Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 593: It’s time for this farce to end

"Boom..."

I saw a blood-colored light pillar falling from the sky in an instant, forming a large blood-colored array within a radius of several dozen feet around Su Fan.

"Ouch..."

Su Fan looked up to the sky and roared, and his already huge figure instantly expanded a bit.

"Xiongshan relies on..."

A demonized gray bear figure hundreds of feet high rose up behind him. He kicked the ground with his right foot, and his whole body crazily crashed into the dark barrier.

"Boom..."

Just like sparks hitting the earth, the huge demonized body hit the barrier hard, and the barrier trembled violently.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

Su Fan was like crazy, constantly crashing into the dark barrier.

The three Yuanying monks of the Ghost Clan outside the magic array had just recovered. When they saw that the magic array was in danger, their expressions suddenly changed.

"Kill him immediately..."

As the leading Ghost Tribe monk who was the main attacker roared, the three of them began to use various magical powers, overwhelming Su Fan in the magic formation.

Facing the attacks of several magical powers, Su Fan didn't care at all. He had just used two witchcraft formations, the "Blood Shadow God Subduing Formation" and the "Wanxiang Pagoda Formation".

Not only did his strength instantly increase by a few points, but he also set up a protective barrier to block several magical powers.

I don't know how many times it hit, but the "Three Disasters Gathering Evil and Bone Demonic Array" finally exploded.

If the wizard god Aji hadn't helped weaken the magic circle, Su Fan wouldn't have been able to break it even if he bumped into it for a day.

The Ghost Clan monk who was the main attacker was constantly using his magical powers. Su Fan was caught off guard when he roared out of the demonic formation.

Before it could react, Su Fan grabbed its neck.

"Boom..."

Relying on the strong inertia, Su Fan grabbed its neck and violently lifted the opponent's huge demonic body, and then slammed it to the ground.

At this time, a ghost monk with a barrel figure had already approached him.

Su Fan roared, swung the ghost monk in his hand, and hit the opponent hard.

"Xiongshan relies on..."

A phantom of a demonized gray bear several hundred feet tall rose up behind him, and bumped into another Ghost Tribe monk who was rushing toward him.

"Boom..."

The Ghost Tribe Nascent Soul cultivator felt as if he was hit by a huge force and flew into the air, flying hundreds of feet away before falling heavily to the ground.

Su Fan did not catch up, but activated Blood Escape and once again appeared next to the Ghost Clan monk who was the main attacker.

"Stone ape ax..."

He raised his right arm and slammed it down, like a tomahawk, hitting the opponent's head hard.

At this time, an invisible barrier popped up from the opponent's head, blocking Su Fan's attack.

Although it did not hit the opponent's head, it penetrated a bit of the strange strength of the "Nine Strength Bone Hand".

With a "click" sound, the huge head of the Ghost Clan monk had cracked open, and the strength penetrated into his head, causing his eyesight to go dark and he lost consciousness.

Su Fan took the opportunity to think together, and he had a magic sword in his hand. Then he swung it fiercely, and the opponent's huge head suddenly rose into the sky.

He did not stop, but spun around on the spot again, and violently threw out the magic sword in his hand.

The magic sword flew over with a roar, and instantly stabbed the neck of the wine barrel-shaped ghost monk who was charging towards him.

"Whizzing……"

Two black shadows rushed out in an instant, but before the two Nascent Souls could fly far, they were blasted in the air by a "Thunder Sword" wrapped in thunder and lightning.

Su Fan turned around and looked at the last ghost monk who was knocked away by him.

As soon as the opponent struggled to get up from the ground, he found that two of his own race had already covered the arena with blood.

It knew that its death was coming. Instead of being afraid, it aroused its ferocity and rushed over with a roar.

Su Fan stretched out his hand, and the magic sword inserted in the neck of the ghost clan monk had returned to his hand.

His eyes condensed, and his whole body was suddenly filled with rich blood.

With a "boom", boundless blood-colored aura rose into the sky. Su Fan clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands and slashed down with the sword.

"Rage Slash..."

A suppressed aura of incomparable resentment spread to the surroundings instantly.

An extremely depressing atmosphere permeated the surroundings, and the temperature in the arena also dropped suddenly.

"brush……"

An extremely cold sword light flashed through, carrying a majestic murderous aura, whistling and slashing through the opponent's body.

The huge demonic body of the last Ghost Clan monk fell to the ground.

"Boom..."

Following a flash of lightning, the "Thunder Sword" suddenly arrived and exploded the opponent's Nascent Soul.

So far, Su Fan had completely won this one-on-three fight.

"boom……"

The entire Nether Bone Arena exploded immediately, and the monks watching the battle in the stands all around stood up spontaneously and cheered crazily.

This gladiatorial battle was so enjoyable that they were so excited that they felt as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood.

"How did he break through the 'Three Disasters Gathering Evil and Transforming Bones Demonic Array'? It was a fifth-level magic array..."

"Have you noticed that this kid has a bit of a witchcraft background..."

"It should be the 'divine descent' technique of witchcraft. So is he practicing Taoism or witchcraft..."

"Haha... I'll see how the ghost clan ends. It'll be a lot of fun now..."

"I heard someone say that the Ghost Clan may let Gomba appear..."

"Are you talking about Gomba, the most talented person among the ghost clan's generation..."

The monks watching the battle in the stands around the Nether Bone Arena were all talking excitedly, and the heated atmosphere was like a boiling pot.

But in a private room at the top of the stands, the atmosphere had dropped to freezing point.

Venerable Hulan and more than a dozen old ghost-turned-gods from the Ghost Tribe had their faces as gloomy as water at this time, and there was an extremely angry emotion in their eyes.

Below, there were Nascent Soul monks kneeling all over the Ghost Clan, each of them burying their heads on the ground and shivering.

"Let's take a trip in person and go to see the frontal bone saint..."

The other ghost-turned-god monsters all nodded helplessly after listening to Venerable Hulan's words.

No matter what, the kid must be killed in the next fight.

It's time for this farce to end.

It wasn't until more than a dozen of the clan's sages left the private room, and the many Nascent Soul monks of the Ghost Clan kneeling on the ground, that they all let out a long sigh.

Facing a group of angry god-transforming monks, the pressure is not ordinary.

In today's fight, they thought they could win Su Fan, but what shocked them was that the human monk actually broke the fifth-level "Three Disasters Gathering Evil and Bone Demonic Formation".

This guy is so cunning and has been hiding his clumsiness from the beginning.

Almost all of the best Nascent Soul cultivators of this generation of the Ghost Clan died at his hands.

Through today's fight, they finally understood that, except for Gomba, whoever ends up in the clan will die.

This is a bottomless pit. If Gompa doesn't show up again, it won't be enough to fill all these Nascent Soul monks into it.

At this moment, Su Fan had devoured the flesh and blood of the three Nascent Soul cultivators of the Ghost Clan, collected their souls, and used the "rotting bone poisonous mist" to corrode the three skeletons into a pool of sewage.

After doing all this, Su Fan directly raised his right hand and left the arena. He passed through the transparent barrier at the edge of the arena and saw Rohan waiting.

Seeing him come in, throw him a ring.

Su Fan's eyes narrowed and he scanned Najie with his spiritual consciousness, with a hint of surprise on his face.

"Thanks……"

Rohan sneered, then looked at him with a half-smile.

"It is said that in the next game, the Ghost Clan will send Gomba, the most talented youngster of this generation in the clan, to appear. Your good days should be over..."

What the hell...

"Gomba...is this guy very powerful..."

Rohan nodded and said in a deep voice: "Not to mention the Ghost Clan, even in the entire Ghost Bone Star Territory, Gomba is considered the best among this generation of Nascent Soul monks..."

I don’t care who it is, just fight it.

"Then the odds of the next game will be higher than this one..."

Rohan sneered and said teasingly: "That trick of yours won't work anymore. I guess no one will be fooled by you..."

Su Fan was not disappointed after hearing this. He had already been satisfied after winning so much.

What kind of bicycle do you want?

He nodded and then walked along the long corridor back to his stone house.

Rohan glanced at his back, then took out a bone ring and weighed it in his hand, with a smile on his face.

It bet a lot on Su Fan this time. Although it couldn't be said to make him rich overnight, it also won a lot of spiritual crystals.

Su Fan sat cross-legged on the stone platform, and Sister Zhen quickly helped him make a pot of spiritual tea.

He took the teacup handed over by Sister Zhen and took a sip, thinking about his opponent Gomba in the next match.

This guy shouldn't be simple.

It seems that we really need to pay attention to the next fight.

Despise the enemy strategically and value the enemy tactically.

What the old man said is a wise saying even in this world of cultivation.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything..."

At this time, the voice of the witch god Aji came to Su Fan's ears.

He thought for a moment, frowned and said: "If you take action today, you won't let those old monsters who transform into gods see any clues..."

"Haha... What can they see? What you cast is nothing more than the 'divination' technique of witchcraft. They are the most commonly used spells among Wumen monks..."

What the hell...

I know too many things now.

He knows a little bit about the physical way, the sword way, the demonic way, the evil way, and the immortal way, and now he even knows about the witchcraft.

What a mess these practitioners are.

Anyway, looking at the entire world of cultivation, there is no one except him.

Fine……

Fortunately, the fundamental method that Su Fan practiced was the Immortal Sect's righteous method.

"If you kill that Gomba in the next game, you will have to consider your options. The Ghost Clan will never let you go..."

It's like if I don't kill them, others can let me go.

Anyway, the Ghost Clan has been offended. There is no point in looking forward and backward at this time. Just fight them and it's over.

At worst, I'm dead. I've already learned enough.

"Wait for me tonight..."

At this time, when he heard the witch god Aji's Nuonuo voice, Su Fan felt his heart numb, as if he had been lightly swept by a feather.

This bitch knows how to seduce me every day.

He can't go on like this. He is really afraid that he will be trapped in it and unable to extricate himself. Long-term addiction may affect his Taoist heart.

Thinking of this, Su Fan took a deep breath.

If he can't refuse even this little temptation, then what big things can he do in the future?

The next morning, Su Fan slowly opened his eyes.

He grinned and sat up, rubbing his face with his hands.

Paralyzed, I still couldn’t hold it back.

As soon as he fell asleep last night, the witch god Aji fell asleep. Su Fan endured and endured, but in the end he couldn't resist her temptation.

The two of them had been tossing all night long, and even though his body was so abnormal, his back still ached.

However, it is so cool to torture God.

I have to replenish myself today and get something to eat.

First make a snake pot with the "nine-headed jackal", then make a bear paw, and finally stew the tiger whip.

Thinking of this, Su Fan suddenly became energetic and took out all the sets of kitchen utensils and ingredients from Najie.

He was busy there, while Sister Zhen was jumping up and down doing something.

In a short time, a large table of dishes was prepared, and a tabletop-sized pot was placed in the middle of the stone table.

Today he is making Cantonese hot pot "Dabian Luo", which uses the soup base of the fifth-level demon tiger bones, and adds ginger slices, green onions, water chestnuts and white radish.

Then put the tender meat slices and snake skin of the "Nine-Headed Male Dragon", as well as meatballs, seafood, etc. into the pot and stew for a while.

This "nine-headed dragon" is so big. Even if he tries to kill himself every day, it will probably last him several years.

Next to the pot is a large pot of "braised bear paws", and on the other side is a large pot of "braised tiger whip".

The bear paws in his hands were each as big as a basketball court.

And that tiger whip is just like a telephone pole. Anyway, even if you let it go, you can eat it for a long, long time.

These are rare fifth-level beasts, and Qi Practitioners and Foundation Establishment cultivators can pass through them even if they take a bite of them.

Even the golden elixir monks didn't dare to eat it. Every time they ate a piece, they had to use their luck to carry it through.

There are also several plates of braised cold food, refreshing mixed vegetables and kimchi on the side. The main dish is wide flat noodles, which are finally cooked in a pot.

Although Sister Zhen couldn't eat much, she was very willing to join in with Su Fan and help him with the things before and after, without him having to worry about it at all.

Su Fan took out a jar of spiritual wine from the Najie, opened the mud seal, and got a large bowl for himself.

It would be great if this meal was shared with the family.

Su Fan felt a little homesick. He was wandering alone in a foreign land with no one to talk to.

He raised his head from the wine bowl and took a big sip. The spicy wine scratched his throat like a knife, which also made him feel slightly better.

At this time, the sensitive sister Zhen seemed to feel her master's loss. She came over with a smile, took his arm, and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Master, you still have me..."

After listening to Sister Zhen's words, Su Fan smiled and nodded.

It's better not to think about useless things. It's useless to think about them anyway, it will only increase your worries.

Let’s start building...

　I drank too much yesterday and it was completely broken. I still haven’t recovered from it until tonight. I will make up for the chapter I owed yesterday and the day after tomorrow.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)