"He's … dead?!"
Through the projection array, everyone was dumbfounded.
Looking at the scene in the array, they felt cold all over as if they had fallen into a ten-thousand-year ice cave.
The Winged Man Valley's Little Saint was dead.
The weakest of the Winged Man Valley's contestants was a Little Saint, and they were determined to enter the finals and fight with the geniuses of Nether Prison.
But what happened?
As a result, a Little Saint was killed as soon as the semifinals began.
Even the wings on his back were brutally torn apart by someone.
The Abyss expert was also a peak First Revolution Little Saint.
But what happened?
He was nailed to the ground by a spear.
The result was far beyond everyone's expectation.
"How could this little chef from the Heaven Chief Realm be so strong?
Doesn't he only have a strong mental force? "
The crowd was dumbfounded. Recalling what white-haired Bu Fang said about everyone present being trash, those arrogant words made their eardrums buzz.
"This guy seems to have the confidence to say that."
Two peak Little Saint were mercilessly killed.
They had all seen the battle just now. White-haired Bu Fang didn't seem to struggle at all when he fought against two opponents.
This meant that this was not the true strength of white-haired Bu Fang.
They were afraid that this little chef would become the biggest variable in this Netherworld's Tournament of the Great Path!
…
In fact, not only them, but even Bu Fang himself was curious about how strong his cultivation base was after being possessed by the Artifact Spirit.
Was he a Two-revolution Little Saint or a Three-revolution Little Saint?
Buzz …
His white hair faded away, and his sword-like eyes slowly became softer.
White Tiger Howl had returned to his spirit sea, but Bu Fang could still feel the huge deficit in his body.
Obviously, this battle was not as easy as it seemed. With his half-step Saint cultivation base, the true energy in his body was almost completely consumed.
With a thought in his mind …
Bu Fang's consciousness sank into his spirit sea and asked White Tiger what level his combat strength would reach after he possessed it.
The White Tiger proudly raised its tiger head and said, "The Artifact Spirit Possession is divided according to the Host's cultivation. The Host can only possess one Artifact Spirit a day. This is the rule, the rule."
"After being possessed by the artifact spirit, a Half-Saint Host's combat prowess is roughly equivalent to that of a First Revolution Little Saint. However, with us here, fighting against a Second Revolution Little Saint is not a problem. However, it will take some effort to kill him. As for a Third Revolution Little Saint, we can still put up a fight, but don't even think about killing him."
Although White Tiger was arrogant, he still answered Bu Fang's question honestly.
Bu Fang also nodded, indicating that he understood a little.
His current strength was that of a Half Saint. After being possessed by the White Tiger, he could unleash the cultivation of a First Stage Little Saint.
Normally speaking, Spirit Possession meant that the user's strength was one rank higher.
However, their battle prowess was on a higher level.
In other words, their combat prowess was two ranks higher.
If he broke through to the First Stage Little Saint …
Then, he would be able to fight against a Fourth Revolution Little Saint.
He withdrew his consciousness.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he hovered above the dense forest.
Two corpses were lying there under his feet, blood gurgling out of them.
Bu Fang's eyes became much colder.
White Tiger was in charge of killing, and he did not show any mercy when it came to killing.
Looking into the depths of the forest, Bu Fang stepped into the void.
With a thought in his mind …
In an instant, Mo Yan, Zhu Yan, and the others appeared in front of him.
They seemed a little confused, as they did not know how they were taken into another world by Bu Fang in such a short time.
When they came to their senses, their eyes fell on the two corpses down below.
Although the two of them were dead, the terrifying pressure that was emitted from their bodies made them feel extremely fearful …
"The Little Saint of the Abyss and the Little Saint of the Winged Man Valley?!"
Zhu Yan and the others were not too surprised to see the Little Saint of the Abyss, but when they saw the Little Saint of the Winged Man Valley, they gasped.
Both of them were dead, killed by Bu Fang.
Was the Great Demon so … terrifying?
He even killed the experts of the Winged Man Valley.
"If you want to gain experience, hurry up and leave. Don't let anyone find you. Once you're discovered, it'll be very difficult for you to escape. In the Infernal Realm, although there are many treasures and heavenly materials along the Yellow Springs River, you need to be alive to obtain them."
Bu Fang looked at them and said.
Zhu Yan and the others wanted to take advantage of this opportunity, and Bu Fang naturally wouldn't stop them.
Besides, for them, Hell was indeed a great opportunity.
The Heaven Chief Realm was in the recovery stage, and it didn't have many opportunities, but Hell had already matured.
They might get some immortal fruits or Nether fruits, and they might become the Little Saint in one fell swoop.
After all, things like opportunities were hard to predict.
"Let's go. We'll meet in the town of Acheron. Good luck to you."
Bu Fang looked at Zhu Yan and the others and said.
Zhu Yan, Fang Yu, Mo Yan, Xuanyuan Xiahui, and the others nodded solemnly.
This time, coming to Hell to participate in the competition, they finally understood what it meant by there was always a higher mountain and a higher sky.
All kinds of geniuses almost made them despair, and their auras made them powerless to resist.
If it weren't for Bu Fang, they would have already returned home.
Therefore, they had to seize this opportunity.
As Jin Jiao said yesterday …
This semi-final was not only a competition, but also a competition to fight for opportunities.
All the way up the Acheron River, there were countless opportunities.
Boom!
The ground trembled.
Fallen leaves swirled in the air.
Zhu Yan and the others immediately turned into streams of light and shot toward the depths of the dense forest in the distance.
They were going for … opportunities.
Of course, they didn't know if they would survive this trip.
However, they were no longer a group of obedient children living in the gentle land of the Heaven Chief Realm. They knew they had to grow up.
Maybe after this competition, they would become the pillars of the Heaven Chief Realm.
But …
Everything had to wait until they survived.
Watching them leave …
Bu Fang put his hands behind his back, his face indifferent.
Glancing at the two bodies on the ground, Bu Fang frowned slightly.
He needed to speed up.
He had to complete the Little Saint test as soon as possible and get the Black Jade Plate.
Finish the semi-final.
And he had a feeling that the semi-final would not be so simple …
The organizers were very bold this time. They dared to set the test on the bank of the Acheron River. Weren't they afraid of the anger of the Great Sage of the Acheron?
The Great Sage of the Acheron River was, after all, a Great Sage.
…
All the way up the dense forest, battles continued to break out.
As they went deeper …
The battles became more and more intense.
Several second-class small worlds were soon attacked by other small worlds.
Their jade plates were also mercilessly snatched away.
Some second-class small worlds encountered merciful small worlds like the West Little Buddhism Realm. Fortunately, they were spared.
But when they encountered small worlds like the Winged Man Valley and the Abyss …
They were miserable.
Their entire teams were wiped out.
Therefore, when they were halfway through the journey, all the teams from second-class small worlds were wiped out, leaving only a few first-class small worlds.
Moreover, these small worlds split up and didn't meet each other. Obviously, they didn't want to fight each other.
They knew very well that the journey would not be peaceful, and there were naturally powerful savage beasts in the dense forest.
Many of these savage beasts were Beast Saints.
After all, the Acheron River was a remote and undeveloped area in Earth Prison.
Just like before, a slightly weaker first-class small world broke into the territory of a Three-star Beast Saint. Its entire team was mercilessly wiped out, and its jade plate was among them.
This was an unexpected situation.
Jin Jiao had said that if any team arrived at Acheron Town and didn't have two jade plates, it meant that all the teams in the semifinals would be eliminated.
The competition was cruel, and the ending was even crueler.
Therefore, every team was extremely careful.
In the projection array …
The audience was watching with rapt attention.
Some people clenched their fists nervously.
"The Little Saint's test requires you to hunt a One-star Beast Saint and cook a dish with it."
Bu Fang pondered.
To him, this mission was not easy.
First of all, it was not easy to find a One-star Beast Saint in the Acheron River.
After all, the whole area was so vast, and he didn't know how long it would take him to search randomly.
Bu Fang furrowed his brows.
He landed on the ground.
The ground of the dense forest was covered with rotten leaves.
Swoosh.
The fallen leaves exploded.
A long snake with the color of rotten leaves bared its fangs. Its fangs were spewing venom as it dashed toward Bu Fang, as though it was trying to kill Bu Fang.
It was a Seven-star Beast Emperor.
Its strength was not bad, but it was not enough in front of Bu Fang.
Before the snake could get close to Bu Fang, it was set ablaze.
The dense white flame instantly burned the long snake into nothingness.
Plop.
The burnt snake fell to the ground, emitting a strange meaty aroma …
"Hunting … Of course, I need bait …"
Bu Fang looked at the burnt snake, and his eyes brightened.
The corners of his mouth twitched.
Then, with a thought, a clucking Eight Treasures Chicken appeared in his hand.
Eighty's eyes widened, looking around with a dumbfounded face.
"Eighty, you've eaten countless natural treasures in the Heaven and Earth Farmland. Now, you're not weak among the Beast Emperors. Moreover, as an Eight Treasures Chicken, you're very nutritious. Moreover, you're born with a sense for high-grade savage beasts. Can you sense the Beast Saints around?"
Bu Fang grabbed Eighty, rubbing its head as he asked.
Eighty's small eyes rolled.
Its head moved up and down.
Then, its round and fat body broke free from Bu Fang's grasp, jumping to the ground.
Clucking, it began to run toward the south.
However, he had just taken a step when Bu Fang grabbed his head and lifted him up.
"Good. You've worked hard."
Bu Fang looked at Eighty, then the corners of his mouth curled into a smile as he walked toward the north.
Eighty's eyes widened, staring at Bu Fang in disbelief.
Where was the trust between a man and a chicken?!
Eighty was a precious immortal beast. Moreover, it was a nutritious immortal beast. To savage beasts, it was a huge temptation.
Of course, at the same time, Eighty also had a natural sense of danger.
Once it entered the range of a savage beast, it would naturally turn around and leave.
How could Bu Fang not know Eighty's character?
He kept Eighty.
Bu Fang flew in the opposite direction of Eighty.
After running for a while …
Bu Fang suddenly felt his whole body turn cold.
In the dense forest, dense spider webs suddenly appeared.
Bu Fang's eyes shrank.
It stopped on a tree trunk.
He looked around.
Swish …
Strand after strand of spider silk fell from the sky.
Whistling sounds filled the air as they sped toward Bu Fang, entangling him.
Huh?
Spider savage beast?
Bu Fang instantly felt a headache. This was the savage beast that Bu Fang didn't want to see the most. Because this thing … could not be eaten.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! The dense forest shook and collapsed.
The spider webs floating in the air suddenly turned into sharp spider silk spears, piercing toward Bu Fang.
Bu Fang snapped his fingers.
His divine sense spread out.
A white flame burned, burning and twisting the void.
Those spider webs were instantly burned and fell.
"Hiss!"
A roar came from the dense forest.
Bu Fang immediately furrowed his brows.
A gigantic hairy black spider, dozens of feet tall, crawled out of it, opened its mouth, and hissed at Bu Fang.
The spider flipped over, revealing a woman's face beneath its stomach …
"One-star Saint Beast, Beautiful Spider Emperor!"
With the system, Bu Fang immediately recognized the identity of this savage beast.
Unfortunately, it was indeed a one-star Saint Beast, but it was a spider. This thing … could not be made into food.
Thus, Bu Fang regretfully shook his head.
His feet stepped on a branch, and his figure flew out.
He calmed his mind.
A dazzling golden beef meatball suddenly hovered above his palm.
All of a sudden, he threw it toward the Beautiful Spider Emperor.
With a boom, it suddenly exploded.
Bu Fang also disappeared from where he was.
Along the way, Bu Fang had broken into several savage beasts' territories.
Unfortunately, he did not meet a suitable target.
He even met a three-star Saint Beast several times. Bu Fang could only turn around and run.
Through the light screen, the audience, who saw Bu Fang's behavior, had long been dumbfounded.
In their opinion, this Bu Fang … was not a fool.
The others were all hiding from savage beasts.
In the end, Bu Fang actually broke into the nest of savage beasts one by one, and then ran away.
If this was not sick, what was it?
A streak of golden light sped through the dense forest.
All of a sudden …
It suddenly stopped in the void.
Bu Fang's eyes focused, looking into the distance.
Over there, the light of treasures was bursting, and dense spiritual energy was constantly soaring …
The sound of killing resounded unceasingly.
It seemed that they had met a team in the semifinals …
Bu Fang let Xiaopi take him forward. Soon, they flew away.
They landed on a big tree, watching the battle in the distance.
Xiaopi lazily lay on Bu Fang's shoulder, blowing bubbles.
Watching the battle, Bu Fang's eyes couldn't help but brighten …
In the distance …
An expert covered in blood was doing his best to resist the attack of a huge black snake that looked like a flood dragon.
Not far from the snake, there were several bright red fruits swaying there.
The treasures and spiritual energy were blooming from those fruits.
When the audience saw those fruits, they all sucked in a breath of cold air.
Because they recognized that fruit. It was a supreme-grade immortal material, the Flood Dragon Spirit Fruit.
This giant snake was probably going to use the Flood Dragon Spirit Fruit to transform into a flood dragon.
Once it did, the strength of this giant snake would increase by another level.
Everyone thought that Bu Fang would take advantage of the time when the expert stalled the snake to pluck the Flood Dragon Spirit Fruit.
However, soon, they all found out that they were wrong.
Because they realized that Bu Fang's eyes were bright, but not because of the Flood Dragon Spirit Fruit.
Instead, it was because of the ferocious one-star Saint Beast, the Big Black Snake, which had beaten the First Job Little Saint to retreat.
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