The Godhead is an extremely important thing to any ancient god, because it is with the Godhead that they can transform their ethereal beliefs into real power, build their own kingdom of God, and gain divine abilities such as resurrection from the dead.

The Godhead is the foundation of the old gods.

Any Old God would do everything in their power to protect their Godhead, and neither would Magma.

The number one assistant character burrowed into McGma's body and rummaged wildly through his body, causing McGma to roll all over the altar in pain, but there was no sign of Godhead.

Where the hell is this guy hiding his Godhead?

The clock ticked by, and seeing that the three-minute time limit was almost over, the number one assistant character rushed into it in a rage.

Magma wailed loudly.

Tang Xuan silently recited a few words in his heart.

The number one support character stopped.

Magma was given a respite, and he said viciously, "My strength comes from the planet beneath my feet, and it is constantly replenishing me. Before I get to the point where I can pinch you to death, it's still time for you to escape. ”

The aura on Magma's body did continue to grow.

The No. 1 assistant role can only divide the power of a fixed moment, and cannot establish a lasting link to keep the strength of the two sides equal.

McGma was sure that his strength at this time had surpassed that of the No. 1 Helper, but because the No. 1 Helper had the blessing of [Lone Wolf], he didn't plan to do anything to the No. 1 helper for the time being, and planned to wait a little longer, anyway, the No. 1 helper couldn't find his godhead.

A word fluttered out of McGonma's belly.

"I heard that your blood can cure a stomachache?"

The growing aura of Magma's body suddenly froze, and intense fear rose from the depths of his memory, briefly dominating him, immobilizing him,

The oppression that Helper One had been subjected to in Magma was gone, and he was able to move through Magma faster, but it didn't help him significantly in his search for Godhead, and there were only ten seconds left for him.

"I heard your brains can take a bath?"

McGma trembled with fear, his face twisted into a ball, tingling pain tormenting his brain, and he seemed to be back to the terrible moment of being skull-open. With the abnormal fluctuations in Magma's mood, the temperature around the altar rose rapidly, breaking through three thousand degrees Celsius in the blink of an eye, enough to melt the hard steel into juice.

McGma recalls that nightmarish memory.

A long, long time ago, a horrible fellow with a horrible group of horrible creatures barged into His kingdom, pinned Him, and unwittingly pried open His skull in front of His followers, completely ignoring His feelings.

The intense pain, the unbearable shame, and the noise of someone really talking in his head almost drove him insane.

"Beautiful cosmic scenery, magical intracranial hot springs."

The guy leaned against his skull as if he were leaning against the edge of a pool, talking and laughing with his devil friends, and throwing out drinks and snacks for a hot spring party. In the end, he threw the torn bag directly into his head, and when he came out, he didn't even forget to spit on it.

"Magma melts everything anyway."

“He~Tui！”

Fear, anger, shame, irritability, jealousy, hatred, broken vanity......

The power in Magma's body stirred up unconsciously.

That's exactly what the number one assistant role needs.

The power of the ancient gods comes from the godhead, and the position of the godhead can be found by following the power backwards. Previously, Magma had only used his physical strength to squeeze him, so that he could not sense the direction of the Godhead at all.

But this is not enough, although the induction is there, it is too vague. There were only five seconds left, and the No. 1 assistant character finally threw Wang Bang.

"I heard...... Are you delicious? ”

Magma's consciousness was instantly dragged back eons of time.

He lowered his head in a daze, and found that he was tied to a quaint stone pillar that emitted a strange aura, and the divine power that was usually commanded by his arm was as heavy as a mountain, and he couldn't move at all.

He looked up and saw a figure that he would never forget.

"[Ancient], you can't die well!"

Ignoring Him, Primeval silently pulled out a large cauldron, a small bag of rice, a small pot of oil, and a small saucepan.

Aren't these all things that mortals use for cooking?

However, Magma sensed strong energy fluctuations in these things, especially the cauldron, which was filled with an uncountable amount of divine breath.

What has this pot experienced?

No, what happened to those gods?!

At this moment, he suddenly thought of some rumors, and was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.

"What are you going to do (Broken Voice)?!"

[Ancient] stepped forward to listen intently, and he asked with a puzzled face, "Do you want to thank me?" ”

McGma's eyes were about to pop out.

Which ear do you hear that I want to thank you?

He yelled, "I ask you what you do!" ”

[Ancient] had a sudden look on his face.

"You just want to be cooked?"

McGma was terrified: "Do you have a problem with your ears?" ”

[Extremely ancient] looked confused: "Shouldn't it be called every day?" ”

Magma was stunned, and he suddenly thought of a possibility, could it be that [Ancient] really had something wrong with his ears?

So He asked, "Can you eat spicy?" ”

"Put more cumin!"

McGma was furious: "What are you pretending to be behind your ears?!" ”

[Ancient] laughed twice in embarrassment, he didn't expect that his mouth would be faster than his thoughts, and he couldn't go on this time.

"It's not acting, I'm having a showdown, I'm a cook."

McGma twisted his body uneasily: "Why are you arresting me?" ”

[Ancient] didn't answer, he snapped his fingers, and a raging rootless fire burned out of thin air under the cauldron.

An ominous omen haunted McGma's mind.

"What the hell are you going to do?!"

He asked the Ancient the same question a third time, and He wanted to get an answer from the Ancient mouth that was different from His terrible guess.

Snort –

The golden liquid falls parabolically from the spout into the pot, causing a rattling sound and a strong tongue-biting fragrance.

McGma swallowed unconsciously.

"Oops, poured an extra drop."

I don't know what this oil is made of, but the famous [Extremely Ancient] actually showed obvious distress when he twisted the lid of the pot. After pouring the oil, he sprinkled a handful of plants that appeared to be green onions, and for a moment the fragrance in the air became even stronger.

Snort –

【Ancient】Pour the prepared strange rice into the pot, and when the rice is hot, quickly crack in the eggs of two unknown creatures. The golden egg liquid trickles down the edge of the eggshell into the pot, seeps through the cracks in the rice grains, and staggers with the green green onions. Under the action of invisible forces, the golden egg liquid evenly wraps each grain of rice, making each grain of rice crystal clear. Just one glance can whet your appetite and give you a strong visual treat.

At this moment, the air is filled with the smell of rice, and you can only understand what a wonderful smell it is if you breathe the air yourself. You feel like your pores are breathing, and even when you've just eaten enough, you will immediately feel a strong feeling of hunger. Your stomach becomes sperm, tugging at your esophagus and shouting that I can still eat. And after a short trance, whether you are a naïve child, a hard-working social animal, or a high-class person who has no worries about food and clothing, you suddenly have a dream of being a gourmet.

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