Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

"I wonder how long you can suppress me. As long as I find the chance, I will kill you!"

Rooney's four claws kept digging in the air, his eyeballs were almost bursting from being strangled by his own tongue, and they were full of ferocity, and a threatening roar came from his throat.

It was all because of that replica mushroom. If it hadn’t sucked away his food energy, he would definitely not have lost to the guy in front of him.

Frank rode on Rooney's back and kept hitting him on the head with his fists.

"You ungrateful thing, do you really think I can do nothing to you?

Originally, I just couldn't bear to see your thousands of years of practice ruined since you refused to surrender.

Then I will use the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to separate your soul from your body.
I will leave your body behind and refine it into a guardian god. I will then seal your soul in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and use the magic fire to refine it every day. The soul of a golden immortal-level warrior will be enough to refine my Ten Thousand Souls Banner into a top-notch immortal treasure."

Rooney was beaten to a pulp, bleeding from all his seven orifices, but he still refused to surrender.

Frank looked at the red mushroom shrinking into his body and immediately lost his patience.

"Forget it, I'll use your living soul to sacrifice my Ten Thousand Souls Banner first. I'll have plenty of time to slowly create your physical body later.

Your body looks pretty good. I will refine it and then grab a wolf demon's soul and put it into it.

After practicing for a few hundred years, his supernatural powers may be as good as yours, and he will be much more obedient!
I have been in the underworld with my boss for so many years. Do you know what nickname those gangsters gave me?

Fuck you, you are not qualified to talk to me harshly

When I put on the Taoist robe, I am the emperor of heaven. When I take off the Taoist robe, I am the punisher.

I just don't want to waste more time, and I see that it's not easy for you to cultivate, and God is merciful, so I kindly advise you.

Since you don't know what's good for you, I'll let you know the consequences!"

Frank said this with a ferocious look on his face and waved his hand, and a palm-sized black flag appeared in his hand.

Each section of the flagpole is like a piece of white jade. The twenty-four joints are crystal clear and look like a handle made of top-grade mutton-fat white jade.

Inside the flagpole, one can faintly see streaks of light flashing like ant patterns.

It forms layers of dense restrictions.

There are also countless prohibitions circulating on the banner.

The banner was made of brocade woven by the weavers in heaven, but the colorful brocade had now turned pitch black.

Black gas surrounded the banner, sometimes turning into evil spirits and sometimes transforming into prohibitions. As the black gas rolled, it combined and transformed into powerful and murderous formations that could refine souls and devour spirits.

Seeing Rooney's stubbornness, Frank immediately lost interest in taming him.
He held the Ten Thousand Souls Banner high in his hand, and streams of black air suddenly emerged from the banner, surrounding the giant silver wolf under him.

Rooney only felt that countless cold little hands reached out from outside his body and pulled his consciousness out at the same time.

Rooney was about to resist when he heard a loud roar and was punched hard on the head, followed by a huge force pressing down on him.

There was a thud, and his limbs were stretched out and he fell directly to the ground.

Frank used his Zhuyan Dharmakaya to his full potential. Even if a real Golden Immortal was here, he would not be able to gain any benefit. How could Rooney, a half-baked single universe, resist?
The little bit of consciousness that had just been desperately resisting was instantly shattered.

This was not the end. Frank took out a golden talisman from his body, muttered a spell and stuck it on his head.

Then he released a magic mirror that floated above his head, emitting golden rays of light, which fixed his Nigongwan and prevented his soul from escaping.

After doing all this, Frank raised his hand.
In the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, a dark and sticky devil fire burst out from the flag, splitting into several strands, drilling into Rooney's big mouth, eyes, and deep into his mud balls, finding the living soul that was suppressed by the treasure mirror, and fiercely burning it.

The devil's fire refines the soul. This kind of pain is thousands of times worse than lingchi.
Sometimes it feels extremely numb and itchy, and sometimes it feels like being pricked by thousands of needles. Especially when it directly affects the soul, I cannot pass out. I am really unable to live or die.

Rooney was in great pain for a moment, his face was grim.
Frank released the golden talisman of the magic mirror to suppress his body and soul, and he also released his tongue and got up from him.

But at this time Rooney was immobilized and unable to move.

It was just that the body would swell up like a balloon at one moment, and then deflate at another moment, alternating continuously like this.

Frank knew that it was the devilish fire of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner burning in his body.

But there was no mercy or compassion in his eyes.

He earned his reputation as the Punisher through killing.

Since you have chosen to go against their heaven, be prepared to go to hell.

In the eyes of many people outside the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Court acts in a tyrannical and overbearing manner, but so what.

Anyway, in Frank's eyes, the people in the worlds ruled by Heaven all live well.

A world ruled by your own boss is always better than a world run by idiots who can pull their trouser pockets during a meeting.

In Frank's eyes, the vested interests who rebelled against the Heavenly Court were no different from the gangsters who used to fight with their bosses for territory.

In the past, when dealing with those gangs, Frank used M16 and a pistol to help them reincarnate, but now he uses the black gold club and magical powers.

Frank watched coldly as Rooney wailed under the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Rooney's soul was refined by the magic fire of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and he could only feel that the fire was eroding his consciousness bit by bit.
He wanted to separate his consciousness from his body and use his mental strength to resist.

But the golden talisman on his forehead always emitted golden light, along with the precious mirror.
Whenever he tried to concentrate, he would be pricked by the golden needles transformed from the golden light, making his head feel like it was about to split open and his mind become confused.

In an instant, half of his physical consciousness was eroded by the devilish fire.

Frank thought for a moment and grabbed a wolf spirit from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and put it on a forbidden
Then the wolf demon's soul shrank into a speck of dust, a black light flashed, and it went into Rooney's big mouth.

It instantly flew into his Tianling Niwan and hovered around his soul.

Just wait for the demonic fire of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to strip away the consciousness, capture the living soul, and occupy this body.

Although their paths of cultivation were different, when Rooney's soul sensed the wolf demon soul beside him, he immediately understood Frank's intentions and methods.

Only then did Rooney panic, and his fierce eyes revealed a look of fear.

"I surrender. I am willing to surrender to you. Please spare my life!"

With the devil's fire burning in front of him and the demonic spirits waiting to steal his body beside him, Rooney was tortured to death.
He closed his eyes helplessly, flicked his tail, and let out a whimper for mercy.

"You are quite sensible! If you want to live, relax and don't resist!"

Seeing Rooney surrender, Frank looked at him for a moment, stretched out his finger and froze the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

He extinguished the magic fire and took in the wolf demon's soul, but did not let go of the magic mirror and the golden talisman.
With both hands, he repeatedly activated the magic formula, urging the magic mirror to place a restriction within the mud pill in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Then he took out a golden collar with a bell on it, swung it in the wind, and put it around Rooney's neck.

He tied a bright rope on the collar and pulled it on his hand.

"Although you have surrendered to the Heavenly Court, you still need to be examined. When you have made great contributions, I will ensure that you will be included in the Zhoutian Immortal Records. But before that, in order to prevent you from being blinded by your will and impulsive and doing irrational things.

I have specially placed a ban on your soul. Don't worry, as long as you practice with me and accumulate merits and contributions,

When I have achieved success in my practice, I will definitely remove your restrictions!"

Frank held the dog leash with one hand and painted a rosy picture for Rooney with a serious face.

"Okay, we've been delayed for a long time, and the boss has been waiting for a long time. Let's go to the banquet! By the way, give me your red mushroom. It's just right for me to give to the boss as a gift!"

Rooney was dejected and had nothing to say. He didn't want to speak either. He just nodded his big head and opened his big mouth to spit.

A red light burst out and turned into a crystal clear red mushroom.

Frank took the red mushroom into his hand and drew a circle with it.

A space gate about ten feet in size, flashing with sparks, suddenly appeared in front of him.

On the other side of the space gate is the food hall of the Central Volcano, the first continent in the food world.

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Above the main hall of the food court, there is splendor and gold, with misty curtains, colorful clouds and the sound of music.

A dozen beauties in palace dresses and light gauze were dancing in the middle.
On both sides were large jade tables, with fine wines, delicacies, and exotic fruits displayed on them. The aroma filled the air, making one's appetite grow.
Beautiful women, good wine, delicious food and magical fruits, this is a life that only gods can enjoy.

One by one, the goddesses shuttled between the tables, holding plates in their hands and delivering various delicacies and spiritual fruits to each table.
There were beautiful girls chatting and fragrant breezes, but the immortals and gods behind the Jingyu case did not look away. They watched the singing and dancing, drank and had fun, and raised their glasses from time to time to invite those around them to have a drink.

When the spark-sprinkling space door appeared in the main hall, the atmosphere in the hall was joyful and full of laughter, as if both the host and the guests were having a great time.

...............

"My two Taoist friends, I invited you here today just to meet the owner of this place and pay respect to the pier.

You two must eat and drink well, or you will say I am petty, hahahaha."

Tang Song, who was sitting in the host seat, laughed loudly, raised the bronze cup, and drank the nectar in the cup.

"Mr. Tang, you are too polite. How dare we call ourselves landlords? Since the Heavenly Court is interested in developing this world, we are naturally willing to help!"

The god of food, Sidon, also raised the bronze wine jar and drank the wine in the cup.

"I have cooked all the ingredients in this universe. They are no longer fresh. If you want them, take them as soon as possible!"

The Food God Wentuo shook his head: "If possible, I would be willing to exchange what I have with you in Heaven, and exchange the food from this world for the food from your world!"

He picked up the wine bottle in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

Two maids who were serving at the banquet came up quickly and carefully filled the two guests' glasses with the golden wine jug.

"With Mr. Wentuo's words, it seems that our Heavenly Court has saved a lot of trouble!"

Tang Song said to Xidon and Wentuo with a smile:
"Then I'll have to trouble you two to take care of my useless subordinates when they come to this world. If they offend me in any way, please tell me as soon as possible and I will definitely teach them a lesson!"

"No, I think all of Mr. Tang's subordinates are talented, and we will all be friends in the future..."

Heaton heard the subtext in Tang Song's words, which was that if his subordinates had done anything offensive, they could just tell him.

It is obvious that even if they have offended you, it is not your turn to teach them a lesson.

So domineering!
Xidon exchanged a glance with Wentuo imperceptibly, and laughed along with Tang Song.

Inside the banquet hall, all the immortals and gods laughed together, and the atmosphere was harmonious for a moment.

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"By the way, you two just said that there are four food gods in this universe.
The two are the third and fourth. Mr. Rooney, who had a conflict with my incompetent subordinate, is the second food god.

I wonder who is the first food god? If he can spare some time, I would also invite him to come over and have a drink with us! "

After three rounds of drinks, Tang Song put down the wine bottle and looked at the two food gods with some curiosity.

"This, I am ashamed to say, although I am the third God of Food, I have never seen teeth!"

The eyes of the food god Heaton flickered and his words were a little vague.

"Ya, is the first god of food named Ya?"

Tang Song inexplicably felt that the name was familiar. He pinched his fingers and quietly deduced the word "牙".

Cannot be calculated!

There was no information at all, as if such a person did not exist in this world.

It was interesting. Tang Song was a little surprised. While he was urging them to drink and clinking glasses, he asked them about the information about "teeth".

Ryan, who was standing aside, was very smart. After noticing his boss's thoughts, he whispered a few words to the immortals and gods around him.

Suddenly the banquet hall became lively, with all the immortals and gods toasting to Xidon and Wentuo.

After three drinks, one third of the thousands of jars of fine wine brought from heaven had been consumed.

Wen Tuo drank as much as he could, savoring the foreign wines until he felt a little intoxicated:

“The origin of Ya is very ancient. As the first god of food, it is said that he was born at the creation of the universe.

For hundreds of millions of years, he had been the God of Gourmet in this universe. However, for some unknown reason, he suddenly gave up his position as the God of Gourmet and disappeared.
That’s why we have Rooney, the second food god, and us!”

Heaton on the side sighed: "Yes, when Ya was here, the whole universe was relatively peaceful. Later, Rooney inherited the position of the God of Food, and his behavior became a little..."

He shook his head: "He is too greedy, he wants to eat up the entire universe!"

"I know some news. It was Ya who stepped in to stop Rooney!"

"This is the first time I've heard of this!" The God of Food Wentuo looked at Heaton with some curiosity.

Everyone present pricked up their ears, even Tang Song was no exception.

"These are all things of the past. You were not born at that time, and I didn't see them with my own eyes. I only heard about them!"

Heaton shook his head: "I heard that it was because of the Moon Devouring Disaster caused by Rooney that Ya changed the position of the God of Food to a hereditary system!"

At this moment, Heaton's body suddenly shook. Looking at the hall, the bronze wine jar in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Wen Tuo followed Heaton's gaze and saw a space door with sparks flying all over it appear in the hall.
As soon as Rooney walked out of the space door, he met two pairs of surprised eyes. Looking at the two familiar backs and thinking about his own situation, Rooney's huge wolf head drooped directly, and for a moment he felt a little hopeless. (End of this chapter)