Soul God would rather die than submit.
He would never eat it!
Bu Fang's dishes made him feel a sense of crisis.
To him, food was poison, and it would wear down his power of the Great Sins bit by bit! It would weaken Soul God's power.
This was the God of Cooking's trap, and it was also the most effective way to deal with him!
Soul God's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he kept his mouth shut.
He did not believe that Bu Fang could stuff food into his mouth when he kept his mouth shut.
Bu Fang looked indifferently at Soul God.
His gaze was calm.
The Gourmet Array began to surge.
At this moment, the black power of the Great Sins, which was dispersing from Soul God's body, was being constantly suppressed.
Soul God's pupils constricted.
'Damn the God of Cooking's Will …
I won't give in. '
Bu Fang sighed.
In this room now, the God of Cooking was invincible, even though Soul God had once touched the Ancestral God realm.
However, he had lost his heart, and his heart was being used by the God of Cooking, who was now suppressing him.
Perhaps when Soul God gradually adapted to the power of his heart, he could summon it back.
However, at this moment, he could only be suppressed.
Trembling, Soul God slowly raised his head and opened his mouth.
His pupils constricted.
Bu Fang picked up a spoon and scooped the food into Soul God's mouth.
Many people in the world were looking forward to his dishes.
Unfortunately, there was one exception, and that was Soul God. His disgust for the food came from the depths of his soul.
As soon as the food entered his mouth, Soul God felt his soul tremble.
He could not even control the power of the Great Sins.
Boom!
The suppression of the Gourmet Array was broken.
Soul God took a few steps back, clutched his head, and knelt on one knee.
Seven faces appeared on his body, and every one of them was distorted...
Those were the Seven Deadly Sins.
What Bu Fang wanted to do was to redeem Soul God's Seven Deadly Sins.
This was the God of Cooking's plan.
Now …
It was finally the last step.
Bu Fang took a step back to the side of the White Tiger Heaven Stove and looked indifferently at Soul God.
Soul God clutched his head as if he had a splitting headache. His pupils constricted and his body trembled.
He let out a roar and suddenly raised his head. His scarlet eyes seemed to be slackening bit by bit.
The dishes cooked by Bu Fang.
It was a recipe written by the God of Cooking to deal with the seven sins.
There were seven dishes in total, corresponding to the seven deadly sins.
As for Bu Fang, he only needed to cook seven dishes to completely reform Soul God and weaken his power.
Boom!!
Soul God let out a long cry.
A force that looked like a black dragon struggled out of his body, constantly twisting and collapsing in the void with a boom.
He disappeared completely.
This was the Soul God's greatest sin, destruction.
Bu Fang's face gradually turned cold.
He flipped to the second page of the God of Cooking's Menu.
It described a dish …
Taking out the ingredients, Bu Fang took his time to process them …
Perhaps the God of Cooking had trained his successor for all this.
The God of Cooking's goal was to need his successor's cooking skills to cook the delicacies in the God of Cooking's Menu. Only then would he have a chance to destroy Soul God.
And all this …
Bu Fang could do it now!
Bu Fang exhaled.
He tossed the wok and cooked another dish.
The rich aroma seemed to turn into golden divine dragons in the room.
The golden dragons wheeled and confronted the black dragon formed by the power of the Great Sins in Soul God's body, roaring and biting each other.
Soul God knelt on the ground, his body bound by the chains formed by the Gourmet Array.
Bu Fang looked straight ahead. All his attention was on the dish.
The dishes in the God of Cooking's Menu were not difficult, but they required too much emotion.
Only Bu Fang, who had embarked on the Emotional Path, had the chance to try them.
If it were someone else, they might not have the chance to try them at all.
Sizzle …
He poured the dish out.
It was another perfect and delicious dish.
Bu Fang took a deep breath. The rich aroma lingered in his heart.
Bu Fang focused his eyes.
Carrying the dish, he came up to Soul God.
Soul God was still resisting unyieldingly.
Spoon by spoon, Bu Fang poured the food into Soul God's mouth, which was slowly opening.
Another dish was served.
Blue veins covered Soul God's body as if they were about to burst out of the blood vessels under his skin.
It was a hideous scene.
Soul God took a few steps back in succession. Another wisp of the power of sin in him began to crumble!
Soul God's blood-colored pupils kept enlarging and shrinking, constricting.
It was a kind of pain caused by the mutual promotion and suppression of attributes.
"That damned chef …"
Soul God growled.
Black droplets flowed all over his body, giving off a foul stench.
Bu Fang exhaled.
He retreated to the side of the stove.
He reached out a hand, opened the recipe again, and turned another page.
It was another dish.
The cooking was done.
Bu Fang fed Soul God the dish.
Once again, the power of sin in Soul God was stripped away and crumbled.
Soul God was in great pain, and his eyes were full of anger and despair.
'This time … I'm really going to be killed by that old God of Cooking!'
'Bu Fang is the biggest conspiracy left by that old God of Cooking!'
One dish.
Two dishes …
Three dishes …
A total of seven dishes.
Bu Fang cooked unhurriedly.
However …
It was not easy to cook. Each dish required Bu Fang's tremendous mental force.
Occasionally, when he finished cooking a dish, he would exhale a breath of air.
Not only his mental force, but his emotions would also be vented.
The God of Cooking's dishes were not so easy to cook.
In the room, the System floated quietly in the distance.
It was like a test it had always been.
It watched Bu Fang calmly and quietly, testing everything about Bu Fang.
Bu Fang was very familiar with this feeling.
The sixth dish.
Bu Fang's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. Even with his current cultivation base, he seemed to be having a hard time.
After cooking, he took a step back and sat on the ground.
Controlled by an invisible force, the dish floated in front of Soul God.
At this moment, Soul God was also panting heavily.
He took another bite of the dish.
The black color on Soul God's body had faded a lot.
His body, which was as black as ink, had turned gray.
His face gradually became clear and no longer blurry.
Soul God fell to the ground, panting violently.
He opened his mouth and let out a painful roar.
Black smoke spread out of his seven orifices, turned into a black dragon, and was torn apart by the golden dragon.
"Come on, Host. There's only one dish left."
The System's solemn and earnest voice of encouragement rang out.
Bu Fang glanced at it and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.
But he was not in a hurry. He needed to rest for a while.
The last dish was also the most crucial one.
It was not easy for Bu Fang to cook. In his current state …
His mental force was almost exhausted.
His aura had also become very weak.
He panted for a while.
Bu Fang slowly rose to his feet and came to the White Tiger Heaven Stove.
The God of Cooking's Menu floated quietly.
Bu Fang reached out and turned to the last page.
The golden characters burst into dazzling light.
The look in Bu Fang's eyes was very complicated.
'The last dish …'
Bu Fang murmured faintly.
After walking on the path of the God of Cooking for so long, it seemed that it had finally come to an end.
Inexplicably, Bu Fang felt a sense of loss in his heart. It was a very uncomfortable feeling.
He exhaled.
Bu Fang took out the ingredients one by one.
However, there were not many ingredients.
The last dish only had rice and an egg.
'Egg Fried Rice?'
Bu Fang's eyes became misty.
He started with Egg Fried Rice, and now he was going to end with Egg Fried Rice?
He shook his head.
Bu Fang slowly raised his eyes and looked at Soul God in the distance. When he did …
Bu Fang froze for a moment.
He found that Soul God was no longer as high-spirited and vigorous as he used to be.
At this moment, he seemed to have turned into an old man.
He leaned weakly against the wall of the wooden hut.
The skin on his gray face had turned into ravines, like the folds of a plateau, stacking up one after another. It was a shocking sight.
His white hair hung loosely over his shoulders.
Soul God looked as if all his life force had been sucked out.
The Heartless Sin of the Seven Sects had made him immortal.
However, after being deprived of the Heartless Sin of the Seven Sects, Soul God had aged like a mortal.
He seemed to be on the verge of death.
Bu Fang had a complicated look in his eyes.
He could not believe that this was the end of a great enemy like Soul God.
He was deprived of his right to immortality and died of old age.
However, this was perhaps the best ending for Soul God. Compared to the sins he had committed …
Bu Fang shook his head and exhaled.
He began to cook the last Egg Fried Rice.
Crack.
The eggs were cracked open.
The rice grains were thrown into the pot.
A strong aroma surged in an instant.
Egg Fried Rice …
It was a dish that Bu Fang was familiar with, a dish that he could almost cook subconsciously, and it had appeared at such a solemn moment.
It made Bu Fang feel a little strange.
The wok was tossed. The fire soared into the sky, illuminating Bu Fang's face.
Bu Fang's movements seemed to have slowed down.
The stir-frying ingredients also slowed down as they flew around.
In the distance, Soul God, leaning against the wall, looked at the fire bursting out of the Black Turtle Constellation Wok with a wry smile.
He seemed to see his old self in the fire.
His cloudy eyes were a little dazed.
The sound of quiet footsteps rang out.
Bu Fang carried the dish and walked up to Soul God.
Bu Fang also had a complicated look in his eyes.
"Come on, have your last meal."
Bu Fang said.
He scooped up the Egg Fried Rice from the blue-and-white porcelain plate with a porcelain spoon.
Faint smoke lingered on the Egg Fried Rice, making the bowl of Egg Fried Rice look very exquisite.
"It's so beautiful …"
Soul God murmured weakly as he looked at the rice grains and egg in the spoon.
Bu Fang paused.
"What beautiful flowers …"
Soul God said.
The next moment, the wrinkles on Soul God's face twitched involuntarily. He was so old that he burst into wild laughter.
He laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes.
"Little chef … You'll regret this!
When I get rid of my sins … some things really make me remember. "
Soul God smiled. There was an inexplicable sympathy in his eyes as he looked at Bu Fang.
"You and I … are both in the same pit."
The last wisp of the power of the Great Sins in Soul God's body began to tremble.
Bu Fang frowned.
What did Soul God mean?
Bu Fang paused. The spoon of Egg Fried Rice froze in his hand, and he did not feed it to Soul God.
"What is ruthlessness … Only when you can kill yourself with your own hands is ruthlessness."
Soul God laughed.
"Ah!"
Suddenly …
Bu Fang felt a great force acting on his hand.
The spoonful of Egg Fried Rice was pushed out by this force and forced into Soul God's mouth.
Bu Fang's pupils constricted!
'It's not him!
It's not me who fed Soul God just now! '
Bu Fang jerked his head to the side.
Next to him, the System, which was made of energy lines, appeared quietly beside Bu Fang, pushed his hand, and fed the Egg Fried Rice to Soul God.
In the distance …
The Artifact Spirits of the God of Cooking Sets slowly emerged.
They turned into human figures and floated quietly in the air.
Bu Fang took a deep breath and looked at Soul God, who had eaten the Egg 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.
Wisps of black smoke surged out of his seven orifices, and finally …
He completely turned into a black dragon and disappeared.
The power of the seven great sins was completely stripped from Soul God's body.
Soul God, on the other hand, was left with a dried-up body. He fell to the ground, old and dying.
"Little … chef …"
The old Soul God looked at Bu Fang with cloudy eyes and said, enunciating each word.
Bu Fang looked at him.
The next moment …
His hair stood on end!
Buzz …
As Soul God's power of the seventh great sins was taken away …
A stream of pure energy centered around the wooden hut …
It spread in all directions!
Rumble!
The whole Heaven and Earth Farmland seemed to wake up at this moment.
Countless plants grew crazily.
On the Immortal Tree that towered into the clouds, a withered white lotus quietly bloomed.
Many experts were attracted by the white Senseless Lotus.
Tongtian, Yuanshi Tianzun, Lord Gou, and other experts could sense it.
The power of the Great Sins in the wooden hut had disappeared.
However …
Whether it was Lord Gou, Hades Erha, Tongtian, or the others, none of them could feel happy.
Inexplicably …
There seemed to be a more terrible pressure pressing down on them.
Ba-thump!
Ba-thump! Ba-thump!
The sound of a beating heart rang out.
Everyone's pupils constricted as they looked at the wooden hut.
The wooden hut began to crumble quietly.
Bu Fang's body slowly emerged.
In front of Bu Fang lay a decaying old body.
When the wooden hut scattered like sand …
A figure sat quietly not far from Bu Fang and the old man.
He was also an old man.
He was no longer breathing.
And in his hand …
He was holding a heart.
Over the heart, the power of the seven great sins wheeled.
Slowly, they fell, wrapped around the heart, and fused with it …
Buzz …
The System and the five Artifact Spirits hovered in front of the figure, blocking Bu Fang's way.
The fingers of the elderly man who was sitting cross-legged twitched slightly.
Then …
He looked up slowly.
Looking at Bu Fang, the corners of the old man's mouth twitched slightly.
The next moment, he stuffed the heart that belonged to Soul God into his chest.
"Congratulations on successfully completing the path to becoming the God of Cooking."
The old man slowly rose to his feet.
As he got up from the ground …
His figure began to grow younger, and the wrinkles on his face disappeared.
Finally, he turned into an ordinary middle-aged man that Bu Fang had seen in the Queen of Curses' memory.
The latter grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth as he looked at Bu Fang.
"Unfortunately … The world only needs one God of Cooking."
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