Sword Emperor

Thinking of this, many powerful men in the void couldn't help but get extremely excited, especially the Emperor of Chaos, the Emperor of Light, and others. Their eyes were shining brightly at this moment, and they couldn't help but murmur in a low voice:

"The dishes I have in my hands can only repair defects. It is ultimately a luxury to hope for successful enlightenment, but if I add this dish, I might even be able to achieve enlightenment immediately!"

With such a huge temptation right in front of them, no one could resist the greed in their hearts. For a moment, the entire world could not help but feel extremely silent.

Time passed slowly, and the atmosphere in the void became more and more weird. Finally, only a gloomy sound could be heard, and it sounded directly:

"I can't stand it anymore, I can't bear it any more, so I'll keep this eight-treasure lotus seed soup in my pocket."

As the words fell, the calm space suddenly became distorted, and a giant hand that covered the sky stretched out directly from the mezzanine of the space and grabbed the earthen jar.

Seeing that someone actually wanted to get there first, many monks who had originally planned to wait and see for the time being were extremely angry and couldn't help but roared:

"You evil beast, how dare you do this? Stop it immediately."

"You dare to rob me of my treasure, you will die!"

"..."

Afterwards, many strong men lurking around also took action in unison.

For a moment, in this vast void, many arms waved to each other, regardless of the previous

No matter how nice it sounds, everyone's purpose is quite clear, and that is the earthen pot in the center.

But among the monks who had the courage to take action at this moment, each one's strength was extraordinary. Under mutual restraint, no one succeeded in pocketing the earthen jar.

Gradually, a touch of anger rose in everyone's hearts, so that the power to take action became more and more powerful.

Thousands of inscriptions can be vaguely seen shining brightly, and obscure avenues intersect with each other. The entire world is constantly distorted in such confrontations.

As the violent aftermath spread crazily, the entire food court began to become turbulent.

Seeing this situation, Yi Yin, who had never made any move until now, turned into a charred face and snorted coldly:

"Have you forgotten that this place is the dining hall of my Zhenyu Pavilion? Such behavior would be too disrespectful to my Zhenyu Pavilion!"

The moment the words fell, the power in Yi Yin's body completely exploded, and the pan of gods suddenly rose into the sky, suppressing the entire world with extreme pressure.

In the face of such terrifying power, thousands of inscriptions in the world and even many rules of the avenue are completely crumbling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The ultimate imperial power surges in the Ten Thousand Gods Cauldron, and the laws of the emperor descend one after another, completely crushing everything, and forcibly destroying many things hidden in the void.

The monk's true form was forced out.

Suddenly, the whole world couldn't help but feel extremely silent. The people who had just taken action suddenly realized that they were still in the food hall, and they were still the territory of Zhenxi Pavilion.

Thinking of this, countless cold sweats appeared on the backs of many strong men. In the end, they could only laugh a few times with embarrassed faces and return to the private room.

In this regard, Yi Yin didn't say much. After all, although Zhenxi Pavilion had a strong foundation, it was impossible to offend so many powerful people at once.

After giving these monks a cold look, Yi Yin turned his head and looked around, with a gentle smile on his face again, and said softly:

"There were some minor accidents just now, but they are harmless. I hope all fellow Taoists can forgive me. As for the next step, naturally we will enter the theme of the Chef God's Banquet."

As soon as these words came out, the stalemate in the world suddenly relaxed, and then many whispering voices continued to sound:

"After waiting for so long, we have finally reached this stage. There is no doubt that Yi Ya will become the final chef god, right?"

"Tch, that Yi Ya is just relying on the strength of the ingredients. His own cooking skills are nothing at all. In my opinion, Chun Yuan should be the well-deserved god of cooking."

"It's really a joke. The ingredients used by Chun Yuan and others are also much more precious than other chefs. If you act like this

In other words, they can't be called cooking gods either. "

"..."

Although the voices of many arguments are endless, these are only the arguments of a few people. The eyes of the vast majority of monks are full of determination, and they have obviously reached a conclusion.

At the same time, Yi Yin slowly waved his hand, and after the void returned to silence, he softly said:

"Through the many previous dishes, you must have figured out who wins and who loses, so I would like to ask you to select the chef this time.

Next, all the Taoist friends only need to put the mana containing their own will into the pan of gods and tell them who they choose, and the cauldron of gods will give the final answer. "

Hearing this, many monks who had long been unable to restrain themselves did not hesitate at all. With a flick of their fingers, they could only see a flash of light flying straight towards the Pantheon of Gods in the sky.

For a time, colorful lights flashed continuously, just like thousands of meteors piercing the sky. It was so beautiful that people could not help but be immersed in it.

In just a short moment, thousands of streams of light completely integrated into the Cauldron of All Gods, and the wills of countless monks gathered together to directly communicate with the spirit of the weapon in the Cauldron of All Gods.

The vast imperial power suddenly descended, and the entire pantheon of gods came to life completely. Golden light shone in the sky, as if a real emperor had arrived, and the whole world was filled with the majestic imperial power.

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Under the attention of the crowd, the golden Wanshen Pot continued to soar in the sky and earth, sometimes hovering above Shang Ying's head, sometimes wandering around Chun Yuan, but in the end it still came to Yi Ya.

Then, the golden light and the strong imperial power converged instantly, and the entire Wanshen Pot immediately flew towards Yi Ya.

Only thousands of obscure inscriptions could be vaguely seen surging, and the Wanshen Pot directly entered Yi Ya's sea of ​​consciousness.

The matter was settled, and Yi Ya was the final winner.

Seeing this scene, countless cultivators couldn't help but cheer. As for Shang Ying and others, although their faces were more or less frustrated, they were not too disappointed.

After all, when they saw the Chaos Green Lotus Seed, they had already guessed the final outcome.

As for Yi Ya at this moment, his face was still full of disbelief. It was hard to imagine that the wish he had been looking forward to was realized so easily.

But the Wanshen Pot in his mind clearly told him that this was not a dream.

After a long time, Yi Ya finally regained consciousness. Countless thoughts flashed in his mind. Suddenly, he recalled his promise to Sun Bing. Countless cold sweat suddenly appeared on his back.

Because at this moment, the earthenware jar seemed to be still floating in the void.

Immediately, Yi Ya did not hesitate at all and flew towards the earthenware jar in the center of the world.