Gourmet of Another World

“You're looking for death! ”

The sound of the dark devil exploded like a thunderbolt all over hell. Everyone felt the eardrums swell and their hearts shocked.

Such a terrible force, as if to tear the tent apart.

All the way here, thousands of miles of void have been crumbled into pieces, and countless voids are running wild in them.

Boom!

The eyes of the Dark Devil are filled with frivolous killing intentions.

This inherited cook, and the witch who bears the curse of heaven, must die.

With this move, he must destroy both heart-to-heart ills!

He will restore everything with his strength!

Ho!!

The roar shook heaven, and the breath of the dark devil was great.

At this moment, the breath of the Ninth Spin Holy Spirit is revealed as if to destroy the heavens and the earth.

One move, crush everything.

In the gaze of the gaze of the gait, it seemed that there was a flash of light.

Light and faceless.

Seeing the dark demon tear up the void is like a very calm man.

There is no so-called awe of the Great Sacred Being.

Some are just... a smudge on the corner of the mouth, ridiculous.

That's right... is ridicule.

The Dark Devil thinks he's absolutely right, this little ant chef, wafting around the corner of his mouth... just ridiculous.

Even the distant Pluto Luha and others think the gait must be insane.

If he wasn't crazy, why would he show ridicule in the face of such a great saint? What qualifies him to ridicule a great saint?

A golden light, as if it were gushing out of darkness.

It lit up the sky all at once.

One punch, suddenly.

So he collided with the Dark Devil's dagger. The Dark Devil's dagger, which was covered in the darkest black magic, tore up the void, causing the void to burst into chaos.

And the punch of the gait did not hesitate to greet him up.

Boom!!!

A blast.

In the eyes of all.

One punch in the foot was colliding with a dagger from the Dark Devil.

Boom boom!!

Terrible fluctuations and brilliance erupted suddenly, covering everything.

The crowd only heard a click.

That crisp voice, like a bone shatter, was like a collapse of iron.

As the dragon warden opened his eyes, Luke the Pluto felt incredible.

Little young pedestrian... is this under the black devil's punch, the grey smoke extinguished?

After all, the Dark Devil is the Great Sage, the Great Sacred Will, not to be humiliated.

Two turns for the little saints against nine turns for the great saints.

The roar continues to explode!

Next moment.

In the eyes of all.

A figure flies backwards out of the glow of the explosion.

Fast as lightning strikes, it suddenly hits the far ground.

The ground was plowed out of deep trenches, in trenches, and the soil flipped.

The whole earth seems to be about to be crashed by this, smashed to pieces!

Hurrah!

A gust of wind blew through.

Blow away the glow and the smoke...

Thereafter, in the splashing glow.

A man walked out slowly.

Long figure, thin figure.

Full-headed black hair floats and the robe rolls over.

The steps are light and ruthless.

He lifted his golden arm and came out slowly.

One punch, a nine-spin grand saint.

Walking without joy and sadness is like doing something very ordinary.

However, the unharmed appearance of footsteps was a shock to all, with everyone pumping in the air.

“How is that possible?! ”

“Am I blind? Or am I mistaken? ”

“This must be fake... Nine turns to the Great Saint, is it bombarded by two turns to the Little Saint? ”

……

The powerful spectators in the distance were staring at each other and did not know what to say. Their hearts at this moment were as if they had been suddenly oppressed by a mountain, heavy as if they could not even breathe.

Not just them.

At the hands of Dragon Warden and Pluto Luha, he was also caught in a brief standstill.

And they looked, and the dark devil in the ruins, and they looked at the gait from the light of water, undamaged.

The end of the collision was quite unexpected.

“Footsteps… young, this is…”

Pluto Ruha's mouth was as if it was stuck. I didn't know what to say. I just stared into his eyes and looked at the gait.

Yet the eyes of the dragon were bright.

He knew that the gait was amazing, but he never thought that the gait was amazing.

One punch… bombing a great saint who carried out a terrorist attack.

Is this about breaking the rules, cleaning everyone's impressions thoroughly?

Step on the ground and gaze at your golden arms, the power contained therein, even if the gait does not have any concept.

It was a force beyond his imagination.

Heavenly will, pedestrian knows, and this power, as if it were above Heavenly will...

Simply touching the spirits will tighten his mind.

Is that what you call divine power?

From the power of the gods?

The gaze of the gait gradually grew sharper.

How powerful should the so-called god be?

A drop of divine power, after evaporation, converges on the fist of the foot, making the foot's tapestry arm stronger at this moment.

The conceding formula has the illusion of a punch to extinction.

Of course, this is really an illusion.

One punch broke the Dark Devil's knockout, broke the Dark Devil's bones, and broke the dagger, which consumed about one-third of the energy after evaporation of the divine droplets.

That is, a drop of divine droplets, crushed and evaporated, enough to squeeze three punches on foot.

After three punches, divine power will cease to exist.

“No way!! ”

The Dark Devil climbed up from the ground and the bandages on his face dripped and melted as if drops of dirty droplets were dropping.

His scarlet eyes were full of incredible and shocking colors.

A two-turn punch of the Little Saint in the district actually blows up his attack, blows up his defenses, and smashes his great sacred body into blown bones!

What a monster!

“No… no… this is not your power! ”

The Dark Devil's eyes narrowed.

Seems to think of something.

Fear suddenly appeared in the eyes of the gorilla.

Afterwards, he had another dramatic smell.

The black magic, above his head, converged on one side of the heavens and the earth, a virtual, pitch-black earth.

As soon as the heavens and the earth emerge, the power of the Dark Devil will rise again.

This is a small world belonging to the Dark Devil, containing the will of heaven that belongs to him.

Nine turns to the great holy little world, basically to the real little world, doesn't really make a difference anymore.

The heavenly will is also stronger and stronger.

“You guessed correctly… this is not really my power. ”

A faint opening in the gait.

Gently on the ground with your toes.

Suddenly, the whole ground blew up.

Boom!!

The walking square, like a shell, burst into the dark demon.

Raise your hands and your golden fists will shine.

The Dark Devil whistles.

As if the body had turned into a dark mist, it was intended to be pinched.

However, it was just taking off.

The golden punch on the foot, again.

Boom!!!

Golden fists, suddenly covering the day.

Blast out from the position of the gait.

Dropped on the fog.

Boom.

The fog blew up.

The Dark Devil's eyes cracked and his body fell from the heavenly dome alive with a punch, smashing him to the ground and raising dust.

Walk slowly.

Walked to the Dark Devil.

All the spectators were able to breathe and the atmosphere dared not come out.

This is like an episode of extinction, shocking them.

Two turns little saint... Bombing nine turns big saint?

It's an anti-heavenly move!

“You... you... you can't kill me! ”

The sight of the chimpanzee red finally revealed the colour of fear.

Faced with the power of gait, which does not belong to this world, the Dark Devil finally feels despair.

All he knows is the horror of the curse on the witch, but he doesn't know, and this little cook is so powerful.

The sworddemon ancestor made him kill the right one sooner. Hate hated him. His arrogance did not wipe out this little cook completely.

Now, give this little chef a chance to flip.

This power, like that man back then.

Is that man coming back?

Dark demons tremble irresistibly.

“This is the third punch, this punch… will not spare you. ”

The gait lifted his fist again, and the golden light on his fist was already a little dim, against the dark devil's head.

The bandages on the black devil's head were all over the floor.

His body was shaking.

“You tried to kill me, and you said you wanted to kill Ghost...”

“So... you can't give me a reason not to kill you. ”

The gait looks at the Dark Devil and fades away.

The Dark Devil's pupils shrunk suddenly.

“If you can't give me a reason, then go to hell...”

Pedestrian, faceless.

Word falls.

Boom!!!!

The golden glow suddenly flourishes.

A punch blew beneath his fist.

Bright lights shine through the heavens and the earth.

Terrible explosive energy flashes in an instant.

Pluto Luha and the Lord of Dragon Prison flew backwards by this force, feeling like flying to the heavenly dome.

A long time later.

It is the roaring roar that disperses.

After…

Everyone saw the scene and sucked in the cool air.

The entire ground was deeply depressed, like a meteorite crashed into it, and a huge deep pit appeared, and the edges of the deep pit were rolled up.

There was only one small Yellow Springs shop left, standing alone in the pit.

The gait stands at the center of the pit.

The golden light on his fist has disappeared, leaving only a little white smoke in the air.

The sparrow feather robe is under the wind call sign and the hunting sounds.

On the ground.

There's a little pit.

In the pit, a figure lies on his knees.

This is the shadow of the Dark Devil.

The Dark Devil's bandage broke, revealing his figure inside.

It is a dry body with no moisture on it, as if it were bone-dry.

The gait pulled his fist back.

The body fell to the ground...

Wow...

It turned into a blue smoke and spread out constantly.

A nine-turn grand saint, a generation of the Lord of the Forbidden Land, just like that... the meteor fell.

Silence.

Stagnant.

Unbelievable.

A kind of emotion converges from all sides.

Pluto Luhato fell from the sky at the behest of the dragon's keeper and fell by the gait.

Look at that black demon with all the residue left.

The expression on his face finally shivered with horror.

Three punches killed a nine-spin grand saint...

Are all the cooks so grumpy and awkward now?

The godless lord of the Black Palace died in the hands of a chef.

It did not fall in the Great Sacred Hand of the Peak...

But he died under the fist of a two-spinner saint.

That's kind of the most boring way to die, for a nine-spin grand saint.

The fall of a forbidden lord is a natural shock.

Above the dome, below the stars.

An unbridled starry battlefield.

Terrible explosions, fluctuations in the formation.

The sword demon's ancestors surrounded themselves, sweeping with thousands of swords, as if to chop the heavens and the earth apart.

Suddenly, his face suddenly changed and he looked incredibly beneath the dome.

His eyes filled with horror.

“Dark devil... dead? ”

Ancestor Sworddemon's incredible opening.

The dog turned into a fat dog, and Linglong's claws covered the day, surrounded by a burning hellfire.

His dog's eyes were also full of surprises.

“The Dark Devil is dead? Who killed him? ”

The dog mumbled in his heart.

A golden skull stands on top of a bone tap and the ghost flames in his orbit are bouncing.

Originally.

Yellow Springs Grand Saint is the voice of laughter.

“Ha-ha-ha! Dark devil, that disgusting guy is dead? That's payback! The lord of this forbidden land in the Black Palace is dead. Are you afraid that the lord of this forbidden land in the Fallen Gods will not be far from death?” Huang Quan Dasheng stepped on the head of the candle dragon and laughed with excitement.

This laugh makes the golden skull look terrible.

“Go!”

Bloody ghost flames burst out of his orbit instantly, turning into huge firewalls covering the day.

Afterwards, the golden skeleton fled the battlefield with a bone dragon.

The death of the Dark Devil brings him endless fear.

He and the Dark Devil, as the owners of the forbidden land that survived the same era, naturally understand how much power is needed to kill the Dark Devil...

If the Dark Devil dies, then his indestructible skeleton will die, too.

So... run!

Nothing happens when you hide in the Fallen Gods...

This is how the golden skull of the Fallen Gorge escaped amid the delightful laughter of the Great Sage of Yellow Springs.

The sworddemon's ancestors, who were confronting the paparazzi, suddenly looked ugly.

“How could the Dark Devil die?! Was it the Wonder Mountain woman? Impossible... that woman couldn't kill the Dark Devil if she did it! ”

With a pinch of a sword, infinite swordlight descends from the sky, as if it were a star river, sweeping the heavens and the earth!

Next moment.

Above his head emerged a small world of swordsmanship.

A silver sword flew out of the small world.

And he, on the other hand, stepped on the lights of the sword, disengaged from the battle with the paparazzi, for a moment distant.

“The Dark Devil, who has not done enough, has had more to lose... No wonder it's so hard for him to kill a cook. He can only survive to this era...”

Ancestor Sword Demon's face is gloomy and thoughtful.

Dogs and Huang Quan Dasheng also did not chase.

When they looked at each other, they rushed out of the starry battlefield.

They're also curious as to who killed the Dark Devil.