Gourmet of Another World

Nine tribes of the Underworld, sweeping all walks of life.

Small worlds are now caught in a firefight.

Some worlds have been broken down and become subordinates of the underworld, others are still resisting, and for the sake of final dignity, the sandbox is sprinkled with blood.

The cruelty of war, the time to spread the whole world of ruins.

In this case, the Underworld actually launched the information on Hell's logging, which came out.

The whole ruins are in shock.

Is this really insane?

Hell is not the other small world, even though this Ruins of Heaven battle, Hell is underperforming, but the weakness of the younger generation does not mean that Hell is weak.

The mighty in Hell are still plentiful.

Little Buddhist realm in the West.

Above the heavenly dome where the Buddha's light shines.

The giant Golden Buddha sits on it, hands together ten, singing the Sanskrit.

The sound of terror runs through the sky.

Beyond the Golden Buddha, there is a dense and numb army of underworld jails, and they confront the Golden Buddha far away, waiting for the time to invade the West through the little Buddha realm.

Eighty-one Buddha towers in the western realm of the Little Buddha illuminate simultaneously.

Within each Buddha tower, there is a large Holy Shelley suspended, providing pounds of energy to form the Golden Buddha.

All the practitioners of the West Sutra are sitting on their knees knocking on wooden fish and sang Buddhist songs.

“Amitabha Buddha. ”

A great Buddha looked out of the heavenly dome with a glorious eye.

Behind him, the colour palette illuminates the light.

Suddenly, the eyes of the Big Buddha stagnated, his eyes opened and an incredible colour appeared.

Outside the dome, the void tears.

In the camp of the Penitentiary Army, there were several figures who stepped out.

Terrible intimidation swept the heavens and the earth.

One man in fire, as if true underworld fire were burning the heavens, is the ultimate great saint of terror!

There is also a man covered in darkness, as if he were to merge with the void if his figure appeared invisible.

“Firedemon Ancestor... Shadow Demon Ancestor...”

The eyes of the Buddha in the western realm of the Little Buddha suddenly burst into horror.

Next moment.

Buddha's light!

The figure flew out of the little Buddha world.

Behind him are two great saints.

The three Buddha, suspended in the void, confronted the two as if they were demons.

Terrible smell in violent collision, tearing the tent apart.

“The Buddha of the Little Buddha of the West... you and I will enter the starry battlefield, so as not to harm this world. ”

Ancestor Firedemon grinned.

His voice was soft, but he looked like a burning demon fire.

The Buddha of St. Amitabha, the top of the Western scripture, sat on the Buddha's Lotus, and suddenly rushed into the heavenly dome and stepped onto the starry battlefield.

Firedemon Old Zu suddenly laughed and joined Shadow Demon Old Zu in a starry battlefield.

The war broke out in a flash.

The strong men of the Western Dhamma and the Underworld looked up at the heavenly dome and could only see the sky, and the fire was scattered and turned into the sea of fire.

Boom!

There are the mighty among them.

A long time later.

The fire disappeared and the dome split open.

A flaming palm covering the sun was shot from it.

Towards the giant Buddha that encloses the West through the little Buddha world.

Boom!!

The whole West Sutra Buddha world is a shock.

Thereafter, the practitioners, looking at the giant Buddha of the whole West Sutra Buddha world, broke down in inches...

In an infinite sea of fire.

The three great Buddha who killed into the heavenly dome turned into flying ash in the flames.

Eighty-one Buddha towers, simultaneously crumbling.

The Buddhist realm of the West, fallen.

……

Vajra Realm.

The horrible roar was deafening.

A barefoot man with a strong upper body was invincible, punched out and backfired the army of the underworld.

With his hands torn apart, the great sacrament of an underworld prison was instantly torn in half...

Terrible smell, mighty shock!

Behind the strong man, there is a strong man with dense numbness, slapping his chest and yelling, cheering for the top of the Vajra kingdom.

They laugh excitedly.

It is so exciting to see the refusal of the powerful in the Underworld to be killed by one of their great saints that it cannot be suppressed.

However.

The sound of laughter soon stopped.

The Great Sacred Eye of the Vajra realm cracked and stared at the void.

There.

Over the armies of the underworld, tearing the sky apart.

A teenager stood on top of him with a calm eye and seemed to have energy in his eyes.

“The ancestors of the hegemony! ”

The great saint of the Vajra roared.

Later, the teenager in the void gently punched.

This punch, coming towards the Great Sage of the Vajra Realm.

On top of this punch, covered in pounds of blood, pounds of refinement.

Qi Blood is like a shock, past, many strong people in the Vajra are directly evaporated by this Qi Blood force...

A superior body, like the Vajra Realm, practises flesh and body, the flesh can be invincible.

The Ancestors of the Heavens and the Earth are shocked.

The great saint of the Vajra roared unyieldingly.

A punch was thrown, too, across the sky.

Super versus Diamond.

Both collide, it's a physical practice to the ultimate collision.

The void burst.

Half of the Vajra Realm is vibrating, the ground is crumbling...

Boom!

One punch below.

The mighty of the Vajra were instantly silenced.

“Fireflies also dare to compete with Hao Moon, the only one left to die... to take down the Vajra Realm and prepare to rally into hell. ”

Ancestral superior bears his hand, fading away.

In the void, disillusioned.

……

At the same time, the small worlds are the ancestors of the nine tribes.

The battles that could have been supported, the instant collapse, were all defeats.

The Immortal Kitchen World.

The fairy tree blossomed without a glow, and a root branch swayed in the void.

Each punch is the collapse of a small sacred punch.

The void is sinking.

A giant triangular rhino is suspended in it.

The corner of the triangle rhino was punched to pieces and the eyes were blurred.

“Immortal kitchen world... sooner or later will be leveled, we will retreat, assemble armies, attack hell...”

The deafening sound echoes the fifth floor of the immortal kitchen world.

Afterwards, the dreaded army of the underworld retreated.

The branches of the fairy trees sway, clicking.

Soon a twig figure was unscrewed.

The figure stands at the top of the fairy tree, as if looking away.

The Ditai realm lord, naked fruit, stood beside the shadow of the tree branch, and his eyes were also indeterminate.

The Holocaust of Hell is upon us.

How the hell are we going to live this time?

……

Half a month has passed since the last Great Jihad.

For half a month, however, the whole of hell has not relaxed at all, but has become ever more pressing.

It's like a sharp sword hanging over everyone's head.

This makes every powerful person in hell feel extremely critical.

They also know that this is a prelude to the imminent war.

It is absolutely disastrous news for the powerful in hell to wage war against hell.

Hell is strong though.

But the underworld is stronger...

Hell can't resist an underworld offense.

If Pluto is still hiding, they may not be worried.

After all, the Emperor of the Underworld, the Fenghua Genius, is the pride of hell.

However, Tianxiao has fallen, and today's new generation of Pluto, though it has achieved great holiness, is still in its growth stage, unable to stand in its way.

And the Penitentiary has the great ancestors of the Nine Nation, so the powerful of Hell feel a haze over their heads.

The Forbidden Soul City has been rebuilt.

It's a new name, Huangquan City.

Yellow Springs is now the hottest part of hell, where countless powerful people gather.

Yellow Springs is, after all, the safest place in hell.

Hell dogs, the great saints of Yellow Springs, are here to find some comfort even when the war strikes.

Of course, the strangest is the mysterious little restaurant in Yellow Springs.

Huang Quan Shop.

From the doorway, there's a long line.

These are the world valves from hell, and these valves are very strong.

But today, these valves are all waiting in front of the restaurant.

Soon, in the restaurant, someone walked out, and these faces were filled with satisfaction.

Boom!!!

Someone walked out of the restaurant.

The drunken walked a few steps, and the rear tray sat on the floor, and it actually started to break through.

The whole of Yellow Springs was covered in thunderbolt punishment.

Restaurant.

The gait frowned.

Looking at the narrow team outside, the corner of the mouth is also irresistible.

After the Penitentiary declared war on Hell, Hell boiled.

The strong men of prison, who were not eager to improve their strength, went mad and rushed into his shop.

Spend a million mediums purchasing the finest Yellow Springs Nahe.

This has led to a huge increase in sales of the finest Yellow Springs Nahe.

This makes the party feel extremely weird, Underworld. Is this boosting the sales of wine in his shop?

Shouldn't he be thanking the Underworld?

And the mighty ones who drank the finest Yellow Springs Nahe broke through.

Huang Quan Dasheng sits in a restaurant and plays with the green jade altar.

He didn't have to drink the liquor in this jar, he'd rather spend a million mediums on it than drink his own.

This strange behavior is also quite silent on the part of the concessionaries.

After a glance at the liquor in the jar, the walk exhaled gently and covered the lid.

Huang Quan Nai He is no longer available.

He looked at a group of people in line.

Pale opening: “All the finest Huangquan Naihe wines have been sold, and from now on, the finest Huangquan Naihe wines will no longer be sold. ”

The sound of the footsteps was not very loud, but with a sense of mindfulness, it spread throughout Yellow Springs.

Strong people lined up outside the restaurant, and all their faces became very ugly.

The fears of many have finally come true.

After all, the finest Huangquan Naihe wines are limited, and those of them who, because of their suspicion, later bought the wine could not buy it.

Many have gone dark.

People complain to the gait.

Even someone kneeling in front of the shop, crying out for a drink, even double the price.

But the pedestrian formula refused.

It's not that he doesn't sell, it's that the rest of the pedestrian formula doesn't sell anymore.

Walkers know what they think, the more power they have when the war begins, the greater their chances of survival.

But pedestrians have the principle of pedestrianism.

Close the restaurant door.

Easy to walk into the kitchen.

Start cooking dishes.

Shortly afterwards, he walked out of the kitchen with a drunken rib of hot air.

It's on the table.

The dog already has his claws on the table, looking forward to it.

Hot steaming drunken ribs come to the table and shine constantly under the light, attracting the taste of the dog.

Sheet doggie saliva DC.

Tingling bell.

Walk out of the kitchen again.

This time, his plate was filled with a bowl of exquisite dragon-blooded rice.

Though the curse of Xiaoyu blends a lot, it still needs to be suppressed, and dragon-blooded rice is perfect.

As for the little fox.

The pedestrian formula was to prepare him a plate of bursting bull pills and a sealed dumpling.

This day.

After eating the drunken ribs, the dog left. No one knows where the dog went.

Xiaoyu went back to her room to sleep after she had eaten.

And the little fox, a couple of bursting bull pills underneath.

Eyes open at once.

Behind the buttocks, a drum bag emerged and the white fox face was all red.

The third tail jumped out the back of his ass.

Three white tails roamed in the air, and the little fox squinted his eyes and was thrilled.

Sit quietly at the table on foot.

Wow.

Pour the crunchy liquid into the porcelain cup.

A glass of wine enters your stomach and suddenly your energy sweeps up in the stomach of the gait.

Buzz...

“Congratulations to the host for completing the required turnover task and now moving on to the next level…” The serious and serious words of the system resonated in the minds of the walkers.

On the eve of the Underworld Battle of Hell, a systematic promotion prompt was finally echoed in the mind of the pedestrian.