I, Who Can Only Kill The Emperor In Seconds, Transform Into The Emperor's Harvester

"Zhao Da, the master of Spirit God Peak, pays homage to the ancestor!"

"Master Li Jun of Yunju Peak pays homage to the ancestor!"

"Nine Yuan Peak Master Wu Changqing..."

In the Taixu Palace, the forty-eight saint-level peak masters and elders reported their names one by one and respectfully saluted Lin Xuanqing.

Then, they all smelled the strong aroma coming out of the pressure cooker.

“It smells so good~”

Everyone looked curiously at the pressure cooker on the stove.

They found that the appearance of this pot was very different from the iron cooking pots they usually saw, and it could even be said to be a little weird.

"This is the Imperial Treasure!?"

Zhao Da, the master of Spirit God Peak, saw the extraordinary power of the pressure cooker at a glance and was very surprised.

Peak Master Yunju next to him immediately added: "Ancestor's pot is probably at least a seventh-level imperial treasure!"

Another peak master also nodded: "Well, this pot is entangled with the imperial charm, maybe it is a ninth-level imperial treasure..."

"You are wrong, this is not the Imperial Treasure."

At this moment, Qin Li, the master of Xuanyi Peak, suddenly spoke.

Zhao Da and others looked at Qin Li and asked doubtfully: "Peak Master Xuanyi, what do you mean?"

"The body of this pot has so much imperial charm, how could it not be an imperial treasure?"

Qin Li pointed at the pressure cooker and explained: "Fellow peak masters, take a closer look at the imperial charm wrapped around the pot and see what's the difference?"

After Qin Li's reminder, Zhao Da and others immediately discovered that those entangled imperial rhymes seemed to contain the power of the great avenue that was difficult to detect!

"The power of the avenue is actually the power of the avenue..."

"On top of the Imperial Treasure, is the Hongmeng Dao Treasure?"

Qin Li said slowly: "Yes, this pot is not an imperial treasure, but a Hongmeng Taoist treasure."

Then he motioned for everyone to look at the kitchen knife and chopping board next to Lin Xuanqing: "If I read correctly, the two things the ancestor put there should also be Hongmeng Taoist treasures!"

Qin Li had seen the Hongmeng Daobao Tianni Bead not long ago, so he could quickly identify it.

When everyone discovered that these three spiritual treasures were all Hongmeng Taoist treasures, it seemed as if their worldview had been overturned.

Three Hongmeng Taoist treasures appeared at the same time. Even if they were saints, they would not dare to imagine such a scene.

This feeling was like that of a five-year-old boy who suddenly saw three excavators one day.

Let me ask, which child can resist such temptation?

And the most important thing is that the ancestor is actually using three Hongmeng Taoist treasures to make soup!

What level of ingredients must be in the pot to be worthy of being cooked with Hongmeng Daobao?

"Is everyone here?"

At this time, Lin Xuanqing asked Zi Zhantian.

Zi Zhantian cupped his hands and replied: "Ancestor, everyone is here."

"Um."

Lin Xuanqing nodded, thinking that it would be fine as long as everyone was here.

Then he looked at the peak masters and elders and asked, "Have you all brought bowls and chopsticks?"

"Bowls and chopsticks?"

After hearing Lin Xuanqing's words, everyone looked at each other in shock.

The Holy Lord rang the thundering Holy Bell and the Ancestor personally summoned him. Wasn't it to discuss attacking other forces?

Why do you need bowls and chopsticks?

"You didn't bring any bowls, did you?"

Lin Xuanqing was speechless.

He thought to himself: If you don't bring a bowl to drink soup, do you really treat Taixu Palace as a canteen?

"Forget it, forget it." Lin Xuanqing waved his hand, "If you don't bring it, then you don't."

"Anyway, you are all saints. You should have collected a lot of spiritual treasures. When the time comes, you can just pick one out and use it to fill the soup."

"Soup?"

Everyone thought they heard wrongly.

"What else?"

Lin Xuanqing looked down at the pressure cooker and found that it was no longer angry.

"It should be OK."

Lin Xuanqing twisted the lid of the pot with force.

The delicious gourd bone soup was temptingly presented to everyone.

Su Qingxue and Lieyang Patriarch saw it and immediately identified that the bones stewed in the pot were the bones of the Dragon God Emperor!

"Senior Lin, Senior Lin, did you chop up the remains of the Dragon God Emperor and stew them?!"

Su Qingxue's face was full of disbelief, because she had never thought that this thing was used in this way.

Normally, the bones left by the strong men in the Seeking Dao Realm should be used for bone replacement, right?

How come they were chopped into pieces and stewed~

"Disciple, do you have a spoon?"

"Master, yes."

Wang Lin came from a small mountain village, and his Qiankun bag has always kept things left when he was still a mortal.

Lin Xuanqing took the ordinary soup spoon and stirred it in the pressure cooker.

A strong aroma rose with the heat and drifted into the nostrils of everyone in Taixu Palace.

"This smell..."

At this moment, many peak masters discovered that the aroma of this soup contained the power of the Great Dao.

A small piece of green gourd meat was served by Lin Xuanqing in a spoon.

The old ancestor Lieyang on the side suddenly exclaimed: "This, this is the green treasure gourd?!"

Lin Xuanqing served another piece of purple gourd meat.

"My God, the purple treasure gourd is also stewed?"

"And, there are green treasure gourds, red treasure gourds, yellow treasure gourds..."

"Senior Lin stewed all seven gourds that can grow into Hongmeng Dao treasures!"

Lin Xuanqing served each gourd piece and took a look, confirming that they were all cooked, and then said to himself: "It seems that tender gourds are vegetables after all."

"Even if it is an emperor's treasure, it is still rotten after being stewed in a pressure cooker for an hour~"

At the beginning, Lin Xuanqing was still worried that these seven gourd emperor treasures would not be stewed, but now it seems that he thought too much.

Okay, everything is ready. Lin Xuanqing signaled that everyone could start eating.

"Come and drink the soup, but don't drink too much at once. Make sure everyone has at least one mouthful."

The peak masters and elders swallowed their saliva and came up impatiently.

Lin Xuanqing scooped up a small mouthful with a soup spoon and stood aside.

Starting from the old ancestor Lieyang, then Su Qingxue, Zi Zhantian, and finally the last elder in the sage realm, Wang Lin estimated the amount and divided the whole pressure cooker of soup into 52 equal portions.

Everyone took out some sect-level or even monarch-level spiritual treasures from their Qiankun bags to hold the big bone soup, and then gulped it down into their stomachs.

In an instant, in the Taixu Palace, the rhyme of the emperor appeared more and more on the bodies of dozens of sage realms.

"Ah, the power of the avenue, full of the power of the avenue!"

A peak master shouted excitedly.

Then, the second peak master also said excitedly: "I have been stuck at the peak of the Saint Realm for three thousand years, and the bottleneck has actually loosened..." Then the third, fourth, and fifth... "This seat is also, this seat is also going to break through!" "Ah, I can't stand it, that thing is going to overflow~" "No, old man, I have to go back to retreat immediately!" The more than ten peak masters of the Saint Realm did not have time to bow to Lin Xuanqing and say goodbye, and disappeared with a swoosh. As for the remaining more than 30 people, they are now forcibly holding back from breaking through. They held back so much that the veins on their faces burst out. Lin Xuanqing looked at their uncomfortable expressions and instantly thought of someone. Yin Tianchen!!! The expression he had when he was about to have diarrhea after eating Xu Kun meat was exactly the same as theirs now!