Gourmet of Another World

Black Palace, good at assassinations.

Once upon a time, the proudest achievement was the assassination of Hell's Old Pluto Tibetan.

When he took his army with him and killed him, he fought the Nine Holy Wars outside the stars.

Pluto Tianzao, who was so powerful, was assassinated and seriously injured by the powerful Black Palace.

In turn, he was beaten to death by the Great Sage of the Nine People of the Underworld Prison.

In that battle, the fame of the Black Palace spread through hell and the Underworld, and the Forbidden Land was also the result of this battle, completely entering the horizons of the powerful.

Previously on restricted land, low profile.

Some people don't even know there's a taboo like the Holy Big Holy Land.

Until the Black Palace attacked and killed the old Pluto.

So the secret of the forbidden land was made known to all.

Why does the Forbidden Land exist?

Why the forbidden land, the strong in the forbidden land, and who is it?

These are unsolved mysteries...

And this time, the strong in the Black Palace did it.

He's about to complete a perfect assassination.

They were almost blind to their assassination methods.

And the target of his assassination is not the mighty Grand Saint, nor the famous Grand Success Little Saint...

Just a chef who can reach a small sanctuary.

One turn, little Saint...

In the eyes of this mighty man of the Black Palace, there is no difference from the ants.

But because of the assassin's manipulation, the Black Palace's assassin, was careful to make a perfect assassination.

To make enemies unknowingly... obliterated.

Black smoke wrapped around, black smoke.

revealed a face.

Hidden face with an incredibly frightening smell.

Buzz...

A thin-winged dagger fell into his hands.

Slow approaching, slow approaching...

The chef breathed peacefully and didn't notice his proximity at all...

Die, die in peace.

The strong man in the Black Palace has a slight tear in his mouth.

The cook's white neck was constantly amplified in his sight.

A dagger as thin as a cicada's wings is almost hanging from the person's neck… just gently tearing past it.

can make this cook… elsewhere.

And he, too, will be able to accomplish the tasks entrusted to him by the adults.

One, two... three...

The Black Palace Killer is secretly calculating the timing of the dagger.

When he counts to three.

Suddenly, the Black Palace killer stayed.

Because, opposite him, the cook with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes.

His gaze calmly and peacefully stared at him, colliding with his gaze...

The air had moments of embarrassment.

And the Black Palace killer, also at this moment, had a sharp eye.

“Die!! ”

Bum...

The dagger, thin as a cicada's wings, seemed to shake like a cicada's wings, and the next moment, it tore its neck toward the gait.

It's like cutting off the head of a walking square.

At this moment, the gait felt a terrible killing.

This killing intent, the conceding formula was already a little drowsy and suddenly disappeared.

The invincibility of the sparrow feather robe blooms abruptly at this moment.

Block this inevitable blow.

Had to say.

The killer did.

The concession was less reactive.

“Who are you? ”

The gait frowned and asked indifferently.

A freckle.

The invincible sparrow feather robe withstood that move and suddenly broke apart.

And at this moment, the gait moves.

The bandages in your arms collapsed suddenly.

A beast roared and the yin and yang breathed hauntingly over his fists, carrying horrible energy and breath.

One punch, suddenly.

The killer didn't seem to expect to miss...

The dagger sliced across and didn't cut the guy's head off.

“How is that possible? ”

He's got everything figured out!

How can you resist this trick with a spin of the Holy One?

But he has not been allowed to return from his mistakes.

Easy walking is a punch.

The cook seemed to know he was going to be safe and sound, and when his dagger was slashed around his neck, a punch almost hit him in the face.

How can you spell that?

The killer took a deep breath.

Boom!!!

I can't avoid it.

The walking jockey arm hit the killer in the face.

Yin and Yang's two gases fluctuated, giving off a strong to extreme smell.

Boom!

A blast.

The figure was blown out of the room by force, blowing out a hole in the wall of the room.

The sparrow feather robe on the pedestrian cube instantly turned red.

The face is indifferent.

Rushing out.

The flame wings flashed behind him and rushed out.

“You actually blocked my perfect assassination?! ”

The void sounded incredible...

The gait hovered the void, the hair fluttered, and the cold looked at the assassin hovering in the void.

“Who are you? Assassin me? Was it from the Underworld Prison? ”

Walking Coldway.

The other party's assassination was indeed a cold sweat by the conceding party.

If you weren't invincible enough to have a sparrow feather robe, you might actually be beheaded.

“Underworld? No...”

“Wherever you come from... you make me angry. ”

The pedestrian path.

The mind moves.

Sleepy little foxes were taken out of the countryside on foot and held in their arms.

The foot rubbed the little fox's head.

Later, pointing to the distant assassin, was a beating of the little fox's head.

The little fox's eyes suddenly lit.

Two tails shook up on his ass.

Open the fox's mouth.

The golden glow kept gathering in his mouth...

“Ah... Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da...”

The next moment, the roaring sound burst.

One, a golden ball of energy, rushes out towards the assassin.

Boom!!!

The assassin's figure kept moving in the void.

Quickly hiding.

“You can avoid my first wave of assassinations… it really surprises me, but… it doesn't mean you don't have to die! ”

Assassin Coldway.

He is a nine-spin saint.

Killing a little saint is not easy.

All he has to do now is dare to kill the cook before the great saint of the Underworld or the little saint of the Ninth Spin arrives.

That is the imperative.

Buzz...

His figure suddenly disappeared in the air.

The next moment, you're approaching the side of the gait.

However, in response, it was the fox who opened his mouth and sprayed a huge flame.

Boom!

A ball of energy blew up around his body.

Push the black energy shield away, blocking these energy balls.

The assassin was also a bit obsessive, and he found himself a little out of reach of the cook.

The body is moving, the strange body flashes, and the figure is like a muddy diamond in the air.

……

The battle in the void instantly caught the attention of many.

Tianxiangkou, a group of people who are discussing how to deal with pedestrians tomorrow, are all shocked and look out into the heavenly dome.

“How dare anyone fight in the Holy Puppet City? ”

A few people looked at each other, and they all burst out.

Rushing out of Tianxiang Palace.

Above the distant dome, the images of the battle were clearly captured by them.

A young man, dressed in a red chef's robe, hugging a fox, kept firing.

Around the youth, there is a shadow, moving around in Xuan Ao's way.

“Hiss! Hiss! ”

“Is that a nine-spin saint? ”

“The guy with the fox looks like the fairy cook? ”

……

Lu Yu and others saw the face of the gait and suddenly took a deep breath, which was incredible.

After the Holy Puppet City, the footsteps went to war with a nine-spin little jihadist?

“The Nine-Spin Little Saint... smells strange? Never felt it... and it's amazing! ”

Zhang begged to lose the comment.

However, when they look at a fox, it is the walking formula that forces the little saint to keep moving. It is also some toothache...

This fairy kitchen cook... what the hell is this?

Not just them.

This battle naturally attracted the attention of many people in the inn.

Also, beneath the inn, the attention of the lively people of the river...

The Black Palace assassins are in a bit of a hurry.

The fox's fire made it difficult for him to get close to the gait.

Their black palace people, who are good at assassinations, are still much weaker if they are confrontational and righteous.

“This will attract the attention of the City Guard of the Holy Puppet City and the Great Sacred of the Underworld...”

The mighty of the Black Palace sink.

Next moment.

His body suddenly tore up the void and fell into it.

“Hmm?”

“This means… some fighting skills like a demon's? ”

“No… more skilled in combat than the Shadow Demon...”

Zhang begged for defeat and others to talk about it.

The mighty of the Black Palace have entered the void.

The cubic eyebrows wrinkled.

Because his mind lost touch with the Black Palace Killer.

Suddenly.

Behind the void tore.

A dagger as thin as a cicada's wings ripped toward his neck.

The dagger's sharp blade caused goose bumps all over the skin.

God's devilish way of giving out, let the square mind be more vigilant...

Also, the gait looked up at the distance.

This battle has not yet attracted the attention of the city guard, or the Great Sage of the Underworld Prison.

This is deliberate water. Do you want the killer to kill himself?

At a stroll, he guessed through the ideas of the strong in prison.

The eyes became more indifferent and the corners of his mouth flashed.

It has entered the void, as if it had been conceived by the powerful of the Black Palace, who are united with the void.

As a matter of fact, they should have caught the attention of the Great Sage of the Underworld as soon as they did it.

But after such a long time, there are still no strong people in prison to deal with...

“Is this to indulge yourself in killing this cook? ”

“Looks like this cook has offended the Holy Prison...”

The Black Palace killer was ecstatic and didn't expect the strong in the underworld to help themselves in this way.

This cook is just a little saint, more means at best, it takes some time to kill, now it has time, this cook will definitely die!

Buzz...

The void is torn again.

From behind the head of the gait suddenly appeared, a dagger pointed at his head and it came through a hole.

In the distant void.

The Nine-Spin Little Holy Spirit of the Underworld is suspended in the void, smiling and watching today's spectacular walk in the arena.

Above his head, the Great Sage of the Underworld was even more floating.

As soon as the fairy kitchen cook dies.

His Holiness slaughtered Thunder and wiped the man out.

Do it in the Holy Puppet City… naturally you need to be punished!

Zhang and others also discovered this situation.

“Looks like… we don't need to discuss tomorrow's battle decision, this kid… it's all a question of tomorrow's appearance. ”

Takeshi held his chest with both hands, smiling and not laughing.

Lu Yu and others often look at each other, and they negotiate decisions just to be sure.

Zhang's defeat is somewhat unfortunate.

……

Boom!!

A golden stream of light suddenly appeared, stepping on the back of the skins.

Little Piton exploded at extreme speeds, traveling constantly in the void.

The assassin who went into the void actually had difficulty keeping up with the pace of his steps for a while.

After all, the resistance in the void is enormous, and it is very difficult to want to move around like the outside world.

Boom!!

Abandoned falling into the void.

The assassin of the Black Palace rushed out.

The dagger swung over the dome, instantly turning into a dagger with eight thin flaps, like a cicada wing, into a flying wheel, sweeping toward the gait.

The flywheel spins, and the void is torn to pieces.

The gaze of the gait is so cold.

Raise your head.

A glance at the distance.

That gaze, as if to see Zhang Seeking defeat and others, also to see the Nine Spin Sage hidden in the void, and the Great Sage of the Underworld, who watches everything.

“In that case… I won't let it go. ”

Walking Coldway.

His words were also somewhat apathetic.

The mind moves.

Face that flywheel.

The gaze of the gait suddenly becomes immense...

Originally dark hair, it also fluttered slowly in the void, covered with ink and green, and threw over the tip of the hair.

The scent of the entire pedestrian community has changed dramatically.

As if a pale breath was spreading.

“Ah…”

I beat up an arrears, walking curtain half open...

Troublesome.

Your body hangs in the void, lazy and relaxed.

The organ spirit attachment, each organ spirit can only attach once a day, the white tiger attachment has passed, so this time with Xuan Wu... just in time, Xuan Wu's defense can also give him enough time to pull out the Great Killer.

Pull it.

The flywheel came fast.

The void is constantly crumbling in this cut.

Buzz...

Suddenly.

A black pot appeared in the hands of the inky green walking formula.

The black pot is thrown up hard and spinning in the void...

Buzz...

It spins faster and faster, and the black pot gets bigger, wrapping the walking formula around it.

The flywheel was bombarded over the black pot, suddenly it was bounced off, and Mars splattered...

Mm-hmm.

The void.

The Black Palace's assassin's eyes glued.

After that, his body was torn apart rapidly.

He grabbed the dagger and hit the black pot.

The dagger was severely chopped off, but the blackpot had never been smashed!

What a sturdy black pot! What a powerful defense!

Zhang and others saw this scene and couldn't help but narrow their eyes.

Suddenly.

The black pot disappeared.

Turned into a small pot, suspended in the hands of a walker.

On the palm of the hand by the foot.

And on the other hand of the gait.

is a casserole.

Above the casserole, the sword swords abruptly...

The inky green hair disappeared and was transformed into a pitch-black, faceless look at the Black Palace assassin.

There's nothing like indifference in your eyes, and a little madness in your indifference...

This moment, indeed, should be insane.

“of Death Dishes… Crazy Sword Pot, Feel Crazy! ”

The faint sound of the gait sounds like a twilight morning clock.