Chapter 1301: The Great Sage Grants a Palm, and Hades Comes Out of Retreat

Death Food Vessel…Crazy Sword Pot.

Bu Fang’s faint voice resounded throughout the sky, as if it had swept across the entire city at this moment.

Everyone seemed to be awakened by this voice.

The assassin from the Black Palace had never expected that Bu Fang would actually take the initiative to counterattack.

What could this first-turn little saint use to fight back?

The gap between the first-turn little saint and the ninth-turn little saint was like a chasm.

This was also the reason why he was ecstatic when the strong men from the Holy Puppet City did not take action, because once the strong men from the Holy Puppet City did not take action, he would have enough time to wipe out this little cook.

He had enough time to eat this kid.

Boom! !

A khaki casserole floated in Bu Fang’s hand.

The lid of the casserole was opened, and fragrance and heat permeated from it, and the bright light was dazzling and eye-catching.

In the dark night sky, the casserole was as bright as a diamond.

Buzz...

An invisible wave spread out from the sword pot, and the terrifying power made everyone present feel a palpitation.

That's right...

It was palpitation.

This feeling was as if something terrible was about to be released.

The moment Bu Fang took out the sword pot, Zhang Qiubai's skin was covered with goose bumps, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

He took a deep breath, and his face was full of incredible things.

Because he felt the sword intent.

The majestic sword intent, this sword intent may not be strong, and may not even be as strong as his own sword intent.

But...

It can't withstand this sword intent.

It's so dense, as if it wants to destroy the world.

It's terrifying.

Under this sword intent, his sword intent is like a wave in the vast ocean.

This feeling...

It's very incredible!

That pot...

It was the first time that Zhang Qiubai had this feeling, as if he was facing the ancestor of their sword demon lineage.

You know, their ancestor...is the Great Sage!

He achieved the Great Saint with the sword will and was called the real sword demon. Before his strength, even the Great Saints of other tribes did not dare to confront his edge easily.

This made him even more horrified.

Because he actually sensed this feeling from a First Turn Little Saint.

"Whose means is that?!"

"So scary! It's like facing the Great Saint of the tribe!"

"My God... Has this kid been hiding his strength all this time?"

...

Lu Yu and others were already stunned.

They were not stupid. Feeling the sharp edge of the air, they knew how terrifying Bu Fang's means this time were!

The strong men of the Black Palace were horrified at this moment.

Sensing the horror of the sword pot, he turned around and fled without saying a word.

He fled decisively.

From the sword pot, he sensed the breath of death.

Boom!

Above the sky.

The Nine Turn Little Saint of the Holy Puppet City shot out at a rapid speed and hovered in front of Bu Fang, with a serious expression.

He raised his hand and stared at Bu Fang.

"Stop!"

The Nine-turn Little Saint said coldly!

He stared at Bu Fang with a bit of hostility.

"You think it's fun to watch the show? Now you can't sit still?"

Bu Fang's mouth twitched, and he looked at the Nine-turn Little Saint from Shengkui City with a bit of sarcasm.

His tone was full of undisguised contempt.

"You didn't take action before... now you come to stop me... do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

Bu Fang looked at the Nine-turn Little Saint from Shengkui City expressionlessly.

"I was on my way before..."

The Nine-turn Little Saint from Shengkui City stared at the sword pot in Bu Fang's hand with great fear, and didn't dare to be presumptuous.

He was afraid that Bu Fang would smash it out with one pot.

Bu Fang narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was even more contemptuous of the words of the Nine-turn Little Saint.

He raised his head and looked into the boundless void, as if he was facing the eyes of a supreme being.

Buzz...

Bu Fang's mouth twitched.

The next moment, his eyes locked onto the madly fleeing assassin from the Black Hall.

He flicked his finger lightly.

Suddenly, the khaki sword pot burst out madly, turning into a stream of light, completely locking onto the assassin's figure, and bursting away.

How strong is the crazy sword pot?

Bu Fang had long wanted to see it.

The little saint from the Holy Puppet City wanted to watch himself being killed, but now he took out the sword pot to stop him.

Do you really think that Bu Fang has no temper?

Buzz...

The assassin from the Black Hall felt his scalp tingling.

He was flying very fast, but the sword pot was faster, and the sword pot completely locked onto his figure.

His mind was trembling.

He tore open the void and drilled into the void, as if he had entered another dimension.

The assassin from the Black Hall wanted to use this to avoid the lock of the sword pot.

However...

He hid in another space, and his scalp still felt like it was about to explode. That feeling made his hair stand on end.

It was as if the feeling of death was shrouding his heart.

"Damn it!"

The assassin of the Black Palace trembled at the corner of his mouth.

The Nine-turn Little Saint of the Holy Puppet City looked extremely cold.

"You are looking for death! How can my Holy Puppet City allow you to be so presumptuous..."

The Nine-turn Little Saint of the Holy Puppet City shouted loudly.

The next moment.

The mind moved.

A majestic divine thought swept out.

Behind him, a crackling sound resounded.

A Saint Dark Puppet emerged.

This Saint Dark Puppet was very huge, carrying an extremely powerful pressure.

"Stop it! I don't believe... a mere first-turn little saint can perform any great tricks!"

The ninth-turn little saint of the Saint Puppet City roared, and the huge Saint Dark Puppet's eyes suddenly burst into brilliance.

The iron arm was raised and slapped towards the sword pot of destruction.

He wanted to smash the sword pot with a slap.

Boom! !

However, the Saint Dark Puppet's slap on the sword pot made the sword pot tremble, as if there was a creaking sound.

The earth-yellow sword pot remained motionless.

One, two, three...

The sword energy slowly bloomed around the sword pot, spinning and blooming, with a terrible strangling force.

A clanging sound rang out.

The arms of the huge Holy Nether Puppet were actually strangled and shattered alive...

Boom!!!

The speed of destroying the clay pot did not slow down.

It quickly drilled out.

It immediately blew a big hole in the chest of the Holy Nether Puppet...

A bright blue Holy Nether Puppet's Heart was hanging in it...

The mind of the Nine-turn Little Saint suddenly shrank.

His Holy Nether Puppet could not resist this clay pot for a moment?

Boom!

After that, the Nine-turn Little Saint trembled all over as if he had seen a ghost.

He was so scared that he rolled and crawled, and dared not fight against the sword pot.

With a bang...

The huge Holy Nether Puppet fell to the ground.

The flame wings behind Bu Fang flapped slowly, and then he flew out and hovered in front of the huge Holy Nether Puppet.

Looking at the Holy Nether Puppet, there seemed to be a trace of joy in his eyes.

The Heart of the Holy Nether Puppet was finally found...

Bu Fang's mind moved.

He communicated with the system.

Then, he raised his hand.

In the palm of his hand, there seemed to be a silver water droplet-like ball.

This was Xiao Bai's origin...

Buzz...

The silver water droplet emerged, and its image kept changing in Bu Fang's palm.

Then it suddenly burst out.

It hit the heart of the Holy Dark Puppet, just like a cat that smelled blood.

In an instant, the silver water droplet completely dissipated, completely covering the heart of the Holy Dark Puppet.

Hmm?

The little saint in the distance had already stopped caring about his own Holy Dark Puppet, and only cared about escaping.

The sword pot of destruction rushed all the way, following the assassin of the Black Palace.

The speed was getting faster and faster.

Finally, it was getting closer and closer...

The assassin of the Black Palace looked at the floating sword pot.

A twisted and crazy look appeared on his face.

All the energy in his body was gathered together, and it turned into a move, blasting towards the sword pot, trying to blow it up.

However, it was a pity...

The sword pot exploded, but it was not blown up.

With a bang...

Not far from the Black Palace strongman, the crazy sword pot exploded...

The bright light was dazzling and dazzling. In the dark night, it seemed to turn into a scorching sun, illuminating the entire Holy Puppet City.

The bright light made everyone look up in a daze...

Boom!!!

With a bang.

The sword intent swept out.

One strand, two strands, three strands...

Thousands of sword intents swept, as if all the swords returned to their roots, and continued to sweep and fly above the sky.

Countless sword intents turned into a sphere, wrapping the assassin of the Black Palace in it.

With a puff...

The assassin of the Black Palace didn't even have time to make a sound, and was strangled by the terrible sword intent, bleeding and slowly falling...

Everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but take a breath.

Zhang Qiubai trembled all over.

Without hesitation, he turned around and flew away in the distance.

Because he felt that the energy of the sword pot was actually spreading...

Buzz...

Zhang Qiubai, Lu Yu and others were all fleeing frantically.

After a while, they fled far away, far away from here.

And the sphere filled with sword intent that had been brewing for a long time suddenly exploded at this moment...

It exploded with a bang.

Thousands of sword intents, like threads and silk.

It was as if the air waves were flying, dissipating in all directions...

Filled with terrible sword intent, as if to chop everything into pieces!

Bu Fang took a look at the terrible attack that was rushing like a wave...his face changed slightly.

Even he couldn't resist the power of the sword pot.

Suddenly.

Just when Bu Fang was about to enter the pastoral world to hide.

The silver droplet wrapped in the heart of the Holy Nether Puppet suddenly moved.

It floated in front of Bu Fang and turned into a huge silver wall, resisting the bombardment of the sword intent.

Boom boom boom!

Swords of will smashed into it, leaving mottled sword marks on the wall, which looked... quite shocking.

On the sky.

An overwhelming pressure suddenly descended.

A figure came in the air.

Above the head, it seemed as if a small world was floating in it.

In the small world, there was a faint will of heaven flowing.

As the figure appeared, the aura spread.

He opened his hand.

The palm suddenly grew larger, as if it had turned into a piece of heaven and earth, covering the entire Shengkui City.

Hualala...

The sword intent was cutting, constantly cutting on that palm...

The clanging sound resounded endlessly.

This is the move of the great sage from the Holy Puppet City...

Naturally, the Great Sage would not allow such destructive means to explode in the Holy Puppet City.

I don’t know how long it took.

The power of the sword pot slowly disappeared.

The palms of the great sage were already covered with mottled sword marks...

Buzz…

Withdrew his palm.

The great sage's eyes were extremely cold.

He looked directly at Bu Fang.

These methods can barely threaten the Great Sage...

Does a mere one-turn little saint have such strength?

If such methods can only be used by Hades...

Xiaobai, who turned into a silver wall, quickly recovered.

In front of Bu Fang, it slowly transformed into a familiar appearance.

With a chubby body, a chubby belly, and a deep blue in the mechanical eyes, he looked very familiar.

Still the familiar Xiaobai, still familiar feeling.

but……

Xiaobai always felt that something gave him a different feeling.

"Oh? A puppet?"

The Great Sage of Saint Puppet City turned his eyes and suddenly fell on Xiao Bai.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes.

Xiaobai's appearance is that of a Holy Puppet, but compared to ordinary Holy Puppet, it seems to be more refined...

However, this only slightly attracted the attention of the great sage.

A Saint Dark Puppet who is not in the Great Saint Realm will naturally not be able to enter his eyes.

After the storm of the sword pot was resolved, the Great Sage's mind moved, but his eyes fell on Bu Fang.

He looked at Bu Fang with indifference.

Xiaobai floated next to Bu Fang, raised his hand like a cattail leaf fan, and touched his bare head.

Bu Fang squinted his eyes and looked at the Great Sage in the sky.

"Holy Puppet City is a big city of my Mingpuppet lineage. If you use such methods in the big city, you will be punished for your crime. I will give you a palm today. If you can survive with one palm... I will spare your life."

The Great Sage looked at Bu Fang indifferently, his gaze high up, as if he were looking at an ant.

next moment.

The sound of rumbling suddenly resounded.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth throughout the world was mobilized.

The great sage slowly raised a hand.

He slapped Bu Convenience with his palm.

On the sky, thousands of energies gathered together and turned into a palm that covered the sky and the sun...

This palm covers countless coercion and carries a heart-stopping aura of death.

Overwhelm Ling Chen.

With just one palm, all the space around Bu Fang was completely compressed.

Bu Fang is suspended in the void...

His eyes were fixed on the great sage.

In the spiritual sea.

The four major weapon spirits roared at the same time.

Lazy Xuanwu opened his eyes.

At this moment, it seemed as if death was really coming.

hell.

Palace of Hades.

A roar suddenly sounded.

Underground in the Palace of Hades, the entire ground collapsed instantly, and then thousands of torrents surged up.

Mr. Gou lay on the ground and squinted at this scene.

suddenly.

Master Gou's mind moved and he raised his head.

The dog's eyes suddenly became very sharp...

"Those old men in Hell would actually take action against Bu Fang? Are they already so shameless?!"

After that, Mr. Dog raised his head and roared.

The sound of a dog barking is like barking to the sky!

Boom!

The void tore apart, and a huge crack emerged.

Mr. Dog stepped into it with enchanting cat steps.

The shattered underground of Pluto Palace...

A bohemian laugh suddenly resounded!

"Skinny dog! Wait for me!"

The next moment, a black shadow instantly traveled through the void and broke into the crack, and the crack was immediately closed.

Yinglong grabbed the Eye of the Void with a confused look on his face...

Lord Hades had just passed through the Ghost King Pass, and then he followed that mangy dog?

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