Gourmet of Another World

Soul God would rather die than surrender.

He will never eat it!

Bu Fang's dishes made him feel a crisis.

Food is poison to him, and it will kill his sinful power a little bit!Weaken the power of the soul god.

This is the trap of God of Cooking, and the most effective way to deal with him!

The soul of the soul was about to split, and his mouth was closed.

He still doesn't believe it. With his mouth closed, can Bu Fang make it, can he still stuff the dishes into his mouth?

Bu Fang looked at Soul God lightly.

That look was very calm.

The food array is surging...

At this moment, the dark black power of sin disintegrating from the soul god was continuously suppressed.

Soul God's eyes shrank.

Damn the will of God of Cooking...

He will not give in.

Bu Fang sighed.

In this room today, the God of Cooking is invincible, even if the Soul God has touched the Ancestral God Realm.

However, he didn't have a heart, and his heart was used by God of Cooking, and now he was suppressed in turn.

Perhaps, after the soul god gradually adapts to the heart power, he can regain his heart.

However, at this moment, the soul god can only be suppressed obediently.

The soul god body trembled, slowly raised his head, and slowly opened his mouth...

His eyes tightened.

Bu Fang grabbed the spoon and scooped the dishes into the mouth of the soul god.

In the world, how many people look forward to his dishes.

Unfortunately, there is only one exception, and that is the Soul God. His disgust with dishes comes from the depths of the Soul God.

At the entrance of the dish, Soul God felt his soul tremble.

The power of sin seems to be beyond control...

boom!

The suppression of the food array was struggling.

The Soul God retreated several steps, clutching his head, and knelt on one knee.

On his body, seven faces emerged, and each face was distorted...

Those are seven deadly sins.

What Bu Fang had to do was to influence the seven deadly sins of Soul God.

This is the layout of God of Kitchen.

now……

It's finally the last step.

Bu Fang took a step back and withdrew to the side of the Baihu Heaven Stove, looking at the Soul God faintly.

Soul God was holding his head, as if a headache was about to split, his pupils shrank and his body trembled.

He roared and raised his head abruptly, his scarlet eyes seemed to be a little loose.

Bu Fang’s dishes.

It is a recipe written by God of Cooking specifically to deal with the seven sins.

There are seven dishes in total, corresponding to seven deadly sins.

But Bu Fang only needs to cook seven dishes, and he can completely influence the soul and wipe out his power.

boom!!

The soul god uttered a long howl.

A power like a black dragon struggled out of his body, continuously distorted, and collapsed into the void with a bang.

Completely disappeared.

This is a sin of the soul god, collapsed.

The appearance of each step is gradually indifferent.

He turned to the second page of God of Cooking's recipe.

It describes a dish...

Taking out the ingredients, Bu Fang handled the ingredients in a hurry...

Perhaps, God of Cooking cultivates heirs for everything today.

The purpose of the God of Cooking is to need the cooking skills of the heir to be able to cook the delicacies in the God of Cooking’s recipes. Only in this way can there be a chance to destroy the God of Cooking.

And all this...

Bu Fang can now do it!

Bu Fang let out a breath.

Bump the pot and cook a dish again.

The rich fragrance seems to have turned into golden dragons in the room.

The golden dragon hovered, and the black dragon formed by the power of sin on the soul god was confronting and roaring, biting each other.

The soul god knelt down on the ground, his body bound by the chain formed by the food array.

Bu Fang didn't squint, all his concentration was on the dishes.

The dishes on the cookbook are not difficult, but there are too many emotions to bet on.

Only now that Bu Fang set foot on Youqingdao did he have the opportunity to give it a try.

If you change other people, you may not have the opportunity to try all of this.

Chi Chi Chi Chi...

Pour out the dishes.

It's another perfect delicacy.

Bu Fang took a deep breath, the rich fragrance lingering in his heart.

Bu Fang's eyes narrowed.

With the dishes, he came to the front of the soul god.

The Soul God still resisted more than death.

Bu Fang scooped into his irresistible mouth, slowly opening his mouth...

Another dish goes down.

The blue veins on the soul god's body were densely covered, as if to burst from the blood vessels under the skin.

That kind of picture is extremely hideous.

The Soul God retreated several steps continuously, and another evil force on his body began to disperse continuously!

The blood-colored pupils of the Soul God kept getting bigger and smaller, and kept shrinking.

It's a kind of pain of mutual generation and suppression of attributes.

"Damn cook..."

The soul god roared.

The whole body was filled with jet-black droplets, exuding a stench.

Bu Fang let out a breath.

Withdraw to the edge of the stove.

Reaching out, turning over the recipe again, turning a page again.

It's another dish.

The cooking is complete.

Bu Fang fed the dishes to the soul god.

The power of evil in the soul god was stripped away again and disintegrated.

The soul was in pain, and there was anger and despair in his eyes.

This time... he is really going to be overshadowed by the old thing of God of Cooking!

Bu Fang is the biggest conspiracy left by the old thing of God of Cooking!

A dish.

Two dishes...

Three dishes...

There are seven dishes in total.

Bu Fang was cooking without delay.

but……

This cooking is not so easy, every dish requires Bu Fang's huge mental power.

Bu Fang occasionally exhaled after cooking a dish.

Not only mental power, but even emotions will vent a lot.

Cooking God’s dishes are not so easy to cook.

In the room, the system floats quietly in the distance.

It's like the test all the time.

The system calmly and quietly watched Bu Fang and assessed everything about Bu Fang.

Bu Fang is very familiar with this feeling.

The sixth course.

Bu Fang's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. With his current cultivation base, it seemed that he couldn't bear it.

After cooking, he took a step back and sat on the ground.

The dishes were controlled by invisible power and suspended in front of the soul god.

At this moment, the Soul God was also panting.

He took another bite of the dish.

On the Soul God, the pitch black had receded a lot.

The body, which was originally pitch black as ink, turned gray.

His face gradually became clear and no longer blurred.

Soul God fell to the ground, panting violently.

He opened his mouth and let out a painful growl.

Among the seven orifices, the black energy spread and turned into a black dragon, torn apart by the golden dragon of the dish.

"Come on, host, only the last dish is left."

The system's serious and serious refueling sound resounded.

Bu Fang glanced at the system and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

But he is not in a hurry, he needs a rest.

The last dish, and the most crucial dish...

Bu Fang is not easy to cook, in his current state...

His mental power is almost exhausted.

The breath has also become very weak.

Gasped for a while.

Bu Fang stood up slowly and came to the Baihu Heavenly Stove.

God of Cooking's recipes hovered quietly.

Bu Fang reached out his hand and opened the last page.

The golden text bursts brightly.

Bu Fang's eyes were extremely complicated.

The last dish...

Bu Fang murmured lightly.

The road of God of Cooking has been walking for so long, and it seems that it is finally over.

Inexplicably, Bu Fang felt a sense of loss in his heart, which was uncomfortable.

Take a breath.

Bu Fang took out the same ingredients.

However, there are not many ingredients.

For the last dish, the ingredients are only rice and an egg.

Egg fried rice?

Bu Fang's eyes were misty.

He started with egg fried rice, and ended up with egg fried rice?

Shook his head.

Bu Fang slowly raised his eyes and looked at the soul god in the distance. This look...

Bu Fang suddenly stagnated slightly.

Because, he found that the soul god at this moment has long lived up to the vigorous appearance at the beginning.

At this moment, the whole body seems to have turned into an old man.

Leaning weakly against the wall of the wooden house.

On the gray face, the skin turned into furrows, like folds on the plateau, stacked one after another, shocking.

The whitish hair was loose.

The soul god is as if all vitality has been taken away.

Seven ruthless sins made him eternal.

However, deprived of the seven ruthless sins, the soul god became aging just like a mortal.

He seemed to be dying, really dying.

Bu Fang has complicated eyes.

The final fate of the great enemy of Soul God... it was actually like this.

Deprived of the right to eternal life, live and die.

However, this may be the best fate for the Soul God, compared to the murder he made.

Bu Fang shook his head and let out a breath.

Start cooking the last egg fried rice.

Click.

The egg was knocked open.

Rice grains into the pot...

The rich scent surging instantly.

Egg fried rice...

A familiar dish, a dish that Bu Fang could cook almost subconsciously, appeared at such a solemn time.

The inexplicable concession is a bit weird.

Bumping over the pot, the fire blazed into the sky, reflecting Bu Fang's face.

Bu Fang's movements seemed to slow down.

The ingredients in the stir-fry are also becoming slow as they fly.

In the distance, the Soul God leaning on the wall, smiled bitterly at the flames bursting out of the Xuanwu pot.

He seemed to see his old self in the flames.

The turbid gaze was a little dazed.

The sound of quiet footsteps sounded.

Bu Fang carried the dishes and walked to the front of the soul god.

Bu Fang's eyes were also somewhat complicated.

"Come on, one last meal."

Bu Fangdao.

Using a porcelain spoon, he scooped up the egg fried rice in a blue and white porcelain plate.

The faint smoke lingers on the egg fried rice, making this bowl of egg fried rice look extremely delicate.

"What a nice view……"

Soul God looked weakly at the rice grains and egg liquid in the porcelain spoon, and muttered.

Bu Fang was startled.

"What a beautiful flower..."

Soul Shinto.

The next moment, the gully on the face of the soul god could not help beating, and the old and stubborn he actually let out a wanton laugh.

Tears of laughter flowed out.

"Little cook... you will regret it!"

"When I got rid of the sin...some things really reminded me."

Soul God smiled, looking at Bu Fang's gaze, with some inexplicable sympathy.

"You are in the pit like me..."

The last force of sin on the body of the soul god began to tremble.

Bu Fang frowned.

What does soul god mean?

Bu Fang paused, the spoonful of egg fried rice froze in his hand and did not feed the soul to eat it.

"What is cruelty... to be able to kill yourself with your own hands is cruel."

The soul god laughed.

Ahhh!

suddenly.

Bu Fang felt a huge force acting on his hand.

That spoonful of egg fried rice was pushed out by this force, and forcibly stuffed into the mouth of Soul God...

Bu Fang narrowed his eyes!

not him!

It was not him who was feeding the soul god just now!

Bu Fang suddenly looked to his side.

Beside him, the system transformed by energy lines appeared silently beside Bu Fang, pushing his hand, and feeding the egg fried rice to the soul god.

far away.

The spirit of the God of Cooking suit slowly emerged.

They turned into human figures, floating quietly.

Bu Fang took a deep breath and looked at Soul God who had eaten egg fried rice.

Soul God looked at Bu Fang with sympathy in his eyes.

The next moment, the body began to crack.

He opened his mouth, his mouth...

One after another black energy surged from the seven orifices, and finally...

Completely turned into a black dragon and dissipated.

The power of the seven sins was completely stripped from the body of the soul god.

As for the Soul God, there was only a dry body left, and he fell to the ground... dying.

"Little...cook...child..."

The old soul god looked at Bu Fang with muddy eyes... and said every word.

Bu Fang watched.

next moment……

Suddenly the creeps!

Om...

With the deprivation of the power of the seventh sin of the soul god...

A pure energy centered on the wooden house...

Spread out!

boom!

The entire pastoral world seemed to be awake at this moment.

Countless plants grow wildly.

Above the fairy tree towering into the clouds, a white lotus flower that had been exhausted quietly bloomed.

Many powerhouses are attracted by that white lotus.

Master Tongtian, Yuanshi Tianzun, Gouye and other strong people can feel it.

The power of sin in that wooden house disappeared.

but……

No matter it is the dog, the Hades, or the Lord Tongtian, they can’t be happy...

Inexplicable……

There seems to be a more terrible pressure, oppressing them.

Puff!

Puff, puff!

The sound of a beating heart resounded.

Everyone looked at the wooden house, their eyes shrinking...

I saw that the wooden house began to crumble quietly...

Bu Fang's body slowly emerged.

In front of Bu Fang, a decayed old body was lying quietly.

And when the wooden house is scattered like light sand.

A figure sits quietly close to Bu Fang and the old man.

That is also an old man.

The old man has no breath.

And his hands...

Clutching a heart.

Above the heart, the power of the seven deadly sins hovered.

It fell slowly, wrapped around the heart, and blended into it...

Om...

The system, the five weapon spirits, all suspended in front of the figure, blocking Bu Fang's path...

The old man who was sitting cross-legged flicked his fingers slightly.

Afterwards...

Slowly raised his head.

The old man looked at Bu Fang and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

The next moment, the heart belonging to the soul god was stuffed into his chest...

"Congratulations, you have successfully completed the road of God of Cooking."

The old man stood up slowly.

Follow him up from the ground.

His figure gradually became younger, and all the wrinkles on his face disappeared.

In the end, he turned into the ordinary middle-aged man he had seen in the memory of the cursed queen.

The latter grinned, revealing his mouth full of white teeth, and looked at Bu Fang.

"It's a pity... the world only needs one God of Cooking."