The Black Temple was good at assassination.
In the past, its most impressive achievement was the assassination of Earth Prison's Old Hades Tenzang.
At that time, Tian Cang led an army to Nether Prison and fought the Great Sage of the nine clans outside the starry sky.
However, the mighty Hades Tenzang was attacked by an expert of the Black Temple and was seriously injured.
Then, he was ganged up on by the Great Sage of the nine clans and killed.
That battle made the Black Temple's reputation spread throughout Earth Prison and Nether Prison, and the forbidden lands came into the view of the experts because of that battle.
In the past, the forbidden lands were very low-key.
Some people didn't even know that there was a forbidden existence comparable to the Great Sage in the forbidden lands.
That was until the Black Temple attacked and killed Old Hades.
That was how the secret of the forbidden lands became known to the public.
Why did the forbidden lands exist?
Why did they become forbidden lands? And who were the experts in them?
These were all unsolved mysteries …
This time, the expert of the Black Temple made his move.
He was about to complete a perfect assassination.
He had almost blind confidence in his assassination skills.
His target this time was not the powerful Great Sage or the famous Perfected Little Saint.
He was just a chef who had just reached the realm of the First Revolution Little Saint.
The First Revolution Little Saint …
In the eyes of the Black Temple expert, he was no different from an ant.
However, out of the integrity of an assassin, the Black Temple assassin carefully planned to carry out a perfect assassination.
He wanted to kill the enemy without him knowing.
Black smoke swirled in the air.
Amidst the smoke, a face was revealed.
It was faintly discernible, emanating an extremely terrible aura.
Buzz …
A dagger as thin as a cicada's wing fell into his hand.
Slowly approaching, slowly approaching …
The chef's breathing was calm, and he didn't notice his approach at all.
'Die, die in peace …' he thought.
The corner of the Black Temple expert's mouth twitched slightly.
The chef's fair neck grew larger and larger in his field of vision.
The dagger, as thin as a cicada's wing, was almost hovering over the man's neck.
He could behead this chef.
Only then would he be able to complete the mission given by the Lord.
One, two … three …
The assassin of the Black Temple was calculating the best time to strike with his dagger.
When he counted to three.
Suddenly, the Black Temple assassin froze.
Because opposite him, Chef, who had his eyes tightly shut, suddenly opened his eyes.
She looked at him calmly and peacefully, and their eyes collided …
There was a moment of awkwardness in the air.
The eyes of the Black Hall assassin sharpened at this moment.
"Die!!"
Buzz …
The dagger, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, seemed to be shaking like a cicada's wing. The next moment, it suddenly slashed toward Bu Fang's neck.
It seemed as if it wanted to cut off Bu Fang's head.
At this moment, Bu Fang felt a terrifying killing intent.
This killing intent caused Bu Fang's drowsiness to suddenly disappear.
The invincibility of the Vermillion Robe was unleashed at this moment.
He blocked the sure-kill attack.
It had to be said.
This assassin was indeed amazing.
Bu Fang almost didn't react.
"Who are you?"
Bu Fang furrowed his brows and asked coldly.
A bird cry rang out.
After the invincibility of the Vermillion Robe blocked that move, it instantly collapsed with a loud bang.
At this moment, Bu Fang moved.
The bandage on his arm suddenly fell apart.
A bestial roar rang out. Yin and Yang Qi swirled around his fist, bringing with it a terrifying energy and aura.
He suddenly threw a punch.
The assassin didn't expect that he would fail …
The dagger slashed horizontally, but it didn't cut off the guy's head.
"How is this possible?"
He had planned it all out!
With the cultivation base of a One-revolution Little Saint, how could he resist his attack?
However, before he had time to recover from his mistake, a voice suddenly rang out.
Bu Fang threw a punch.
This chef seemed to know that he would be unscathed. Just as the dagger was about to land on his neck, his fist was about to land on his face.
So desperate?
The assassin sucked in a deep breath.
Boom!
It was too late to dodge.
Bu Fang's Taotie Arm smashed hard on the assassin's face.
Yin and Yang energy swirled, bursting out an extremely powerful aura.
Boom!
A loud explosion rang out.
That figure was blasted out of the room by a huge force, blasting a hole in the wall of the room.
The Vermillion Robe on Bu Fang turned scarlet in a flash.
His face was cold.
He dashed out.
The flaming wings on his back flashed as he rushed out.
"You actually blocked my perfect assassination?!"
An incredulous voice rang out in the void …
Bu Fang hovered in the void, his hair fluttering as he coldly looked at the assassin hovering in the void.
"Who are you? Assassinate me? Did Nether Prison send you? "
Bu Fang said coldly.
The assassin's assassination method made Bu Fang break out in a cold sweat.
If he didn't have the invincibility of the Vermillion Robe, he might have been beheaded.
"Nether Prison? No … "
"I don't care where you're from … You make me very angry."
Bu Fang said.
His mind flickered.
The sleepy Little Hu was taken out of the Heaven and Earth Farmland by Bu Fang, holding him in his arms.
Bu Fang rubbed Little Hu's head.
Then, he pointed at the assassin in the distance, patting Little Hu's head.
Little Hu's eyes lit up.
The two tails on its buttocks began to sway.
He opened his fox mouth.
Golden light continued to condense in his mouth …
"Ah … Da Da Da Da Da …"
A moment later, a surging sound exploded.
Golden energy balls shot out one by one, heading straight for the assassin.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The assassin's figure kept moving in the void.
He quickly dodged.
"You could dodge my first wave of assassination … It really surprised me. But … it doesn't mean you don't have to die!"
The assassin said coldly.
He was a Nine Revolution Little Saint.
Killing a First Revolution Little Saint was a piece of cake for him.
What he needed to do now was to kill this chef before the Great Sage of Nether Prison or the Nine Revolution Little Saint arrived.
That was his top priority.
Buzz …
His figure suddenly disappeared in the air.
A moment later, he approached Bu Fang's side.
However, in response, the fox opened its mouth and spat out a big ball of fire. Boom!
Boom! Boom!
One after another, energy balls exploded around his body.
He opened a black energy shield to block these energy balls.
The assassin was a little confused. He found that he couldn't get close to this chef.
His figure moved, and a strange movement technique burst out. His figure was like a mudfish, constantly squirming in the air.
…
The battle in the void instantly attracted the attention of many people.
In the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion, a group of people, who were discussing how to deal with Bu Fang tomorrow, were startled, looking at the sky outside.
"Someone dares to fight in Sacred Puppet City?"
The few of them exchanged glances with each other before shooting out one after another.
They rushed out of the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion.
In the distant sky, they could clearly see the scene of the battle.
A young man in a scarlet chef's robe was holding a fox and constantly firing.
Around the young man, there was a black shadow that was moving around using a mysterious movement technique.
"Hiss!"
"Is that a Nine Revolution Little Saint?"
"That boy with the fox seems to be the Heaven Chief?"
…
When Lu Yu and the others saw Bu Fang's face clearly, they took a deep breath and said incredulously.
After the battle in Sacred Puppet City, Bu Fang actually fought with a Nine Revolution Little Saint?
"That Nine Revolution Little Saint's aura is so strange. I've never sensed it before … And his movement technique is very amazing! "
Zhang Qiubai commented.
However, when they looked at Bu Fang, who was holding a fox and forcing the Nine Revolution Little Saint to keep moving, they felt a headache coming on …
They couldn't believe that the chef from the Heaven Chief Realm had such a f * cking trick.
They weren't the only ones.
The battle naturally attracted the attention of many people in the inn.
Also, it attracted the attention of the crowd below the inn.
The Black Temple assassin was a little anxious.
The fox's firepower made it difficult for him to get close to Bu Fang.
They, the people of the Black Temple, were good at assassination, but they were still much weaker in a face-to-face fight.
"If this goes on, it will attract the attention of the city guards of Sacred Puppet City and the Great Sage of Nether Prison …"
The Black Temple expert pondered.
The next moment …
His figure suddenly tore through the void and flew into it.
"Oh?"
"This technique … is somewhat like the fighting technique of the Shadow Demon Clan?"
"No … It's more skillful than the fighting technique of the Shadow Demon Clan …"
Zhang Qiubai and the others were talking about it.
The Black Temple expert flew into the void.
Bu Fang furrowed his brows.
Because his divine will had lost track of the Black Temple assassin.
All of a sudden …
The void behind him was torn apart.
A dagger as thin as a cicada's wing slashed toward his neck.
The dagger's sharp edge gave Bu Fang goosebumps all over his body.
The elusive way of attacking made Bu Fang even more vigilant.
Also, Bu Fang raised his head and looked into the distance.
This kind of battle hadn't attracted the attention of the city guards or the Great Sage of Nether Prison.
Was he purposely letting the assassin kill him?
Bu Fang immediately guessed what the Nether Prison expert was thinking.
His eyes grew colder as he twitched the corner of his mouth.
The Black Temple expert, who had flown into the void and seemed to have become one with it, also thought of the same thing.
Logically speaking, they should have attracted the attention of a Nether Prison Great Saint as soon as they made a move.
But after so long, no Nether Prison expert came to deal with it.
"Is he indulging himself in killing this chef?
It seems this chef has offended the Great Sage of Nether Prison … "
The Black Temple assassin was overjoyed. He didn't expect the Nether Prison expert to help him like this.
This chef was just a First Revolution Little Saint. At most, he had more tricks up his sleeve, and it would take him some time to kill him. Now that he had time, this chef … would die for sure!
Buzz …
The void was torn apart again.
Suddenly, it appeared behind Bu Fang's head and pierced it with a dagger.
In the distant void …
The Nine Revolution Little Saint of Nether Prison hovered in midair, sneering at Bu Fang, who had shone brilliantly in the arena today.
Over his head, the Great Sage of Nether Prison hovered.
As long as the chef from the Heaven Chief Realm died …
His Excellency the Great Sage would strike with lightning speed and obliterate that person.
Since he dared to attack in Sacred Puppet City … he naturally needed to be punished!
Zhang Qiubai and the others also noticed the situation.
"It seems that … we don't need to discuss tomorrow's battle plan. This boy … might not even be able to fight tomorrow."
Ba Wu crossed his arms over his chest and said with a faint smile.
Lu Yu and the others looked as calm as usual. They only discussed the battle plan to make sure nothing went wrong.
Zhang Qiubai, on the other hand, felt a little pity.
…
Rumble!
A beam of golden light suddenly appeared. Bu Fang stepped on Xiaopi's back.
Xiaopi immediately burst forth with extreme speed, shuttling through the void.
For a moment, the assassin who had fled into the void could not keep up with Bu Fang's pace.
After all, the resistance in the void was so great that it was very difficult to move like in the outside world.
Rumble!
He gave up on fleeing into the void.
The Black Temple assassin rushed out in an instant.
The dagger flew into the sky, turned into eight daggers as thin as cicada's wings, and turned into a flying wheel, sweeping toward Bu Fang.
The wheel spun, tearing the void to pieces.
Bu Fang's eyes were extremely cold.
He raised his head.
He glanced into the distance.
His eyes seemed to see Zhang Qiubai and the others, as well as the Nine Revolution Little Saint, who was hiding in the void, and the Nether Prison Great Sage, who was watching everything.
"Since that's the case … I won't hold back."
Bu Fang said coldly.
His voice was also a little cold.
His mind flickered.
Facing the flying wheel …
Bu Fang's eyes suddenly became incomparably vicissitude …
His originally pitch-black hair slowly fluttered in the air, covered in a layer of dark green that swept past the tip of his hair.
Bu Fang's entire aura had undergone a monstrous change.
It was as if a vast aura was spreading out.
"Ah …"
Yawning, Bu Fang's eyes were half-open …
He was very sleepy.
His body floated lazily in the void.
Every Artifact Spirit could only possess a body once a day. Since he had possessed the White Tiger, he would use the Black Turtle this time … It just so happened that the Black Turtle's defense would give him enough time to take out his killer weapon.
Swoosh.
The flying wheel sped over.
Even the void was constantly being torn apart by the slashes.
Buzz …
All of a sudden …
A black wok appeared in the green-haired Bu Fang's hand.
He threw the black wok up, spinning in the void …
Buzz …
It spun faster and faster, and the black wok grew bigger, wrapping Bu Fang in it.
The flying wheel hit the black wok and bounced off, sending sparks everywhere …
Hmm?
In the void …
The Black Temple assassin's eyes narrowed.
Then, his figure rapidly tore through the sky.
Holding the dagger, he hit the black wok.
The dagger fiercely slashed down, but it couldn't break the black wok!
What a strong black wok! What a strong defense!
Zhang Qiubai and the others couldn't help but narrow their eyes when they saw this.
All of a sudden …
The black wok disappeared.
It turned into a small wok, floating in Bu Fang's hand.
It was held in Bu Fang's palm.
On Bu Fang's other palm, a figure appeared.
It was an earthy yellow clay pot.
Over the clay pot, surging sword intent suddenly spread …
Bu Fang's dark green hair disappeared, turning back to black. He looked at the Black Temple assassin with an expressionless face.
His eyes were indifferent, with a hint of madness …
At this moment, it was indeed time to go crazy.
"Death Food Tool … Crazy Sword Pot, feel the madness!"
Bu Fang's faint voice resounded through the void like a morning bell.
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