Gourmet of Another World

Little Peel is the god of space.

Unexpectedly, it is in reason again.

In the chaos, the dog once said that the space gods had never returned, but the space gods' palace appeared.

Most likely, the space gods have returned, but he does not know that he has returned and is in an obscure state.

Here it is, most likely Peeler.

This little guy, he spits bubbles every day, and he knows exactly what he looks like.

But now… is saving the walk once.

Initially, when the skins appeared, the pedestrian formula simply used the skins as condiments and placed them in the dishes to make the dishes even more delicious.

Little guy enjoys it too.

Later, with the growth of pedestrian cooking, skins rarely use this skill.

The dishes in front of us, wrapped together by a path of golden energy, like silk, recovered from the appearance that they were about to break.

Walk slowly out with your hands in your hand.

He raised his hand.

The divine power spins and slowly condenses a pot spoon...

That spoon, simple and simple, has no pure energy whatsoever.

Step by step to start turning the pan...

The pouring of juice is as if the running river is tumbling.

Under the cooking of the pedestrian, there is hot air.

The heavens and the earth seem to be changing.

Rich flavor, spreading.

One serving of ingredients is changing, gradually becoming divine.

The dish... gradually became divine.

The spirit of walking is becoming clearer and clearer, and the spirit of the sky seems to be roaring.

The eye of the cook, looking through the delusions, his heart, sinks completely into the cooking of this moment.

Small skins become golden light, wandering slowly in the world of dishes, as if they were completely integrated into the world of dishes.

This long-standing feeling of disobedience makes the detachment unable to resist wanting to whistle.

The void.

All five spirits smile and look at the gait.

Got through it.

Finally got over it...

It's a pedestrian formula, not like other hosts, completely annihilated in self-denial.

Perhaps this host has a real chance… to break into an unprecedented state of affairs!

And the spirits are all waiting inside.

Just like, one gets to say, chicken dogs ascend.

Instruments and spirits can now be said to be tied to the walking formula. If they want to advance to a higher level, they must wait for the walking formula to break into a stronger level.

Only in this way will they have the opportunity to move beyond the constraints of the universe.

Chef God, this road is not easy to follow.

Hundred World Hosts.

Some were eliminated from the beginning.

Some walk halfway and choose to give up.

Some roar in the sky, split their bodies, and fall back into circles.

This is a thorny road, and in the beginning, perhaps the path that the former man walked could be followed.

But the further back you find… the narrower and narrower the road.

And there is no path to follow, and you can only take one path yourself.

It's easy to get lost in the infinite wilderness...

The host of the Hundred Worlds, in the shadow of the Hundred Worlds, took a path, a path to the Avenue of the Chef God.

The spirits looked forward to a hundred centuries and were disappointed...

And this is probably the most promising time for them.

Bum...

Little skin drilled out.

It turned into a golden light, lying on the shoulder of a walking square, spitting bubbles quietly.

Even though he's already a space god, he still likes to spit bubbles.

The spirits fought hard.

I thought the pedestrian formula was defeated.

But it didn't occur to me that the pedestrian formula gave them hope again.

The gaze of the Lazy Soul Lord shrank.

He didn't seem to expect such a change!

This made him a little overwhelmed.

“Death!”

The Lazy Soul Lord made his decision in an instant.

At first thought, the heavens and the earth change color.

Terrible stars seem to have been blown apart.

His palm, suddenly shot out, wrapped in a terrible roar and shot away towards the gait.

The footsteps were ignored, the heads were not lifted, and the dishes were still cooking.

That dish is getting shaped.

Aroma haunts.

With the help of Xiao Pei, this dish is finally nearing the end...

The hand of the Lazy Soul Lord is astonishing.

The power of heinous evil spreads.

Want to blow up the footsteps completely.

Suddenly.

The pedestrian fire went off and everything became very quiet.

In a spoon, the heat flows on a floating, golden soup, haunting the glow.

The formula pours the juice from the spoon onto the dish.

Bum...

As if there was a divine light in the sky, tearing the tent apart!

Thereafter, it became a beam of light, impinging on the palm of the lazy Big Soul Lord.

The body of the lazy Big Soul is softened when it rests.

That fierce hand, wrapped around this fragrance, like melted chocolate, lost its temper...

Hmm?!

Lazy Big Soul has changed his face!

This dish…

Was it cooked by this cook after all?

The Lazy Soul Lord turned his head and looked at the cracks formed by the hourglass...

There, half of the soul god's body almost flushes out, but the cosmic barrier is powerful, making it difficult for the soul god to flush out.

There is no sparrow feather robe on the treadmill.

Wear only a plain white robe.

The whole person looks like a dusty lotus flower, incredibly white, incredibly holy.

In front of the pedestrian, the bluegrass porcelain plate is suspended.

On top of that, a dish with a golden glow.

Mental strength falls into the dish.

You can feel the vibrant smell in the dishes.

There are mountains, there are vast seas, there is earth, there are fields...

As if it were an abbreviation of heaven and earth.

However, it can be perceived that the ingredients are connected to the ingredients by a golden light.

So this dish, it doesn't tend to be perfect.

Breathe out on foot.

One of a kind, a little on that dish.

The dishes float out slowly.

Buzz...

“Congratulations to the host for completing the fake cooking dish: Mountain River...”

The system's serious and serious voice resonated in the mind of the gait.

As usual, there are no waves in the ancient wells.

Fake cooking dishes...

Is it because of Pepper?

If it weren't for the skins, this dish... might not be molded at all.

There was no expression on the steps and a slight exhalation.

As the system sounds silent.

The smell of walking has changed slightly.

A decrypted lazy big soul lord, unwilling.

He can't let the gait grow.

So he finally moved...

He disengaged from the seven space-time hourglass positions, huge bodies, roaring, suddenly, across the realms of heaven, appeared in front of the gait.

Lazy Big Soul's body shrunk and turned into a little fat man.

He stared at the gait.

His hands trembled and a pitch-black trident appeared in his hands.

This Trident is a weapon of the Spirit God and is immensely powerful.

The fierce slaughter is on foot!

He is going to kill the footsteps in the sky, completely cutting off the cook's growth path...

The hourglass is rotating.

The eyes of the Catholic Lord are bright and bright. This is an opportunity!

In the distance, however, the six great soul lords struggled to stop him.

Even with the help of the walking five spirits, he feels he is still struggling.

Fight!

But... this is our only chance!

The eyes of the Catholic Lord fell on the body of the Spirit God.

There must be no such thing as horror with respect to your teacher!

“Battle!!! ”

The Catholic Patriarch whizzed.

Lift your hands up into the sky.

Countless stars have exploded.

The immortal sword array rose again and crushed past.

The Lazy Soul Lord is coming.

There was no expression on his face, he watched the dishes quietly, and his face was full of regrets and regrets.

Fake cooking dishes.

That means… this dish still fails.

A pseudonym.

Doing everything.

However, the gait was not much disappointment.

At least, he has found a way out of endless confusion and darkness.

He can move forward with determination...

Boom!!!

A black trident, bursting.

The void is shattered.

Terrible killing, haunting the heavens.

The lazy, big soul lord transformed the little fat man, looking to kill.

Beat the gait.

Vegetables?

Break it!

Chef?

Kill!

Lazy Big Soul Lord in the rank of Chaotic Saint, finally hurts the killer.

Get close, get close...

Almost the moment a trident hits a walking square head.

Little white moves behind the gait.

Puffy palms held apart, clanging and grabbing the trident...

In the purple eyes, the purple light emitted and struck the body of the lazy soul master.

Mm-hmm.

Lazy Big Soul's head slips away.

Grabbing the hand of the trident, he turned sharply, and then the trident spinned at a fast speed.

The next moment, thousands of attacks erupted.

Freed the Trident from the palm of Little White's hand.

The gait sighed faintly.

Hands up.

Two fingers pinched, the dish in front of him, hot air rolled, pinched by his two fingers.

It's like a dragon in the sky.

One of a kind.

Bounced on the trident...

Boom!

Sounds like a clock colliding on the boulevard.

The gaze of the Lazy Soul Lord shrank sharply.

He discovered with horror that the Spirit God weapon Trident, under the impact of this scent, softened...

What's going on?

The scented dragon continues to circle, constantly approaching the Lord of Lazy Souls.

The scared lazy soul lord took off his hands directly, and the trident was pinched by the scent and collapsed into the void.

What kind of means is this?

Far away.

Slowly raise your head in gait.

I look at the Lazy Soul Lord with no emotion.

The avenue saint level was modified to begin to grow slowly.

That's right, just slow growth.

However, it is a slow but stable one.

Chaos breeds around the body of a walking trail.

One, two, three...

Countless to chaos, as if it had become one side of the spectrum.

Give way to the smell of the squares and step into the chaotic sainthood.

A pseudo-cook dish, Mountain River, finally gave way to the level of Chaos Saints.

Perhaps he is not the only one to step into this hierarchy.

But...

Absolutely the most special.

This can be seen in the exciting eyes of the five-digit device!

The Catholic Church was also excited and laughed.

Walking through the shackles is really good news for him...

“Our counterattack, here we go! ”

The Catholic Church laughed.

Sleeve on one hand.

The immortal sword array, crushed out, burst against the Lord of the Great Soul.

Jealous of the Lord of the Great Soul, his body was cut in half and turned into a sinful atmosphere!

Other great soul lords are also greatly dismayed.

Lazy Big Soul has a tight eye.

Watching the atmosphere step into the chaotic sainthood level, face to face.

Just walking into the chaotic sainthood level gave him a sense of oppression.

Was it a great battle just as soon as we got into chaos?

Chef... are they all so evil?

And that dish...

It's like the finest magic trove in the Hung Dynasty universe.

Damn it!

The little white and purple eyes shrunk, and the next moment, the belly spinning, the stars, the floating spirit demons themselves, were all howling towards the little white black hole.

He was constantly swallowed by Xiaobai.

Boom, boom...

Little White's body is roaring...

Lazy soul in the heart of the Lord.

The roar of the universe shook.

The horrible breath of the soul god is coming.

The Lazy Soul Lord is pleased.

However, his face quickly changed.

Because……

Before seven space-time hourglasses.

The Catholic Patriarch dramatically removed a yellow blue flag.

Swinging suddenly.

Three horrible breaths descend...

A Taoist with starry eyes and a cleft axe in his hand.

A Buddha with a peaceful face, a big mouthful of clock, endless energy flowing on the clock.

A wonderful man swayed in the stars, his lower half as a serpent god, but with no upper rhyme, his show hands pinched a seven-color stone.

The advent of these three mighty men.

Makes the main face of the lazy soul change dramatically.

Flood Fall Universe is so powerful... do you want to suppress the Soul God?!