Funeral customization, let you have a mysterious past

Chapter 163

He is really not reconciled.

When Lin Lan thought that the friends and relatives he knew were either disabled or dead, she wondered if she was born a broom star.

Wherever you go, where will your bad luck spread?
The black light around the demon god is getting more and more intense, just when everyone is full of desire and ready to close their eyes and welcome the doomsday.

A faltering figure climbed out of the pile of ruins that had been swept by the black air waves before.

The Immortal Chef looked at the blood holes all over his body and the broken skin, and his teeth itched with anger. He thought that if he hadn't carried a protective fairy treasure bestowed by the Jade Emperor with him, he would definitely be killed by this evil method just now. devour.

The demon god was just about to destroy the world, and when he left in a cool manner, even Dao Xin Lizi, who dug up the corpse of the immortal, was in no mood.

At this moment, his eyes turned cold, and his eyes focused on the ruins on the ground. That fairy survived?
"You're not dead? You can obviously pretend to be dead to escape the catastrophe?"

The high-altitude demon god looked down at the distressed chef and immortal on the ground.

The Immortal Chef was too lazy to explain to the Demon God, and was about to rush forward to continue fighting with the Demon God.

The demon god opened his mouth wide and spewed out a circle of black smoke. The black smoke actually transformed into ten black skeletons, roaring like a gust of wind, and killing the already severely injured magician on the ground.

"A battle of wits, right? I don't believe I can lose to a demon like you!"

I saw the Immortal Chef floating in the air, confronting the Demon God, took out an iron pot, and waved his hand, a braised chicken with colorful lights appeared in the iron pot soon.

Seeing this scene, Lin Lan couldn't help being shocked. What is this immortal uncle doing?

Could it be that he intends to use his delicious food to curry favor with the Demon God, begging him to let him go?
However, although it was embarrassing to clean up in this way, Lin Lan did not have the slightest thought of complaining. After all, the other party was just a character summoned by the system at the funeral, and he had no obligation to live and die with mortals like them.

Even the demon god was puzzled by the actions of the chef and immortal.

Is this a barbecue made of a phoenix?
Compared with this thing, only killing, blood and magic crystals interested him.

"Don't you think it's too late for you to beg for mercy?"

The devil said disdainfully.

But soon the Immortal Chef's action slapped him in the face, and it turned out that the other party didn't want to ask for mercy at all.

He just used this method of sacrificing delicious food to perform the previous magic of inviting gods.

"Brother Zhong Kui, there is an evil spirit haunting me, come and help me!"

I saw the immortal chef muttering words, and the braised phoenix in the iron pot quickly disappeared.

In the next table, facing the ten black skeletons that had been killed, there was no panic on the face of the Immortal Chef.

And the expression was extremely serious, looking around, he threw out ten Dao Talismans bursting with golden light, and then the skeletons immediately roared unwillingly, and disappeared in smoke.

Seeing this, the demon god screamed angrily.

"Devil, where are you going!"

The Immortal Chef roared angrily, and wanted to use another means to subdue the demon god in front of him.

The corner of the demon god's mouth cracked, and he said angrily: "I didn't leave, I have seen a lot of your methods tens of thousands of years ago."

Next to the table, I saw the demon god let out a strange cry, and countless bats flew out from the forest in the distance.

The demon god spit out a thick mist in the direction of the densely packed bats flying over, and those bats immediately turned into monsters with blue faces and fangs all over the sky.

I saw them baring their teeth and claws, with long fangs growing around their mouths.

sizzle!
Seeing this horrifying scene, the Immortal Chef didn't panic, and continued to cast spells, intending to empty out the crowd of dancing demons.

Just the next time, his expression froze on the spot, and a voice came from his mind: Brother, I am only good at subduing demons who practice demons and ghosts. I have no experience with these blood-eating ghosts!
After this voice sounded in the mind of Immortal Cooking God, Immortal Cooking Immortal's aura immediately turned down.

How to do?
Countless bats had already flown over and wrapped him up, as if their sharp teeth would immediately corrupt his indestructible golden fairy body, devouring and biting him into countless pieces.

How to do?
Undecided, he can only continue to use the magic trick, after all, he doesn't have much strength himself, he is only good at this.

The Immortal Chef did the same trick again, but this time he changed his mind, and some images of the saints in the Western Heavenly Court, their celestial neighbor, appeared in his mind.

Squeak!

The vampires in the form of bats had already bit off a lot of flesh and blood from one arm of God of Cooking, and just when he lost all the immortality in his body and couldn't hold on any longer, a soft white light shone from his body.

A voice was heard from heaven and earth: "Hallelujah!"

In an instant, the bats and vampires in the sky all spontaneously ignited and turned into ashes, and even the body of the demon god began to dissipate.

"No, it's impossible!"

"I am a demon god, I will not lose!"

Not only did the Demon God's body begin to turn into green smoke, but his consciousness also began to collapse.

Just when the Demon God thought that he could escape even if he failed, he despaired.

In that split second, all the magic power in his body was gone, and he couldn't even get rid of the possession and return to the emptiness before he came.

"you……"

"If one demon god dies, there will be tens of thousands of demon gods. You...must die!"

At the last moment when the demon god's consciousness disappeared, a strange eye suddenly appeared in the sky, facing Lin Lan below.

Then, along with that resentful voice, it disappeared without a trace.

After the demon god was eliminated, the world in the mirror world finally returned to peace.

Lin Lan looked at the immortal chef who returned from the ruins to the funeral scene very embarrassed, and wondered if she should apologize for the trouble she had caused him.

Although the Immortal Chef was covered in bruises all over his body, he still remembered his purpose for coming to the funeral.

In front of everyone, he waved his hand and made a whole set of kitchen utensils and hundreds of dining tables.

Countless personal figures circulated in it, and in a short time, a rich, alluring aroma mixed with countless unnamed food dishes poured into the mouths and noses of everyone present.

Some people couldn't wait, showing greedy eyes, looking at all kinds of melons, fruits and birds and animals on the tables.

"It's so fragrant!"

"Our tribal king actually has this kind of friend?"

"How does it feel to eat food that smells so good?"

Many people have even risked their heads and started eating without waiting for Queen Pooh to speak.

It seems that it is worth eating a bite of the food on the table and dying in place immediately.

Pooh looked at the gorgeous dishes on the table, and just wanted to walk over to thank the chef, and ask him about his relationship with his father.

The immortal chef put away the kitchen utensils, tidied up his cuffs and said, "Everyone, it's getting late, please let the table begin!"

When Pooh walked over, the fairy chef turned around and escaped into a light and shadow, and then disappeared.

Pooh stomped her feet. She should take this opportunity to get acquainted with such a powerful object.

Seeing Pooh's disappointment, Lin Lan patted her on the shoulder and said, "Immortals generally like to be unrestrained. It must be a friend your father met in the East when he was young. Eating banquets at funerals is a custom in my hometown." .”

(End of this chapter)