"Cluck, cluck, cluck …"
The sound of teeth chattering suddenly rang out from the arena.
Bu Fang stood where he was with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression unchanged.
Opposite him was the Little Saint of the Wandering Soul Realm, whose hair hung down and eyes were covered. His face was as pale as a thin sheet of paper.
The atmosphere was so awkward for a moment.
The sound of teeth chattering came from the mouth of the Little Saint.
As soon as this voice rang out, everyone was dumbfounded. Everyone widened their eyes and looked at the arena.
What happened?
Hadn't the little chef lost yet?
After being invaded by the mental strength of the Little Saint of the Wandering Soul Realm, it was very likely that he would become a fool. Did he resist it?
Everyone present knew the horror of the Wandering Soul Realm, so it was hard for them to believe that Bu Fang could survive in the hands of the Little Saint of the Wandering Soul Realm.
The Little Saint of the Wandering Soul Realm specialized in mental strength, which should be fatal to Bu Fang.
After all, in the eyes of the crowd, Bu Fang was just a half-step Saint.
The mental strength of a half-step Saint was much weaker than that of the Little Saint, so he naturally couldn't resist the mental strength invasion.
"What's the outcome?!"
"It seems that I can't tell who won …"
"It feels so oppressive …"
…
Everyone stared at the arena with wide eyes. They didn't know what the final outcome would be.
Suddenly …
Some people with sharp eyes narrowed their eyes.
Because they saw Bu Fang move.
Bu Fang's fingers moved slightly. Then, he raised his hand and gently flicked the glabella of the Little Saint of the Wandering Soul Realm.
The latter staggered back a few steps and sat down on the ground.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck …"
The Wandering Soul Realm's Little Saint's eyes were dull. He raised his hands and kept clapping. His face showed a silly expression, and saliva flowed down from his mouth.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air at this scene.
What was going on?
This time, all the experts were shocked.
He felt that it was inconceivable.
Judging from the current situation, the Little Saint of the Wandering Soul Realm … seemed to have become a fool.
Seeing the silly Little Saint of the Wandering Soul Realm, everyone was dumbfounded.
The Little Saint's spiritual power invaded the Half Saint's spiritual power. In the end, it was a Little Saint who became stupid. Moreover, it was a Little Saint who was good at controlling spiritual power.
Were they really not seeing things?
"How could this be?! How could Soul Eight possibly fail? How could he possibly fail to deal with a Half-Saint? "
In the Wandering Soul Realm.
All the experts were shocked. The woman in the lead widened her eyes in shock.
They were too familiar with Soul Eight's appearance. That was the appearance of dementia. It was the appearance of dementia after one's mental power was completely destroyed.
Logically speaking, shouldn't such a situation have arisen from a Half-Saint?
How could this happen?
"Could it be the backlash of the ghost slave?"
The woman in the lead could not help but think.
Soul Eight's Ghost Slave was famous for being unruly and unruly. It was very likely that when she swallowed the Semi-Sage Spiritual Force, she suffered a backlash from the Ghost Slave.
That was possible.
If this was the case, it could explain why Soul Eight was suffering from dementia.
Of course, she did not want to believe that it was the Half-Saint who caused Soul Eight to lose her mind.
In her opinion, this was completely impossible.
After all, Soul Eight … was a Little Saint.
Bu Fang's eyes became much clearer. He twisted his neck.
Looking at the silly Little Saint in front of him who had lost his intelligence, a strange look suddenly appeared in his eyes.
The latter really would not die if he did not court death.
If he had not entered Bu Fang's spirit sea, it would not have been so easy for Bu Fang to deal with him.
Who knew that the opponent would actually run into his spirit sea.
Wasn't this courting death?
Because of the loss of his mental power, the latter's cultivation began to slowly dissipate, and he would die soon.
There was no way around it. Mental power was the foundation of a person.
It was connected to the soul. If the mental power was broken, it was equivalent to the soul collapsing, and he would not be far from death.
Commander Mo Yuan returned to the arena.
He glanced at Bu Fang in surprise. He did not expect that Bu Fang would win so easily.
"The winner is … the Heaven Chief Realm."
Commander Mo Yuan said after carefully examining Soul Eight's condition.
Then, the experts of the Wandering Soul Realm rushed into the arena and brought Soul Eight back.
The leading woman reached out her hand and pressed it on Soul Eight's head.
Buzz …
A faint, invisible wave spread out.
"Oh? His soul and mental power were torn to pieces at the same time … Soul Eight really suffered the backlash of the ghost slave. He must have perished together with the ghost slave. "
The Wandering Soul Realm experts said coldly.
"That kid is really lucky … Look at that kid's bewildered face. Obviously, he still doesn't know how he won."
The other experts of the Wandering Soul Realm said gloomily.
The leader heaved a sigh of relief, and his gaze became much more focused.
Then, he turned to look at a young man next to him.
"Soul Three … You're up this time! Your ghost slave is the most loyal, so it's impossible for it to turn back on you. Remember, this time, you must turn this boy into a fool! "
The woman said.
The sinister voice caused everyone's body to tremble. Then, everyone let out shrill laughter.
"No problem … Boss … Wait for my good news. I'm not Soul Eight, that trash."
The young man smiled.
He tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, then floated up to the arena like a ghost and stood in front of Bu Fang.
His white robe hung loosely, and his hands hung stiffly at his waist. His hair was curled, and his eyes glowed with black light.
"Well … Another one?"
Bu Fang narrowed his eyes.
"Don't think you're invincible just because you defeated Soul Eight. The power of the Wandering Soul Realm isn't something a half-step Saint from a third-class small world like you can imagine …"
Hun San said. His voice was extremely hoarse, and it carried a strand of arrogance.
Commander Mo Yuan glanced around and announced the start of the match.
Bu Fang exhaled softly.
His eyes narrowed.
The next moment, the young man in front of him once again turned into a plume of black smoke, sweeping over in an instant and pouring into his head like a whale.
"This trick again?"
Bu Fang's face suddenly became extremely strange.
The people of the Wandering Soul Realm … only know this one move?
Outside the arena …
The experts of the Wandering Soul Realm watched gloomily. They were looking forward to seeing what would happen after Bu Fang's mental force was shattered.
They wanted to see Bu Fang become a fool.
Soul Three's attack was absolutely foolproof.
They just had to wait and see …
…
In the spirit sea …
A figure appeared.
The yawning Gold Divine Dragon's eyes froze.
"Another one? The Little Host's spirit sea is really lively … "
As soon as he said that, the dragon claw stretched out again.
In the spirit sea, only the miserable howls of the Wandering Soul Realm's Little Saint could be heard.
…
In the arena …
This time, Bu Fang was too lazy to enter the spirit sea.
His mind flickered.
He took out a chair from the system storage space and placed it on the arena.
Then, he sat comfortably on the chair, took out some spirit fruits, and ate them unhurriedly.
Not far away from him was the Wandering Soul Realm's Little Saint, Soul Three, who was staring at him.
Bu Fang's calm expression made everyone's faces look strange.
Did this guy give up resisting?
He knew he couldn't stop it, so he chose to die happily?
But … there's something weird going on …
Suddenly …
Soul Three moved.
A look of horror appeared on his face. Then, he took a few steps back, sat on the ground, and rolled over.
In the end, he trembled all over, his face dull and blank …
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air when they saw this scene.
Sure enough …
It happened again.
Soul Three … was also dumbfounded.
As soon as the Wandering Soul Realm experts saw this, they all stood up.
How was that possible?!
How could this be?!
Soul Three's ghost slave was incomparably loyal and stable. It was impossible for it to turn on him!
Why was Soul Three also dumbfounded?
Judging from his appearance, his mental force should be torn to pieces.
But that kid seemed to be fine …
How could this be?!
The Wandering Soul Realm experts trembled all over.
Bu Fang's calm look made them feel as if there was a raging fire burning in their chests!
They couldn't wait to tear Bu Fang to pieces!
"Damn it! Soul Three, that trash … He claimed to be the most loyal ghost slave … But in the end, he still ended up like this! He's just a piece of trash! "
The gloomy woman leading the Wandering Soul Realm was furious.
"Could it be that Soul Three was killed by the ghost slave left by Soul Eight?"
Someone suggested this idea.
Immediately, it was unanimously agreed.
All the experts of the Wandering Soul Realm nodded.
It was possible.
Soul Eight was devoured by the ghost slave, which might have remained in that kid's mind. When it was about to devour that kid's spirit sea, Soul Three went in again, so there was another battle …
In the end, Soul Eight's ghost slave devoured Soul Three …
"This kid is really lucky!"
The Wandering Soul Realm expert said coldly.
Suddenly …
The woman moved.
Her white robe fluttered, and she immediately turned into numerous ghostly shadows and appeared in the arena.
Around her body, there were many eerie ghostly shadows floating in the air.
"I'll send you to hell," the woman said coldly.
"Let me send you to hell," the woman said coldly.
Bu Fang glanced at the woman, stuffed the fruit in his hand into his mouth, chewed for a while, and spat out a shell.
"This woman is the leader of the Wandering Soul Realm experts. She's very strong!"
"Yes … She's called Mei Yi, and she boasts that she's comparable to the geniuses of Nether Prison … She's also a top expert in a first-class small world."
"This little chef is going to die this time!"
…
The people around saw the woman make a move.
There was a commotion.
As soon as the woman stepped into the arena …
Everyone's pupils constricted.
Whether it was the experts from the Vajra Realm, Earth Prison, the Winged Man Valley, the West Little Buddhism Realm, or even the Abyss, they all sucked in a cold breath.
They stared closely at the battle in the arena as if they wanted to see the final result.
Buzz …
A chilly wind blew, swirling in the air.
Then, the woman turned into black smoke and went into Bu Fang's spirit sea.
"Again?"
Bu Fang rolled his eyes.
She went into his spirit sea again.
"These Wandering Soul Realm experts are really … f * cking stubborn!"
"They're all dumbfounded. Why are they still fighting to rush into my spirit sea?
Are they just looking for a beating? "
With the Artifact Spirit of the God of Cooking Set in Bu Fang's spirit sea and the divine will Phantom Spirit, these guys' mental force couldn't do any harm to him at all.
As soon as the woman made her move …
The Wandering Soul Realm experts screamed.
Everyone's face was full of excitement.
Obviously, they felt that the woman's attack would be foolproof.
Bu Fang grabbed a spirit fruit and took a bite.
Then, he glanced sideways at the Wandering Soul Realm experts below the arena.
The look in his eyes made the Wandering Soul Realm experts gradually stop cheering. They all stared blankly at Bu Fang.
"That's right. Why are you cheering?
What if Boss also fails? "
They had just thought of this!
A miserable howl came from the woman's mouth.
Slash …
Blood flowed from her seven orifices. She staggered back, grabbing her head and shaking her body.
"Oh?"
Bu Fang was stunned. This woman didn't turn into a fool all of a sudden.
However, after thinking about it, Bu Fang understood that the failure of the previous two experts had made the woman a lot more afraid.
Perhaps the latter had only used seventy percent of her power to enter his spirit sea.
The remaining thirty percent of her mental force was left in his body.
However, the seventy percent that had entered his spirit sea was destroyed by the Golden Divine Dragon.
That was why the woman suffered a backlash.
"You … You … I can't believe you have condensed your divine will … What kind of monster is in your spirit sea?!"
Blood flowed from the woman's seven orifices, and she looked even more terrifying and ferocious.
As soon as her words came out, everyone present was slightly stunned.
Divine will?
How could a mere half-step Saint have condensed his divine will?
Bu Fang stuffed the last spirit fruit into his mouth.
He flicked the water off his hand.
Then, he indifferently squinted at the woman.
The next moment, a storm was set off in his spirit sea.
Boom!
After that, Bu Fang's divine will rushed out with a rumble.
Buzz …
Above his spirit sea, the divine will Phantom Spirit's closed eyes opened, shining with dazzling golden light.
In the arena, everyone's pupils constricted.
They sucked in a cold breath.
All of them suddenly felt a terrible pressure, which pressed down on them and made their breathing become rapid.
Divine will …
It was really the pressure of divine will!
Buzz …
Bu Fang's body bloomed with golden light.
Above his head …
A huge divine will Phantom Spirit suddenly emerged.
Bu Fang clasped his hands behind his back. At this moment, he looked like a god.
As soon as his divine will appeared, everyone was shocked.
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