Douluo Blood Angel was fed by Qian Renxue and became a demon

And the God of Cookery didn't just attack this one. He held seeds and fruits of different colors in his long fingers and flicked them towards Qianren City one by one.

These flying seeds are like lasers, and when they fall on your body, they will be riddled with holes!

Qianren City turned into blood mist and disappeared, and black holes appeared on the ground.

The God of Cookery looked sideways at the surroundings. Qianren City, which turned into blood mist, moved very fast.

But the next moment, a corn stalk appeared in the hand of the God of Cookery, and he thrust it back with all his strength. The fragile corn stalk in his hand was as sharp as the God of War's spear. Qianrencheng let out a cry of pain, and it turned into blood mist. The body reappeared in the air, and the heart was directly penetrated by the corn stalk.

The God of Cookery's eyes were indifferent. He raised his palm and whispered: "Fireworks in the world!"

Hot flames shot out from his palm and hit Qian Rencheng lying on the ground!

He shouted: "I don't believe you can't die!"

The Qianren City on the ground was quickly burned to ashes by the flames, with ashes flying in the wind.

But fifty meters away, Qian Rencheng's body with spread wings reappeared. He was half-kneeling on the ground and rowing backwards, his face pale.

Qian Rencheng looked down at the terrifying blood hole in his heart and said solemnly: "Flesh and blood breeds!"

The bloody hole healed quickly.

The God of Cookery frowned: "Were you just a puppet?"

Qian Rencheng smiled ferociously: "Do you think you can kill me?! You stupid and arrogant second-level god!"

He shouted, and tens of thousands of bloodshot threads were released towards the God of Cookery.

The God of Cookery snorted coldly: "It's a small trick."

The scorching flames were released from around his body again, burning the blood threads flying towards him until they vaporized, but he still underestimated the speed and quantity of the blood threads.

A blood thread was successfully inserted into the God of Cookery's throat. Qian Rencheng sensed it quickly. He roared and controlled the blood thread, cutting the God of Cookery's head to the ground.

The head that fell on the ground still had cold eyes. No blood flew out from the neck, but tender green vines grew out. There were also vines growing at the broken neck of the body. The vines on both sides were entangled together, and the God of Cookery's head grew back again. .

Qian Rencheng looked stunned.

He didn't expect the god to be so difficult to deal with, and he couldn't imagine that the God of Cookery, who was not famous for fighting, could launch such extremely powerful attacks.

Is this the difference between humans and gods?

Qian Rencheng roared, his sharp teeth grew, and he rushed towards the opponent. The God of Cookery also rushed over with a corn stalk in his hand.

His speed was even faster than Qianrencheng's. The corn stalks swept across Qianrencheng's neck with a spear-like momentum, and drew a bloody gash in Qianrencheng's throat. Qianrencheng quickly turned into blood mist, and several Unclear bloody vines wrapped around the body of the God of Cookery at this moment.

However, the vines did not last for more than a second before they were broken. Qianrencheng, who turned into a blood mist, was suspended behind the God of Cookery in the next moment. His fingers released several blood threads and wrapped around the God of Cookery. His right knee was pressed against the God of Cookery's body. The blood threads on the back of the God of Cookery tightened instantly. The God of Cookery suddenly straightened up, but this time he did not break free immediately. The corn stalks had been cut into several sections by the blood threads.

Qian Rencheng exerted his strength with his fingers, but the sharp blood threads did not cut off the God of Cookery's body. However, the God of Cookery was not feeling well either. Veins popped up on his forehead, his handsome face became ferocious, and his body emitted a surging light.

The next moment, King Kong's blood threads began to break one after another. The God of Cookery was so powerful that he could break the blood threads!

But Qian Rencheng's ten fingers were also releasing blood threads continuously. Tens of thousands of blood threads entangled the God of Cookery inside. Qian Rencheng's eyes burst out with electric light, and blood-colored thunder and lightning instantly enveloped the God of Cookery's body. This caused the God of Cookery's body to change. He became numb and struggled much less vigorously.

Qian Rencheng seized the opportunity, and the martial soul's true form was released at this moment, and half of the sky was covered with blood!

He spread his huge wings and roared as hard as he could. His right knee was so hard that Sen Bai's leg bone pierced through the flesh and was exposed.

"Oh!"

The next moment, a cloud of blood mist erupted from the God of Cookery's body. He was divided into several parts by the dense blood filaments. His body seemed to have exploded, and finally turned into a pool of broken flesh and blood flowing on the ground. . Qian Rencheng's body fell down, and he collapsed weakly on the ground. The bones of his right leg and knee were exposed due to the force, but at this moment, he had no soul power to support his use of flesh and blood.

"do you died?"

Qian Rencheng murmured feebly.

But he still underestimated the power of the gods, or perhaps his offensive power was completely unable to truly cause the death of the gods.

The broken flesh and blood was once again connected together by the tender green seedlings, and the body of the God of Cookery gradually condensed into shape.

He stood there and looked at Qian Rencheng with a cold face: "What a pity. If you could have a trace of divine power, maybe I would be dead. The human body is your greatest constraint."

The God of Cookery stretched out his hands, and two more spinning corn stalks appeared in his hands. He thrust them decisively towards Qian Rencheng's tired body. With a "boom", the stalks penetrated Qian Rencheng's flesh and blood, but this time The body suddenly turned into blood mist and disappeared.

The God of Cookery turned around and found Qianrencheng appearing fifty meters away again.

"It's the puppet again!"

The God of Cookery shouted loudly.

When he was just lying down, Qian Rencheng was also silently sucking blood to recover. He did not choose to use flesh and blood to heal the serious injury on his right leg, because relying on his legs to escape was more dangerous than relying on a puppet.

But Qian Rencheng was also extremely weak at this moment, and this short blood-sucking time could not restore him to his best condition.

Although the God of Cookery also consumes money, it is nothing compared to Qianrencheng's.

Qian Rencheng raised his hand, and large bloodshot eyes appeared, but instead of flying towards the God of Cookery, they flew towards Qian Renxue.

Those long green leaves were cut off, and Qian Renxue fell from them.

"You want to use her death to force me to return to God Realm? Impossible."

The God of Cookery shouted.

Qian Rencheng looked at Qian Renxue next to him and limped towards him. He murmured: "Quick, martial soul fusion..."

Qian Renxue nodded with red eyes and immediately rushed towards Qian Rencheng. But the next moment, Qian Rencheng's body was suddenly pierced by countless vines, and Qian Renxue's body was also shocked by this huge energy. Fly out.

The God of Cookery in the distance raised his hand, his eyes as cold as water: "Die."

The vines covered with thorns strangled Qian Rencheng's body until the flesh and blood were blurred. A slender green seedling wrapped around Qian Rencheng's neck and suddenly ignited a flame, burning the skin around Qian Rencheng's neck. His neck slowly separated from his body, and his head fell back.

As long as his neck is separated, he will truly die. Even flesh and blood reproduction cannot save him, not to mention that Qianrencheng has no soul power to use the flesh and blood reproduction skill at this moment.

His body was riddled with holes and his head was about to be separated from his body.

At almost the last second, Qian Rencheng's head that was about to fall off suddenly said: "The eighth soul skill, Blood Emperor."

(End of this chapter)