent, and everyone was shocked by the scene in the light curtain.

Many people present are from other small worlds and don't know much about hell.

In the past, few people had visited hell for inspection.

They only knew that Huangquan River was dangerous, but they had no idea how dangerous it was.

However, they know now.

Floating bones, roaring remnant souls...

The white lotus of forgetfulness, a floating boat, the soul fisher... the bloody palm.

This scene made them breathe quickly.

It was like facing an unimaginable experience.

The strong men in the abyss died. They escaped Bu Fang's revenge, but died due to their own greed.

Many powerful people from Hell also died. For Hell, it was simply a disaster.

Originally, Hell was the biggest gainer in this semi-final.

But facing the treasure Wangqinglian, they couldn't hold back their greed and took action.

As a result, he sank and floated at the bottom of the Yellow Spring River together with the strong men from the abyss.

The appearance of the soul fisher and the sound of the flute made everyone's hair stand on end.

If not for being interrupted by Bu Fang, many people present might have lost their minds.

And the conversation between Bu Fang and the soul fisher made many experts who watched the game through the light screen breathe quickly.

"Nine-petal Naihe flower?"

Many people gasped.

Although the nine-petal Naihe flower is not as precious as the nine-leaf underworld grass, it can still be regarded as a holy material. That kind of treasure is actually in the hands of this soul fisher.

But many people were also surprised.

The Soul Fisherman controls the path to Naihe Bridge, and the Naihe Flower grows on Naihe Bridge.

Therefore, it is normal for the old man to have a nine-petal Naihe flower.

"In exchange for your life?"

Bu Fang narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man. The old man's words seemed to come from a bad person.

This old man seems to be looking for excuses for what happened last time...

However, the Bu Fang of today is no longer the Bu Fang of before.

When Master Gou was there, Master Gou scared the old man away with just one look.

Now the latter is taking advantage of Master Gou's absence and seems to want to get back to where he was before.

At this point, Bu Fang couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

The aura of the soul fisher is very strong and mysterious, as if it is covered with a layer of fog, making it unpredictable.

But judging from the fact that Master Gou glared at him, the old man was completely pissed off.

This old man's cultivation level definitely cannot be that of a great sage.

If you reach the realm of the Great Sage, you won't be scared away by Master Gou's look.

The old man wore a bamboo hat and his eyes were downcast, as if they were cold.

He held a nine-petal Naihe flower in his hand with a sinister smile.

Bu Fang stared at him.

Stared for a long time.

"Have you decided? If you don't want to spend anything, just sacrifice your life, otherwise... let's not talk about it."

The old man said.

Bu Fang watched the old man step on the boat, swaying as if he was drifting towards the depths of the blood mist.

His eyes suddenly condensed.

"Then let me see... how strong you are as a soul fisher."

Bu Fang's heart moved.

The old man's flute sound could not break his own mind, which meant that the other party's mental power was not as strong as imagined.

In this case, you can give it a try.

In order to brew a peerless wine, Bu Fang also worked hard.

The figure fell down and stepped on the river as if 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's eyes narrowed.

Then, something clicked in my mind.

The spiritual thoughts immediately escaped, setting off a turbulent wave, and the aura on the body began to rise, reaching the realm of a little saint.

"I want the flowers, and I want my life."

Bu Fang said calmly.

The water under his feet suddenly exploded, and his whole body turned into a stream of light.

In an instant, as Bu Fang ran wildly, Huangquan River also exploded.

Go straight to the soul fisher's boat...

"Crazy!"

"Boss Bu is crazy...actually attacking the soul fisher?"

"That's the magic on the Huangquan River...how dare this little cook take action."

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Whether it was the people behind the light curtain or the legal officials and others on the Buddha's boat, they were all so shocked that they couldn't be more shocked.

It was completely unexpected that Bu Fang would dare to take action against the soul fisher who was so angry that he didn't even dare to breathe.

The soul fisher didn't seem to expect it either.

His eyes narrowed.

Suddenly furious.

"How brave! How dare you take action against me..."

The soul fisher became angry, and the surroundings of the boat suddenly exploded, with bloody water splashing out.

The aura of terror began to spread, rising inch by inch...

Buzz…

A powerful and oppressive aura suddenly filled the air, suppressing the entire audience.

A tearing sound.

As soon as the fishing rod was swung, the fishing line on it suddenly seemed to be cutting 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.

I immediately bought the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife.

Buzz…

The dragon bone kitchen knife trembled, and the sound of dragon roar echoed throughout the heavens.

boom!

The breath rises.

Bu Fang is suspended in the void.

The shadow of the Overlord appeared behind him, and the shadow of the Overlord almost condensed into substance. The Overlord was holding a knife.

The domineering sword flew across the sky and cut straight into the sky.

With one slash, the phantoms overlapped.

Thirteen knives turned into one...

Buzz...

This knife slashed across the air and collided with the fishing line.

Bang! !

Bu Fang's face changed slightly, and he felt the huge force coming from the fish hook.

That huge force actually broke his Thirteen Overlord Knives.

This old man is very strong...

However.

Bu Fang's eyes focused.

At most, he is at the fourth level of the Lesser Saint Realm!

Bu Fang had an estimate in his mind, and he immediately felt confident...

If it weren't for being in the forbidden Yellow Spring River, Bu Fang would have thrown out a Destruction Dry Pot.

Once the Destruction Dry Pot came out, at least this old guy could be blasted into obedience.

"How daring! A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger...I will send you to the afterlife!"

The old man roared.

Bu Fang looked at it indifferently.

His mind immediately sank into the sea of ​​spirit.

Afterwards, on Bu Fang's body, the sparrow feather robe suddenly burned with vermilion flames, and the flames soared into the sky. The scorching heat seemed to burn everything.

A bird's cry resounded from Bu Fang's body.

Bu Fang raised his head, and his hair spread out.

The next moment, as if facing the wind, it turned red.

The flame wings behind him also spread out, gently flapping, and the flame feathers flew...

Bu Fang opened his eyes, and there seemed to be flames burning in his eyeballs.

"I... finally came out to breathe!"

Red-haired Bu Fang, with a grin on his mouth, floated in the void, pinched his orchid fingers, and tapped his lips lightly.

On the Buddhist boat, the monk Fawu was confused.

Boss Bu... changed his hair color again?

This time... I have never seen red before!

Gold, white, black, and now there is a red? !

How many colors does this little chef want to change?

"Changing your hair color is your reliance on provoking me? The shame you suffered in the past will be paid today."

Boom! ! !

The old man held the fishing rod and slammed it on the Yellow Spring River.

Then, the fishing rod was lifted up on the surface of the Yellow Spring River.

Splash!

Water splashed.

The water swept and turned into a blood-colored dragon.

It was made of the water of the Yellow Spring River, huge and swaying.

The wings behind him flashed, and the red-haired Bu Fang looked at the blood-colored water dragon indifferently, curling his lips.

"In my life, I hate dragons the most... especially stupid dragons."

Bu Fang said.

"You, an old man who picks up rags on the river, dare to show off your dragon in front of me?"

Bu Fang's figure suddenly blurred in the void.

It was as if he was changing his shape and shadow, and his speed was like teleportation.

Suddenly he appeared on the head of the blood-colored water dragon.

He slapped the water dragon's head with one palm, and the whole water dragon exploded inch by inch...

Bu Fang, a first-level minor saint, used the spirit of the weapon to possess his body, and it seemed that he could fight against a fourth-level minor saint.

A flaming red bird broke free from Bu Fang's body, and flew away with a cry and roar.

The old man once again pulled out a water dragon, which collided with the flaming red bird.

The steaming white gas was constantly hazy, and the scene on the river surface suddenly became blurred.

The audience behind the light screen suddenly burst into an uproar and wailed.

Because they could not see the battle scene clearly.

They could only see a stream of red light, which kept teleporting, so fast that it was dazzling.

The battle seemed to be in full swing.

Boom...

The water splashed.

The red-haired Bu Fang landed on the river, frowned and looked at the old man in the boat.

"The little host is still too weak, otherwise I can beat this pretentious fisherman to death with a slap."

He whispered softly.

Suddenly.

The red hair faded.

The hair turned black again.

Bu Fang frowned, looking at the old man standing on the boat...

Even if the spirit of the weapon possessed him, relying on the Vermillion Bird, he might not be able to deal with the old man...

Although the old man's strength was not strong, his own strength was indeed a little worse.

Should he give up the Nine-petal Naihe Flower like this?

If the Nine-petal Naihe Flower was not found this time, Bu Fang's peerless wine would not have a chance to be brewed.

So, Bu Fang would never give up easily.

He fixed his eyes.

Bu Fang let out a long breath.

He touched the surface of the river with his toes.

He flew out immediately.

"Still coming...you young man, you won't cry until you see the coffin..."

Soul Fisher said.

However.

He had just finished speaking.

His eyes suddenly widened.

Because he found a dry pot in Bu Fang's hand.

The hot dry pot was floating, with high temperature and fragrance lingering on it.

But what made the soul fisherman even more nervous was...

The terrible fluctuations and pressure emanating from the dry pot.

That feeling...

made the soul fisherman's hair stand on end.

Splash.

The boat suddenly sank.

Bu Fang's figure landed on the boat, just one step away from the old man.

Bu Fang looked at the old man calmly...

"Can you give me the nine-petal Naihe flower? If you brew a peerless wine, I'll give you a jar."

Bu Fang looked at the old man calmly and said seriously.

Wine?

This young man wanted the nine-petal Naihe flower just to brew wine?

"Does the old man look like someone who needs a sip of wine?"

The soul fisherman said coldly.

"Like..."

Bu Fang held the Destruction Dry Pot in one hand, and answered after thinking seriously.

The old man's eyes glared, and he wanted to fight with Bu Fang.

Suddenly.

His eyes narrowed...

Because, in Bu Fang's other hand, another pot appeared...

The sharp sword energy instantly dissipated, as if it was going to cut the void.

"What is this..."

The old man's eyes were bloodshot, looking at the sword pot in Bu Fang's other hand, his whole body trembled.

If the Destruction Dry Pot was just a threat to him, then this sword pot... made him feel the terrible breath of death.

"Enough..."

"Nine-petal Naihe Flower, give it to you... But you must keep your word, and you must give me a jar of brewed wine."

I don't know if it was because of the power of the Destruction 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 the Nine-petal Naihe Flower to Bu Fang.

This made Bu Fang a little dazed. This old man... Where is your insistence?

"You have that dog backing you up, I can't stop you... If you want, you can take it away eventually..."

The old man put on his hat again and sat on the boat.

Bu Fang put away the destruction pot and sword pot, and took the nine-petal naihe flower handed over by the old man.

The rich spiritual energy rushed into Bu Fang's body, causing Bu Fang's eyes to suddenly condense.

Compared to a petal of naihe flower, the two are simply a world apart.

The naihe flower does not seem to be precious to the old man.

Give it to Bu Fang, it seems that he does not feel much pain.

Bu Fang got off the boat.

The old man sat on it, singing a ballad, floating and hiding in the blood mist, and there was a leisurely sound of a bone flute floating out and gradually dissipating.

Bu Fang looked at the old man in the distance and exhaled gently.

Put away the nine-petal naihe flower.

Bu Fang was about to go to the other side of the river.

Suddenly.

His body stagnated and his brows frowned.

He turned his head slightly.

His eyes suddenly condensed.

Under his feet, the white Forgetfulness Lotus was swaying and resting.

It was blooming with a gentle white glow.

"Forgetfulness Lotus..."

Bu Fang murmured.

Then he leaned down.

He raised his hand and gently grasped the lotus stem.

With a click.

The Forgetfulness Lotus was picked...

Boom! !

After the Forgetfulness Lotus was picked, Bu Fang's mind suddenly moved.

He raised his head suddenly.

He looked at the blood mist.

There...

In the blood mist, a bronze palace was floating out...

With a creak.

The tightly closed bronze door of the bronze palace suddenly opened a gap.

In the gap, there was a pair of eyes, staring at Bu Fang who was holding the Forgetfulness Lotus.

...

Huangquan Valley.

The Huangquan Great Sage, who was leisurely pinching a piece of grass and playing with it, suddenly trembled all over.

He turned his head in disbelief and looked at the Huangquan River...

The grass in his hand was broken by him.

"The Forgetfulness Lotus... was picked by someone? How could someone pick the Forgetfulness Lotus?!"

...

In the forbidden land of hell, in front of the Fallen God Cave.

The dog master, who was about to do something, was shocked.

His eyes widened.

"Bu Fang boy... you actually picked the Forgetfulness Lotus! This is a big deal..."

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