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The smell of meat is fragrant, and those who smell it will salivate!

The strange fragrance that is more aura-filled than the top-grade flat peaches makes the Dapan mountain world feel like being in a fairyland. The kind of Daluo Jinxian has the essence of life, and it emits it. Just inhaling it can sublimate the soul and flesh. Countless little demons are cheering, Breakthrough, forming a grand occasion like "chicken and dog ascend to heaven".

However, it is worth mentioning that even if Da Luo Jinxian's body is cut off and transformed into its original form, its toughness and the divine power it contains cannot be refined by ordinary demon immortals.

In other words, if there is no different fire at the level of the real fire of Samadhi, it is impossible to roast the meat wings of the Da Luo Jinxian!

Although White Snake and Xiaoqing are in the realm of the Earth Immortal, they are weak compared to Uncle Buddha's physical body, they are too weak to be shaken at all.

Not to mention that they are water-type monsters. Let them control the water and wash the wings of the golden-winged roc.

So after several tossing and going to no avail, we were able to see an unprecedented scene in the Three Realms.

The cruel Zhenjun Erlang, with an expressionless face, is holding his own three-pointed two-edged knife. On the two forked blades on the left and right, there are two bird wings inserted. ", is burning billowing samadhi real fire.

The two small wings are naturally the wings of the golden-winged roc, but they have been shrunk down using the secret method of space.

Otherwise, Uncle Buddha's body would be more than ten thousand feet, and a single wing would be enough to cover the entire Dapan Mountain.

The true fire of samadhi was released by Erlang God. Although he is a war fairy, he is not very proficient in using the law of fire.

But at any rate, it is the early stage of Daluo Jinxian, and it can still be done with a little superficial Samadhi True Fire.

As for why he used his own three-pointed two-edged knife to bake, it wasn't because of bad taste, Zhenjun Erlang was not so boring.

It's because, apart from his three-pointed two-edged sword, there is nothing more suitable, which can carry the continuous burning of the true fire of Samadhi!

All kinds of chances and coincidences have created the current scene. Zhenjun Erlang, who is fighting the sky and fighting the earth, is sitting in front of the tomb of the Qingtian Dasheng, grilling the bird wings of the Daluo level!

If it wasn't for agreeing to Ao Qing to invite him to eat roasted wings, and Ben Zhenjun's words and deeds, he wouldn't lose his image like this!

In front of the Qingtian Dasheng's Clothes Tomb, the little demons had already been dispersed, only Zhenjun Erlang, Xiaotiangou, left and right demon girls were helping the barbecue.

Erlang Zhenjun had a cold expression on his face, as if there was no disturbance.

The big black dog, Xiaotiangou, sat upright beside him, staring at the two golden bird wings, sticking out his tongue, and grinning.

White Snake and Xiaoqing suppressed their laughter, obediently helping to eliminate the overflowing fire element, and applying a water element formation to maintain the temperature of the entire Dapan Mountain.

It's so fragrant that even Da Luo Jinxian would salivate.

This kind of body of an ancient alien beast with a Daluo level has more incomparable uses than flat peaches and ginseng fruits, and it is the supreme spiritual creature that is hard to find in the Three Realms!

Because what Zhenjun Erlang cut off was not only the body of the golden-winged roc, but also part of the original origin of the Buddha's uncle was contained in this body.

Otherwise, like this kind of fairy family, they can conjure too many clones at will, and have as many wings as they want, so how can they make Da Luo covet.

In fact, when the barbecue grill was set up and the vision spread out, it did attract the attention of many powerful people.

Especially the demon saints of Xiniu Hezhou, in fact, many of them are secretly, and there is a lot of hala.

If it wasn't for the lack of familiarity with Zhenjun Erlang, and just now a certain demon saint just got closer, don't let the roaring dog chase and bite for three thousand miles, they would have wanted to go to the mountain as a group for a long time!

But there are also people who are not afraid of Erlang God.

Jilei Mountain, on the top of the mountain.

Pingtian Great Sacred Bull Demon King looked to the east, and under the mountain top were all the demon kings who were close to each other with burning eyes and full of hope.

They were waiting for the Great Sage Ping Tian to speak, and they also wanted a piece of the pie.

To be honest, Great Sage Ping Tian was really tempted, although eating that bird meat was useless for him at the peak of Da Luo.

But it's too fragrant, and too heroic, to openly drink with Da Luo's peak beast essence, chat and laugh about the past and present, and stare at the world, how "greedy" it is.

But well...

Who made this so-called essence of alien beasts come from the uncle of the Buddha in the Western Heaven, but this made the Great Sage Pingtian into trouble.

Thinking of how he had summoned so many potential rebels a year ago to set up a tomb for Ao Qing, he had already been warned by the Buddhist world.

The Great Sage Pingtian patted his head, sighed, and said: "Forget it, let's go, don't be greedy anymore, Uncle Buddha's meat is so delicious."

Muttering to himself, the Bull Demon King returned to Moyun Cave amidst the disappointed and helpless eyes of all the demon kings close to him.

"Anyway, Bai Yaoji will come, and she will always be filial..."

At the same time, just like the Bull Demon King, there is another person who has the strength and confidence to go to get a share of the pie and is greedy, but his status does not allow him.

Zhu Bajie, the envoy of the altar.

On the second day of Ao Qing's death, Zhu Bajie, who had already had enough of the clear rules and precepts of the Western Paradise Buddhist world, beat wooden fish all day until he almost turned into a wooden fish, returned to his one-acre three-point land, the Jingtan Temple.

He has long been accustomed to being unruly, and compared to the Bull Demon King, he is not hiding the slightest bit.

The envoy of the cleansing altar here is lying on his own altar, with a piggy face, and arching his nose to the west intoxicated, it seems that he can smell the fragrance hundreds of thousands of miles away, and the halazi is flowing non-stop.

"Hugh~"

"This is called fragrance. The flat peach in my hand will lose its taste in an instant..."

"If I go, will the peacock and the little golden bird peck me to death..."

"Damn it, Ao Qing of Tiansha, it's still uneasy to live after death, and he eats better than my old pig!"

"But whether you are dead or not, can you give Brother Zhu a happy word? I can see the current situation clearly. Maybe there is something to be said..."

"If you come back again and honor Brother Zhu's pair of peacock wings, maybe Brother Zhu's thoughts slipped and he got on your boat..."

"However, we have to find a way to create a little fire bird, so that we can have a name..."

"Ao Qing, you bad bastard, the sky beats me, old pig..."

At the same time, Tu rate palace.

Jinyin Burning Fire Boy, after feeding the Qing Niu Jing with spiritual herbs, walked into the Tushita Palace winkingly.

They knew that Uncle Buddha was roasted, but they didn't have much interest. Without him, there were too many good things in Tushita Palace. Laojun was able to refine medicine that had some effect on Da Luo Jinxian every now and then.

These elixirs, after being modified by them, can always produce some barbecue flavors, flat peach flavors, stinky tofu flavors, ginseng fruit flavors, dragon liver and phoenix marrow flavors!

It tastes no worse than Uncle Buddha's wings!

"Old gentleman~"

King Silver Horn said leisurely.

Taishang Laojun closed his eyes happily, pretending not to hear.