In Forbidden Soul City.
In the central square.
The light screen of the projection array was reflecting the scene in the Acheron River.
At this moment, the whole square was silent. Everyone was shocked by the scene on the screen.
Many of the people present came from other small worlds, so they didn't know much about Earth Prison.
Before this, they had rarely come to Earth Prison to investigate.
They only knew that the Acheron River was dangerous, but they had no idea how dangerous it was.
Now, however, they knew.
The floating bones, the roaring souls …
The pure white Senseless Lotus, a drifting boat, and the Soul Fisherman's blood-colored palm.
This scene caused their breathing to quicken.
It was as if they were facing an unimaginable experience.
The Abyss experts were all dead. They had escaped Bu Fang's revenge, but they died because of their greed.
Many Earth Prison experts had also died. It was a disaster for Earth Prison.
Earth Prison was supposed to be the biggest winner of this semi-final.
But in the face of the treasure, the Senseless Lotus, they couldn't hold back their greed and made a move.
As a result, they sank to the bottom of the Acheron River together with the Abyss experts.
The appearance of the Soul Fisherman and the sound of his flute made everyone's hair stand on end.
If it weren't for Bu Fang's interruption, many people present might have lost their minds.
The conversation between Bu Fang and the Soul Fisherman made many experts watching the competition through the light screen short of breath.
"The Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness?"
Many people gasped in shock.
Although the Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness was not as precious as the Nine-leaf Acheron Grass, it was also a sacred-grade immortal material. It was hard to believe that such a treasure was in the hands of the Soul Fisherman.
However, many people also understood.
The Soul Fisherman was in charge of the path to the Bridge of Helplessness, and the Flower of Helplessness grew on the bridge.
So it was normal for the old man to have the Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness.
"Exchanging my life for it?"
Bu Fang narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man. The old man's words didn't seem to be friendly.
'This old man seems to want revenge for what happened last time …'
However, the current Bu Fang was no longer the Bu Fang of the past.
Back then, with the Lord Gou around, the Lord Gou had scared the old man away with a single glance.
Now, the latter was relying on the fact that the Lord Gou was not around to get back at him.
This made Bu Fang twitch the corner of his mouth involuntarily.
The Soul Fisherman's aura was very strong and mysterious. It was as if he was shrouded in a layer of fog, making it difficult to see through him.
However, judging from how the Lord Gou's glare was enough to make the old man piss in his pants.
This old man's cultivation base was definitely not that of the Great Sage.
If he had reached the level of the Great Sage, he wouldn't have been scared away by a single look from the Lord Gou.
The old man was wearing a bamboo hat. His eyes were gloomy and cold.
Holding the Nine-Petal Flower of Helplessness in his hand, a sinister smile appeared on his face.
Bu Fang stared at him.
He stared for a long time.
"Have you made up your mind? If you want the Flower of Helplessness, you'll have to exchange your life for it.
The old man said.
Bu Fang watched as the old man stepped on the boat and drifted toward the depths of the blood mist.
His eyes narrowed.
"Then let me see … how strong you, the Soul Fisherman, are."
Bu Fang's heart thumped.
The old man's flute could not break his divine will, which meant that the other party's mental force was not as strong as he had imagined.
In that case, he could take a gamble.
In order to brew the best wine, Bu Fang was willing to go all out.
He landed and stepped on the river as if he was walking on flat ground.
The old man looked at Bu Fang with a faint smile. The boat gradually dissipated in the hazy blood mist.
Suddenly …
Bu Fang's eyes narrowed.
Then, with a thought …
His divine will immediately spread, setting off raging waves. The aura on his body began to rise, reaching the level of a Little Saint.
"I want the flower, and I want my life too."
Bu Fang said lightly.
The water under his feet exploded, and he turned into a stream of light and arrived in a flash. As Bu Fang ran wildly, the Acheron River also exploded.
He went straight for the Soul Fisherman's boat …
"He's crazy!"
"Owner Bu is crazy … How could he attack the Soul Fisherman?"
"That's a magical flower on the Acheron River … How dare this little chef attack it?"
…
Whether it was the people behind the light screen or Fa Wu and the others on the Buddha boat, they were all shocked.
They never thought that Bu Fang would dare to attack the Soul Fisherman, who made them feel suffocated.
The Soul Fisherman did not seem to expect this either.
His eyes narrowed.
He flew into a rage.
"How dare you! How dare you attack me … "
The Soul Fisherman was furious. The boat exploded in an instant, and blood-colored water splashed everywhere.
A terrible aura began to spread, rising inch by inch.
Buzz …
A powerful, oppressive aura filled the air, suppressing everyone.
A ripping sound rang out.
With a flick of the fishing rod, the fishing line on it was like a sharp sword, slashing toward Bu Fang's head. It was as if it wanted to cut Bu Fang into two halves.
Bu Fang's mind flickered.
The Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife appeared in his hand.
Buzz …
The Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife shook, and a dragon roar resounded through the sky.
Boom!
His aura surged.
Bu Fang hovered in midair.
The phantom of an Overlord emerged behind him, almost materializing. The Overlord was holding a knife.
The Overlord Knife cut through the sky.
As the knife slashed down, its phantom overlapped.
Thirteen slashes turned into one …
Buzz …
The knife slashed down and collided with the fishing line.
Boom!
Bu Fang's expression changed slightly. He felt the great force coming from the hook.
That huge force actually broke through his Overlord Thirteen Blades.
This old man was very strong …
However …
Bu Fang's eyes narrowed.
At most, he was a Fourth-revolution Little Saint!
Bu Fang had an estimate in his heart, and he immediately became more confident.
If he weren't on the forbidden Acheron River, Bu Fang would have thrown out a Perishing Pot.
Once the Perishing Pot appeared, it would at least make this old man behave.
"How dare you! A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger … This old man will send you to the afterlife! "
The old man roared.
Bu Fang looked at him indifferently.
His mind sank into his spirit sea.
Then, the Vermillion Robe on Bu Fang's body suddenly burned with a scarlet flame. The flame soared into the sky, and the scorching heat seemed to burn everything.
A bird cry rang out from Bu Fang's body.
Bu Fang raised his head, his hair fluttering in the wind.
A moment later, it turned scarlet, as if facing the wind.
The flaming wings on his back spread out, gently flapping, and flaming feathers fluttered …
Bu Fang opened his eyes, and there seemed to be flames burning in his pupils.
"I … finally came out for a breath of fresh air!"
The red-haired Bu Fang grinned. Hovering in midair, he put his thumb and middle finger together and tapped his lips lightly.
On the Buddha ship, Fa Wu looked dumbfounded.
'Owner Bu … changed his hair color again?
This time … it's scarlet! I've never seen it before!
Gold, white, black, and now red?!
How many colors is this little chef going to change?! '
"Is changing your hair color what you rely on to provoke me? I'll pay you back today! "
Rumble!
The old man held the fishing rod and slapped it hard on the Acheron River.
Then, the fishing rod was lifted from the surface of the Acheron River.
Hualala!
Water splashed.
The water rolled and turned into a huge blood-colored dragon.
It was transformed from the Acheron River, and it was huge, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
Wings flapping behind him, red-haired Bu Fang looked indifferently at the blood-colored water dragon and twitched the corner of his mouth.
"I hate dragons the most in my life … especially stupid dragons."
Bu Fang said.
"You're just an old man who picks up trash on the river. How dare you show off dragons in front of me?"
Bu Fang's figure became blurry in midair.
It was as if he was teleporting, as if he was teleporting.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared over the blood-colored water dragon's head.
Then, he slapped the dragon's head with his palm, causing it to explode inch by inch.
Bu Fang, a One-revolution Little Saint, seemed to be able to fight even a Fourth-revolution Little Saint with the Artifact Spirit Possession.
Suddenly, a flaming Vermilion Bird broke free from Bu Fang's body, roaring and flying away.
The old man pulled out another water dragon, which collided with the flaming Vermilion Bird.
The white steam that rose from the river was constantly hazy, causing the scene on the surface of the river to become blurry in an instant.
The audience behind the light screen was in an uproar, wailing and wailing.
Because they couldn't see the battle clearly.
They could only see a red beam of light, constantly teleporting. Its speed was too fast for their eyes to follow.
The battle seemed to be reaching its climax.
Boom …
The water splashed.
The red-haired Bu Fang landed on the river, frowning as he looked at the old man in the small boat.
"Little Host is still too weak. Otherwise, I could kill this pretentious fisherman with one slap."
He murmured softly.
All of a sudden …
His red hair faded.
His hair turned black once again.
Bu Fang furrowed his brows as he looked at the old man standing on the small boat …
Even if he used the Artifact Spirit Possession and relied on the Vermilion Bird, he might not be able to defeat that old man …
Although the old man wasn't strong, he wasn't as strong as him.
Did he have to give up the Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness?
If he couldn't find the Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness this time, he wouldn't have a chance to brew Bu Fang's peerless wine.
Thus, Bu Fang wouldn't give up easily.
His eyes focused.
Bu Fang heaved a long sigh.
He tiptoed on the river.
His figure flew out instantly.
"Again … Young man, you won't shed a tear until you see your coffin …"
The Soul Fisherman said.
However …
He had just finished his words.
His eyes widened.
He saw a dried pot emerge in Bu Fang's hand.
The scorching Dried Pot floated up and down. There was a high temperature emanating from it and a fragrance lingering in the air.
However, what made the Soul Fisherman's heart beat faster was …
The terrifying energy fluctuations and pressure emanating from the dried pot were terrifying.
That feeling …
It made the Soul Fisherman's hair stand on end.
Swish.
The small boat suddenly sank.
Bu Fang's figure landed on the boat, just one step away from the old man.
Bu Fang indifferently looked at the old man …
"Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness … Can you give it to me? If I brew the peerless wine, I'll give you a jar."
Bu Fang looked at the old man and said seriously.
Wine?
This young man wanted the Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness to brew wine?
"Does this old man look like he's short of wine?"
The Soul Fisherman said coldly.
"Yes …"
Holding the Perishing Pot in one hand, Bu Fang pondered for a while before answering.
The old man's eyes widened. He wished he could fight Bu Fang to the death.
Suddenly …
His eyes shrank …
That was because another wok had appeared in Bu Fang's other hand.
Sharp sword energy spread in an instant as if it was going to cut the void.
"What is this …"
The old man's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Looking at the Sword Pot in Bu Fang's other hand, he shivered.
If the Perishing Pot was only a threat to him, then the Sword Pot … made him feel a terrible aura of death.
"Enough …"
"The Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness is yours … But you have to keep your word. You must give me a jar of the wine you brew."
No one knew if it was because of the power of the Perishing Pot and the Sword Pot, or for some other reason.
The old man, who had been entangled with Bu Fang for a long time, suddenly chose to give the Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness to Bu Fang.
This made Bu Fang a little dazed. 'This old man … Where's your persistence?'
"You have that dog to back you up. I can't stop you … If you want it, you can take it eventually …"
The old man put on his bamboo hat again and sat on the boat.
Bu Fang put away the Perishing Pot and the Sword Pot, then took the Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness from the old man.
Rich spiritual energy rushed into Bu Fang's body, causing Bu Fang's eyes to constrict.
Compared to a one-petal Flower of Helplessness, the difference between the two was like heaven and earth.
The flower didn't seem precious to the old man.
He didn't seem to care much about giving it to Bu Fang.
Bu Fang got off the boat.
The old man sat on it, singing a ballad as he drifted into the blood mist. The leisurely sound of a bone flute drifted out and gradually dissipated.
Bu Fang looked at the old man in the distance and breathed a sigh of relief.
He put away the Nine-petal Flower of Helplessness.
Bu Fang planned to walk to the other side of the river.
Suddenly …
His body froze, and he furrowed his brows.
He tilted his head slightly.
His pupils constricted.
Beneath his feet, the white Senseless Lotus was swaying and stopped.
It was blooming with a gentle white light.
"Senseless Lotus …"
Bu Fang murmured.
Then, he bent down.
He raised his hand and gently grabbed the lotus's stem.
Thud.
The Senseless Lotus was picked …
Rumble!
After the Senseless Lotus was picked, Bu Fang's mind suddenly flickered.
He jerked his head up.
He looked at the blood mist.
There …
In the blood mist, a bronze palace swayed and drifted out …
Creak.
The tightly closed bronze door of the bronze palace suddenly opened a gap.
Through the gap, a pair of eyes stared at Bu Fang, who was holding the Senseless Lotus.
…
Acheron Valley.
The Great Sage of the Acheron Valley, who was leisurely playing with a blade of grass, suddenly shivered.
He turned his head to look at the Acheron River in disbelief …
The grass in his hand was broken by him.
"The Senseless Lotus … was picked? How could anyone pick the Senseless Lotus?! "
…
In front of the Cave of the Fallen Gods, the forbidden land of Earth Prison …
Lord Gou, who was about to do something, was shocked.
His eyes widened.
"Bu Fang, boy … You picked the Senseless Lotus! Now we're in big trouble … "
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