Chapter 1665: The Human Emperor...Resurrection

The Cursed Queen of the Void City?

The Arrogant Great Soul Master was shocked at first, but soon, he came back to his senses. The person in front of him was not the one he remembered.

However, the eyes of the Arrogant Great Soul Master burst into thousands of brilliant lights.

"Although not the Cursed Queen, but... your identity as a woman must be the royal family of the Void City! Hehehe... It's rare to have a member of the royal family of the Void City. If I capture you and offer you when the Soul God awakens, I, the Arrogant Great Soul Master, will definitely become the true confidant of the Soul God!"

The eyes of the Arrogant Great Soul Master suddenly burst into brilliance.

The Soul Masters are very clear about the Void City.

They all understand that the Soul God has an almost paranoid feeling for the Void City, and this feeling has been verified in countless years in the past.

Now, a member of the royal family of the Void City appears in front of him.

How could the Arrogant Great Soul Master give up this opportunity.

Boom! ! !

The arrogant Great Soul Master let out a tearing roar from his mouth, and the roar resounded, as if bombing everything.

Xiao You was wearing a dark green armor, and her arrogant body was set off by her graceful figure.

In fact, she didn't want to use this power.

This was a memory that was awakened after the fusion of the female corpse, and it was a memory covered in the depths of her soul.

Now, this memory has completely erupted.

If Bu Fang's current state was not really bad, Xiao You might really not intend to accept the temptation of that voice.

The main reason was... the price was too heavy for her.

Boom!!!

The dark green spear and the terrible attack launched by the arrogant Great Soul Master collided with each other.

The air wave immediately spread out.

The arrogant Great Soul Master's sneer resounded throughout the venue.

"Even if the power explodes,

it is only the power of the Great Dao Saint level... You are not my opponent!"

The center of the explosion.

The huge curse snake rolled.

Xiao You's figure was shot back like a cannonball and fell into the starry sky.

Xiaoyou had a cold face, and the armor on her body exuded a strange glow.

She raised her hand, and the spear was caught in her hand, and the power of curse lingered around her body.

Xiaoyou didn't say anything, and rushed up directly.

In the distance.

Tongtian Jiaozhu and others were stunned.

No one thought that a foodie woman next to Bu Fang would have such a strong strength!

Sun Wukong and others didn't know what to say.

Jiu Tian Xuan Nu was the last one to be afraid.

She couldn't imagine that the person she was forced to serve was such a powerful existence.

Dao Saint, and not just an ordinary Dao Saint!

"The City of Nothingness? Where is that?"

Yang Jian said with some doubt.

Tongtian Jiaozhu's eyes narrowed suddenly.

Sun Wukong glanced at Yang Jian and said, "The City of Nothingness, I heard from Tathagata that it seems to be the most mysterious place in the endless universe. It is a place abandoned by the world, gathering the purest evil power in the world, that kind of purity has nothing to do with good and evil."

"A place abandoned by the world?"

Yang Jian was stunned.

It sounds like it's awesome.

"I don't really understand it, but it's an awesome place anyway." Sun Wukong thought about it, but he didn't seem to figure it out, and scratched his cheeks in some confusion.

...

Boom...

The flames are burning.

This is a sea of ​​fire, and the surrounding fire is red.

The heat made Bu Fang sweat.

You know, Bu Fang's current cultivation is so profound that he can already control the energy circulation in his body, but even so, he is still sweating from the heat.

It shows how terrible the temperature in this sea of ​​fire is.

Bu Fang rolled up the sleeves of his sparrow feather robe and walked slowly.

Suiren said that this was the interior of the human race's Xinhuo. The Xinhuo represented hope and also represented the hope of reviving Suiren.

Bu Fang admired the emperors of the human race.

These great emperors who selflessly gave everything for the human race were worthy of Bu Fang stepping into the sea of ​​fire for them.

Bang!

In the sea of ​​fire, the flames rose.

Suddenly, a fish burning in the flames burst out from it, swaying its tail.

In the sea of ​​fire... there are actually fish?

Bu Fang was slightly startled.

And in front of him, everything seemed very dazzling. The densely packed fish jumped up from the sea of ​​fire, as if they were about to jump over the dragon gate.

They kept jumping, and once they crossed the dragon gate, they could turn into dragons with the wind.

Turning into a dragon is their only hope.

And this... maybe this is what Xinhuo wants to express.

For hope, work hard.

Hope does not appear out of thin air, but requires people to work hard to strive for it.

Bu Fang's eyes condensed and he entered the sea.

A small boat appeared under his feet without knowing when.

It was a simple boat, slowly ferrying people in the sea of ​​fire.

It was moving slowly and swaying in the sea of ​​fire, and no one knew when it would reach the end.

Suiren said that hope was in the sea of ​​fire.

But Bu Fang looked at the sea of ​​fire, which was empty and only had countless flaming fish jumping around, and for a moment he was at a loss.

Where was hope?

Bu Fang exhaled.

Sweat was dripping down his forehead and cheeks.

With a click, it dripped down Bu Fang's chin onto the boat.

Bu Fang was panting, panting violently, feeling that his whole body seemed to be filled with heat, as if he would turn into a ball of flames at any time.

Boom...

Suddenly.

Bu Fang felt his body disintegrate.

He fell into the sea of ​​fire.

He turned into a fish, a fish that was mixed in with countless fish, trying to cross the sky and earth.

The fish was burning with fire.

Bu Fang was a little confused and a little frightened.

How did he turn into a fish?

Click!

A fish, its tail slapped on the sea of ​​fire, and there was really a sound of water splashing. The fish burst out of the sea of ​​fire like a spring.

Leaped, heading towards the sky.

The fish that Bu Fang turned into stared at a golden gate in the sky. The gate exuded a magical aura, as if it represented hope.

Bu Fang suddenly became a little anxious.

He imitated using his fish tail to slap in the sea of ​​fire.

His fish body also rushed up instantly, flying towards the golden gate.

He wanted to enter the Dragon Gate and grasp hope.

But looking at the Dragon Gate that was right in front of him.

Bu Fang suddenly felt powerless. The Dragon Gate was getting farther and farther away. With a click, he fell into the sea of ​​fire again.

Countless fish around him were repeating the same action, just like Bu Fang, wooden.

Over and over again.

Bu Fang was unwilling to give up. He no longer had the concept of the sun and the moon. He kept jumping over the Dragon Gate, hoping that one day he would be able to pass through the Dragon Gate.

Time was passing, and some fish were tired and retreated.

A new group of fish came, still tirelessly jumping over the Dragon Gate.

Bang.

Sparks flew.

The fish that Bu Fang turned into fell into the sea of ​​fire. He felt tired for a while. He couldn't grasp hope. He was even a little desperate.

What exactly was the hope that Suiren said?

What was the hope that Xinhuo wanted to express?

If you want hope, do you have to give despair first?

Bu Fang stopped jumping.

He hid in the sea of ​​fire, looking at the Dragon Gate. The high Dragon Gate was like a big mouth, emitting silent laughter.

Bu Fang was very tired. He wanted to retreat like other fish and let the new generation continue to jump.

However, just when Bu Fang was about to retreat, he was stunned.

Looking at the fish burning with flames that passed by him.

Bu Fang's eyes suddenly became more and more solid...

If he really retreated, he might never find the hope hidden in the fire in his life.

He would really become a salted fish, facing everything in despair.

Bu Fang opened his eyes.

He turned into a fish and braved the rapids again.

He was back.

Like other fish, he kept jumping.

The fire in the sea of ​​fire splashed around.

Bu Fang jumped day after day.

The fish around him changed wave after wave.

Bu Fang felt that every time he jumped, he was a little closer to the Dragon Gate.

Finally.

The fish that Bu Fang turned into seemed to hold its head high.

The tail slapped the surface of the sea of ​​fire, and a round ripple spread out in all directions, like a stone thrown into a calm pond.

Bang!

Bu Fang's body jumped up.

Higher and higher...

Finally, he rushed into the Dragon Gate!

Boom! ! !

Bu Fang opened his eyes suddenly.

He felt that everything in front of him had changed.

He was still standing on the boat, but in front of the boat was a coast.

Looking at the golden coast, Bu Fang saw green branches growing out, and soon, they covered Bu Fang's eyes.

Rice plants grew out one by one, and soon they matured, and the rice ears became plump and full of vitality.

Pushing away the clouds and mist to see the bright moon, jumping over the Dragon Gate to see the vitality.

Bu Fang exhaled.

These rice ears in front of him may be the so-called hope.

Bu Fang's mouth twitched slightly.

With his hands behind his back, he stepped into the golden rice ears all over the mountains and fields.

He grabbed the dragon bone kitchen knife, cut the rice ears skillfully, pounded them, and took out the white rice grains...

The rice grains were clear and translucent. When he pinched them with his thumb and index finger, he seemed to be able to see the sparks swaying in the rice ears.

This was a different kind of rice, a rice that symbolized hope.

Bu Fang was a little dazed.

The fish that jumped over the dragon gate was like himself, and he felt the same way.

The road to the God of Cooking was actually the supreme dragon gate. This road... was extremely difficult. One must have unyielding confidence and determination to find that ray of hope.

This journey of finding hope in the firewood.

For Bu Fang, it was a spiritual baptism.

The confused Bu Fang was thoroughly cleansed, and what was left was only the determined Bu Fang...

Clatter...

Bu Fang took out the basalt pot and put it on the pot to cook.

The crystal rice was poured into the basalt pot.

Under the basalt pot, the firewood burned automatically.

Bu Fang raised the corner of his mouth and his hand trembled.

The flames poured into the pot like flowing water, covering the crystal clear rice grains that seemed to be flowing with flames.

Bu Fang sat cross-legged on the ground, quietly waiting for the rice to mature.

This was a long process, and I don’t know how many years have passed.

Bu Fang finally waited until the rice in the pot was mature.

Bu Fang felt as if he had survived from youth to old age...

Time ruthlessly drew a gully of years in his heart.

Ding...

A sound like a bell resounded.

Bu Fang finally opened his eyes.

He opened the lid of the Xuanwu pot.

Steaming white steam surged out from the Xuanwu pot...

It is extremely fragrant and extremely fragrant.

White rice, pure white, flawless, white like the most precious jade in the world.

He took out a blue and white porcelain bowl.

Bu Fang packed a bowl of rice.

The curvature of the rice is beautiful, and the gaps between each grain of rice are perfect, soft and fragrant.

Bu Fang's eyes were extremely complex.

It can be said that this is the best dish Bu Fang has cooked so far.

It's ridiculous to say that the best dish is actually a bowl of white rice with no technical content.

But only Bu Fang himself knew that this bowl of rice contained a lot.

Bu Fang grabbed the rice. He didn't know when he would cook a dish of this level next time.

Bu Fang had a feeling that at the moment when the rice was ripe, Bu Fang suddenly felt as if he had really become the God of Cooking.

Standing at the peak of the kitchen, overlooking everything.

However, when I opened my eyes, it was just a dream.

The Xuanwu pot disappeared.

The firewood also disappeared.

The rice in Bu Fang's hand did not disappear.

The familiar flame space.

In the distance, Suiren was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

As if feeling grateful for Bu Fang's return, Suiren opened his eyes, a smile blooming at the corner of his mouth.

The latter had white hair and a face with ridges and grooves. The moment he saw Bu Fang, he looked extremely kind.

"Child...you are back."

Suirenshi looked at Bu Fang and said.

Bu Fang nodded.

He came over with rice and handed the white rice to Suiren.

"Have you found the hope I asked you to look for?"

Sui Renshi said.

Bu Fang didn't say anything and still handed over the rice.

Suiren's family is still gentle.

But he didn't look at the rice in Bu Fang's hand.

"Where is the hope of fire?"

Sui Renshi said.

Bu Fang didn't move, still holding on to the rice.

next moment.

The originally kind Suirenshi changed, and suddenly turned into a demonic terror, and the surrounding flames became as black as ink!

Bu Fang calmly looked at the changed Suiren clan and sighed softly.

"This is the hope of Xinhuo."

Bu Fang said softly.

The bowl of white rice suddenly erupted with infinite divine light, and a wisp of aura like white jade gradually emerged from it.

That's... Chaos Qi.

boom!

The violent and terrifying Suirenshi disappeared.

in the screen.

Only the familiar picture of Bu Fang was left.

Suirenshi sat cross-legged in the distance, his head lowered.

The flint branch was placed on his shoulders, and his arms hung on it.

At both ends of the flint branches, the heads of the soul demons hung...

Those two heads were roaring fiercely at Bu Fang.

Bu Fang was holding the rice.

Arriving in front of Suirenshi.

As for the two soul demon heads, they kept struggling and seemed to bite Bu Fang.

"Noisy."

Bu Fang was indifferent.

Then, raise your hand.

A red flame suddenly burned in his hand.

With a flick of his finger, the flames jumped into the heads of the two soul demons, directly burning their heads to ashes...

After burning the heads of two soul demons, Bu Fang seemed to have done something insignificant.

And next.

He carefully scooped the white rice into Suiren's mouth.

One spoonful at a time, very carefully and carefully.

When the rice entered the mouth, the rice grains instantly turned into chaotic airflow... and penetrated into Suiren's body.

The bowl of rice was quickly eaten clean.

boom!

Sounds like drums at dusk and bells in the morning resounded.

Suiren's body, with his head lowered, trembled slightly.

The blood that was originally dry in the body began to flow slowly, and finally turned into a rushing river.

Bu Fang clasped his hands, took two steps back, and looked at Suiren.

In the flame space, the flames flourish.

After that, Suiren, who had his head lowered, slowly raised his head.