Gourmet of Another World

Forbidden Soul City.

Central Plaza.

The image of the Yellow Springs River is reflected in the light of the projection method.

At this moment, the whole square was silent and everyone was shocked by the images in the light.

Many of you here are from other small worlds, and you don't know much about hell.

Previously, there were very few visits to hell.

They only know how dangerous the Yellow Springs River is, but there is no concept of exactly how dangerous it is.

However, they now know.

Floating white bones, roaring souls...

White Lotus of Forgetfulness, Floating Flat Boat, Soul Fisher... Bloody Palms.

This scene made them breathe fast.

As if facing an unimaginable experience.

The mighty of the abyss died, fleeing retribution on foot, but died of their own greed.

Hell's mighty have died, and it's a disaster for hell.

Hell was supposed to be the biggest profiteer in this semifinals.

But in the face of the treasure Lotus, they didn't hold their greed and made a move.

As a result, the abyss sank at the bottom of the Yellow Springs.

The presence of a soul fisherman, that flute, creeps everyone out.

If not interrupted by a walking formula, a lot of people in the room would probably lose their minds.

And the conversation between the pedestrian and the soul fisherman made a lot of the strong people watching the game through the light screen breathe fast.

“Nine valleys, Neha? ”

Many people took a sip of cool air.

Although not as precious as the Nine Leafs Yellow Springs grass, the Nine Petals are also called sacred fairies. That kind of baby is actually in the hands of this soul fisherman.

But many are also sudden.

The soul fisherman manages the path to the bridge, and the flower grows on the bridge.

So Old Ong has nine valves of Naihe flower, which is also normal.

“In exchange for life? ”

The gait squinted, looking at the old man, the old man's words, seemed to be bad.

This old man seems to be looking for a place for the last time...

However, today's gait is no longer the original gait.

When the dog was there, the dog looked at him and scared the old man away.

If the future is also in the absence of the paparazzi, it seems to want to recover the original scene.

This, give way to the square-mouth bullshit.

The smell on the soul fisherman is strong and quite mysterious, as if it were covered in fog, making it indescribable.

But from the glance of the dog, the old man was pissing his ass off.

The Old Ong's manipulation certainly cannot be the Great Saint.

If you reach the Great Sacred Realm, you can't be scared away by the eyes of a dog.

Old Ong wears a goggles and his eyes are low, as if they were cold.

Nine valves of Naihe flower in his hand, with a yin test laugh.

Focus on him on foot.

Stared for a long time.

“Have you made up your mind? If you want a flower, trade your life for it, otherwise... no talking. ”

Old Ondo.

Walking gaze at the old man stepping onto the canoe, swinging as if swinging toward the depths of the blood mist.

His gaze stifled as he paused.

“Then I'll see... how strong you are, soul fisherman. ”

Walking in the heart of the square.

Old Ong's flute can't break his own mind, indicating that the other person's mental strength is not as strong as imagined.

In that case, you can fight.

The recipe is also spelled out to make the world's finest wine.

Drop in shape and step on the river, like flat.

Old Ong smiled and looked at the gait. The canoe gradually escaped into the hazy mist.

Suddenly.

The gaze in the gaze of the gait.

After that, the mind moves.

Mindfulness broke apart, causing a terrible wave, and the breath above his body began to climb, reaching a turning point in the holy land.

“I want flowers, I want lives. ”

Walking fade.

The water under his feet suddenly exploded, and the whole human being turned into a stream of light. As the footsteps ran wildly, the Yellow Springs River also exploded.

Take the soul fisherman's canoe...

“Crazy! ”

“Boss Bo is crazy... how dare you attack a soul fisherman? ”

“That's a god on the Yellow Springs... how dare this little cook do it? ”

……

Whether it's the people behind the light screen or the legal people on the Buddha boat, it's shocking and unattainable.

Totally unexpected, walking against the popular soul fisherman dare not breathe.

Neither did the soul fisherman seem to expect it.

A glance.

Suddenly furious.

“How dare you! How dare you attack my husband...”

The soul fisherman was angry, around the canoe, suddenly blowing up, and the bloody splash of water.

The smell of terror began to spread, and the inches climbed...

Buzz...

Strong repressive breath suddenly diffuses and suppresses the entire scene.

Pull it.

As soon as the fishing rod was thrown, the line on it was cut as if it were a sharp sword blade towards the head of the gait, cutting the entire gait in half.

The gait moved.

The dragonfly knife starts at a pause.

Buzz...

The dragon knife trembled, and the sound of the dragon bark rang through the sky.

Boom!

The breath lifted.

Step by step suspension void.

Behind him emerges the Phantom of the Hopper. The Phantom of the Hopper almost congeals to the essence. The Hopper holds a knife.

Knife crossed the sky and cut straight into the dome.

One knife was cut off, and the illusion of the road overlapped.

Thirteen knives turned into one knife...

Buzz...

The knife, cut across the sky, collided with the line.

Boom!!

The face of the gait changed slightly and felt the tremendous power coming from the hook.

That giant power actually broke his Thirteen Knives.

This old man is strong...

But...

The gaze of the pedestrian gaze.

Four turns at most, little Holy Land!

There is an estimation in the gait, and then there is the bottom gas...

If it weren't for being on this taboo Yellow Springs River, the gait would have been thrown out by a doomsday pan.

Destroy the dry pot and at least blow this old guy straight out.

“How dare you! The new calf is not afraid of tigers... my husband sent you into your life! ”

The old man whistled.

The gait looks faint.

The mind suddenly sinks into the spiritual sea.

Later, on the body of the pedestrian, the sparrow feather robe burst into flame, the flame rushed to the sky, the hot heat as if to burn everything.

A freckle rang from above the body of the pedestrian.

Raise your head in a gait and spread your hair with silk.

The next moment, as if facing the wind, turns red.

The flame wings behind it are also spread, gently flapping, flaming feathers flying...

The gait opened its eyes and the flames seemed to be burning in its eyes.

“I... finally came out to get some air! ”

Red hair, corners of mouth open, suspended in the void, pinched orchid fingers, gently lips.

Above the Buddha ship, the law and the shameless face.

Mr. Bo... and change the color of his fucking hair?

This time... I haven't seen red!

Gold, white, black, now there's another red?!

How many colors does this little chef have to change?

“Change your hair, is that what you're doing to my husband? Shame on you back then, today's paper. ”

Boom!!!

Old Ong grabbed the fishing rod and slapped it on the Yellow Springs River.

After that, on the surface of the Yellow Springs River, the fishing rod was suspended.

Wow!

Splashes.

The current swept and turned into a bloody dragon.

It was made of yellow spring river water, huge, teeth dancing claws.

The wings flashed behind his back, his red hair treading, his pale eyes looking at the bloody dragon, and his mouth tipped.

“Old age hates dragons… especially stupid dragons. ”

The pedestrian path.

“How dare you, the old man who picked up the junk in the river, show dragons in front of me? ”

The shape of the walking square was in the void and suddenly blurred.

It's like a shifting shadow. It's like a shifting speed.

It suddenly appeared on the bloody dragon's head.

One hand is on the head of the dragon, the whole dragon, instant inches blow up...

A spin of the Little Saint's gait, the Spiritual Enclosure of the Scalpel, seems to face the spin of the Little Saint can fight a war.

A flaming peacock emerged from the body of the pedestrian, with a roaring roar.

Old Ong hung a dragon again, colliding with the flaming peacock.

The vaporized white gas was constantly obscured, and all of a sudden blurred the picture on the river.

The audience behind the curtain, suddenly loud, moaning.

Because they can't see the battle.

All you can see is a red stream of light, constantly shifting, fast enough to catch up.

The battle seems to have gone white.

Boom...

Water blossoms.

The redhead square fell on the river, frowning and looking at the old man in a leaf canoe.

“The little host is still too weak, or I'll slap the fisherman to death. ”

Mumbled softly.

Suddenly.

The redhead is faded.

Hair turns black again.

The gait frowned and looked at the old man standing on the canoe...

Even if it is an organic spiritual attachment, relying on the peacock, it is not necessarily possible to take care of the old man...

Though Old Ong's strength is not strong, his own strength is also a little weak.

Is that how you're going to give up the Nine Petals?

If we don't find the Nine Valleys this time, there will be no chance to make the best wine on foot.

So walking is never easy to give up.

Eyes peeled.

A long gait exhaled.

The toe is a little above the river.

He flew out of shape.

“Come again... you little young man don't cry without seeing the coffin...”

The Way of the Soul Fisherman.

However.

He just finished his speech.

The eyeballs were staring sharply.

Because he found a dry pot floating in the hand of the pedestrian.

Hot saucepans float, with high temperatures and aromas.

But what makes the soul fisherman palpitate...

Terrible fluctuations and pressure emanating from that pan.

That feeling…

Let the soul fisherman sweat all the way upside down.

Wow.

The boat sank steeply.

The gait landed on a canoe, just one step away from the old man.

A faint gaze at Old Ong...

“Nine flowers… can I have a piece of wine if it produces the perfect wine? ”

The gait faintly looked at Old Ong and said seriously.

Wine?

This young man wants nine flowers to make wine?

“Does Old Ong look like someone who's missing a sip of wine? ”

Soul Fisher Cold Road.

“Like…”

The formula holds onto the frying pan and answers after careful reflection.

Old Ong's eyeballs stared and he couldn't help but struggle with the gait.

Suddenly.

His gaze shrank...

Because, in the other hand of the gait, another pot emerged...

The sharp sword momentarily dissipated, as if to cut the void.

“What is this...”

Old Ongmei cracked and looked at the sword pan on the other hand of the gait, shaking all over.

If Destroying the Dry Pot is only a threat to him, then the Sword Pot... makes him feel terribly dead.

“Enough...”

“Nine flowers, for you… but you are in charge, made wine, must give me a pot of old man. ”

I don't know if it's forced to destroy the pan plus the sword pan, or something else.

And the pedestrian strangled the old man for a long time, suddenly choosing to give the Nine Valleys to the pedestrian formula.

This gives way to slight and slightly dizzy, this old man... what about your promised insistence?

“You have that dog, I can't stop it... If you want, you can finally take it away...”

Old Ong put back on the bracelet and sat on the canoe.

The pedestrian stowed away the destruction pan and sword pan and took over the nine valves of Naihe flowers handed over by the old man.

Intense spiritual energy rushes into the body of the walking formula, allowing the gaze of the gait to suddenly gather.

Compared to a flower, there is a gap between the heavens and the earth.

Niehe flowers do not seem precious to the old man.

I gave it a walking formula, and it didn't seem as painful.

Walked down the canoe.

The old man sat on it, singing a song, hiding in the mist of blood, the sound of a gentle bone flute, gradually dispersed.

The old man looked away on foot and exhaled gently.

Put away the nine flowers.

Walking is meant to be across the river.

Suddenly.

His body stagnated and his eyebrows wrinkled.

Slight side over the head.

The eyes condensed suddenly.

Beneath his feet, the white Lotus Forgotten stood swaying.

There is a gentle white glow.

“Forget Lotus...”

The gait muttered.

Then bow down.

Raise your hand and grab Lindy gently.

Tap it.

Love Lotus is picked up...

Boom boom!!

After Love Lotus was picked, the gait moved suddenly.

Raise your head hard.

Looking at the blood fog.

There...

In the mist of blood, a bronze palace swayed and swayed out...

Squeak.

The bronze palace's tightly closed bronze door suddenly opened a gap.

In the gap, there was an eye, staring dead at Lotus' gait.

……

Yellow Springs Valley.

Slowly pinching a grass and playing with the Great Sage of Yellow Springs suddenly trembled.

The incredible twist looked towards the Yellow Springs...

He broke the grass in his hand.

“Forget Lotus... was picked out? How could someone have picked Lotus?! ”

……

Hell forbidden, before falling into the den.

I was just about to do something with my dog and dog.

The dog's eyes were wide open.

“Football boy... you picked Lotus! This is a big deal..."