The Perishing Pot and the Crazy Sword Pot were mixed together.
The two were mixed together in the form of Yin and Yang fishes. This method was borrowed from his own Yin and Yang spirit sea.
Therefore, he showed a peaceful attitude.
Most importantly, Bu Fang stuffed a Fortune Flatbread into each of the two pots.
Bu Fang had planned to carve the Time Gourmet Array on the Yin-Yang Fish Pot, but after thinking about it, he realized that the new Gourmet Array hadn't been tested yet, so he didn't know how terrifying it would be.
If he didn't control it well, it would explode before he threw it out.
Therefore, Bu Fang didn't choose to carve the Time Gourmet Array on it.
Buzz …
Like a beam of flowing light, the two woks intertwined with each other and then shot forward with incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, the void collapsed as they sped along.
Tyrant Patriarch's eyes flashed like lightning as he stared at the two pots flying toward him with a disdainful look on his face.
Why should he be afraid of the means of a Nine-revolution Little Saint?
He was going to smash the two pots with one hand.
Members of the Tyrant Clan had infinite confidence in their fleshly bodies, which were their most powerful means of attack.
In the distance …
The look on Bu Fang's face was a little strange when he threw out the two pots.
The addition of the Fortune Flatbread was just a flash of inspiration.
Even Bu Fang didn't know how much the power of the two pots would increase after they collided.
But perhaps it wouldn't be too weak.
When he was just a Nine-revolution Little Saint, the power produced by the two pots was already very terrifying.
Now, his strength had improved rapidly and reached the Nine-revolution Little Saint realm.
The power of the Perishing Pot and the Crazy Sword Pot had also increased a lot.
This was also the first time Bu Fang had tested the power of the two pots.
Since Tyrant Patriarch was so strong, he might as well use him as a test subject.
In any case, the other party wanted to kill him, so he deserved to be blown up.
When Nether King Er Ha and the others saw what Bu Fang threw out, they couldn't help but be stunned.
Great Sage Acheron narrowed his eyes, while Ice Saint frowned.
Bu Fang was actually looking forward to it. With the help of the Fortune Flatbread, he didn't know how powerful the Yin-Yang Fish Pot was.
This kind of luck …
"Insignificant skill!"
Tyrant Patriarch's eyes shone like torches.
A rich fragrance lingered in the starry sky. Looking at the two pots, Tyrant Patriarch's eyes grew colder.
"As expected … You actually used dishes as a means of attack. You're even more direct than that person …"
He took a deep breath.
Tyrant Patriarch thrust out his palm.
He slapped the two pots.
He wanted to smash the two woks into smithereens.
There was a loud bang.
He swung his palm at it.
Then …
After a moment of silence, there was a loud explosion. The terrifying explosion swept across the world in an instant and filled the sky. Flames devoured everything.
Rumble!!
A terrifying explosion swept out in an instant.
A terrifying wave of air surged out.
The energy in the Sword Pot of Destruction boiled and melted the Fortune Flatbread in it.
The next moment, the fortune gas in the flatbread spread to the whole pot.
On the other side, the same thing happened to the Crazy Sword Pot.
There seemed to be a bright light blooming in the two pots.
Tyrant Patriarch felt something was wrong when he slapped the pot with his palm.
He furrowed his brows.
"Oh?"
Sword Demon Patriarch and the others, who were the closest to him, exclaimed in surprise.
They seemed to find the trick a little strange.
The explosion broke out.
Tyrant Patriarch's body was devoured in an instant.
Thousands of swords shuttled back and forth in the flames, moving extremely fast.
As the fortune gas exploded, the power of the explosion rose again.
The power of the explosion rose again, and with a deafening rumble, Sword Demon Patriarch and the others retreated several steps in horror.
Waves of air filled the air.
A deafening explosion resounded through the skies.
Everyone was completely shocked.
Looking at Tyrant Patriarch, who was devoured by the flames, they couldn't help but swallow.
Was this really the work of the chef, who was only a Nine-revolution Little Saint?
Its power was comparable to the offensive means of the Nine-revolution Great Sage!
The terrible destructive power seemed to be about to collapse the battlefield of the stars.
Great Sage Acheron widened his eyes.
Then, he grinned.
Looking at Tyrant Patriarch, who was devoured by the flames, he felt a sense of satisfaction.
"This explosion should be enough to make that guy suffer!"
Great Sage Acheron said excitedly.
Tyrant Patriarch was strong, but ordinary people couldn't withstand such an explosion.
Even a Tyrant Body would be injured.
'My little friend Bu Fang always comes up with some messy things.
I can't believe the power of the pot has increased so much as his strength has improved.
In the future, when Bu Fang's cultivation base reached the level of the Great Sage, the pot would blow a hole in the starry sky!
It was simply too violent!
In the sky …
Surging sword intent swept out as if to tear the sky apart.
After a long time, it slowly retracted and gradually disappeared.
The void was silent.
Everyone was staring at the center of the battlefield.
Over there, Tyrant Patriarch bore the brunt of the terrible explosion.
Everyone was curious whether Tyrant Patriarch's mighty body could withstand the explosion. Would it be reduced to ashes in the air?
Sword Demon Patriarch and the others focused their eyes as if they wanted to see through the void.
Suddenly …
Everyone's pupils constricted.
Hades Erha, Acheron, Great Sage, and the others also focused their eyes.
In the void …
The aftermath of the explosion spread, and the smoke and dust dissipated.
The flames disappeared, and the sword energy collapsed.
A figure stood upright in the battlefield of the stars.
Soon, everyone saw the figure clearly.
They all sucked in cold breaths.
Tyrant Patriarch stood proudly in the battlefield of the stars, his hair striking the sky like thunderbolts.
His face looked as if it had been carved by a knife. His muscles bulged and his entire body seemed to have grown several times larger out of nowhere.
His muscles, which were like those of a horned dragon, seemed to contain the power to destroy heaven and earth.
There were sword marks all over his body, which should have been caused by the Crazy Sword Pot's sword energy.
One of them was even more hideous.
It went from the base of his neck to his waist, looking very ghastly.
Drops of blood seeped out of it.
However, it was only a little.
Gurgle, gurgle.
Tyrant Patriarch's eyes were indifferent.
The corners of his mouth curved upward slightly.
The wounds on his body were wriggling at a speed visible to the naked eye as they began to heal rapidly.
In just a few moments, the hideous wound returned to its original state.
As his muscles bulged, his blood and energy surged like mighty waves hitting the reef, producing a loud explosion.
The rumbling was deafening.
"I have to say … your technique is indeed amazing. If you were an ordinary Nine-revolution Great Sage, you would have been seriously injured. Unfortunately … you met me."
Tyrant Patriarch's eyes turned and fell on Bu Fang.
There was a hint of admiration in his eyes as he looked at Bu Fang.
What he said was right.
The Tyrant Clan had an invincible fleshly body. Their fleshly body had even reached the level of immortality.
If it were Sword Demon Patriarch and the others, they might have been seriously injured by Bu Fang's move.
The enhancement of the Fortune Flatbread had made the power of the technique even more terrifying.
The power of the Perishing Pot and the Sword Pot was almost equal to the punch of the bald Acheron.
However …
With the enhancement of the Fortune Flatbread, it was a little stronger than the punch of the bald Acheron.
Tyrant Patriarch, on the other hand, was covered with cuts and bruises.
However …
But to Tyrant Patriarch, this kind of injury was just a minor one.
"You are indeed that man's inheritor. You're very strong, very talented … Perhaps compared to that man, your potential may be greater, because even that man couldn't hurt a hair of mine when he was as strong as you are now …"
The corners of Tyrant Patriarch's mouth twitched. His smile was a little gruesome, and it made the hair of those who saw it stand on end.
"But that's why you have to die!"
Gurgle, gurgle …
All of the sword scars had recovered, and the large wounds had also healed in an instant.
Tyrant Patriarch raised his hand and looked at his body, which was as good as new. A faint smile appeared on his face.
"Now, it's my turn."
Tyrant Patriarch looked up and fixed his eyes on Bu Fang.
Bu Fang's pupils constricted, and his whole body tensed up as if he was being stared at by a viper.
This feeling …
It was extremely uncomfortable.
RUMBLE!
A golden figure streaked across the sky.
In just a flash, he appeared in front of Bu Fang.
His oppressive aura made everyone tremble.
Tyrant Patriarch's body bulged like a little giant, and his fist was even bigger than Xiao Bai's.
The next moment, he threw a punch at Bu Fang's head.
If this punch landed, it would probably blow up Bu Fang's head.
Great Sage Acheron suddenly appeared.
He threw out his hand, and the water of the Acheron River quickly gathered into a spinning vortex in his palm.
He wanted to fend off the punch.
BOOM!
The fist smashed down.
Great Sage Acheron's Acheron River vortex exploded.
Great Sage Acheron's pupils constricted.
His whole body was sent flying like a cannonball, smashing into the meteorite with a loud bang.
Blood spurted out of his mouth.
Tyrant Patriarch, who had gone all out, had made Great Sage Acheron vomit blood with just one move.
Was this the power of the Great Sage at the consummate level?!
Ice Saint and Hades Erha narrowed their eyes. They were about to make a move.
However, Tyrant Patriarch jerked his head around and let out a deafening roar like a savage beast.
"Get lost!"
Roar!
Hades Erha and Ice Saint were in a trance.
They felt as if a multicolored savage beast was roaring at them.
A majestic wave of Blood Qi surged over, forcing the two of them to take several steps back.
His leg whipped out fiercely.
Then, she aimed at Bu Fang's head.
Nethery's pitch-black eyes glowed with a green radiance as she stood up straight on the Netherworld Ship.
Her aura began to fluctuate.
However, as soon as she moved, she was stopped by Bu Fang.
Looking at the terrifying and oppressive Tyrant Patriarch, Bu Fang's eyes narrowed.
'Tyrant Patriarch is really … strong.
How terrifying are Nether Puppeteer Patriarch and Di Ting Patriarch, who are even stronger? '
For the first time, Bu Fang felt that the Nether Prison's strength was so strong.
Bu Fang, on the other hand, had a vague feeling that the Patriarchs of the nine Nether Prison clans wanted to kill him.
'Perhaps they have something to do with the previous host, so they're afraid of me growing up …'
A thought flashed through his mind.
Bu Fang's divine will sank into his spirit sea in an instant.
Nine vortexes were spinning at the same time, and a golden book hovered over them with two drops of golden liquid on it.
They were the God of Cooking's divine power liquid drops.
Buzz …
White Tiger, lying in a corner of the spirit sea, opened his eyes.
Even the slumbering Black Tortoise looked over in confusion.
The Golden Divine Dragon was already shouting.
"Little Host, you're wasting God's gift … Are you going to waste divine power liquid drops again?! Do you know how precious these divine power liquid drops are?! "
The Artifact Spirits fixed their eyes on Bu Fang, who was hovering over the golden book.
White Tiger got to his feet. Perhaps he really couldn't stand it any longer.
"Host … Don't waste divine power liquid drops. Let me do it! It's not easy to get divine power liquid drops, so you must cherish them. "
White Tiger said.
Bu Fang paused for a moment.
He didn't expect the Artifact Spirits to react so violently.
The enemy this time is stronger, so isn't it normal to use divine power liquid drops?
Didn't those Artifact Spirits go crazy when he killed Black Demon, the weak Nine-revolution Great Saint of the Black Temple, with a single divine power liquid drop?
"The enemy this time may be the perfected Great Sage …"
Bu Fang's face was very serious.
However, the white tiger raised its head proudly.
"The perfected Great Sage? In my eyes, he's nothing but trash … Besides, he should be looking forward to meeting me. "
…
Buzz …
In midair …
Tyrant Patriarch threw a punch. The next moment, his fist froze.
Because he saw the change in Bu Fang's eyes.
They had become extremely sharp.
It was like a sharp longsword, or a high and mighty lord of all beasts.
His black hair turned white in an instant.
White-haired Bu Fang raised his chin, grabbed a Fortune Flatbread, stuffed it into his mouth, and took a bite.
"Tyrant boy, long time no see …"
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