I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 228
"Invite the God of Cooking!"

As the little old man finished speaking, the expressions of Zhang Jun and Huang Mao changed instantly.

Even after taking [Baladan for Resisting Hate]

But at this moment, they can still feel the overwhelming hatred blessing them.

"Zhao...Master Zhao..."

On the side, the corners of Chang Hui's lips trembled, and he struggled to make a low cry, but his limbs soon became stiff.

I saw the body of the little old man in front of me suddenly twitching violently.

The originally skinny and short body actually grew three feet taller in an instant, and sarcomas appeared out of thin air on his body. The sarcomas continued to squirm, and gradually transformed into a three-headed and six-armed shape, which was exactly the true form of the god enshrined in the shrine.

Zhang Jun raised his head and took a closer look, but saw something different with his dark pupils.

Although the old man's appearance changed drastically, he did not really become a god. Instead, he was shrouded in a shadow and forcibly transformed his physical body into this appearance.

The huge shadow continued to expand until it covered the entire kitchen.

Zhang Jun and Huang Mao felt their muscles sore and numb, as if they were puppets controlled by a string.

A strange smell began to emit from his body.

Zhang Jun took a sniff and found that his physical body actually exuded a fragrance of vegetation, like some kind of spice.

He sniffed Huang Mao again, but frowned. He felt that it was spicy and pungent, mixed with a... well, a stink that was difficult to form. To be metaphorical, it was more like canned herring.

In addition, the other masked people are also like this, with various smells emitting from their bodies.

Zhang Jun's heart sank, and he suddenly remembered Xue Haitang's words. She said that the strange land itself was the evil karma left by the gods.

At this moment, when I looked at the God of Cooking in front of me, I suddenly understood.

Both a god and a treacherous person, this god himself is probably one of the bane of the treacherous land.

He thought carefully and recalled all the previous clues.

It was precisely because of the construction of Taiping Street that the imperial prison was divided into two parts, one side was the strange land, and the other side was the divine residence.

It seems that they form a balance and restrict each other, but if you look at it from another angle.

The size of the palace here is comparable to that of the imperial city.

Even gods come here to work and cook.

Thinking about it this way, can it be understood that the so-called use of the God's Mansion to suppress the Guidi itself is an excuse, or can it be said that the Guidi itself is the place where the gods work, and the God's Mansion is the place where the gods get off work?
Wouldn't this create a spiritual world in the human world?
Zhang Jun felt more and more in his heart that this so-called co-governance of humans and gods was just a beautiful coat.

It is as nihilistic as the claim of a beautiful country to maintain world peace in reality.

God is the so-called source of evil.

“Zizzi~~”

The iron pot is filled with cold oil. The little old man standing on the stove is possessed by the God of Cooking and has become the body of the god in this kitchen.

Controlling three stoves alone, the exaggerated techniques of stir-frying over high heat, frying over medium heat, and simmering over low heat will make people's eyes dizzy.

A grass carp was pulled out. The slender blade scraped off the fish scales. Two chopsticks were inserted into the fish's belly and the fish's internal organs were easily pulled out by twisting and pulling.

Then throw it into the pan and start frying.

I have to say, aside from the immediate danger, just watching the three-headed and six-armed God of Cooking is quite relaxing.

But as he watched, Zhang Jun's expression became strange.

At this moment, the God of Cooking suddenly turned around, and a slender arm began to pass over the heads of the masked people around him one by one, as if he was carefully selecting something.

Finally, the palm of his hand stopped on the head of a masked man, grabbed him in the air, and stripped him of all his clothes in two or three strokes. A young man with a tear-stained face looked at the distorted face of the God of Cooking in horror.

At this time, the God of Cooking's fingers tapped lightly on the masked man's head.

"Crack!"

With a sound like cracking an egg, he opened the masked man's head, put it greedily under the bridge of his nose and took a deep sniff. With a gentle scratch of his fingers, the masked man's body immediately started to tremble, and his flesh and blood began to twist. In the end, it was... Became an onion.

At this moment, Zhang Jun and the others felt a chill in their hearts, and finally understood why their bodies emitted a strange fragrance.

It turns out that these so-called masked men are the condiments prepared by the God of Cooking.

It's over, it's over.

Seeing the onions being chopped into pieces, Chang Hui's legs began to weaken and he wanted to sit on the ground, but there was an invisible force supporting his body, making him unable to move.

Soon the first step was completed.

Following the second and third dishes, the four unlucky eggs have become condiments on the display board.

Seeing that there are fewer and fewer people around them, if they stay any longer, they may not escape death.

He tried to close his eyes, activate his energy, and explore why he couldn't move.

After all, after taking the [Bihenborodan], there is no reason why I can't move.

After careful inspection, Zhang Jun discovered that the hatred that controlled him did not penetrate into his flesh, but blended into the black clothes on his body.

In other words, they were tricked because of the clothes they were wearing.

Once you find the problem, the rest will be easy to handle.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Jun tried to open his hands and use his Spirit Tempering Hands.

Along with the gravitational force surging in the palms, the hatred around him quickly began to gather in his hands.It worked, but the hatred on the clothes far exceeded Zhang Jun's expectations. It would obviously take some time to break through the hatred on his body.

At this time, the God of Cooking grabbed the big blue carp from the bamboo basket with one hand.

The green carp swung its body desperately.

The body was gleaming with green light, and there was a faint golden scale in the middle of the fish's head. A strong shake of the huge body made the table tremble.

This shows how extraordinary this green carp is.

But it fell into the hands of the God of Cooking, and extraordinary things made the God of Cooking even more excited. The more extraordinary the ingredients, the more cautious he had to treat them.

A dagger was cut straight through the belly of the green carp, revealing the soft and plump belly of the fish, showing the white fat.

The God of Cooking began to slowly insert the blade into it and scrape it inside bit by bit.

The green carp's tail kept slapping on the table and opening and closing its mouth. Unfortunately, it was just a fish and couldn't even make a scream.

Not long after, there was a tinkling sound from the belly of the fish, and golden and round fish beads rolled out from it. Each of these round golden beads was worth thousands of gold.

The God of Cooking carefully collected these fish beads. In his eyes, they were no less than extremely delicious top-quality ingredients.

Then he took out the internal organs from the belly of the fish.

Looking at the blackened organ on it, the God of Cooking had a look of disgust on his face and threw it directly into the trash can.

Immediately afterwards, a hand reached into the belly of the fish and carefully dropped the complete skeleton of the green carp into the soup pot to make soup.

At this moment, not only was Qing Li not dead, but he seemed to be particularly energetic.

After taking care of the green carp, the God of Cooking immediately started cooking without stopping.

The masked people around him were thrown into the pot one after another as condiments.

Zhang Jun also had a rare cold sweat on his face.

At this time, the God of Cooking has already begun to prepare those fish beads. Such high-end ingredients are often processed in a very simple way, but to ensure the deliciousness and original taste of the ingredients, some unique textures must be added.

Thinking of this, the God of Cooking turned around and looked at the masked man in front of him with his three heads and six eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly stretched out his palm and put it on Huang Mao's head. At this moment, Huang Mao's blood ran cold all over his body.

The Cursed Body and the Heavenly Demon Technique can be called life-saving skills, but they do not mean immortality.

He couldn't even imagine what would happen next.

Perhaps because of the fear in his heart, the curse smell on his body became stronger and stronger. The God of Cooking took a deep breath on Huang Mao's body.

The weird stench made the God of Cooking show an intoxicated look on his face.

Smell is also a major feature of food.

Just like the fragrance of durian, some people can't stand the smell, but some people are intoxicated after smelling it.

Such a unique taste combined with fish beads seems to be a delicacy that is enough to impress the guests.

However, just when the hand of the God of Cooking was about to grab Huang Mao, he suddenly took a deep breath from the other nose, and all six eyes focused on Zhang Jun.

At this moment, Huang Mao couldn't help but feel an unprecedented sense of relief in his heart. He swore that he had never loved his little junior brother so much.

The God of Cooking bent down and took a deep sniff with his three heads in front of Zhang Jun. The fragrance of the vegetation was refreshing.

Three pairs of eyes showed determination, this was what I recognized as delicious food.

He immediately grabbed Zhang Jun with his big hand, and at this critical moment, Zhang Jun moved.

To be precise, his hands suddenly moved.

An unstoppable killing intent stung the hand of the God of Cooking, causing the God of Cooking to instinctively take his hand back. But when he saw Zhang Jun holding a long sword pointed at him, an unstoppable anger surged out of his body. .

Suddenly, the surrounding void twisted, and endless hatred gathered around the God of Cooking like a torrential flood.

At the same time, even Zhang Jun's black clothes began to tighten rapidly. An ominous atmosphere was brewing, and there might be an unstoppable and terrifying backlash in the next second.

But at this moment, Zhang Jun reached out with his other hand, and a ray of green fluorescent light shone on the face of the God of Cooking.

The next second, the overwhelming anger on the face of the God of Cooking, which had distorted features, instantly disappeared.

Zhang Jun was seen holding two light green orbs in one hand, and the orbs emitted a brilliant glow in his hand.

The rich fragrance of green grass on it is ten times better than Zhang Jun's physical body.

Carefully, he reached out his palm and picked up the orb in Zhang Jun's hand. He looked as if he had found a treasure. With a pinch of his hands, he turned it into two pieces of grass. With a twist, the grass turned into liquid and completely merged with the basin. The fish beads in the mixture are mixed together.

"call……"

After narrowly escaping from death, Zhang Jun secretly breathed a sigh of relief and shook the clothes on his body that were as hard as steel.

The hatred that he had originally used to dispel most of his spirit-quenching hands was not only replenished now, but the energy was several times greater than before.

If he moves any slower, I am afraid that in the next second, he will be turned into some kind of condiment by the power of the God of Cooking.

However, this also confirmed one of my conjectures from the side. It is not necessary to use your own body to make ingredients. As long as you can come up with better ingredients, you can avoid the attack of the God of Cooking.

only……

He looked at the emerald green soup in the pot, and couldn't help but feel distressed. These two extremely precious Qingyuan alien species were wasted in vain...

(End of this chapter)