Soul God would rather die than surrender.
He will never eat it!
Bu Fang's dishes made him feel a crisis.
To him, delicious food is poison, and it will gradually wear down his sinful power! Weaken the power of the soul god.
This is God of Cooking's trap, and it is also the most effective way to deal with him!
Soul God's eyes were about to split open, and his mouth was tightly shut.
He still doesn't believe it, with his mouth tightly shut, is it possible that Bu Fang can still put food into his mouth
Bu Fang looked at Soul God indifferently.
That gaze was very calm.
The gourmet array is surging...
At this moment, the pitch-black power of great sin that dissipated from Soul God was continuously suppressed.
Soul God narrowed his eyes.
Goddamn God of Cooking will...
He will not give in.
Bu Fang sighed.
In this room today, God of Cooking is invincible, even if God of Soul has touched the realm of Ancestral God.
However, he lost his heart, and his heart was used by God of Cooking, and now it suppressed him in turn.
Perhaps, after Soul God gradually adapts to the power of the heart, he can call the heart back.
However, at this moment, Soul God can only be suppressed obediently.
Soul God's body trembled, slowly raised his head, and slowly opened his mouth...
His eyes tightened.
Bu Fang grabbed the spoon and spooned the dishes into the mouth of Soul God one by one.
In the world, how many people are looking forward to his dishes.
Unfortunately, there is only one exception, and that is Soul God. His disgust towards the dishes comes from the depths of Soul God.
After entering the dishes, Soul God felt his soul tremble.
Even the power of mortal sin seems out of control...
boom!
The suppression of the gourmet formation was struggled away.
Soul God retreated a few steps in a row, covered his head, and knelt on the ground on one knee.
Above his body, seven faces emerged, each of which was twisting...
That is one of the seven deadly sins.
What Bu Fang has to do is to reform the seven deadly sins on Soul God.
This is the layout of God of Cooking.
now…
Finally going to the last step.
Bu Fang took a step back, retreated to the side of Baihu Tianzao, and looked at Soul God indifferently.
Soul God clutched his head, as if he had a splitting headache, his pupils constricted, and his body trembled endlessly.
He let out a roar, raised his head abruptly, his scarlet eyes seemed to be getting dizzy a little bit.
Dishes cooked by Bu Fang.
It is a recipe written by God of Cooking to deal with the seven deadly sins.
There are seven dishes in total, corresponding to the seven deadly sins.
As for Bu Fang, he only needed to cook seven dishes to completely influence the soul and destroy his power.
boom! !
Soul God let out a long howl.
A force like a black dragon struggled out of his body, twisted continuously, and collapsed into the void with a bang.
Completely disappeared.
This is the soul god's crime, collapse.
Bu's face gradually became indifferent.
He turned to the second page of the chef's recipe.
It describes a dish…
Taking out the ingredients, Bu Fang processed the ingredients without haste...
Perhaps, God of Cooking cultivated heirs for everything today.
The purpose of the God of Cooking is to need the heir's culinary skills to be able to cook the delicacies in the recipes of the God of Cooking. Only in this way can he have a chance to eliminate the Soul God.
And all this...
Bu Fang can do it now!
Bu Fang let out a breath.
Turn the pot and cook a dish again.
The rich fragrance seemed to turn into golden dragons in the room.
The golden dragon was hovering, and the black dragon formed by the power of the great sin on the soul god was confronting and roaring, biting each other.
Soul God knelt on the ground, his body bound by the chains formed by the gourmet array.
Bu Fang didn't look sideways, his concentration was all on the dishes.
The dishes on the chef's recipe are not difficult, but there are too many emotions that need to be invested in them.
It is only now that Bu Fang has set foot on the path of sentient beings, so he has the opportunity to try it.
Had it been someone else, there might not have been a chance to try it all.
chi chi chi...
Pour out the dishes.
Another perfect savory meal.
Bu Fang took a deep breath, and the rich fragrance lingered in his heart.
Bu Fang stared.
Holding the dishes, he came to the soul god.
Soul God still resisted rather than surrender.
Bu Fang scooped spoonfuls into his irresistible, slowly opening mouth...
Another dish goes down.
The veins on Soul God's body were densely covered, as if they were about to burst from the blood vessels under his skin.
That kind of scene is extremely hideous.
Soul God retreated a few steps in a row, and another evil force on his body began to disintegrate continuously!
Soul God's blood-colored pupils are constantly getting bigger and smaller, and are constantly shrinking.
It is a kind of pain in which attributes are mutually generated and restrained.
"Damn cook..."
Soul God roared.
There were jet-black liquid droplets flowing all over his body, exuding a stench.
Bu Fang let out a breath.
Retreat to the edge of the stove.
Stretching out his hand, he opened the menu again, and turned a page again.
Another dish.
Cooking is complete.
Bu Fang fed the dishes to Soul God.
The evil power from Soul God was once again stripped and disintegrated.
The soul was in great pain, and there was anger and despair in the eyes.
This time...he's really going to be smothered to death by that old God of Cooking!
Bu Fang is the biggest conspiracy left by that old Chef God!
A dish.
two courses...
three courses...
There are seven courses in total.
Bu Fang was cooking without haste.
but…
This cooking is not so easy, every dish needs to spend a huge amount of energy.
Bu Fang occasionally let out a sigh of relief after cooking a dish.
Not only mental power, but even emotions will vent a lot.
Chef's dishes are not so easy to cook.
In the room, the system quietly floats in the distance.
It's like a test all along.
The system watched Bu Fang calmly and quietly, evaluating everything about Bu Fang.
Bu Fang is very familiar with this feeling.
The sixth course.
Beads of sweat were densely covered on Bu Fang's forehead, and with his current cultivation, 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 an invisible force and floated in front of the soul god.
At this moment, Soul God is also panting heavily.
He took another bite of the dish.
On Soul God's body, the jet black had receded a lot.
The originally pitch-black body turned gray.
The face also gradually became clear and no longer blurred.
Soul God fell to the ground, panting violently.
He opened his mouth and let out a pained growl.
In the seven orifices, the black air spread and turned into a black dragon, which was torn apart by the golden dragon of the dish.
"Host, come on, there is only one last dish left."
The system's serious and earnest refueling sound resounded.
Bu Fang glanced at the system, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
But he's not in a rush, he needs a break.
The last dish, and the most crucial one…
It's not easy for Bu Fang to cook. With his current state...
His mental strength was almost exhausted.
The breath also became very weak.
Take a breath.
Bu Fang stood up slowly and came to the White Tiger Stove.
Chef's menu was suspended quietly.
Bu Fang stretched out his hand and opened the last page.
The golden text burst into brilliance.
Bu Fang's eyes were extremely complicated.
The last course...
Bu Fang murmured lightly.
The journey of God of Cooking has been going for so long, and it seems to have finally come to an end.
Inexplicably, Bu Fang felt a sense of loss in his heart, which was very uncomfortable.
Take a breath.
Bu Fang took out the ingredients one by one.
However, there are not many ingredients.
The last dish, the ingredients are only rice and an egg.
Egg fried rice
Bu Fang's eyes were clouded for a while.
He started with egg fried rice, and is he going to end 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 froze slightly.
Because, he found that the Soul God at this moment has already lived up to the high-spirited 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 ravines, like folds on the plateau, stacked one after another, shocking.
The white hair is loose.
It was as if all the vitality had been sucked out of Soul God.
The seven deadly sins make him eternal.
However, deprived of the seven ruthless sins, the soul god becomes old like a mortal.
He seemed to be dying, really dying.
Bu Fang's eyes were complicated.
The final fate of the Great Enemy, Soul God... turned out to be like this.
Deprived of the right to eternal life, he will live and die of old age.
However, this may be the best end for Soul God, compared to the murder he committed.
Bu Fang shook his head and let out a breath.
Start cooking the last egg fried rice.
Click.
The egg was cracked open.
Rice grains into the pot…
The rich fragrance surged up in an instant.
Egg Fried Rice…
A familiar dish, a dish that Bu Fang could cook almost subconsciously, unexpectedly appeared at such a solemn time.
The inexplicable concession is a bit weird.
The pot was turned over, and the flames shot up into the sky, reflecting on Bu Fang's face.
Bu Fang's movements seemed to slow down.
The ingredients in the stir-fry were flying and became slow.
In the distance, Soul God leaned against the wall, looking at the flames bursting out of the basalt pot with a wry smile.
He seemed to see his old self in the firelight.
Cloudy eyes, a little trance.
Quiet footsteps sounded.
Bu Fang carried the dishes and walked in front of Soul God.
Bu Fang's eyes were a bit complicated.
"Come on, have your last meal."
Bu Fang Road.
With a porcelain spoon, he scooped up the egg fried rice on the 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… "
Hun Shen looked weakly at the rice grains and egg liquid in the porcelain spoon, and murmured.
Bu Fang was taken aback.
"What a beautiful flower..."
Soul Shinto.
The next moment, the gully on Soul God's face couldn't help but throbbed, and the old man actually let out a wanton laugh.
Tears of laughter flowed.
"Little cook...you will regret it!"
"When I let go of my sins... some things really come back to me."
Soul God smiled and looked at Bu Fang with inexplicable sympathy.
"You are in the pit just like me..."
The last mortal power on the body of the soul god began to tremble.
Bu Fang frowned.
What does soul god mean
Bu Fang paused, and the spoonful of egg fried rice was frozen in his hand, and he didn't feed Soul God to eat it.
"What is ruthless... is ruthless if you can kill yourself with your own hands."
Soul God laughed.
Ah!
Sudden.
Bu Fang felt a huge force acting on his hand.
The spoonful of egg fried rice was pushed out by this force, and it was stuffed into the mouth of Soul God...
Bu Fang narrowed his eyes!
not him!
Feed Soul God just now... not him!
Bu Fang suddenly looked to his side.
Beside him, a system transformed by energy lines quietly appeared beside Bu Fang, pushed his hand, and fed the egg fried rice to Soul God.
far away.
The spirit of the God of Cooking suit slowly emerged.
They turned into figures, floating quietly.
Bu Fang took a deep breath and looked at Soul God who had eaten fried rice with eggs.
Soul God looked at Bu Fang with sympathy in his eyes.
The next moment, the body began to crack.
He opened his mouth, and in his mouth...
One after another black air surged from the seven orifices, and finally...
Completely turned into a black dragon and dissipated.
The power of the Seven Deadly Evils 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... son..."
The old Soul God looked at Bu Fang with cloudy eyes... and read the words word by word.
Bu Fang watched.
next moment…
Suddenly creepy!
hum...
With the soul god's power of the seventh deadly sin being deprived...
A stream of pure energy centered around the cabin...
Spread out!
boom!
The whole pastoral world seemed to wake up at this moment.
Countless vegetation grows crazily.
On the towering fairy tree, a white lotus flower that was originally exhausted quietly bloomed.
Many strong men are attracted by the white lotus of forgetting love.
Master Tongtian, Yuanshi Tianzun, Lord Dog and other strong people can all sense it.
The power of the great sin in the wooden house disappeared.
But…
No matter if it's Lord Dog, King of Pluto Erha, or Master Tongtian, etc., they can't be happy...
Inexplicable…
It seems that there is a more terrifying pressure oppressing them.
Plop!
Plop, plop!
The sound of the beating heart resounded.
Everyone looked at the wooden house, their eyes shrank...
I saw that the wooden house began to crumble quietly...
Bu Fang's body slowly emerged.
In front of Bu Fang, lay a decayed old body quietly.
And when the wooden house is scattered like light sand.
A figure sat quietly cross-legged not far from Bu Fang and the elder.
That was also an octogenarian.
The old man was out of breath.
And in his hands...
holding a heart.
Above the heart, the power of the seven deadly sins hovered.
Slowly falling, wrapping around the heart, blending into it...
hum...
The system, the five artifact spirits, were all suspended in front of the figure, blocking Bu Fang's path...
The old man who was sitting cross-legged moved his fingers slightly.
Then...
Slowly raise your head.
The old man looked at Bu Fang, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
The next moment, the heart belonging to the soul god was stuffed into his chest by him...
"Congratulations, you have successfully completed the journey of the God of Cooking."
The old man stood up slowly.
As he got up from the ground.
His figure began to gradually become 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 white teeth, and looked at Bu Fang.
"Unfortunately... the world only needs one chef."