Gourmet of Another World

Cold sounds are all over the scene, with a hint of drama and a hint of cynicism.

The shadow at the bronze gate was strong and seemed stronger than the troll, no doubt this guy was also a saint.

Even more powerful than a little saintly troll.

Da-da-da-da...

Another footstep sounded out loud.

On that side of the shadow, a strong presence emerged, also dressed in a chef's robe, with gray hair floating in the air.

They have the faces of middle-aged people and a little bit of mulberry, but the breath is incredibly strong.

Ditai's eyes narrowed.

“The sanctuary of the Nine Spins of the Undercook exists?! They... they..."

The Ditai Real Estate Master was really stunned, because he didn't think that this nine-spin meditation kitchen little saint would show up at this time.

Is this to show up to harvest the fisherman?

Ditai owners were a little confused before, because the fairy tree seed that wants to get the fairy kitchen world should be a nine-spin meditation cook pulse.

But when the bronze door opened, it was only a giant demon that broke into the immortal kitchen world.

“Aren't you surprised...”

The undercook smiled lightly.

“After all, the fairy kitchen world, once not weaker than the fairy kitchen world of the underworld, the dead camel is bigger than the horse, must guard against one hand, what if you have a backhand in the fairy kitchen world? It's not easy for me to cultivate this, but I don't want to die here for nothing. ”

The latter has never appeared because of the presence of the backhand of the unscrupulous immortal kitchen world.

The little saint of the giant demon's pulse is only the first soldier.

“The Giant Demons are all fools, so ignorant, and with some advantage, they are foolish to rush forward... but okay, they have pushed all your cards out, and now... nobody should be able to stop me. ”

Step out.

The figure of this little saint instantly bursts out across the underworld bridge.

On Tianjin Bridge, the mighty and numb prison strong all raised their heads with fanaticism.

Low morale, originally caused by the killing of the troll, erupted again into flames at this moment.

They waved their weapons and shouted with excitement.

The formula stood on the edge of the pit, the sparrow feather robe hunting and a slightly pale face, due to the aftermath of the destruction pan.

There must be a price to pay to destroy a large killer like the Dry Pot.

After all, this weapon does not match the pedestrian cultivation.

The pedestrian formula also did not expect that a strong man with a pulse of nine-spin meditation cooks was so insidious.

With his hands in his hand, the two little saints floated, just momentarily crossing the Sky Underworld Bridge and stepping into the realm of the Immortal Kitchen.

“Tsk, tsk...”

With his hands in his arms, he felt the turbulent spirit of heaven and earth in the fifth floor of the immortal kitchen world, as well as the thin spirit of immortality. He couldn't help but twitch, and his eyes were filled with dandruff.

“The glorious Immortal Kitchen world was... utterly lonely. ”

The Little Holy Eagle of the Undercook.

The immortal kitchen world in glorious times, with the divine chef sitting in town, and dozens of Lin chefs suppressing the days.

Even in the face of an underworld prison, it's not empty.

But look at the fairy kitchen world today, the ground is broken, the divine chef is non-existent, the only remaining Lin chef, even Little Saint barely breaks through.

The decadent fairy kitchen world is no longer able to cultivate more powerful people.

It is regrettable and sad.

“Despicable! ”

The Ditai realm lord slowed down from God and suddenly bit his teeth and became angry to the extreme.

A little saint who, by the will of Heaven, breaks through the little saint can barely resist, even walk in the destruction pot, or even slaughter the little saint.

But...

There are also two little saints sitting on the harvest, which makes the Ditai owners feel powerless.

Powerless and angry.

Zoucheng's lord is also shaking with anger. Are all the people in the underworld so despicable? He already has powerful powers, but he also has to use these despicable means!

Makes people burn in anger.

“Angry?” The chef looked at Ditai and Zoucheng with a smile.

He glanced and landed on the gait.

For this walking formula, which displays the Great Killer, the little holy eye of the undercook is also slightly congealed.

This guy is really a variable.

The big killer that destroys the pan can't even resist the giant devil's rough meat...

If the pedestrian formula is still in place, they may really be the only ones fleeing.

In their view, perhaps only a triple spin of Holy Spirit can block the destruction pan.

However……

See the pale face of the pedestrian formula.

Little Saint the Undercook laughed.

How is it possible that the Big Killer, with the power of the Nine-Star Reality, has no side effects?

The latter must not even have the strength to lift their fingers now.

Not enough to worry about.

“Hand over the fairy tree seeds. I can still keep you in the fairy kitchen world. If you don't cooperate, don't blame me for killing...”

The figure crossed the Skywalker Bridge and the two undercooks landed on shore.

His eyes swept and fell on Ditai's body.

Suddenly.

There was a blast.

The little saint's figure suddenly appeared in front of the Ditai realm.

“Want fairy tree seeds?! You dream!! ”

The Ditai realm lord rose red-handed and growled unwillingly.

The fairy tree seed is the hope of the fairy kitchen world, how can it be given to the plunderer of the undercook!

“To die.” The Little Holy Eye of the Undercook gazed.

Raise your hands. One was to strangle Lord Ditai's neck.

Boom, pressing the latter on the ground.

“You…”

The Lord of Zoucheng was angry, and the orchids pinched.

However, it was swayed by the little saint of the undercook, who instantly bombarded, threw up blood and flew out, falling far away, smashing the ground.

The other chef, Sage, was in a flash and appeared in front of the pedestrian as if he were moving instantly.

“Can you still do that kind of killer? ”

The chef's faceless gaze at the gait, Dao.

The gait frowned.

“If you can't, just stay quiet… we're interested in your secrets. ”

The little holy mouth curled and revealed a smile that was not laughable.

Destruction Hot Pot is good food, but the food can produce such horrible destructive fluctuations, which makes Little Saint, a spiritual cook, curious.

So the little saint decided to grab the fairy seed and study it.

If you can figure out how to get rid of the drying pan and how to make it.

That nine-spin undercook pulse will climb straight up in the ranks of the nine underworld tribes.

Boom!!

Far away.

The horrific golden light has returned.

Ditai's lord coughed up blood and drank it, and the blonde hair suddenly floated.

There is infinite anger in my eyes.

Humiliated by this pressure, as the Lord of the Realm, the Lord of the Ditai Realm is angry.

Boom!!

In an instant, the little saint of the undercook will burst out into shock.

The Lord of Ditai has gathered his gold armor all over again, although the gold armor is already quite shattered.

“Are you crazy?! Burning sperm blood for a short jihad? ”

Stunned and appalled by the punch of the Ditai realm master.

Ditai's eyes changed and his skin instantly turned red.

Burning sperm blood is a very extreme practice, and it is the source of the damage.

Boom!

Ditai realm lord jumped, the ground was blown up, towards the little holy shock, instantly there was a great war going on.

The war between the two was intense.

In the void as if two black lines had been made, constant collision, each collision would cause a roar and noise, and terrible air waves would fly.

The collision of meditation and immortality corrodes each other and makes a murmuring sound.

A dagger emerged suddenly to cover the sun.

Above the pitch-black knife light, there is a vague will of heaven.

Strike it down.

A large golden pot emerges in the hands of the Ditai master.

The large pot hung over his head and withstood the knife.

In the distance, the little saint in the middle of the kitchen held a pitch-black knife and looked sombre.

A loud bang.

The kitchen knife hanging over the head of the Ditai realm was suddenly blown to pieces.

The Ditai realm owner was also crumbling like a skeleton and was crushed to the ground.

“What are you fighting me with? When you first started being a saint, you couldn't even control the will of Heaven. Did you just rely on a bloodbath? ”

Little Saint the Undercook grinned.

The next moment, his body was empty.

The heartbeat sounds out.

One, two, three...

Nine blurred hearts emerge behind this little saint.

Terror is spreading.

The Lord of Ditai was covered in blood, crawling out of the ruins, his eyes staring dead at the holy little saint in the void.

Far away.

”“ It's over... ”said the little saintly smile standing beside the gait.

A gaze at him on foot.

“No, not yet. ”

No emotional answer in step.

Only the Ditai realm lord, watching the latter also have to fight with blood, there is a certain emotion in his heart.

Perhaps this is the insistence of the Lord of the Realm.

“Oh… do you have any more cards? ”

Little Holy Question looked at the gait, and asked.

The corner of the pedestrian's mouth ripped.

“Bottom card… of course there is, there is also a dog… there is no appearance. ”

Mm-hmm.

A dog?

Little Santon the undercook was stunned.

Next moment, his eyes shrank sharply.

Far away.

When the little saint gathered the power of the heart of the nine cookways and cut a knife.

The blade that covers the sun, as if to cut the entire fifth floor of the fairy kitchen world in half.

The Ditai realm lord knelt down, unable to resist.

There seems to be despair spreading.

But just when that knife was about to be cut off.

The void in front of the main body of the Ditai realm is suddenly distorted.

Turned into a circular portal.

There was a blizzard coming out of the portal.

A fat black dog slowly walked out of the portal.

Elegant cat steps, trembling fat.

As soon as the dog appeared, it became the focal point of the whole scene, focusing on the eyes of everyone.

“There really is a dog?! ”

Standing not far from the foot, Little Santon, the meditation chef, was stunned.

The next moment, something seemed to come to mind… poured a sip of cool air.

This dog...

“Even a dog is coming to die? ”

The chef, Little Saint Cold Road.

Naturally, he has no fear of a black dog walking out the portal.

The knife was cut in half, trying to cut even the black dog in half.

The dog stepped out of the void and glanced at the incomparable Ditai realm master, leaving his mouth open.

“You are so miserable...”

The puppy was full of magnetic sounds.

Ditai looked at the dog and suddenly grinned.

“Skinny dog... give me... kill this thing.” The look on Ditai's face is a little silly.

In the void, the little saint gazed and the blade fell.

Pull it, the void keeps collapsing.

The dog turned his head and felt the wind whistling down, the wind blowing, the dog hair blowing all over him was trembling.

The next moment, the dog's mouth snapped, stretching out his tiny, lukewarm paws.

Bum...

The rapid convergence of heavenly meditation suddenly turned into a cloaking sun and a dog claw.

The dog claw burst out instantly, directly over the knife gas, completely crushing the knife gas.

Little holy eyes in the void suddenly shrink and breathe in the air.

“Pee, let's go. ”

Walk gently.

Little Piton, lying on the shoulder of the gait, squeaked, instantly turned into a golden light, wrapped around the gait and easily came to the Ditai realm lord.

The little Saint was still in the surprise of the Dog's appearance and had not returned to God, so he did not stop the gait.

By the time he returned to God, the pedestrian had reached the Lord of Ditai.

The Lord of Ditai looked at the gait, gasping violently, his golden light scattered, and his breath became more depressing.

He reversed his hand and took out two dark fairy tree seeds and handed them to the pedestrian formula.

There is hope in the eyes.

The pedestrian formula did not speak, and as a result the seed, the mind moved and took out a piece of life crystal fruit for the Ditai realm lord to eat.

A living crystal fruit underneath the belly, the Ditai realm lord had felt a body of loss, and suddenly enriched, life flowed, moisturizing his body.

Pinching two fairy tree seeds, he glanced at the dog on foot.

“You fat dog... why have you stayed so long in the mountains of God? ”

“The dog and the crazy woman have something to discuss… what's the rush, isn't it already here? ”

The dog grinned.

The next moment, lift up the lush dog claw, and the claw goes to the little sacred chef in the void.

“I'll leave it to you, I'll be right back...” said the pedestrian.

After that, when the mind moves, the whole person enters the countryside and the earth.

Boom boom!!

With the paws out of the dog.

In the direction of the bronze gate, the maze walls of the underworld jail trembled suddenly.

The dog's claws seemed to piss off the walls of the city.