Gourmet of Another World Chapter 1814: Take the way to go
The glitz is gone, and the remaining precisely is lonely. .
Bu Fang sat in the restaurant.
Very quiet, calm, the liquor swayed in the glass, rippled, spreading in circles.
Duowu Wushuang's head is dangling, and there is no vitality at all.
Although he is a sword god, he is a practitioner.
But in the search for immortal stars, those who do not become immortals will eventually become ordinary, and life will always come to an end.
And now, following Bu Fang for three hundred years, his life has come to the end.
The lamp is dry and the last wick.
He also turned into a gorgeous sword intent, blooming in the void.
Duo Gu Wu Shuang thought is very simple, even if he is going to die, he will be here in world, leaving the last ray of stunning.
And he did.
His sword caused a shock to the whole star seeker.
Countless expert are amazed.
Many martial arts peak are creepy.
Because from this sword, they feel the invincibility and loneliness that tear the void.
This sword ... not weaker than the sword of the fairy!
However.
This stunning sword is just the beginning.
Everyone on the planet looked up and looked up at the stars.
Suddenly found.
Beyond the starry sky, meteors are scattered.
A massive meteor shower shocked world.
When everyone thought it was just a meteor shower, everyone was wrong.
The flames dispersed.
The figure revealed is actually a figure of step and walk in the sky.
Fairy!
The whole planet boiling.
Everyone kneels on the ground.
Countless martial arts expert, eager to roar.
Seeking immortals, always looking for immortals.
However, even though I have n’t seen immortals for thousands of years, I met the legendary immortals today!
An immortal came.
Countless people were excited, they bowed their heads and knelt down, praying to the sky.
......
Houtu looks at the mortal underneath with some complicated eyes.
This star is too far behind, and the concentration of spiritual energy is not even one percent of that in the wild.
That man ... Is precisely hiding here?
Houtu sighed.
It has been more than three hundred years since that war.
The man disappeared for more than three hundred years.
Despite these more than three hundred years, the universe has always been calm.
However, under this calm, the dark tide that exists is even more uncomfortable.
At that time, everyone thought that the end of the world would come.
After all, the supreme, the soul **** who is comparable to the wild Heavenly Law comes ...
But no one thought of it.
The powerful soul **** is suppressed by the man and sealed.
Soul God is sealed at the cost of cultivation base!
Underneath, countless mortals are kneeling.
Houtu can feel a surge of spiritual ideas.
That is the belief of mortals.
Houtu sighed.
Why is Bu Fang hiding in this star?
Just because this star is behind?
could it be that Does he want to die quietly in this star?
The mortal on this star constantly seeks immortality.
But ...
Where do they know that a real gangster is hidden among them.
The red dust is a fairy.
Maybe only the man did it.
......
Houtu falls.
Her body changed so plainly that no mortal recognized him.
A flash of light.
Yang Jian appeared in plain clothes.
Wolf Sky Dog followed him.
Houtu nodded with Yang Jian, both turned their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the restaurant.
In the restaurant ... they sensed a familiar aura.
The aura of exactly Bu Fang.
It's just that this aura is extremely weak and extremely weak.
It seems to be going away at any time.
Bu Fang ...
Houtu and Yang Jian sighed.
Wolf Sky Dog groaned.
The three stepped into the restaurant.
The restaurant is very casual and has a soothing aura.
In the restaurant, all kinds of grass are planted, and a light fragrance is floating in the air.
Whitey's gloomy mechanical eyes turned and landed on Houtu and Yang Jian who stepped into the restaurant.
After that, he is not paying attention.
Small Eight lay prostrate on the ground and saw other people stepping into the house, turning his head slightly.
The little guy's mood is depressed.
Outside the door, more and more flood gods came.
For them, three hundred years is just the time between fingers.
The name of Bu Fang is still in full swing.
The God of Cooking, which suppresses Soul God, this name makes them rush to this star in 10 million.
Just to see the face of God of Cooking.
Houtu saw Bu Fang.
suck in a cold breath.
She covered her mouth, eyes was full of disbelief.
What Bu Fang looks like today ...
full head white hair is drooping, and a worn robe wrap up is on the body.
On the face, the gully is crisscrossing, and the face that was cramped can be seen faintly.
However, there is less sharpness and more precipitation.
How can Bu Fang become so old-fashioned?
Yang Jian has a complex look.
Three hundred years is the limit for mortals.
If it is not the fleshly body of Bu Fang, it may have been dead in two hundred years.
However, although Bu Fang turns into a mortal, but ... he can't be like this.
As long as he practises a little, based on his previous foundation, he will achieve Immortal King, and wo n’t have ask.
could it be that is Bu Fang who gave up his practice.
The wheezy dog saw the Bu Fang, rushed up quickly, and licked it on the face of Bu Fang.
The dog's eyes also reveal a dynamic look.
Bu Fang rubbed the head of the barking tengu and looked at the barking tengu, always thinking of Lord Dog unconsciously.
For Lord Dog and Little Yōu, perhaps, three hundred years is just a snap.
But for Bu Fang, it's almost a lifetime.
Different horizons and different sensitivity to time.
If he is a fairy, three hundred years of glitz, he will not care.
But if it is a mortal, three hundred years, it is already three lives and three lives.
"You ..."
Houtu opened his mouth and wanted to say something.
However, Bu Fang raised his dry hand and waved.
"No need to say ..."
"Do me a favor."
Bu Fang raised his head, muddy's eyes, and looked at Houtu.
Houtu was taken aback.
Bu Fang pointed to the distant, loneliness with his head down, saying: "This kid has followed me for three hundred years. If he had a sword to cut the void one hundred years ago, he had a chance to become a fairy, but he Give up that opportunity and continue to follow me ... Now, I want you to help me save him. "
Yang Jian and Houtu's eyes fell on the unique.
His gaze changed slightly.
Although Du Gu Wu Shuang has died withered, the sword intent left on his body is terrifying.
Can mortals achieve such a terrible sword intent? !
Being able to follow Bu Fang is not unusual.
Houtu nodded.
As Bu Fang, this requirement is not excessive.
The life of Xun Xianxing is also in the Samsara, and Houtu can naturally be saved.
She raised her hand and mana flowed.
Tap lightly in the void, as if picking flying leaves lightly.
Duowu Wushuang is just dead.
His soul has not dispersed.
Under the traction of Houtu, condense soon came out.
Although Du Gu Wu Shuang is a sword god, in their eyes, it is no different from a mortal.
Yang Jian raised his hand.
Awesome.
suddenly circulates a mana and falls on the sword **** alone.
The latter's old body began to recover at a rate visible to the naked eye.
It soon returned to a period of youth and vigour.
It seems as if the time has been reversed for three hundred years.
Of course, Yang Jian's method is not to reverse his time, but to help him recover his vitality and let ** bloom again.
Om ...
The soul returns, plus ** Qi and blood rumbled.
Duowu Mushuang quickly opened his eyes.
He gasped heavily, sweating on his forehead.
He is dead?
No ...
Not dead!
He is alive again? !
How could he live again?
life has come to an end, he has seen the Samsara Changhe ...
How did he live again?
Lonely peer looked at his body, full of vitality ** let him suck in a cold breath.
"I ..."
Duowu Wushu opened his mouth.
He saw Houtu and Yang Jian.
Looking around, the old Bu Fang is sitting far away.
could it be that is ... Bu Fang saved him?
The fairy master is finally make a move?
"Step Boss, let's go back and practice again, when the Soul God is born ... you need your suppression."
Houtu looked at Bu Fang, his eyes eager.
It is just a matter of hand to save the alone.
However, returning Bu Fang to the floods is the most important thing.
Yang Jian said nothing.
It's just that eyes looks at Bu Fang with expectation.
The whimper sticks out his tongue and licks Bu Fang's face.
Everyone is waiting.
Void.
The bird's body was shrouded in a mist, looking at Bu Fang and sighing.
The body retreats into the void again and disappears.
Three hundred years, he has witnessed the transformation of Bu Fang.
The transformation is the deepest transformation of the soul.
He witnessed the culinary arts of Bu Fang, which is good every day.
He never thought about it.
At the level of Bu Fang, culinary arts can also soar at this speed.
Each dish of Bu Fang culinary arts contains true and pure emotions.
The bird is very emotional.
In Ancient Heavenly God Ancient Ruin, he had discussed with Bu Fang.
At that time, Bu Fang still insisted that the quality of ingredient determined the quality of cuisines.
At that time, the one jar couple Heavenly God wine was used by Lord Ye to rebut Bu Fang.
But it never happened.
Hundreds of years have passed.
Bu Fang actually gave up the path he once insisted on, and embarked on a passionate kitchen.
It's like a couple's Heavenly God wine.
Emotions are implemented in every dish.
But ...
The sentimental approach is more difficult to walk.
Almost never.
Some feelings ... may have to be witnessed by life and death.
Three hundred years.
Bird Lord has been hiding the void for three hundred years and has been guarding Bu Fang.
Bu Fang travels to the stars, come to realize has sentiment.
From the first feelings towards the village, and then to the feelings I saw after visiting continent.
He walks the red dust and sees a lot of emotions.
As a bystander, he contains all the emotions on this planet.
Today's Bu Fang, the flashy and dregs are left out, and the rest ... only essence.
Unfortunately ...
Sentimental, after all, it ’s not that simple.
......
Bu Fang shook his head, picked up the glass, and sipped his drink.
He turned his head to look at Duo Wushuang.
"You are now an immortal, do you want to stay, or ... leave? Chengxian Road is already open for you."
Bu Fang Road.
His eyes is plain.
The blandness made Houtu and Yang Jian feel very distressed.
Duo Gu Wu Shuang is still a little ignorant, he needs to sort out his thoughts.
He has become a fairy?
Heart moved.
The violent mana in his body made him look red suddenly.
He has followed Bu Fang for three hundred years, and the enlightened sword intent can already smash the void.
Although he is not as profound as Bu Fang ’s enlightenment, in the process, Bu Fang will occasionally puzzle him.
His sword is not a ruthless sword, but a sentimental sword that blends his emotions.
"Fairy Master ... Walklessly follow the Master!"
Duowuwu knelt down on the ground, staring at Bu Fang with some emotion.
Bu Fang nodded.
Nothing said.
He let Houtu and Yang Jian leave.
"Let's go, I will return if I should return. If I can't return ... everything can only follow the rules."
"Shanheshe Jiji can only suppress the Soul God for thousands of years. If I ca n’t return, force it back, the day when the Soul God breaks the seal ... I ca n’t stop it, it does n’t make any sense."
Bu Fang.
"What I owe has been paid off, now ... what I want to do is to go the way I should go."
With Bu Fang, Yang Jian, Houtu and others could not help frowning.
They cannot guess what Bu Fang is thinking.
But stubbornness of Bu Fang makes them helpless.
They left the restaurant.
The other immortals stepped in and visited Bu Fang.
It's really annoying.
Bu Fang makes the quiet Whitey make a move ...
After picking a few fairy goddesses, these little fairy goddesses who have strong psychology of hunting are finally quieted down.
Duo Gu is so shocked.
It turns out ... The iron lump Whitey of Mu Ne is so strong!
The immortals lived outside the restaurant.
Times flow.
In one thought, another two hundred years.