The broken blade of a medium-grade spiritual weapon is naturally a good thing. But Wang Bufan did not accept it, but returned it to the disciple. Everyone has their own opportunities, and there is no need to swallow up other people's opportunities for yourself. Of course, this is limited to the same brothers.

Wang Bufan repeatedly pushed to no avail, until he straightened his face, and the disciple took back his own opportunity. "Senior brother, can we stop for half an hour and let the senior brothers find an opportunity here?" Under the strong instigation of everyone, Niu Baicao came to Wang Bufan and made this request to him on behalf of everyone. "Half an hour is enough, an hour, but don't scatter the team too much, so as not to suffer sudden accidents. "One hour is enough for these saboteurs with thousands of catties of strength to dig into the ground.

Everyone roared and thanked Wang Bufan, and then as if the beast nature had exploded, they rushed to be the first to be a master of digging the ground. Wang Bufan didn't join in the fun, stayed away from the dusty area, and continued to sit on the ground and cultivate. As the time of entering the Ghost Sea became longer and longer, and the number of cultivators who successfully stepped into the Spirit Lake Middle Realm would also increase, Wang Bufan deeply felt the pressure beyond the control of his power. It's still that reason, he is not afraid of cultivators who have just entered the Linghu Middle Realm, but the more time passes, the more vigorous the cultivation of the cultivators in the Linghu Middle Realm becomes, and the combat power grows rapidly, and with the blessing of spiritual power, there will always be a time when it is comparable to or even surpasses his forty Huang power.

Moreover, there are those unknown factors that make Wang Bufan feel more and more unstable. If he doesn't step into the middle of the Spirit Lake for a day, he won't dare to slack off for a day. An hour later, Wang Bufan stopped cultivating, and the disciples' opportunity to dig into the ground was over. The disciples were quite helpless, and dug for an hour with joy, but as a result, there was no other harvest except for digging more than 30 large pits large and small as deep as several zhang. All of them looked like earth monkeys, and they were tired and panting.

"Let's go. After the disciples took a short break to clean up their moods, the team returned to the road. Destination, the Seven Cities in the middle of the Netherworld. Not long after the procession had marched, suddenly, a terrifying scream rang out from the back of the procession. Everyone hurriedly turned around and looked back, only to find a disciple with his eyes wide open and struggling in pain. From his mouth, which was so open that even the corners of his mouth were torn, purple flames erupted. In an instant, the disciple's body burst out from the inside out with a strong purple flame, engulfing him in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a pool of fly ash, and the purple flame attached to the accumulated dust, and burned for a moment before it gradually extinguished. The disciples retreated in horror, not knowing what had happened. "Ah, it hurts!" while everyone was panicking, another disciple shouted, and then slapped his neck.

Seeing that everyone was looking at me in amazement, the disciple hurriedly explained, "I didn't spontaneously combust, but it seems that some kind of insect has bitten me." "A strange insect bites you?!" Wang Bufan suddenly remembered something, jumped down from the big chariot, and quickly came to the disciple's side. Removing the palm of the disciple's neck without saying anything, Wang Bufan carefully looked at the small wound that was oozing blood, and his brows became tighter and tighter.

"I'm going to knife you, and if you're not careful, you'll die. But if you don't do it, you will definitely die, and the death will be the same as him!" Following the direction pointed by Wang Bufan, this disciple saw the senior brother of the same pavilion who had already turned to ashes. Panicked, he couldn't help but shudder, and nodded to Wang Bufan again and again, "I believe in senior brother, I believe in ...... master" A 'bang' sounded, and Wang Bufan slashed this disciple with his palm. In the middle of his hand, a sharp dagger appeared in his hand. Then, he put down the disciple and carefully sliced the dagger into the area around the wound on the disciple's neck under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The sound of the dagger cutting through the muscles was like pulling a rag, dull and delicate and extremely harsh, making people feel as uncomfortable as a cat claw and a dog scratching, very stably. But Wang Bufan's right hand holding the dagger did not tremble in the slightest, and cut around the small wound very calmly. Soon, a bloody piece of meat the size of a small strawberry was cut off. This piece of meat is exactly where the worm bites. "All behind me, quick!" The dagger was inserted into the flesh, and Wang Bufan burst out with all his strength and quickly threw it into no one's place. "Whew~!"

As soon as the piece of meat was thrown more than ten zhang away, it was still in mid-air, and a strong purple flame rose out. The daggers stuck in the flesh were visibly turned into iron juice dripping under the burning of this purple flame. Everyone was completely frightened, and they all looked around in shock, lest they would also be bitten by insects.

"Who still feels the sharp pain of being bitten by an insect?!" Wang Bufan asked loudly, and none of the disciples spoke, which made him very relieved. Glancing at the various pits dug by the disciples just now, Wang Bufan couldn't help but shudder. After feeding the bitten disciple with an elixir, he carried him onto the chariot and ordered everyone to leave as quickly as possible, away from the deep earth pits. It took a long time for everyone to recover from their fright, and they all talked about the strange things that had just happened. Niu Baicao stepped forward and cautiously asked, "Senior brother, what is it?"

Farther and farther away from the deep pit, Wang Bufan finally put his mind at ease and breathed a sigh of relief. "It's a flame beetle, a bug that looks like a ladybug. It's just that it's all red, like a piece of red-hot iron. After being drilled into the body, it will spontaneously combust when it encounters blood for too long, thus completely incinerating the person. ”

"This flame beetle lives in the molten rivers deep underground all year round, and usually does not appear in the world. If you can dig out of the pit, it means that the river of molten lava has risen underground. "Beneath this Netherworld, there was originally a volcano. Now the lava river is surging, and even the flame beetles have come out...... I'm afraid I'm going to suffer. No longer bothering with Niu Baicao, Wang Bufan's face was solemn, and he urged the team urgently. "Hurry up, hurry up, even faster! Within half a month, we must enter one of the seven cities, we must enter!"

According to the records on the map, when the flame beetle was born, it took about a month or so for the people of the Earth Spirit Pavilion to rush one after another, and after various dangers and insect attacks, they finally came to the junction between the outer and central parts of the Netherworld Sea ten days later. When there was still a thousand zhang away from the junction, Wang Bufan ordered everyone to rest and recover to their best condition for the next battle. "Senior brother, I seem to be about to open up the Spirit Lake, it's hard to suppress!" Niu Baicao is about to break through, which is a good thing. But he felt that he was about to break through the battle, as if he was avoiding the battle, so he was very reluctant and wanted to ask Wang Bufan to give an idea, whether he could temporarily suppress it and wait until it was not a battle to break the realm.

"I'm not a true immortal, so there are so many ideas and methods, and even if I do, I won't tell you that breaking through the realm is a good thing. Break it safely and securely, there won't be any big problems with me. "There will be no big problems, there will still be problems, even if it is only a small problem. However, Niu Baicao was completely difficult to suppress, so he had to rein in his mind and concentrate on opening up Linghu. Looking at Niu Baicao, who was concentrating on breaking through the realm, Wang Bufan was more or less envious in his heart. How many times have he opened up the Spirit Lake, even before the abolition of the Purple Mansion, it seems that there have been as many as six times.

"Damn, this person who has opened up the Spirit Lake in the Howling Desolate Realm many times, I am estimated to be the most, right?!" Wang Bufan laughed at himself, then reined in his thoughts, and looked at the junction between the outside and the middle from a distance. According to the map, there will be guardian monsters at the junction. The specific type of demon beast is uncertain, some people have experienced the three-headed demon ape, some people have seen the human-faced demon spider, and some people have witnessed the bloodthirsty shark man with the head of the shark and the human body. And at this moment, everywhere Wang Bufan's gaze could see, except for the tall and almost heavenly forbidden gate, there was only an empty and barren place.

"Could it be that there is no longer the existence of the guardian demon beast now?" It's okay to think about it casually, but Wang Bufan really doesn't dare to base the lives of his thirty-five people on this random idea. He raised his attention and kept an eye on everything that was going on at the junction...... Half an hour passed, and all the disciples were back to their best. Only Niu Baicao was still immersed in the broken realm, his face expressionless as that of an old monk, and there was no sign of waking up. After waiting for another stick of incense, seeing that Niu Baicao still had no signs of waking up, Wang Bufan decided to give up waiting and led the team into the middle of the Netherworld. It may be more than half a month before the overwhelming roar appears, but the flame beetles have already begun to appear. Every extra moment of waiting increases the danger for everyone.

So, he could only make such a decision. "There may be demon beasts in the future, so you must be cautious. After reminding everyone, Wang Bufan led the team towards the junction. At the junction between the exterior and the middle, there is a particularly obvious sign, that is, the lilac ring curtain prohibition. The outside of the prohibition is the outside, and the inside of the prohibition is the middle. The ban is very strong, and at least the predecessors of the Purple Mansion Realm of the three combined forces are unable to break through it strongly. If you want to enter the forbidden house, you can only go through the forbidden door left on the lilac ring curtain. There are as many as seven forbidden gates, which seem to correspond to the seven cities in the central part of the country.

I don't know what the other forbidden gates look like, but the king in front of him can see it clearly. It is nearly 100 zhang high, more than ten zhang wide, and the door frame is a thunder spiritual power that swims like a snake, as if it will explode in the next moment, turning into endless divine thunder. Outside the forbidden gate, it was empty, and the dust was an inch deep, apparently not a man or beast had passed through for many years. "The middle part has arrived, there are no guardian demon beasts, let's take this opportunity to rush in!" a disciple shouted, excitedly breaking away from the team and rushing towards the forbidden gate. When passing by, Wang Bufan grabbed him and threw him back. At the same time, he also snatched the spear in his hand and threw it at the forbidden gate.

Like a flying snake breaking through the air, the spear shot straight towards the spacious and empty forbidden door. "Boom~!" The thunder spiritual power that filled the door frame bombarded, and the spear made of pure gold turned into ashes in an instant, and completely drifted away with the breeze, leaving no traces. The disciple who was thrown back to the ground was dizzy, and Ben was still a little displeased with Wang Bufan's excessive caution, but he was stunned when he saw his second spear turn into ashes in an instant. He knew better than anyone that although the Zhang'er spear was not a half-step spiritual weapon, it was also an existence that was far stronger than his body. However, at this moment, even the second spear was easily turned into ashes, if Wang Bufan hadn't stopped him just now......

"Thank you Senior Brother for rescuing, thank you Senior Brother for rescuing!" the disciple thanked again and again, and his attitude could not be described as insincere. Wang Bufan ignored him and stared straight at the forbidden door. After the thunder spiritual power bombarded the two spears, they broke away from the door frame one after another as if they were alive, turning into strange creatures. These creatures, like jellyfish in the sea, only have a face that looks like a child's graffiti, and that face is a little scary, like a ghost. The endless tentacles float out of thin air, and every movement will be accompanied by a roaring sound, like the muffled thunder in the middle of the night in the middle of summer, not brittle, but it is extremely dull in people's ears. "This is the Thundering Ghost Mother Group, every Thundering Ghost Mother will burst out with powerful thunder power, and it will die if it touches it, don't expel it with iron weapons, let alone collide with it with fists and feet!"

Most of the disciples' weapons were iron weapons such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, and they couldn't use their fists and feet, so how could they fight, could they rely on opening their mouths and blowing with air? The disciples rummaged through the space clams and found only eight wooden sticks. Although the wooden stick does not conduct electricity, it is easy to destroy the Thundering Ghost Mother, who can turn the spear into ashes. Moreover, even if the sticks could not be destroyed, in the face of hundreds and nearly thousands of thundering ghost mother groups, how much effect could these eight sticks play? The thundering ghost mother group roared out, as if carrying ten thousand thunderbolts, and the sound of muffled thunder resounded in the hearts of everyone. "Retreat quickly!" For a while, Wang Bufan couldn't think of any good way, so he could only call the disciples to retreat for the time being. Fortunately, the Thundering Ghost Mother Pack will not be too far from the forbidden gate. After everyone was ten feet away from the forbidden gate, they returned to the door frame and once again transformed into wisps of lightning snake-like thunder spiritual power, attached to it.

"It's really fucking disgusting, it's better to have a bloodthirsty shark and let Lao Tzu really fight!" Wang Bufan stared at the flowing thunder spiritual power in the door frame not far away, and frowned.

"Take out all your weapons!" Wang Bufan's order was very strange, and although everyone did not know it, they still did it. Suddenly, the sound of clanging iron falling to the ground was everywhere. After finding a few heavy weapons such as hammers and shovels, Wang Bufan carried a bunch of them to the open space like collecting firewood. Xuanyuan heavy hammer, the handle is half a foot long and the arm is thick, and the huge hammer head is round like a bucket. Lay the rest of the weapons on the bottom, and put the Xuanyuan hammer on it. Wang Bufan put his fingers together, gathered the power of forty huang, and slapped his hammer head fiercely.

"Bang~!" The loud sound was like thunder, and the strong vibration made it difficult for everyone to stand firm under their feet, like an earthquake. At this time, they really felt how terrifying Wang Bufan's great power was. The huge hammer head sank to the ground, and Wang Bufan grabbed the handle of the hammer before dragging it out. On the side of the hammer head, there was a palm print half an inch deep. Underneath the hammer head is a half-foot deep hammer-shaped pit.

"The power is all absorbed by the soil. Wang Bufan frowned and muttered to himself, thought for a moment, and then handed the Xuanyuan hammer to the handsome Dao Xiafu. "Hold it, shout when you can't hold on, and exchange Ai Liang and Qiu Tianmu. ”

(End of chapter)