1348 Buddha-like Artifact Spiri (1/2)

Gray-green-haired Bu Fang yawned, and tears were welling in his eyes. After being possessed by the Black Turtle, his defense was unbreakable, so he had no trouble protecting the Black Temple. With eyes half-opened, he curled up in a chair, too lazy to even move.

In the sky, the Nether King Halberd was caught by the puppet. Made with Nether King Tian Cang's body, this Heavenly Nether Puppet was extremely formidable. Even if an expert died, his flesh would still be very strong, and Tian Cang was a good example.

There was a hint of confusion on Tian Cang's face as he looked at the halberd, but he regained his cold look in the next instant.

At this moment, Er Ha arrived. As he looked at the puppet's face, the corners of his mouth kept twitching. ”Dad, it's me!” he shouted. However, what answered him was the puppet's cold glance.

The halberd was flung back by the puppet. It flew whistling through the air, shattering the void, and in a flash, it was in front of Er Ha. He raised a hand and grabbed the halberd, but a great force pushed him back several steps in midair. The puppet's strength was incredible, seemingly stronger than even a Perfected Great Saint. With Er Ha's cultivation base, he could not defeat him.

A clattering sound rang out as the ground moved. Yellow Spring Great Sage walked out of the ruin with his shining bald head and an incredulous look. He never thought that this Heavenly Nether Puppet would be so strong. 'He's indeed the man who had once attacked Nether Prison…Although he has become a puppet now, he's still so fearsome…' Touching his bald head, Yellow Spring Great Sage sighed. Then, he kicked the ground and shot himself into the sky like a cannonball.

Jets of air burst out from the puppet's back and pushed him toward Er Ha with mighty pressure.

Buzz…

Even as he drew nearer, he raised a hand. The metal plate on his arm lifted, and the muzzle under it began to flash with a scarlet light as energy gathered. The next moment, an energy beam shot toward Er Ha.

Er Ha was a little dazed at the moment, and he didn't seem to know how to avoid the energy beam, which contained terrible destructive force.

Boom!

Suddenly, Yellow Spring Great Sage came to his side and threw a punch at the energy beam. A deafening explosion erupted as the fist struck the beam, causing its energy to spill in all directions.

The energy beam had disappeared. Breathing heavily, Yellow Spring Great Sage brought his hand up, and a look of disbelief came over his face when he saw his fist had turned red. The power of the energy beam was too scary! It actually contained the Will of the Great Path that had been compressed!

The metal plate retracted as the Heavenly Nether Puppet twisted his neck. A terrible, oppressive aura spread from him.

Yellow Spring Great Sage waved his fist to cool it down. The next moment, a sharp whistle broke out, then the Heavenly Nether Puppet appeared at his side, throwing a punch at him. The oppressive sound made by the fist as it punched through the air instantly widened his eyes.

The two of them began to fight again in midair. The puppet attacked faster and faster, and Yellow Spring Great Sage was having a hard time catching up with him.

After being in a daze for a while, Er Ha finally snapped back to his senses. The next moment, a fierce look leaped into his eyes. A Fortune Flatbread appeared in his hand, and in his fury, he hurriedly bit it and swallowed. In an instant, a wisp of fortune gas rushed into his body.

What he hoped to happen did not happen, but his aura began to skyrocket, climbing steadily until it stopped at the level of Eight-revolution Great Saint. He clenched his fists and felt the mighty power in him. With the enhancement of the Nether King Armor, he knew he could fight a Nine-revolution Great Saint now.

Er Ha focused his eyes as a wicked smile brushed his lips. ”Dad, I'm sorry… but I have to do this!”

Boom!

He clutched the Nether King Halberd and rushed into the battlefield, fighting the Heavenly Nether Puppet with Yellow Spring Great Sage. The battle turned white-hot in an instant, and a rumbling sound filled the air. Soon, they moved their battle to the battlefield of the stars.

…

Meanwhile, in God Vanishing Mountain…

Ice Saint was sitting on a chunk of ice that had not melted for ten thousand years. Suddenly, her long eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes. There seemed to be a snowstorm howling in her pupils, and a cold look emerged on her stunning face. She rose to her feet, her white dress waving gently in the wind. Then, she pointed the ground with her toe and flew into the sky.

Just as she was leaving the mountain, however, an invisible force stopped her, and that put a frown on her beautiful brows. Despite this, she ignored the invisible force and continued flying away. The familiar aura she sensed in the distance made her heart beat faster and faster.

…

All the experts had rushed into the battlefield of the stars, and the ground turned quiet for a moment.

Feeling the bursting energy in him, Sword Demon Patriarch turned and fixed his eyes on the Black Temple. His lips curved upward into an evil smile. With the bald Yellow Spring Great Sage gone, it meant that his opportunity had come. However…

He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Bu Fang. Whenever he saw this young man, his heart skipped a beat. After all, this was the guy who killed Tyrant Patriarch. Therefore, he didn't have absolute confidence even with the help of the Heaven-defying Fortune Wine.

To be sure, Sword Demon Patriarch believed that Bu Fang could not use that level of strength without limitation, for he was just a Nine-revolution Little Saint. If every Nine-revolution Little Saint was so heaven-defying, what was the point of having Great Saints? 'Even that man could not reach this level when he was a Nine-revolution Little Saint…' he thought to himself.

The vortex above the Black Temple had begun to spread, growing larger and larger. It was as if a supreme expert was devouring all the surrounding energy. 'The dog is making a breakthrough… I have to stop him.' Sword Demon Patriarch focused his eyes as he floated up and hovered in front of the Black Temple.