Gourmet of Another World

The Great Jihad, naturally, cannot be chosen on the ground.

Otherwise, as the aftermath of the battle spreads, it is feared that all the warriors killed on the battlefield will be crushed to death.

So Luke the Pluto grabbed the Pluto Trident and rushed into the sky, breaking open the clouds and entering the starry battlefield.

The battlefield of the stars is a battlefield dedicated to the Great Holy Spirit.

Here, the mighty of the Holy Grade can unleash the mighty power here without fear of spilling everything down below.

Boom!

Starry battlefield.

A shadow of a path followed.

Dressed in Pluto armor, the cloak hunted behind him, holding the Pluto's trident in his hand and floating in the starry battlefield.

He was surrounded by eight great saints, one or two revolutions.

These mighty men of the Holy Grade, whose breath almost shakes the heavens and the earth, put tremendous pressure on Pluto Luha.

The eight great saints surrounded him and it was a test for him.

After all, he had only one man, eight great saints, and all the sieges were able to kill him.

Boom!

A sharp look across the sky.

The heart of Pluto Luha is calm.

Hell is less windy in the numbers of the great saints than the underworld.

The great saint of the Underworld has crushed Hell in number, so if Hell is to win this war, it must be an enemy great saint.

Otherwise, once the other great saints are spared, it will be a disaster in hell.

So Luke the Pluto must block the eight great saints from sight.

Breathe out gently.

Pluto Luha's gaze suddenly became sharp.

The Pluto trident swept out, crossed the arc of the air wave, and rushed towards the surrounding area.

The great saint of the Underworld also stared at him cold, instantly.

In the battlefield of the stars, the war erupted suddenly.

Pluto Erha is an enemy of eight.

……

Jail Dragon Gate.

Above the walls.

Many nine-spin little saints in the valves of the world bit down the makeup cake.

This cake is also strange, and it's about luck, getting made with luck.

This is really very rare.

Rub, rub, rub.

The crisp sound echoed over the walls of the Dragon Gate.

The underworld side.

Many powerful people look at each other and see clearly the images of the dragon shut down.

But it's precisely because of the clarity of sight, that's why it's so frightening.

Because he found out that the strong ones were actually eating cakes...

Eat cake?

This serious fight, you fucking eat cake?!

Many of the mighty in the underworld look at each other and are confused.

“If the people of hell are so stupid, they deserve to be wiped out by me. ”

The mighty with the penitentiary spoke with emotion.

Suddenly.

On the walls of the Dragon Guard, a terrible wave surfaced.

Buzz...

The strong people who ate the cake suddenly changed their breath.

A sip of chemical gas transformed them.

A nine-spin little saint of the world's valve owner, his hair suddenly stood upside down, rooted like a steel needle, but his breath was several times more ambitious, stepped down, and his body suddenly disappeared into the void like a ghost.

The nine-spin little saint of the World Gate Valve has actually gained extreme speed.

These speeds, even the average great saint, dare not dwarf.

Loud and loud.

Thereafter, the strong man of the valves of the world was killed in the battlefield ahead.

He went too fast, like a ghost, and as soon as he entered the battlefield, he went into the desert.

In the blink of an eye, he dragged two nine-spinner saints and even seriously wounded one.

Boom!!!

The little saint of the Fire Demon made a move. The flames extinguished everything and forced him into the battlefield.

And the dragon is on top of the prison.

One strong man has been transformed into a water attribute.

The surrounding area is haunted by the dramatic currents of water, as if it were turned into a water demon, and the awareness of the water properties reached the ultimate.

Boom!

A dragon washed out and rubbed the little holy of the fire demon's pulse against the ground...

“Ha-ha-ha! My luck is good!! ”

A strong man with long hair laughed.

His breath festival climbed, suddenly breaking through the shackles of the Nine Spin Holy Spirit, and actually stepped into the Great Sacred Spirit.

Terrible breath depresses the whole field.

This Temporary Breakthrough Became the Great Saint's Strong One flew into the sky, joined the Star Battlefield, and helped the Battle of Pluto Luha!

With the joining of this great saint, Luke the Pluto is also a bit obsessive.

Because he never knew there was such a great saint in hell?

Penitentiary camp, already stuck like a wooden chicken.

Watching each one of the strong guys in prison beat up chicken blood was a little stunned.

But to make them comfortable, the situation on the battlefield, is still dominated by the underworld.

The foundation of the strong in the underworld is, after all, stronger than hell.

As long as it persists, hell will surely collapse!

Suddenly.

The leaders of the underworld prison in the battleship gazed.

An incredible battlefield that looked at the instant reversal of the situation.

They were all completely stunned.

On the battlefield.

Those little hellish saints in battle are all distancing themselves from their enemies.

Each hand pulled out a piece of hot cake.

“Eating cakes in battle? Is this to despise me in prison? ”

A strong man in prison drank as if he had been humiliated and angry.

“No… just a piece of cake and a shock.” But the strong in hell answered that.

After eating the cake, make the gas inlet.

The underworld strong man's luck exploded, instantly raised several levels of mending, directly crushed the underworld strong man, stabbed to death.

This scene continues to erupt on the battlefield.

Those who have eaten cakes, or none, have improved a lot.

Some people, more like perverts, are fixing it up as so-so.

Some nine-spin little saints are even more breaking into the great saints...

This is fucking...

The original advantages of underworld prisons are suddenly transformed into great disadvantages.

It's not just the Underworld.

Even hell is full of people.

As the dragon prison master hovered in the void, he watched the many powerful people in Hell's camp beneath eat cake, and his strength erupted, and he could not help himself.

This cake... what kind of magic potion is it?

How can you let the Little Holy Spirit surge into the Great Holy Level and have a better chance?

But it is too late for the Dragon Hell Lord to doubt.

The mightier Grand Holy One came out because of the angry underworld camp.

This is to crush Hell's camp alive with the Holy Quorum...

“Bastard of the Underworld, Hugh is rampant! ”

In response to the dragon prison master's bright eyes, the eye cane of the void fell sharply in the void, making the void tremble, and there are constantly powerful waves spreading open.

In response to the dragon prison owner, he stepped down and led the five turns of the underworld prison into the starry battlefield, where the war began.

But in response to the dragon prison master's repair, nature crushed the Great Sacred Five Turns.

And the underworld camp is naturally unhappy.

Again, two great Holy Strikes, one seven revolutions, one six revolutions...

This is already the strongest of the Nine Spins of the Underworld, and the rest are the Nine Spins of the Underworld, the ancestors.

But the ancestors were waiting for something.

They floated in the void and looked at the battlefield beneath them with no joy or grief.

In the battlefield of the stars, the roar continues.

Horrible heavenly will collide with each other, crushing constantly.

Pluto Luha has a lot more strength with Pluto Trident and Pluto Armor.

Hard life seriously injured several of the great sacred bombardments in the underworld.

The victory was won with the help of the great saint of Hell, who had never seen it.

The eight men in the underworld besieged the great saint of Pluto Luha, and suddenly left badly wounded.

He was even provoked alive by a man who was pierced by a long spear hole in Luha the Pluto.

The remaining seven fled the starry battlefield.

Running past King Ghost Guan's Ploughlord Erha, superior and infinite.

Boom!

Above the battlefield.

All the strong are heads up.

They looked up to the dome.

There, a man dressed in black armor, behind the red cape floating, single-handedly holding the Pluto trite, on the long trite picked a penitentiary spinning the great holy, the blood of the great sacred constantly dripping down from the tip of the long trite, dripping on the battlefield, like a giant stone fell.

This scene is a deterrent.

The mighty men of the underworld are cold.

And the mighty ones of Hell roared and cheered with excitement.

Lord Pluto's victory was like giving them a dose of cardiac strength.

Let their wars soar.

“Kill!!! ”

Hell no, it's like a rainbow.

Many of the most powerful people in the repressed prisons are extremely frightened.

By making cakes, they actually fought back, pushing back the mighty in prison for hundreds of miles.

And there are countless strong people in prison, dying on the spot.

“My brother Erha, he's so handsome! ”

On the walls of the city, the white-faced Rocky, his eyes were filled with asteroids.

Looking at the likeness of the gods, the Trident slaughtered a great holy Pluto, Luha, pouring instantly.

Ghost's eyes are also glittering.

But soon.

Ghost's gaze shrank.

Because she found out.

The real top strongman of the underworld camp has made a move.

The six strong men who had never done anything like sitting in a town in the void did.

Those six gods are the only ones who truly depend on the underworld.

Once it's done, hell's nightmare begins!

“Pfft...”

A cold laugh rang through the sky, haunting everyone's ears.

Next moment.

A ball of fire, like a fierce sun, came out of the void.

Hot, hot temperatures accompanied by tremendous pressure spread across the field.

This pressure makes everyone feel like they're suffocating, and the atmosphere can't breathe.

“This… this is the Fire Demon Ancestor! ”

Hell camp, says the mighty bitterly.

The Fire Demon Ancestors… are the top saints of the Nine tribes of the Underworld, each of them the most powerful in the ruins of heaven and earth.

Once the strong do it, it's not what the maker can do to help improve it.

Hell...

Are we really going to lose?

Pluto Luha looked at the terrible presence of the sun.

He was as small as an ant in the midst of the sun.

The Pluto triumphed and the flesh of the Great Sacred Body of the Flying Penitentiary blew up.

Puffing, turning into pounds of blood mist.

Luha the Pluto, the Trident pointed straight at the Fire Demon Ancestor.

Pfft...

Old Firedemon Joosen's cold voice rang out.

“Not self-exerting...”

“If it's your old man, Pluto is hiding... and I may have to back off a few points, as for you... just an ant. ”

In the flames, a figure emerged, covered in flames.

The flame turned into a beard, looking very old, but the breath was like the sun.

Boom!

A fire swept across.

Pluto Erha whizzed.

The Pluto trident swept across it, cutting out several streams of light in a row and bombarding it.

It is the one who can disperse the fire.

But even so, the white air vaporizes above the body of Pluto Rukha.

This firedemon ancestor is under a lot more pressure than the original black palace demon.

After all, the Dark Devil's hands were repressed by the power of the law, alone, indispensable, and still weak.

But even so, the Dark Devil can't fight even with the Dragon.

Today this fiery ancestor is the mighty Nine Spin Holy...

He had no chance of stopping it.

“Critical moment... where's the skinny dog...”

Pluto Rukha bites his teeth and sweats flow down his forehead.

Without Puppy Dog, Nine Ancestors, there is no one in Hell to stop...

Distant void, suddenly torn apart.

A glittering boat, swaying out of it.

The hellship was suspended above the Dragon Guard.

Little Ghost sits on the bow.

Ghost saw little ghost eyes shrink.

“What are you doing here? It's so dangerous here!” Ghost sees Xiaoyu and his face doesn't look very good at all.

“Let me help you.” Xiao Gyu looked at Gyeonggi and said.

Of course, the appearance of little ghosts has not attracted much attention.

At this moment, the focus of all attention is on Ancestors of the Blank Fire Demon and Luha the Pluto.

This battle is even about the war.

Old Firedemon ancestors are too lazy to enter the starry battlefield. After all, they need not enter the starry battlefield against a two-way grand holy.

His power can wipe it out directly.

Boom!

Suddenly.

The eyes of the Fire Demon Ancestor Scarlet stared.

The next moment, the opposite hand is a slap at Luha the Pluto.

This palm, like the source of fire in heaven and earth, burns and distorts the void.

It was almost instantly filmed toward Luha the Pluto, blocking all the space around him, making him unable to escape.

Beneath this palm, there is a must kill intent!

“... Without Pluto's Tibetan Hidden, you hell are just making a senseless resistance! ”

Firedemon ancestors' voices are ringing all day!

Beneath this palm, Pluto Luha felt a slight sense of despair.

The dragon is closed.

Everyone is pale and shaky.

Once Pluto Luha dies, that's a major blow to hell's momentum.

Little Ghost raised her head and slightly wrinkled her eyebrows.

Flaming claws are approaching.

Suddenly.

In the distance, there was a loud laugh.

The sound blew up.

Everyone looked at the past violently.

“Are you an idiot, you flaming bastard? When the Holy One doesn't exist? You know, Ben Sheng grew up watching Heaven hide! ”

Ho!

A dragon bark.

Above the heavenly dome in the distance.

The giant bloody candle dragon slapped its wings and flew in.

Above the candle dragon's head stand two shadows.

One is the Great Sage of Yellow Springs, which holds the jade jar in one hand, and the other is a slightly thin figure.

Face the flames that are almost close to Luha the Pluto.

Yellow Springs is one of the finest, and a yellow spring of water descends from the sky.

He suddenly hit the flaming palm.