Gourmet of Another World

Himalayas.

It's called the Ridge of the World, the highest peak, Everest Mountain, soaring into the clouds, without a glimpse of the sky.

Normal people really can't go up there.

The clouds are pouring.

At the top of Mount Everest.

Wind and snow blow, whirring wind, brings cold breath and thin.

At this moment, however, at the top of the mountain, there is a wonderful figure standing on it.

The man was wearing a long black dress, which seemed to be silky, gently touching the skin for a soft feel.

Dark hair flutters across your cheeks, with a beautiful face hidden in it.

Little ghosts stood on this mountain peak with no emotions in their eyes and a desperate sweep of the whole field.

She stood at the top of the mountain and had a small view of the mountains.

On her side, there was a white stove, which was brilliant and seemed to emit warm air, making the ice and snow melt slowly when touched.

Little ghost crossed his head and glanced at the white tiger stove.

This stove, little ghost naturally recognizes, after all, it is a walking thing, she has seen the walking use.

That's why she took the White Tiger from so many powerful people.

Of course, for Ghost, taking down a stove is really nothing.

Even though the power of the curse in her body is now completely suppressed, her body is strong enough to crush everything in the world.

Wow.

Wind and snow blowing.

The goose fur snow floats on the dome.

Looking up, what you see in your eyes, it's all white...

Yet, in the white, white snow.

And there emerged a man of the way.

This is a god from all countries…

The Himalayas are the ridge of the world, but the borders of China and many other countries are separated.

This white tiger stove was also opened in a mountain peak in the Himalayas, a spiritual storm that attracted the attention of many gods.

These are the spirits that crawled out of the black hole after the seal of spiritual energy was broken.

Tingling bell.

Little Ghost's eyeballs turned and looked away.

There, in the snow.

There was a shadow of a man stepping on white snow.

This is a monk in a red robe with yellow shoulders and a huge half-moon hat on his head, which looks very different.

These people, stepping on the snow and wind, were supported by giant cylindrical Buddha umbrellas.

Buddha sounds all around, Zen sounds all over...

This is a force on one side.

The little phantom head turned to one side again, his eyes slightly chilled.

There, the body of the red fruit, the skin slightly darker, the face painted full of oil, the person with the gold and silver jewellery watching.

The breath on these people is very strong, spiritual, and incredibly scary.

There are people riding big bears, and people growing arms behind their backs...

Of course, in addition to these exotic gods, there are immortals in China standing.

A team of fairies also stood at the top of a mountain far away, looking away at the ghost.

None of these powerful spirits are in a hurry to do it.

They're all confronting each other. After all, everyone wants it, but nobody wants to be a target!

Of course, there is another reason why that black dress is so powerful...

Although there is no power, the flesh is extremely strong. How strong is it? Many people don't have a bottom...

“Amitabha Buddha, the host, give up the stove and leave the holy place… do not die. ”

An old Dalai, dressed in a burgundy robe with yellow shoulders, stared at Xiaoyu and said.

He had a golden ring in his hand and was covered in arms.

“Fuck off.”

Little ghost stood at the peak of Everest, and she was indifferent to how the wind blew.

For old Dalai's words, just spit out a word without expression.

Everyone in this room has changed their face.

This woman is so powerful!

Many exotic spirits, also with a glimpse of their eyes, reveal the colour of bliss and joy.

The spirits from the three kingdoms are watching with cold eyes.

The four great artifacts are distributed all over the planet. Today, the earth's heavens and earth have changed dramatically. These four great artifacts absolutely occupy huge secrets...

If you can master these artifacts, you may have a chance to peep!

So they won't give up this stove!

“O Lord, you are obsessed with obsession, and you can only attain a good end if you belong to me, Buddha Gate. ”

The old Dalai had a merciful sigh.

The next moment, he nodded at several Dalais on both sides of his body.

The Dallaytons lifted their bodies, staring at the ghosts and stepping out in small steps.

His feet stepped on the ground, and he rose.

Boom!

Psychic gas is sprayed thin, turning into beams of light, which form horrific energy.

Drawn into a mesh, these meshes sweep towards the top of the mountain!

Little Ghost's hand, over the stove.

White tiger stove was not very smooth for him, mainly because the stove was too heavy.

In the flesh of little ghosts, it's just too much to lift.

Little frown frowned slightly and her heart moved.

Under the eyes seemed to gleam with a glow of haunted green.

Above the body, there is a green snake shadow, if hidden.

Soon, however, a tremendous amount of pressure fell on her.

That pressure seems to come from the depths of the universe...

Little ghosts have no expression.

Indeed, the power of the curse in your body is still suppressed.

That repression makes Xiaohao feel bad, and of course Xiaohao feels that he can fully break through the constraints in his body.

But once she does that, it will definitely cause a backlash in this part of the world.

This planet is unusual...

Besides, Xiaoyu also learned about the four artifacts. In her opinion, the four artifacts, aren't they the kitchen utensils of the foot?

The planet must have something to do with the secret of the gait.

That's why Little Phantom took the stove from countless powerful people.

Digital Dalai rushes up.

Sing the Sanskrit, and the grid of energy swept up against the little ghost.

These Dalais dare not approach Xiaoyu because they all know that this woman's physical strength is terrible.

That fist, as if it were a demon, touching it, was enough to blow their bodies apart!

So, they're going to stretch the distance, and they're going to engage this woman with energy.

These Dalais are all terrestrial fairy-level beings, and the associated energy curtains can suppress this woman.

Little frown raised his head.

These Dalai monks, in this way, annoyed her.

These mesh energies can't be broken with her fists, which annoys her...

Boom!

Suddenly.

Little Ghost stepped on it.

Crystal feet stepped on top of the mountain, making the whole mountain like a blow up!

One punch, throw it out.

Little punch, as if it were the focus of heaven and earth at this moment!

Boom!!

One punch, colliding with the power grid, makes the grid seem like it's about to be ripped apart by an instant impact!

Strong, terrible power!

The strong around them are changing their faces!

Suddenly.

All those strong men have done it!

The gods of the three kingdoms burst out behind them, striking out the tens of thousands of palms, dense and numb palm prints, covering the heavenly dome, and pressing towards the little ghost.

The giant bear growled, opened his mouth and ejected an energy bomb in his mouth.

Snow Wolf whistles, storm sweeps.

Old Dalai opened his eyes and shook his hand, suddenly one of the golden rings in his hand burst out and hit the little ghost.

The fairies who stood atop the distant mountain peaks were also poignant.

Thereafter, the petals spilled, the spinning petals, suddenly became incredibly sharp, turning into sharp knives, spinning and tearing the tent, and shooting towards the little spectacle.

At this moment, there is consensus among all.

Now this white tiger stove is the only of the four artifacts that can still compete.

A black pot was taken away by the Western Holy See.

A kitchen knife, occupied by the Pyramid gods.

A chef's robe, obtained by the Chinese mystery practitioner…

Now the only thing left is this white tiger stove...

The gods of the Three Kingdoms and many other countries will never give up!

Boom!

The energy of dense numbness fell from the sky dome.

Little ghosts raised their heads and the pitch-black hair was constantly floating.

Her eyes were cold.

One punch.

One punch, Battlemen!

Her punch was really hard to stop so many energy attacks.

You know, there are a lot of heavenly fairy-level strong people here.

Like the gods of the Three Kingdoms, like the old Dalai, like the fairy who stood at the top of the mountain, are the mighty ones.

Their strike only led to the breaking of the heavenly dome.

Rub, rub, rub...

The small hidden position, the ground at the foot, actually appeared thick and numb cracks, as if it was going to crack open...

Boom, the mountains are crumbling!

White snow, turned into a great avalanche, swept down from the top of the mountain and swept in all directions.

Snowflakes, like landslides!

The people at the foot of the Himalayas in the Hidden Area were kneeling on their knees, rubbing their hands, and kneeling to the sky.

On the mountain, the gods are fighting!

The battle of the gods, let their hearts fall.

The little spectacle is indifferent.

She grabbed the white tiger stove with one hand and punched it against the attacks of many powerful people...

Snow whirled like a giant swirl at her feet, sounding constantly...

A lot of people are also shocked by this scene.

This woman... where exactly is the practitioner who popped up, the flesh is so powerful!

“Lord... step back, the wide sea sky, this stove, you get it and it's useless, why don't you leave it to my Buddha, give it to me and wait for the creation...”

Old Dalai said.

His golden circle, every time he smashed it, was constantly pounding his little phantom body.

Little Ghost glanced directly at the old Dalai.

“Shut up! What do you know? ”

“I can trade this stove for food... can you eat your makeup?! ”

Little Phantom Lane.

Old Dalai's gaze suddenly froze, "Nonsense, obsession, district mortal body, how to contend with the gods, stupid. ”

Old Dalai whistled, and then Golden Light spread in the palm of his hand.

Rub it in the palm of your hand and the last giant golden scepter descends from the sky.

The scepter was filled with golden rings.

A clanging sound!

The scepter breathes heavenly, full of divine breath!

“This is my Buddha artifact, suppress this witch! ”

Old Dalai Cold Road.

A lot of the strong ones around are pumping in the air.

The spirits of the Three Kingdoms also felt a palpitation.

Several fairies are also silent...

On that scepter, it was like a Buddha's light was shining.

Boom!

Fall from the sky and force the ghost to come.

This scepter is the old Dalai's treasure, the one used by the Buddha… it has the power to suppress the heavens!

The Buddha gave Fabao to deal with the witch. This old Dalai has full confidence in the stove.

He also unleashes the belief that this magic treasure is necessary!

Let the people around you be unscrupulous.

The ground beneath the little phantom foot collapsed.

The entire mountain avalanche continued, and the mountain was cut off one level.

The snow continued to haunt around her body.

Little ghost's body, deep into the snow vortex, as if it were about to be completely devoured.

However, Xiaoyu's gaze is still incredibly firm!

Suddenly.

Little ghosts glanced at the infinite dome of heaven.

There.

There was a whistle!

Bottom.

A heterosexual god riding a giant bear roared, and the giant bear swept.

“What man, so irregular! ”

The god growled.

The glow surged.

The four Dalais are also ten hands together, rising to resist the intrinsic interference.

That's right!

The far side of the sky.

A dark shadow, approaching at speed.

Not walking in the sky, not stepping on cloud fog.

It's like artillery shells, coming at speed!

The whistle, the sound, the color change!

The giant bear clapped his hands on his chest and roared.

Xiaoyu looked at the exploding man, his mouth suddenly slightly pulled...

Boom!

On the dome.

There was a collision between a heretic god stepping on the shoulder of a giant bear and the exploding figure.

Only the light blooms in the sky.

After that.

The heretic god was directly blown up and turned into a bloody fog.

The giant bear was directly on the ground and the snow covered his body.

Four Dalai resisted, but instantly, they were all spitting blood upside down. They were just lifted by the air waves, and their bodies burst!

Terrible smell, almost suffocating everyone!

Boom!

For a second.

The shadow fell.

Falling beside the ghost, the spinning snowstorm seemed to be at this moment… suddenly stationary.

The shadow slowly raised its head and revealed a faceless face.