Binding luck: I can become stronger if I die

Chapter 353 Who will go to hell if I don't go to hell!
After Ling Tian left, everyone dared to enter the main hall.

Looking at the mess in the hall, no one knew what happened.

I don't even know what happened in this short period of time!
The only thing they know is that Ling Tian is alive, and the Demon God of Sand and Ran Deng are gone!
But they had a premonition that Ling Tian had already got what he wanted.

Including the meat of the innate demon god, and the coffin of the burning lamp.

Of course, this is just their hunch, but there is no way to know the details.

Now that Ran Deng is missing, this faction also has no leader, so even though some people lost it, they turned into streamers and disappeared.

In a short period of time, the hall that was originally bustling with people was reduced to a mess and a look of depression!
After killing the Demon God of Sand, Ling Tian and the others didn't cook immediately.

Instead, he strolled around a few times.

As for the reason, in Ling Tian's words, it was to see if he could find any condiments!
"I'm talking about Lao Ling, I found a problem, if you don't go west, you just fly around in various ways, as long as you go west, you walk on two feet, can you explain the reason to me?"

Yin Hu looked at Ling Tian flying around and expressed his doubts!

"This? It's not easy. You think there are many people waiting for us on our westbound flight. If we fly, will we miss it? If we miss it, will we waste a lot of delicious food?"

Ling Tian murmured, and continued to fly around, looking for special ingredients!
Of course, he is doomed to be disappointed, this place is where the lamp is stationed.

Ran Deng's disposition is almost the same as Ling Tian's.

It's the kind of goose that plucks its hair, even if it's an iron swallow, he still has to scrape some iron filings.

It is the kind of character that goes out and does not pick up things even if it is a loss.

How could Ling Tian leave something that might become a treasure?

After searching for a while, Ling Tian landed on an open space with a disappointed face, and Yin Hu and others also landed immediately.

"Steamer, this lamp is really good enough. I didn't even leave a single hair behind. Next time I see you, I will definitely let you know what it means. Regret!"

With a low voice, Ling Tian took out the body of the Demon God of Sand.

I picked a better place and started to pack it up.

Then he took out the coffin and began to chop it up.

But after a long time, the huge coffin was chopped into pieces of firewood by him.

"I said, Lao Ling, you are too reckless. This is an innate coffin, why do you..."

Yinhu looked at Ling Tian who was chopping firewood, with a trace of heartache on his face.

He originally thought that Ling Tian was just joking, but he didn't expect that he would actually mean it.

"You know what a fart, the best ingredients must be cooked in the best way to reflect the deliciousness of the ingredients."

"I've already started to eat the Xiantian Demon God. Is it too much to get some Xiantian treasures to make firewood? Besides, if there is no such good firewood, wouldn't it be a waste of the Xiantian Demon God's flesh!"

Ling Tian glanced at Yinhu with disdain, and said lightly that Yinhu's status is low!

Now that they have begun to use the meat of the innate demon god to water the five internal organs temple, there is no need to worry about innate spiritual treasures.

Besides, these innate spirit treasures are not very useful anymore, just take its gourd as an example.

It's somewhat useful against ordinary people, but it's useless against demons and gods.

It's not that he hadn't thought about using it the first few times against the Innate Demon God.

But when he couldn't use it, the gourd seemed to have a spirit, telling him when he was using it!

It is impossible to cause any harm to the innate demon god unless it can evolve again.

As for the way of evolution, Hulu didn't say anything!

Generally speaking, I am telling Ling Tian not to use me to deal with the innate demon, otherwise I will self-destruct in minutes to show you.

Therefore, Ling Tian no longer pays attention to any treasures, the only thing he cares about is how to maximize the effects of innate treasures.

So I thought of roasting the innate demon god with the coffin.

He believes that only in this way can the effect of the innate treasure be maximized.

Looking at Ling Tian's serious look on the barbecue, Yin Hu knew that Ling Tian was destined to become a prodigal son.

Also silently mourn for those innate treasures.

Of course, Yinhu drooled honestly when he smelled the aroma of barbecue.

Not only Yinhu, Tianfeng and Tianshu also salivated when the fragrance was indiscriminate.

Even Ling Tian, ​​who has strong concentration, has frequent throbbing in his throat.

Fragrant!
Simply delicious!

Compared with that, those who I used to be are nothing!
This is what Ling Tian and the others are thinking now!

……

"What is the taste?"

Retreat and fuse the burning lanterns of the palace lanterns, and be awakened by the smell on the tip of your nose.

This fragrance was the first time he had smelled it in his life.

He didn't want to delay the progress of the fusion because of this kind of thing, but it was so delicious.

It was so fragrant that he couldn't practice meditation at all. Even if he turned off his five senses, he still couldn't stop the fragrance from invading his body.

"It smells so good!"

Ran Deng knew that if he could not find the source of this fragrance, he would not be able to practice quietly.

So, he walked out of the retreat and searched for the source of the fragrance.

Not long after, he found that the fragrance in the woods was more intense, so he walked in slowly.

"Ami..." Ran Deng was about to say the Buddha's name, but found that the person grilling meat in front of him turned out to be Ling Tian, ​​and the wood they used was really his own coffin.

At first he thought that Ling Tian was just joking, but he didn't expect...

"Hehe, I didn't expect that my food is so delicious, it actually drew the Buddha out of greed!"

Ling Tian looked up at Ran Deng and joked.

"Amitabha!" After a brief shock, Ran Deng regained his composure and said a Buddha's name: "Ling Tian, ​​you are really reckless, such an innate spiritual thing was used by you..."

"I said you are lamenting the wool, would you like to come over and have some?"

Ling Tian glanced at Ran Deng contemptuously, but he didn't feel any tension.

As far as Ling Tian is concerned, there is no undying hatred between him and Ran Deng.

Now that the other party has given his own body this time, the hatred between them will also disappear. As long as Ran Deng is not looking for trouble, Ling Tian doesn't bother to argue with him anymore.

The reason why he invited him to eat was because of Ling Tian's interest.

Secondly, since the other party has made a contribution, why should the other party drink some soup, right?

"Amitabha!" Ran Deng suppressed the greed in his heart, and said a Buddha's name: "How can a poor monk and a monk eat..."

"Come on, I said that you Buddhist family are hypocrites. You are obviously greedy, but you refuse!"

Ling Tian directly interrupted Ran Deng, and then threw a piece of the tested meat to Ran Deng...

Finally, Ran Deng showed a decisive look: "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Then, like Ling Tian and the others, he started his career in dried meat.

"Smell, really fragrant! The poor monk has lived for countless years, and now he knows that there is such a delicious food in the world. The poor monk really lived for so long!"

After taking the first bite, Ran Deng sighed.

Then he started eating out of control.

They are so proficient in eating and the speed is so fast that Ling Tian and the others are speechless.

Even Ling Tian's barbecue couldn't keep up with his eating speed.

"No, I said that you should go back to Ran Deng!"

Seeing how little barbecue was left, Ling Tian ordered to evict the guests with a cold face!
"Amitabha, the donor should not be so stingy, give another piece to the poor monk!"

After countless years of practice, Ran Deng is not a top-notch existence, but as a Buddhist, his skin is not usually thick.

(End of this chapter)