"Who?"

As soon as Zhao Fang approached the jade bottle, he was noticed by the soul in the bottle: "Strange, why do you have a familiar aura on your body? Who are you?"

"Nezha, do you still remember me?" Zhao Fang spoke.

"Who are you……"

"Camboo Realm, Demon Dragon, White Lotus..."

When Zhao Fang said the first noun, the soul in the bottle trembled violently.

When I heard the 'white lotus', I couldn't help it anymore: "Are you Zhao Fang?"

"It's me!" Zhao Fang nodded.

"You actually came to the Immortal Realm." Nezha was even more shocked than hearing the name Zhao Fang. Zhao Fang could come here from the cave world.

Since returning to the fairy world, he has asked many people.

When I learned that the creatures in the cave world would not be able to come to the fairy world for the rest of my life.

Therefore, the agreement between him and Zhao Fang is an agreement that will never be reached.

Nezha waited for five years and had already given up.

But I didn't expect it.

When he was in the most down and in the most dangerous time, Zhao Fang actually appeared!

"You go quickly. The old bald donkey in the Hanging Mountain is not a good thing, it's too dangerous to stay here!"

Nezha quickly reacted and urged.

"Now I want to leave, but I can't leave."

After scanning the formation covering the Buddhist temple, Zhao Fang shook his head.

"Why are you here?" Nezha seemed to think of this question at this time.

"I'm here to find you." Zhao Fang said briefly and said, "Tell me, why did you become like this?"

Nezha was silent.

"Forget it, you don't want to say much, so I won't ask anymore. Tell me, how can I save you?"

"This bottle has a swastika seal left by the old bald donkey. Unless it is proficient in Buddhist practice, others cannot crack it."

Nezha had a helpless tone.

"Is this how?"

Zhao Fang held his chin.

He scanned it with the system, and as Nezha said, the jade bottle had been sealed very strongly, and the ninth level of the celestial immortal could not be broken.

But it was not difficult for Zhao Fang to suffer.

"I can crack the seal, the only thing I worry about is whether it will affect your soul after the seal is broken?"

"What? Can you break the seal?" Nezha's voice increased eight times.

Obviously extremely surprised!

Zhao Fang could even imagine his shocked expression.

Unfortunately, Nezha is now only a soul left, and there is no expression at all.

Thinking of this, his murderous thoughts about the Hanging Temple's Nether Lamp became stronger and stronger.

"Then break it open, it won't affect my soul." Nezha spoke in a eager to try, as if he wanted to come out of the bottle immediately.

"Yes." Zhao Fang nodded, grabbed the jade bottle, and said silently in his heart: "System, crack!"

After consuming two thousand immortal soul points, the swastika on the jade bottle was wiped out by an invisible force, and a red soul floated out like smoke and dust.

Finally, it condensed into a phantom of a boy.

It is exactly what Zhao Fang remembers.

Although it has been several years since the last time the two met, Nezha seems to have no sign of growing up and is still pink and cute.

"What method do you have to crack it."

Seeing Zhao Fang clearly, Nezha felt very intimate, and at the same time surprised his methods.

"I heard that your parents were also caught here?" Zhao Fang changed the topic.

Nezha's face collapsed, and a trace of fierce light appeared in his small eyes. "The despicable bald donkey, if he hadn't planned on me, how could he have fallen to this point."

"What's going on?" Zhao Fang raised his eyebrows.

Nezha sighed and slowly told the whole story.

"What do you mean, after those bald donkeys in the Hanging Temple knew your talent, they deliberately planned to plot against you and led you to the Hanging Temple, thus destroying your body?"

"Oh, it's so good that I am really helpless!" Nezha was very depressed.

Zhao Fang's mouth twitched.

I haven't seen each other for several years, how come I've become so narcissistic?

Is this still the little Nezha I remember?

"Boy, I am kind and considering that your practice is not easy. I will give you a chance to survive, hand over the sword, and give out soul blood..."

At this time, the sound of a dark lamp came from outside the Buddhist temple.

"The bald donkey from the dark lamp!"

Nezha's face was full of anger.

He hated the culprit for this harm that he fell into the current situation!

"Don't be fooled, this old bald donkey has ulterior motives and is ruthless." Nezha reminded him for fear that Zhao Fang would be fooled.

Zhao Fang rolled his eyes and thought to himself, do you think I am you.

"Old bald donkey, I think that it is not easy for you to practice. If you kowtow and commit suicide immediately, I will spare you a road to life in Hanging Temple. Otherwise, Hanging Temple will be buried with you!"

Zhao Fang responded lightly.

Trying to trap yourself with a formation?

Zhao Fang even admired the Underworld Lamp a little.

In front of the system, even if you move the formation that traps the Immortal Emperor, it will be too unsatisfactory.

Therefore, even though the formation in front of him seemed strong and it was difficult for even the Tianlong Sword to break through, Zhao Fang didn't care much about it.

"Things that don't know what you are alive!" Abbot Ming Deng snorted coldly.

At the same time, he ordered the monks beside him, "Go and bury the red lotus and fire thunder around the Buddhist temple."

Hearing this.

The monks beside the dark lamp all trembled.

Red lotus fire thunder?

This is a weapon made of a wisp of original flames in the mysterious volcano in the Honglian Mountains.

It is said that the power of a red lotus fire thunder is comparable to the full-strength attack of the fourth-level powerful man in the immortal!

This treasure.

Even though the Hanging Temple has accumulated over ten thousand years, it has not saved much.

In order to deal with Nezha, I couldn't use it.

If you use it again this time, you will have no collection at all!

"Abbot, that kid has been trapped by the formation. Is it necessary to use the Red Lotus Fire Thunder again?"

Some monks tried to make the Nether Ding change their minds.

After all, the Red Lotus Fire Thunder is a huge killing weapon in the Hanging Temple. It can even kill the existence of the sixth and seventh level of the celestial immortals.

"Go and do it." Ming Deng spoke indifferently, his voice smelling undeniable.

"yes."

A monk hurriedly stepped down.

The other monks dared not persuade them again.

Soon, fire bombs with red lotus patterns were piled up at the entrance of the Buddhist temple with violent destruction.

"What is that?" Zhao Fang frowned and asked Nezha.

"Red lotus fire thunder!" Nezha's voice was solemn, his eyes were full of fear.

"It seems that they want to completely blow us up." Zhao Fang smiled and said to Nezha: "I have a way to restore your body. Do you want to try it?"

"What method?" Nezha asked.

Zhao Fang took out a piece of white lotus root from the system.

"This is..." Nezha's eyes narrowed, "The piece I gave you?"

"good."

Zhao Fang nodded, feeling quite emotional. Fortunately, before he came to the fairy world, he deliberately put some valuables into the system package. Otherwise, the ordinary storage ring would not be brought to the fairy world at all.

"Okay. With white lotus root, I'm equivalent to having a physical body." Nezha was very happy, and his soul penetrated directly into the white lotus root.

"It's not enough." Zhao Fang shook his head, "How can you not express anything if you fall to this place in the field?"

As he said that, he pinched his hands with ease and made mysterious runes.
Chapter completed!