God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

"I wanted to say it, but you left so quickly that I didn't have time to say it..."

Zhao Buzhu explained with difficulty.

"Didn't you tell Master Ye that he needed to go to the northern wasteland to overcome the tribulation? How could you be so careless?"

The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide and questioned Zhao Buzhu angrily.

Although in the Immortal Prison Town, all cultivators would choose to go to the northern wasteland to transcend their tribulation, no one could clearly explain the specific reasons.

However, Zhao Buzhu did not seem to realize the seriousness of the matter at this time. He still responded with a puzzled look on his face.

"I really didn't have time to tell him about this, but even if I didn't tell him, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was so angry that he almost jumped up. He was about to continue scolding Zhao Buzhu, but he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips.

He just shook his head helplessly, sighed heavily, and no longer paid attention to Zhao Buzhu. Instead, he turned around abruptly and rushed out of the town like an arrow.

At the same time, among the crowd that had gathered together, a small number of people, as if summoned by something, followed the middle-aged man and fled out of the town.

Seeing this sudden scene, the other people who stayed there were all dumbfounded. They looked at each other, completely unaware of what was going on.

For a moment, the whole scene became chaotic, people were whispering and talking, and all kinds of speculations and questions filled the air.

How could this situation happen simply because we didn't go to the northern wasteland to survive the calamity?

It is really puzzling. Besides, what exactly do the middle-aged man and his companions want to do?

"What on earth are they going to do?"

One person asked quietly.

"How should I know?"

Another person also responded in a low voice, and the person next to him shook his head suspiciously, indicating that he had no idea about the current situation.

However, Ye Changqing, who was in the Prison Immortal Town, knew nothing about this. At this moment, he was doing his best to deal with the heavenly calamity.

I saw those extremely thick thunders, like thunder dragons, falling from the sky with the power to destroy the world, as if they wanted to devour Ye Changqing alive.

But facing the thunder that was coming from the sky, Ye Changqing had no intention of dodging or avoiding it at all.

When the thunder struck his head, he resolutely chose to meet it head-on, confronting the thunder head-on.

Not long after, the first wave of heavenly thunder shattered under the impact of Ye Changqing's powerful strength.

However, despite successfully defeating the first wave of thunder, the thunderclouds above his head still did not dissipate. Instead, they seemed to be accumulating strength in secret, preparing to bring down an even more terrifying thunder disaster.

Ye Changqing exhaled lightly, thinking to himself that this first wave of thunder was not a big pressure for him, and his body had not suffered any damage.

So he raised his head, staring straight up at the thick thundercloud above his head, waiting quietly without distraction for the next wave of thunder to come.

Under Ye Changqing's sharp gaze, the dark thunderclouds above seemed to feel an unprecedented provocation and instantly became restless.

The countless bolts of lightning flashing with dazzling light were like angry and roaring dragons, emitting deafening roars.

In the next moment, a wave of thunder, much more powerful than any previous one, roared out from the rolling thunderclouds with an overwhelming force, carrying a terrifying aura of destruction, and rushed straight towards Ye Changqing.

For a moment, the thunder in the sky intertwined together to form a lightning net that covered the sky and the sun, as if the end of the world was coming and the world was about to be destroyed.

However, under the cover of this terrifying thunder, Ye Changqing seemed extremely small. His figure was like an insignificant speck of dust, and it seemed that he would be swallowed up by this violent force at any time.

But even in the face of such a huge gap, Ye Changqing remained fearless.

It happened in a flash. When the thunder struck Ye Changqing like a mountain crushing an egg, he grasped the long sword tightly with both hands and suddenly swung out several extremely sharp attacks in succession.

In an instant, several blood-red sword beams cut through the void and collided fiercely with the thunder with an unstoppable momentum.

There was only a loud "boom" sound, and the heaven and earth trembled. The seemingly indestructible thunder was torn apart the moment it came into contact with the bloody sword light.

Then, in just a blink of an eye, the thunder that was powerful enough to destroy the world disappeared into the air like smoke.

Ye Changqing's way of overcoming the tribulation was extremely simple and crude. He relied entirely on his own powerful strength to confront the heavenly thunder head-on.

However, those heavenly thunders that made many cultivators shudder with fear posed no threat at all in front of Ye Changqing.

I saw powerful thunders coming one after another, but without exception, they were all broken and torn apart by Ye Changqing in a head-on way, while he himself was always unharmed, like an unshakable god of war standing between heaven and earth.

The thunder in the sky rolled down, roaring like a silver dragon and rushing towards Ye Changqing.

However, these powerful thunders could hardly cause any substantial harm to him.

Despite this, as the thunder continued to fall, a terrifying force was quietly accumulating.

Ye Changqing was concentrating on resisting the thunder bombardment above his head and was completely unaware of the changes happening under his feet.

I saw that the solid ground began to show tiny cracks under the continuous impact of the thunder.

At first, the cracks were as small as spider webs, but they spread rapidly, gradually deepening and widening.

In a short while, the entire ground seemed to be covered by a huge network of cracks, which looked shocking.

Those cracks are still expanding and extending, as if the earth is bearing an unbearable weight and will collapse at any time.

Finally, when Ye Changqing realized that something was wrong, it was too late. With a deafening roar, the ground, which was already full of cracks, collapsed and sank instantly, forming a bottomless pit.

Dust was flying and gravel was splashing, the scene was extremely spectacular and terrifying.

"How is this going?"

Ye Changqing looked at the suddenly collapsed ground in front of him in astonishment, his heart filled with confusion and shock.

This situation has never occurred in the natural disasters he has experienced before. What exactly caused the collapse of the earth?

Could it be that there is some mysterious and powerful force hidden underground? Or is this catastrophe different from the previous ones, and contains more dangerous variables?

Countless questions came to Ye Changqing's mind, leaving him confused for a moment.