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

Finally, he got what he wanted and drank the soup. When the formation entered the entrance, Qingshi shook his head and said with enjoyment.

"That's right, that's right. This soup only exists in heaven. How many times can we smell it in the human world."

"Qingshi, are you okay?"

Hong Zun's loud shout rang out in the sky, but Qingshi seemed to have not heard it at all, closing his eyes and enjoying himself to the fullest.

Not long after, Hong Zun's angry shouts came again.

"Are you really okay?"

"It's really a bowl of soup that contains all kinds of flavors in the world. The more you drink it, the more you can't help yourself."

"Hurry up, I can't stand it anymore."

"Okay, okay, every bowl of soup has its own unique taste. It looks the same, but in fact it is very different."

"Stop pretending, get back to the labor and management quickly, it's my turn to drink."

Listening to the angry shouts that kept coming from the sky, the disciples on the side couldn't help but remind Qingshi Dao.

"Great Elder, the peak master is calling you."

Hearing this, Qingshi replied directly without even looking.

"No, you heard wrong. He was scolding the Blood Tiger Demon King. Let's not disturb him."

Hearing this, all the disciples' eyes widened.

I thought that for the sake of stuttering, their methods were dirty enough, but now compared with the great elder, it really pales into insignificance.

Their little tricks are simply not on the table.

Look at this, my old brother is facing two demon kings alone, one against two, and he can still be so calm here drinking soup, closing his eyes, shaking his head, and commenting from time to time, he is really awesome.

"Oh, it seems that my uncle is not bullying me."

Some disciples sighed. After hearing this, the disciples on the side said suspiciously.

"How can I not deceive you?"

"My uncle said before that my grandpa is a thief if he is too old to die. Look at the elder, he can live for so many years. It is indeed beyond the reach of young people like us."

Hearing this, all the disciples curled their lips, and some even patted his shoulders.

"Your uncle should be very filial."

"how do you know?"

"Guess."

Because he still couldn't get a response, Hong Zun in the sky was completely anxious. He forced the Blood Tiger Demon King back with a sword, turned his head and looked at the entrance of the formation, and his eyes were splitting in an instant.

I'm fighting to death here. Damn that old bastard Qingshi. He got a chair from somewhere and sat on it. He was like a landlord, holding a bowl of soup in his hand and drinking it. What a joy.

"what............."

"Hong Zun, if I don't kill you today, I won't call you Blood Tiger..."

Not noticing that something was wrong with Hong Zun, the Blood Tiger Demon King came to kill him again, but he was knocked away again with just one sword strike.

"A brilliant man, an old thief with a gray beard, put down the soup of labor and capital."

He shouted with bloodshot eyes. After hearing this, Qingshi finally raised his head and looked at Hong Zun, showing a smile.

"Why are you in a hurry? I'm here right now. The soup was a little hot just now. Let me cool it down."

"roll."

Qingshi responded with an angry shout.

"Don't be too busy drinking the soup now. Drink it slowly after solving the problem."

As Qingshi took action, the Blood Tiger Demon King and the Golden Eagle Demon King were instantly at a disadvantage. One-on-one, they were no match for Hong Zun and the other two.

With Ye Changqing's action, the situation on the battlefield gradually began to favor Dao Yizong.

There is no way, each of these disciples is more powerful than the other, and the monsters cannot defeat them at all.

Although monsters arrive from time to time, the speed of support is no longer as fast as the speed of killing.

Therefore, the number of monsters is getting smaller and smaller, and now, the Dao Yizong side actually has the upper hand.

The pressure was greatly reduced, and the disciples of Dao Yizong were completely crazy at this moment.

Dao Yizong disciples holding long swords can be seen everywhere, harvesting the lives of monsters.

A disciple of Divine Sword Peak was about to kill the monster in front of him with one sword, but was suddenly stopped by Xu Jie, who was puzzled.

"Third Senior Brother, what are you doing?"

"Wait a minute, don't kill."

"why?"

What about on this battlefield, when facing monsters, you tell me not to kill them? What's going on, we need to give them a break and then have a fair fight, so that others won't say that we're just a sect that takes advantage of others' danger?

Looking at Xu Jie with a blank expression, Xu Jie said with a wise light in his eyes.

"Look how many monsters are left now?"

Hearing this, he didn't understand what it meant, but the disciple still looked around.

"There's not much left. It can be solved in another quarter of an hour at most."

"Yes, this battle will be over soon. Once the battle is over, we won't be able to drink soup."

"Fuck........."

As soon as these words came out, this disciple's eyes widened, as if he had discovered something terrible.

Yes, after the battle is over, they won't be able to drink soup.

For a moment, the disciple looked at Xu Jie with fear in his eyes. Fortunately, the third senior brother had stopped him in time, otherwise he would have almost made a big mistake.

Seeing the change in the younger brother's expression, Xu Jie nodded with satisfaction. Children can be taught.

"Then Third Senior Brother, what should we do now?"

When it comes to the important point, Xu Jie's expression is also straight.

"There is only one way, and that is not to let the battle end."

"Don't let the battle end?"

Looking around again, it seems that this is not easy to handle. The monsters obviously have no ability to resist. Now they only need to harvest one last wave and the battle will be over.

"Stupid, do you understand human control?"

"Ah, human control?"

He was stunned for a moment, but then he seemed to react, his eyes lit up, and he nodded immediately.

"Third senior brother is a great talent. Junior brother understands."

"That's fine."

Xu Jie then rushed to other places and watched the third senior brother leave. The disciple turned to look at the dying monster in front of him, and suddenly there was a look of love in his eyes.

"Brother Demon, you can't die."

Next, more and more disciples began to shuttle around on the battlefield.

And the monsters that were supposed to be killed by a single sword finally survived.

"Junior sister, there is a demon under the sword."

"Senior brother, is this...?"

"You can't kill me. How can you drink soup if you kill me?"

"The battle cannot end so quickly. Keeping them alive is of great use."

"Would you like some soup?"

"think."

"You can't kill if you want to."

"You are so stupid, think carefully about why Junior Brother Changqing makes soup?"

"Because of the fighting?"

"Yes, so we can't let the battle end so quickly, otherwise how can we still drink soup."

"I understand, thank you, senior brother."

"Fortunately, senior brother warned me in time, otherwise junior sister would have made a big mistake."

One disciple after another told each other, and soon, the wind direction on the battlefield completely changed.

The disciples looked at the dying monsters, and the murderous intent in their eyes suddenly decreased a lot, replaced by a look of love, concern, and even worry.

What kind of monsters are these? They are just living meal tickets. With their presence, the disciples can continue to drink soup.

"Brother Demon, you have to stand up, you can't just die like this."