There has always been a legend about the Temple of the God of Food, that is, the Temple of the God of Food is not only a hundred floors, but also a hundred and one floors that have never been announced to the public. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

And all the diners who have entered the Temple of Food will scoff at this legend.

As those who once climbed to the top of the Temple of Food, they firmly believe that the Temple of Food only has a hundred floors.

If there is a so-called one hundred and one layer, then they must be able to find clues of the one hundred and first layer on the hundredth layer.

However, they had never found any enchantments, spatial rifts, etc., related to the hundredth layer above the hundredth layer.

All this shows that the 100th layer is groundless and nonsense?

Later, even if there was information inside the so-called Food God Temple, everyone still didn't believe that there was a so-called one hundred and one floor.

Compared to the news of other beings, sentient beings believe in their own strength.

Even if the strength of sentient beings is not as strong as they imagined.

But in fact, the Temple of the God of Food is a hundred floors, but it also has a hundred and one floors.

It's just that this one hundred and one hundred layer is not built on top of the hundredth floor, but on the underground floor.

How could the immortal gods, who were accustomed to being high above and crisscrossing the nine heavens, think that the one hundred and one hundred floors of the Food God Temple were the first floor underground?

Temple of the God of Food, one hundred and one floor.

The famous God of Food (Fat Man), wearing his iconic robe (with a big "food" written on his chest), sat on his devouring god seat with a big grin, picked up a few divine fruits and threw them into his mouth.

In front of the fat man, there are twelve divine seats in an arc shape and surrounded by a semicircle.

The fat man looked at the twelve divine seats in front of him, a pair of small dark eyes flashed with ill intentions, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, picked up a divine fruit, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

Suddenly, a divine seat released a peaceful white light, and a white-robed young man holding a white dust fan slowly appeared on the divine throne, looking at the fat man opposite with a smile on his face.

"You're always the first to arrive. The gods and demons of literature, dialects. The fat man looked at the white-robed young man and laughed.

The white-robed young man, in dialect, opened the white dust fan in his hand, shook it slowly, took a cup of divine wine next to the divine throne in the air, took a sip carefully, his eyes were full of golden light, and he praised: "Fat man, you have lived up to your title of 'God of Food'! This wine, you are brewing better and better!"

After speaking, Fang Yan drank the cup of divine wine.

The flask floating next to it automatically flew to refill the wine glass in the dialect.

In the face of the sarcasm of the dialect, the fat man, who had become accustomed to it, just quietly watched the dialect drink and did not speak.

"Fatty, what is the promotion opportunity you brought us here? Fang Yan's eyes lit up as he looked at the fat man, and asked curiously and eagerly.

The fat man shook his head, smiled and said, "I'll talk about it when everyone is here." Otherwise, it's not interesting. ”

Fang Yan looked at the fat man and didn't speak, just sat quietly on his divine seat, waiting for the other gods and demons, while thinking about the fat man's intentions.

Three years ago, the East China Sea, Wenzhige

Fang Yan was teaching his disciples, and suddenly received a letter from the fat man, inviting him to the Temple of the God of Food.

Originally, the dialect didn't want to go, but the fat man said that there was an opportunity to share it with the gods.

What exactly was the chance? The fat man didn't say it explicitly.

With the dialect's understanding of the fat man, the dialect believes that the fat man's promotion opportunity is true.

The fat man had no guts to deceive the haughty gods.

However, the opportunity that the fat man said is only afraid that it is not so easy to take.

If you can't say it well, there will be primordial gods and demons who will fall for chance.

Just as Fang Yan hesitated, he unconsciously looked at his neighbor, the East China Sea.

Fang Yan looked at the East China Sea not far away, thinking of the golden figure that dominated the world and the increasingly powerful dragon clan, and sighed in his heart: After the nine thunderstorms, the dragon clan accelerated the pace of expansion outward. Now, the dragons are about to conquer the East China Sea. At that time, these small forces that do not obey the dispatch of the dragon clan may be wiped out.

Of course, dialects can move the Pavilion of Literature elsewhere to avoid the invincible edge of the East China Sea Dragon Clan.

However, where can Wenzhige move to?

Looking at the desolation, after the nine thunderstorms, powerful and far-sighted races or forces have stepped up the pace of foreign conquest.

The land is desolate, and the smoke is everywhere.

As a proud and noble primordial god and demon, Fang Yan can not care about his life and death.

However, the dialect could not accept that his own literature was annihilated.

Fang Yan knew that if he wanted to break this crisis and save the Pavilion of Wen, there was only one way: to quickly break through to the realm of the Divine Monarch.

Only the monarch-level forces in charge of the Divine Monarch can protect themselves in the hegemony of all races that are about to sweep the entire flood wilderness.

However, how easy is it to break through the Divine Monarch?

Looking at the desolation, how many of the beings of all races have broken through to the realm of the Divine Monarch?

As the primordial god and demon of the Great Perfection of the God King, Fang Yan vaguely felt that the realm of the God Monarch seemed to have an invisible barrier that should not exist.

In the dialect, if you want the realm of the Divine Monarch, only a strong luck and an opportunity against the sky can successfully break through.

You don't see, countless God Kings who should have broken through the realm of God Monarch a long time ago, but because they did not have strong luck and the opportunity to defy the sky, they succumbed to the God King!

Those big races and big forces are actively attacking the outside world, isn't it just to get stronger luck, for the god kings within the race or power to break through to the realm of god kings.

Just when the dialect was distressed by chance, the fat man sent a timely opportunity.

According to the dialect's understanding of the fat man, the fate that the fat man refers to should be some anti-heaven chance.

At the beginning of the flood and wilderness, there are many innate spiritual treasures that are against the sky in heaven and earth, as well as the inheritance of the fallen Chaos Demon God, which is enough to be called an anti-heaven opportunity, which can help the gods break through the realm of the god monarch.

Anyway, Fang Yan didn't believe that the fat man could find enough luck to help the gods break through.

For the sake of his own literary way, Fang Yan decided to ignore the danger of killing himself and came to the Food God Temple to make an appointment to explore the opportunity to advance.

After the appearance of the god of literature and dialects, the god of fate, the god of slaughter, the god of killing, the god of the earth, the god of the earth, the god of light, the god of light, the god of darkness, the god of creation, Yahweh, the god of order, Tianjun, the god of time, the god of thunder, the god of thunder, the god of thunder, the god of martial arts, and the god of dreams, the phantom spirit, appeared in turn on their respective thrones.

The gods shine on the throne, and all the gods descend together.

The fat man, as the host god, greeted the gods who came down in turn.

"Fatty, let's start quickly!" In the urging of the gods, the fat man slowly and firmly rang the "Bell of the Gods" next to his divine seat.

The rules of the League of Gods are not judged by strength, whoever holds the meeting of the gods is the president.

"Knock knock" The crisp bell slowly fluttered.

The League of the Gods, the Meeting of the Gods, begins!

PS: This chapter was originally posted yesterday. However, yesterday there was no idea, and there were too many things, so it dragged on until today.

I thought about this chapter for a day, wrote it for a day, changed it for a day, and finally wrote it.

The writing is rude, please forgive me.