Food rights and wine beauty: turn a god to farm

Chapter 355 Dapeng Spreads Its Wings
Sure enough, the next moment, after a loud explosion over there, amidst the gunpowder smoke, the dragon's roar remained the same.

And within the gunpowder smoke, a ray of light shot out like an arrow. I don't know if it was a coincidence or it was coming towards them.

At this moment, in the Spirit-devouring Demon Forest, the Spirit-devouring demons here are all crowded together in a dense mass, seeming to be very frightened and disturbed.

An Ning looked at the spirit-eating monsters, took out the kitchen knife, and started to attack and fight.

She needs to know the specific situation of the spirit devourer before she can take a seat to cook, probably because of the chef's instinct to pursue perfection.

The overall image of the spirit-eating monster is similar to that of a dry old tree, except that it has the ability to devour spirits.

After studying for a while, she had a plan in mind.

Qiongfeng came over very curiously to see what she was going to do. This thing is dry like a mummy. What can it be made into? Just blend it all into a ball and forget it.

An Ning put away the Nirvana Knife, flew back to the safe limit, and said to Qiongfeng, "Do me a favor."

"What?" Qiongfeng was taken aback.

An Ning took out a huge wooden barrel from the space and put it on the ground, and said to Qiong Feng, "Cut the branches of the Spirit Eater into it, as long as the branches are needed." After she finished speaking, she took out some green branches or leaves, fruits, etc. All poured into barrels.

Qiongfeng didn't know what she was going to do, but still followed her instructions, flew up, turned the Ruyi fan in his hand, made a few clicks, then quickly disintegrated and quickly reassembled, turning into a strange and delicate shape, about the size of an arm The long curved knife looks like a giant sickle, which is convenient for cutting branches.

I saw him flying among the spirit-devouring monsters, and when he lifted the knife in his hand, branches flew up and fell into the wooden barrel in a parabola, filling the wooden barrel very quickly.

Every time the wooden barrel was full, An Ning beat the outside of the barrel in a circle, shaking the branches and the contents inside into powder, and then transferred them to another barrel, and then let Qiongfeng continue to send the branches.

After more than a dozen large buckets in a row, until the powder bucket was full, he made a gesture to make Qiongfeng stop.

Looking at those spirit-eating monsters now, they are extremely weird. There were branches on the dead trees, but now they are all bare, like a forest scorched by a fire, with dead tree trunks all over the ground.

Qiong Feng fell, watching An Ning pour the bucket of black powder into the giant bucket again, and then took other things and started making in the small bucket, as if making some kind of slurry, without looking up, he said, "Help me get it Bring some water, and hunt two fatter animals."

Qiongfeng blinked, nodded, and flew away like a gust of wind, but came back halfway, "Give me a container for water."

An Ning gave him two wooden barrels.

Fortunately, for the convenience of farming in space, a lot of these things are prepared.

Two buckets of water were enough, and Qiongfeng hunted down two wild boar-like animals neatly, each weighing about four hundred catties.

"Would you like to help you deal with the prey?"

An Ning stretched out his hand to check the prey, felt that it was just right, and nodded, "That's troublesome, just peel the skin and remove the internal organs, and keep a heart."

"Okay." Qiongfeng agreed, Lingli dragged the two prey and ran away again, and returned with the two prey after a while.

At this time, An Ning had also prepared the required juice and was pouring water into the vat.

"What else do I need?"

"Hey, stir, [-]% strength, clockwise." An Ning gave her a wooden stake.

Qiongfeng took the wooden stake as thick as his arm, and began to stir it according to her instructions.

An Ning stopped after pouring a bucket of water, then took out the kitchen knife and began to process the two prey.

The bones are all cleaned out and put aside. Part of the meat is made into a puree, and part is sliced ​​into thin slices. After processing, the bones are processed, a little bit here, and a hole is drilled there.

Qiong Feng watched her busy while stirring, with a curious face, "What are you going to do with these bones?"

"Skeleton." An Ning didn't turn her head, her hands kept moving, and quickly disposed of a pile of bones.

She didn't know what Kunpeng looked like, but Dapeng still knew, and before that, Kui Yi had specially described the Peng in ancient times to him.

Looking at her movements, Qiongfeng couldn't help feeling that she could become a jade carver now.

An Ning put down the bones, patted the debris on her body, walked to the side of the barrel, grabbed a little with a leaf, took a closer look, and nodded.

"Is it okay?" Qiongfeng asked, feeling a little sore in his hands.

"Almost." An Ning replied, picked up another bucket of water and slowly poured it in, and said, "Seventy percent of the force, reverse direction. ..."

Qiong Feng was almost dizzy, and when he heard An Ning say he was well, he immediately threw away the stake, panting for breath while shaking his hands.

I am in awe of all the spirit chefs in my heart, it turns out that making noodles is so tiring.

An Ning laughed, and sprinkled some white powder inside.

These powders are the ground powder of the spirit devouring demon crystal.

After about a while, she spread a layer of clean leaves on the ground, sprinkled a layer of powder, and began to scoop up the dough made with the spirit devouring demon powder onto the leaves.

Qiongfeng squatted aside, somewhat understanding that this was the beginning of shaping.

Sure enough, after spreading out a layer, An Ning began to put bones on top, then filled with meat paste, sliced ​​meat, and then a layer of coating.

Qiongfeng raised his eyebrows, "There's no need to be so troublesome, anyway, as long as the appearance is fine."

An Ning just smiled and continued playing.

Qiongfeng continued to watch.

After a stick of incense, a roc was fully presented, of course, it was only made of noodles and meat, only the shape.

Qiongfeng raised his eyebrows, this thing can really fool that dragon.

At this moment, Jiaolong has already chased the fleeing Xianxiu and rushed towards this side.

The spirit-devouring demon's cry was like an alarm.

An Ning took a breath, brushed a layer of powder on the roc, and then lifted the bucket of juice.

The juice has solidified somewhat, but not completely solidified. It is dark brown with a little blue, just like a relatively liquid plasticine, and it is evenly spread on the big roc.

Qiongfeng touched his chin, um, it really looks a little better.

After finishing wiping, An Ning took out the kitchen knife and began to carve on the roc.

Her speed was very fast, every cut was not redundant, and in a blink of an eye, many very concrete feathers appeared on Dapeng's naked body.

Qiongfeng opened his mouth wide, and couldn't help admiring. Looking at it now, it looks almost like a real roc.

"Back off." An Ning stood up, exhaled, and waved towards Qiongfeng.

After Qiongfeng walked away for more than ten meters, he closed and pulled his hands together, and the blue flame immediately wrapped the roc like a quilt, and the purple flame split into many small sparks, which shuttled back and forth across the roc's body. Some even entered through the mouth.

Qiongfeng sniffed, but couldn't smell any meaty aroma.

He was looking at it, and suddenly his eyes widened, and he stared at Dapeng on the ground in astonishment, "Stand up!"

The roc crouching on the leaves suddenly stood up slowly in the fire, with its wings spread and its head raised slightly, as if singing.

(End of this chapter)