Chapter 1848 Finale (3)

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 gradually wear away the power of his sin! Weaken the power of Soul God.

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

Soul God's eyes were about to burst, and he closed his mouth tightly.

He still didn't believe it. With his mouth tightly closed, could Bu Fang still stuff the food into his mouth?

Bu Fang looked at Soul God calmly.

That look was very calm.

The food formation surges...

The dark power of sin that exploded from the soul god was actually being continuously suppressed at this moment.

Soul God's eyes narrowed.

Damn the will of the God of Cooking...

He will not give in.

Bu Fang sighed.

In this room now, the Kitchen God is invincible, even if the Soul God has touched the Ancestral God Realm.

However, he has no heart, and his heart was used by the God of Cooking, and now it suppresses him.

Perhaps, after the Soul God gradually adapts to the power of the heart, he can recall the heart.

However, at this moment, Soul God could only be suppressed obediently.

Soul God's body trembled, he slowly raised his head, and slowly opened his mouth...

His eyes tightened.

Bu Fang grabbed the spoon and poured the food into Soul God's mouth one spoonful at a time.

There are so many people in heaven and earth who are looking forward to his dishes.

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

When the food entered his mouth, Hun Shen felt his soul tremble.

Even the power of sin seems uncontrollable...

boom!

The suppression of the gourmet formation was struggled away.

Soul God took several steps back, covered his head, and knelt on the ground on one knee.

On top of his body, seven faces emerged, each face twisted...

That belongs to the Seven Deadly Sins.

What Bu Fang has to do is to convert the seven deadly sins on the soul god.

This is the layout of God of Cooking.

now……

It’s finally time to reach the final step.

Bu Fang took a step back and retreated to the side of Baihu Tianzao, looking at the soul god calmly.

Soul God covered his head, as if he had a splitting headache, his pupils were constricted, and his body was shaking.

He roared and raised his head suddenly, his scarlet eyes seeming to become distracted a little bit.

Dishes cooked by Bu Fang.

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

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

As for Bu Fang, he only needs to cook seven dishes to completely influence the soul and destroy his power.

boom! !

The Soul God let out a long roar.

A force like a black dragon struggled out of his body, twisted continuously, and disintegrated into the void with a bang.

Completely disappeared.

This is the sin of the soul god, collapse.

Bu Fang's expression gradually became cold.

He turned to the second page of the MasterChef cookbook.

It describes a dish…

Taking out the ingredients, Bu Fang processed them in a leisurely manner...

Perhaps the God of Cooking cultivates heirs for everything he has today.

The purpose of the God of Cooking is to need the cooking skills of his successor to be able to cook the delicacies in the God of Cooking's recipes. 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 circling, confronting and roaring with the black dragon formed by the sinful power of the Soul God, biting each other.

Soul God knelt on the ground, his body bound by the chains formed by the food formation.

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

The dishes on the MasterChef menu are not very difficult, but there are too many emotions that need to be invested in them.

Now Bu Fang has embarked on the path of love,

Just got a chance to try it.

If it had been anyone else, there might not have been a chance to try any of this.

Tsk tsk tsk...

Pour the food out.

Another perfectly delicious meal.

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

Bu Fang's eyes narrowed.

Carrying the dishes, he came to the Soul God.

Soul God is still willing to die and resist unyieldingly.

Bu Fang poured spoonful after spoonful into his mouth, which he couldn't resist and slowly opened...

Another dish goes down.

The veins on Soul God's body were densely covered with veins, as if they were about to burst from the blood vessels under the skin.

That kind of scene is extremely ferocious.

Soul God took several steps back, and another sinful power began to dissipate from his body!

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

It is a kind of pain whose attributes are in conflict with each other.

"Damn cook..."

The Soul God roared.

There were jet black liquid droplets all over his body, exuding a foul odor.

Bu Fang let out a breath.

He retreated to the stove.

Reaching out his hand, he opened the recipe again and turned the page again.

Another dish.

Cooking is complete.

Bu Fang fed the food to Soul God to eat.

The sinful power in the soul god was once again stripped away and disintegrated.

His soul was in great pain, and his eyes showed anger and despair.

This time... he was really going to be tricked to death by that old guy from the God of Cooking!

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

A dish.

Two courses…

Three courses…

Seven courses in total.

Bu Fang cooked the food in a leisurely manner.

but……

This cooking is not that easy, each dish requires Bu Fang's huge mental energy.

Occasionally, after Bu Fang finishes cooking a dish, he will exhale.

Not only the mental strength, but also the emotions will be released a lot.

God of Chef's dishes are not that easy to cook.

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

It's like it's been a test all along.

The system watched Bu Fang calmly and quietly, assessing everything about Bu Fang.

Bu Fang was very familiar with this feeling.

The sixth course.

There were beads of sweat on Bu Fang's forehead, which seemed to be too much for him with his current level of cultivation.

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

The dishes were controlled by invisible forces and floated in front of the Soul God.

At this moment, Soul God was also breathing heavily.

He took another bite of the dish.

The darkness on Soul God's body has receded a lot.

The body that was originally as black as ink turned gray.

The face gradually became clearer and no longer blurry.

Soul God fell to the ground, panting violently.

He opened his mouth and let out a painful roar.

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

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

The system's solemn and earnest refueling sounds resounded.

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

But he wasn't in a hurry, he needed to take a break.

The last dish is also the most crucial dish...

It's not easy for Bu Fang to cook. In 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 Tianzao.

The God of Cooking recipes are floating quietly.

Bu Fang stretched out his hand and turned the last page.

The golden words burst out brightly.

Bu Fang's eyes were extremely complicated.

The last dish...

Bu Fang murmured lightly.

The road to becoming a God of Cooking has been going for so long, and it seems that it has finally come to an end.

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

Let out a breath.

Bu Fang took out the ingredients one by one.

However, there are actually not many ingredients.

The last dish only consists of rice and an egg.

Egg fried rice?

Bu Fang's eyes were confused for a while.

He started with egg fried rice and will end with egg fried rice?

Shaked his head.

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

Bu Fang suddenly hesitated slightly.

Because, he found that the spirit spirit at this moment was no longer living up to the high-spirited appearance it once had.

At this moment, his whole body seemed to have transformed into an old man.

He leaned weakly against the wall of the cabin.

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

The white hair is hanging loose.

It was as if all life force had been sucked out of the Soul God.

The Seven Heartless Sins make him eternal.

However, deprived of the Seven Heartless 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 this great enemy, the Soul God... was actually like this.

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

However, this may be the best fate for Soul God, compared to the murders he committed.

Bu Fang shook his head and exhaled.

Start cooking the last portion of egg fried rice.

Click.

The egg was cracked open.

Put the rice grains into the pot...

The rich fragrance surged up instantly.

Egg fried rice…

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

The inexplicable concession is a bit strange.

The pot was turned over, and the fire shot into the sky, reflecting Bu Fang's face.

Bu Fang's movements seemed to become slower.

The ingredients being stir-fried are also flying slowly.

In the distance, the soul god leaning against the wall looked at the fire bursting out of the Xuanwu pot with a wry smile.

He seemed to see his old self in the firelight.

His cloudy eyes were a little dazed.

Quiet footsteps sounded.

Bu Fang carried the dishes and walked up to Soul God.

Bu Fang's eyes were also a little complicated.

"Come on, let's have one last meal."

Bu Fang Road.

He used a porcelain spoon to scoop 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……"

Soul God looked feebly at the rice grains and egg liquid in the porcelain spoon, and murmured.

Bu Fang was startled.

"What a beautiful flower..."

Soul Divine Way.

The next moment, the groove on Soul God's face couldn't help but beat, and the old man actually laughed wantonly.

Tears of laughter flowed out.

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

"When I let go of my guilt...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 sinful power on the Soul God's body began to tremble.

Bu Fang frowned.

What does the Soul God mean?

Bu Fang paused, and the spoonful of fried rice froze in his hand, not feeding it to the Soul God.

"What is ruthlessness... being able to kill yourself with your own hands is ruthlessness."

The Soul God laughed.

Ah!

Suddenly.

Bu Fang felt a huge force acting on his hand.

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

Bu Fang's eyes shrank!

It's not him!

The one who just fed the Soul God... It's not him!

Bu Fang looked around suddenly.

Beside him, the system formed by energy lines appeared silently beside Bu Fang, pushed his hand, and fed the fried rice to the Soul God.

In the distance.

The spirit of the Kitchen God suit slowly emerged.

They turned into human figures, floating quietly.

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

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

The next moment, his body began to crack.

He opened his mouth, and in his mouth...

Black air surged from his seven orifices, and finally...

It completely turned into a black dragon and dissipated.

The power of the seven sins was completely stripped from the body of Soul God.

And Soul God was left with a dry body, old and falling to the ground... dying.

"Little... cook..."

The old Soul God looked at Bu Fang with turbid eyes... and recited word by word.

Bu Fang looked at it.

The next moment...

He suddenly felt horrified!

Buzz...

As the power of the seventh sin of Soul God was taken away...

A pure energy, centered on the wooden house...

spread out!

Boom!

The whole pastoral world seemed to wake up at this moment.

Countless plants grew wildly.

On the fairy tree towering into the sky, a white lotus that had originally withered quietly bloomed.

Many strong men were attracted by the white lotus of forgetfulness.

Master Tongtian, Yuanshi Tianzun, Dog Lord and other strong men could sense it.

The power of sin in the wooden house disappeared.

But...

Whether it was Dog Lord, Hades Erha, or Master Tongtian, none of them could be happy...

Inexplicably...

It seemed that there was a more terrible pressure on them.

Plop!

Plop, plop!

The sound of heartbeats resounded.

Everyone looked at the wooden house, and their eyes shrank...

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

Bu Fang's body slowly emerged.

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

And when the wooden house dissipated like light sand.

A figure quietly sat cross-legged not far from Bu Fang and the octogenarian.

That was also an octogenarian.

The old man had no breath.

And in his hand...

He was holding a heart.

Above the heart, seven deadly sin forces were circling.

They slowly fell, wrapped around the heart, and merged into it...

Buzz...

The system, the five artifact spirits, were all suspended in front of the figure, blocking Bu Fang's way...

The octogenarian sitting cross-legged moved his fingers slightly.

Then...

He slowly raised his head.

The old man looked at Bu Fang, and 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 path of the God of Cooking."

The octogenarian slowly stood up.

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 an ordinary middle-aged man seen in the memory of the Cursed Queen.

The latter grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and looked at Bu Fang.

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