The Perishing Pot and the Crazy Sword Pot were Bu Fang's most powerful killing means.
They were both Death Food Tools because he had added the Heaven and Earth Farmland's Will of the Great Path and the Exploding Gourmet Array.
However, Bu Fang had never tried to use the Perishing Pot and the Crazy Sword Pot at the same time, let alone fusing them together.
The fusion of the two dishes was not like mixing ordinary dishes and stir-frying them.
Moreover, the energy in them had to be interconnected so that the fusion process was stable and wouldn't explode.
Otherwise, once they touched each other, the Perishing Pot and the Crazy Sword Pot would explode, and Bu Fang would be devoured into ashes in an instant.
Death Food Utensils were extremely unstable offensive dishes.
This time, Bu Fang made up his mind.
After all, he had suffered a great loss in Sacred Puppet City, and he didn't want to let it go just like that!
So, before he left, he wanted to leave a deep impression on Sacred Puppet City.
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch.
He was the strongest expert of the Nether Puppeteer Clan.
His terrible aura seemed to be causing the void to collapse.
His claw came with supreme power, and it kept coming as if it wanted to smash Bu Fang into pieces in an instant!
Suddenly, Nether Puppeteer Patriarch frowned.
The palm, which seemed to be shrouded in golden light, reached toward Bu Fang's head.
He wanted to smash Bu Fang's head in an instant.
However, he saw that the young man was looking at him fearlessly.
Dishes appeared on both of his palms.
One was a dried pot, and the other a clay pot.
What did this young man, who was just a First Revolution Little Saint, want to do?
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch's heart was calm as he looked at him indifferently.
Buzz …
Bu Fang's face turned pale in an instant.
A serious look emerged in his eyes.
Both the Perishing Pot and the Crazy Pot contained terrible energy, and when they fused together, they repelled each other.
Meanwhile, Bu Fang's mental force surged out, enveloping the clay pot and the dried pot like strands of silk, erasing the repelling force between them.
With the naked eye, the Perishing Pot and the Crazy Pot kept approaching each other.
In the end, they all gathered together.
The two's auras seemed to have turned into Yin and Yang fishes, constantly circling around each other, causing their energies to be balanced …
At this stage, Bu Fang felt that his Spiritual Force was almost exhausted.
"Bu Fang! What are you doing?! "
Lord Gou finally sensed Bu Fang's abnormality. He turned his head and looked over. There was a trace of horror in his eyes as he shouted.
Hades Erha was also stunned. With a Spicy Strip in his mouth, he stared at Bu Fang.
Was this young man … crazy?
The violent energy in the clay pot and the dried pot was very strong. How could they be fused?
If they fused together, they would explode!
"Stop!"
Hades Erha finally understood. He quickly pulled the Chili Strip out of his mouth and shouted.
However, it was too late.
A strange aura that they had never seen before fused together.
The air seemed to be boiling.
In Hades Erha and Lord Gou's senses, the Yin and Yang fishes seemed to be about to explode.
A dazzling light shone through heaven and earth!
Buzz …
"Don't be afraid … It's just to give Nether Prison a big gift."
Bu Fang's face was pale, and beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. The corners of his mouth twitched as he calmly said.
He was panting violently.
The Perishing Pot and the Crazy Sword Pot used the same Gourmet Array, but it was still so difficult to fuse them.
If they were different Gourmet Arrays, how difficult would it be to fuse them?
But now, Bu Fang had no energy to think about that.
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch's palm was approaching.
Bu Fang grinned, his eyes flashing.
His eyes flashed, and he slapped the Yin-Yang fishes.
Instantly …
A whistling sound rang out.
The Perishing Pot and the Crazy Sword Pot shot out and smashed toward Nether Puppeteer Patriarch!
"How dare a mere One-revolution Little Saint attack me?"
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch narrowed his eyes in disdain.
As the Yin Yang Fish spun, the energy within it was somewhat indistinct.
Although there were traces of dangerous aura spreading.
However, how could the Little Saint, who had not gone through the first transition, pose a threat to him?
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch slapped his claw at the Yin-Yang fish!
Boom!!!
An explosion that shook the heavens suddenly resounded!
The explosion was accompanied by terrible flames and sword intent. The terrible strangling force swallowed Nether Puppeteer Patriarch in an instant!
A huge mushroom cloud suddenly exploded and rushed into the sky!
Billowing smoke filled the air …
At this moment, the entire Sacred Puppet City seemed to have lost its voice.
Everyone was dumbfounded as they stared at the explosion in the sky.
All that was left was the terrifying rumbling that continued to sweep through the area …
This was Bu Fang's final gift to Sacred Puppet City.
Outside Saint Owl City, the giant puppet moved.
The gigantic palm suddenly swung over.
Clasping his hands together.
He wrapped the huge explosion in his palm …
Some of the flames seeped through the gaps in his palms, but it was greatly weakened.
Boom!!
Amidst the explosion, there was another one.
Then, the huge Sacred Nether Puppet's palm seemed to have broken pieces falling from it.
The huge explosion was forcibly suppressed.
Buzz …
The palm opened.
Above the golden palm stood a red-faced old man.
A red-faced old man stood on it. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the void where it disappeared. His expression was as cold as water.
The old man raised his hand. The sword energy had torn a gash in his palm. The flesh in the wound wriggled and quickly healed. Not even blood flowed out.
The injury was not serious, but the shock in his heart was indescribable.
"This feeling … Could it be that he is that man's inheritor?!
Impossible … That man had clearly fallen in the starry sky, dead and gone. There can't be an inheritor!
If he is really that man's inheritor … He must die! There should not be such a person in this world! Not even one! "
The shock in Nether Puppeteer Patriarch's heart was far greater than the injury in his palm.
Although the injury was only caused by a Little Saint, it was still not enough.
His mind flickered.
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch's will immediately spread in all directions.
The whole Nether Prison seemed to be restless at this moment.
In the Di Ting Clan's land …
A slumbering existence slowly opened his eyes, as if there was a mysterious torrent flowing within them ….
The Tyrant Clan.
A figure burned by five Nether flames slowly rose to his feet. His terrifying flesh and blood rumbled, and his aura seemed to collapse the void.
All the Patriarchs of the various clans in Nether Prison seemed to wake up at this moment.
…
Earth Prison …
The sky was torn apart.
Three figures walked out of it.
The corners of Lord Gou and Hades Erha's mouths twitched violently.
They turned to look at Bu Fang, whose face was pale and bloodless, and felt a little strange.
"I haven't seen you for a long time. Bu Fang young man … Your temper is getting worse."
Hades Erha said with a spicy strip dangling between his lips.
Lord Gou, on the other hand, rolled his eyes.
"Why bother? Although the fusion of his two dishes is powerful, it's far from enough to kill that old fellow. At most, it can only break his skin … It's meaningless."
Lord Gou said.
Nether King Er Ha, on the other hand, nodded in agreement.
"By the way … Isn't it inappropriate for us to bring Bu Fang young man back at this time?"
Hades Erha said.
"I heard that the young man has entered the finals … It's not easy."
"What's inappropriate about it? The people of Nether Prison are obviously up to no good. Do you think that even if Bu Fang boy wins the championship, given the character of those old fellows in Nether Prison, they will let Bu Fang be irrigated by the Will of the Great Path? "
Lord Gou said, twitching his mouth.
"Those old fellows just want to use this competition to show Nether Prison's power. Once Bu Fang can really kill one or two of the so-called three kings … Hehe, those old fellows will definitely let the Great Sage do it.
"They won't allow anyone outside Nether Prison to win the championship … Besides, if I'm not wrong, Lord Gou, it seems that Nether Prison is about to make a move again. It has always wanted to promote the Netherworld into a great world, and it can't wait to do so.
"Especially after they see you obtain the inheritance of that old fellow, Tian Cang, they will become more and more uneasy. After all, even if there is another Tian Cang, Nether Prison will be afraid, although … you are still far from your father."
Lord Gou said.
Hades Erha rolled his eyes with a spicy strip dangling between his lips.
'This mangy dog is really talkative recently.'
"What should we do now? It's not easy for Bu Fang young man to use that move … Where are we taking him? "
Hades Erha said.
"Where are we going?"
Lord Gou paused, then the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a strange look.
"We're going to a good place."
Lord Gou said.
"Oh?"
Hades Erha paused.
The next moment, Lord Gou carried the three figures across the void and sped toward the distance.
That direction …
It was the source of the Acheron River.
"Dammit! Mangy dog, you want me to fight with that old fool, Acheron, don't you? You want to take advantage of me?! You know that old fool wants to beat me the moment he sees me! "
Soon, Hades Erha's voice rang out in the sky.
…
The battle was over.
The sudden battle between Great Sages was beyond everyone's expectations.
The little chef from the Heaven Chief Realm had disappeared, taken away by the Great Sage.
What about tomorrow's competition?
Did this mean that the team from the Heaven Chief Realm had admitted defeat?
Many people looked at each other.
However, the people of Nether Prison were wild with joy.
The Heaven Chief Realm's team admitted defeat, which meant that the champion of tomorrow's team competition would be the Nether Prison team.
Nether Prison was indeed invincible!
However, many Nether Prison people knew that.
The reason why Bu Fang left was that he was forced by the Nether Prison experts.
They felt a little awkward.
However, this feeling quickly disappeared.
Even if that chef wasn't forced to leave, did he think he could defeat the experts of the best team in Nether Prison?
He probably hadn't woken up from his dream yet!
On the second day.
The finals officially began, and the various miniature worlds began to broadcast the competition.
However, they were informed that the Heaven Chief World team had announced their forfeiture.
The quota for the Heaven Chief Tournament team competition and individual competition was cancelled.
This instantly aroused the dissatisfaction of all the people in the world.
They had placed countless expectations on the dark horse of the Heaven Chief Realm, but in the end, it ended up like this.
Many people felt that there was a conspiracy in Nether Prison!
But … they had no way to prove it.
In the end, the Netherworld's Tournament of the Great Path had become a civil war between Nether Prison experts.
The individual competition was almost exclusively between Nether Prison experts.
The three Kings of the younger generation finally made their moves, and they each took the top three places.
The younger generation of Nether Prison was still trembling under the pressure of the three Kings.
With the end of the Netherworld's Tournament of the Great Path's individual competition, Nether Prison also sent emissaries to various small worlds.
A joint operation that Nether Prison had been planning for a long time was finally about to begin.
…
Earth Prison.
In the Acheron Valley …
Hades Erha sat sadly on a big rock with a spicy strip dangling from his mouth, his face bruised and his nose swollen.
From time to time, he would touch his nose, and there would be dark red blood flowing out of his nose.
There were often tears in his eyes because he had been tricked.
In the Acheron Valley …
Bu Fang sat cross-legged in the valley for a long time. It took him three days in a row to barely recover his mental force.
On the fourth day …
Bu Fang opened his eyes and spread his divine will.
In the valley, he came into contact with three powerful Divine Wills.
Without a doubt, they belonged to the Lord Gou, the Great Sage of the Acheron Valley, and Hades Erha.
The Great Sage of the Acheron Valley held the grass and squinted at Bu Fang.
When he saw that Bu Fang had woken up, he immediately leaned over with a kind look on his face.
"Little fellow, your mental force has recovered, right? You said you would find me to brew wine when you return from Nether Prison … Now you should fulfill your promise, right? I've prepared the grass for you … "
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