The Great Desolation: At the beginning of the game, the sacrificial interpretation of the teaching i

How can there be such a delicious thing!

Houtu was not calm anymore, thinking it was because he hadn't eaten the fireworks in this world for a long time.

In the end, after giving her a few more mouthfuls, she was quite sure: it was really delicious!

It's so delicious!

It was the best food she had ever eaten as an ancestor witch who stood at the top of the food chain during the lich period!

Not only the taste, but also the meat, is a must!

Then, she took a sip of the milk-like white and smooth Kun soup, and her entire beautiful face was awakened in an instant.

"Yummy!

Oh my goodness.

This is too fresh!

Houtu is worthy of being a woman who once stood at the top of the food chain. As an ancestor witch, it can be said that except for a limited number of people, in those days, the entire prehistoric period was the vegetable market of their ancestor witches.

That's basically a story about going out and grabbing whatever you want to eat!

So if we want to talk about the real Lao Tie, the gourmets of the wild, it has to be them ancestors.

And unlike Yaozu's savage eating, Wuzu also worked hard in cooking.

Even the cooking of the human race was taught by the witch race.

So when it comes to eating and how to make delicious food, the Wu people are the ancestors!

It was precisely because of this that Houtu showed such an expression of shock and enjoyment.

Then, she tasted it.

"This is quasi-sage-level meat?"

Houtu then took two big bites of the huge roasted roc's wings, and he was sure that only the meat of the quasi-sage could have such a taste.

Then she took another sip of Kun soup, closed her eyes, and slowly followed the taste buds to trace the source of the ingredients.

"There is the smell of the sea, and it is the coldness of the abyss that is unique to the North Sea, which can cause the meat to condense..."

"Evil power, there is still evil power..."

"Is it the smell of a dragon? Such a strong dragon origin..."

"This is the origin of my witch clan?!"

hiss!

Houtu's eyes instantly became icy cold, and his whole face seemed to have changed into a mask, with evil spirits wafting out.

quasi-sage.

North Sea.

There is evil power.

Like to eat dragons.

I also ate the Wuzu.

The answer is already obvious: Kunpeng is a rotten bird man!

"Ah."

Looking at the roasted Peng's wings that have been bitten off halfway to see the bones, Houtu gently tore off a piece of delicious tender meat from it, and slowly put it in his mouth to chew, not wanting to miss every tasting.

"It's really fragrant, Kunpeng, it's really fragrant..."

"I didn't expect you to have today!"

For Houtu, Kunpeng's death was of great significance.

Because this is the last ancient monster clan that has a deep hatred with the witch clan.

Although it was also because of his escape back then that the Yaozu's big formation collapsed.

But this can't erase the hatred between the birdman and the witch clan in so many societies where the two clans of Liches are fighting!

Otherwise, why was there such a Yuanhui in the past, and the origin of the witch clan was still left in the flesh of this bird man?

After all, he had eaten too many witches!

"who is it?"

Now, Houtu is happily enjoying roasted Peng's wings and stewed Kun soup.

I began to seriously think about who it was that not only killed Kunpeng, but also made him food and sent him to honor myself.

Such a thoughtful move moved Hou Tu very much.

"Ox head and horse face, come see me immediately."

On this day, the two ghosts and gods who were guarding the gate of ghosts trembled all over when they heard the call from the place of six reincarnations.

...

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Longevity Mountain.

This is the battle of magic, the midpoint of the clear dividing line between East and West.

On the mountain, there is an inconspicuous Taoist temple.

But in the Taoist temple, there is a very eye-catching fruit tree.

It is the ginseng fruit tree, one of the ancient spirit roots.

And this Taoist temple is the Wuzhuang temple.

The master of the Taoist temple is Zhenyuanzi Daxian, one of the three thousand guests in the world of mortals in Zixiao Palace in the past!

In fact, Zhen Yuanzi's reputation in the prehistoric world has never been obvious.

Everyone knows that there is such a person as him.

But I don't know what kind of ability he has.

Moreover, whenever this Immortal Zhenyuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple is mentioned, it is basically accompanied by the story of Hongyun Patriarch.

So for Zhen Yuanzi's cognition, many prehistoric beings in the new form don't take it seriously.

However, it is such a fairy mountain rooted at the junction of the East and the West, but no force has been able to take it as its own.

Not in the West.

Neither is the East.

Thousands of dollars will pass, but Longevity Mountain is still the same Longevity Mountain, and Wuzhuang Temple is still the same Wuzhuang Temple.

In this way, those with eyesight will immediately know that the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi is such a difficult existence.

Of course, if they searched for history and looked up the stories that happened at the end of the Lich period, they would understand even more what kind of existence this Immortal Zhenyuanzi was.

Because back then, he was the one who kept Hongyun Patriarch intact.

As long as Patriarch Hongyun stays in Wuzhuang Temple for one day.

Not to mention Patriarch Kunpeng and Patriarch Minghe.

Even the most popular demon emperor Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi at that time had no way to deal with Patriarch Hongyun!

If it wasn't for Hongyun Patriarch's head twitching and insisting on leaving Wuzhuang Temple, then there would be no subsequent stories.

Therefore, Zhen Yuanzi's strength has always been a mystery.

"What's the noise?"

On this day, Zhen Yuanzi, who was about to leave the customs, was alarmed by the noise of the two Taoist boys.

Following the master's voice, the courtyard was instantly quiet.

Afterwards, Dao Tong Qingfeng came over and said: "Master, Wu Geng, the third prince of the human race, sent someone to bring some food. He said it was just made and it was still hot. Please taste it."

The third prince of the human race?

Zhen Yuanzi slowly raised his eyelids, seemingly thinking.

I have no contact with the human race.

After all, these new protagonists of heaven and earth have been on the coast of the East China Sea from the very beginning, and then gradually developed around Buzhou Mountain, but Longevity Mountain is located in the far west, and the human race will not reproduce here.

As for the west side, although the two thieves, Yin and Zhunti, have been sent to many human races.

But the west is barren, and these human races in the west are also multiplying around the land of Mount Sumeru and Lingshan.

In the same way, the world of Longevity Mountain will not come up.

Therefore, Zhen Yuanzi really has no friendship with the human race.

"What kind of food?"

Qingfeng replied: "People who come here say that there are some barbecued meat and fresh soup, and they also say that the temple master will know it once he tastes it."

interesting.

Zhen Yuanzi smiled lightly, and even had an answer to himself: "Show it."

No, another Taoist boy Mingyue quickly brought the food box in.

so big?

Zhen Yuanzi was taken aback.

The food box is not only big, but also contains a universe inside. It is actually a magic weapon, which can keep the food inside as if it was just out of the oven.

"Interesting, haha, interesting!"

Seeing all the boxes opened to reveal the food, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly laughed loudly.

Daotong Qingfeng and Mingyue beside them both looked at each other strangely, with surprise on their faces.

Because Master Hongyun has never smiled since the death of Uncle Hongyun. Why is he laughing so presumptuously when he sees the bird heads and fish heads in the food box, as well as the plates of barbecue and steaming white soup? Woolen cloth.

Still laughing, tears came out.

"Go and invite your uncle's god card."

What?

Hearing the master's words, Qingfeng Mingyue didn't react for a while.

But today Zhen Yuanzi was in a good mood, and he repeated it again with a smile. Only then did the two boys wake up, and hurried to the back hall to bring the divine tablet of Patriarch Hongyun.

Just put away the magic card for the master, and was about to leave when Zhen Yuanzi said in a warm voice: "You two should sit down too, accompany the master, me, and your uncle, and have a good meal."

Qingfeng and Mingyue looked at each other, but still full of doubts, they sat opposite each other, beside the two masters.

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Soon, the doubts in Qingfeng and Mingyue's stomachs were filled with the delicious food in front of them!

"This, this is great!"

"What kind of meat is this? It feels even more delicious than ginseng fruit."

"This soup is also so fresh that it makes people feel ecstatic."

Qingfeng and Mingyue have already been infatuated. Both of them are not high in morality, so they have to taste such nourishing quasi-sage meat. Of course, the effect will be amazing.

Zhen Yuanzi chewed his food slowly like Hou Tu, as if he didn't want to let go of every detail.

"Hehe, can the two of you figure out what kind of meat this meat is?"

Qingfeng and Mingyue shook their heads quickly, naturally wanting the master to solve the mystery.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at the divine card on the opposite side, and slowly fell into deep memories.

In Wuzhuang Temple, the voice of an old Taoist telling stories gradually sounded. It didn't take long until the two Taoist boys were surprised, and the story ended.

"Kun, Kunpeng?!"

"It's that villain!!!"

"Yes."