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

Looking at the group of Buddhist disciples in front of them, the witch clansmen were a little confused.

Because they never leave the rainforest all year round, they naturally have no contact with Buddhism.

In the past, it was a simple matter for those who broke into the Wu Clan without opening their eyes and wanted to get a hair.

But now facing a group of monks and looking at their bright bald heads, these witch clans instantly lost their temper.

How could these people not have hair?

The Buddhists were also surprised at this time. The combat effectiveness of these witch clans was not strong, or even very weak.

At the same level, they are no match for Buddhist disciples. The main reason is that they don't seem to know how to use magic or body skills.

Indeed, the Witch Clan never practices magic or movement. They have their own unique training system, which is completely different from the outside world.

"Are these guys brainless? With this little strength, do you dare to cause trouble?"

"Whatever, kill them first."

"Nonsense, what we call this is degree transformation."

"Yes, yes, the poor monk has saved them."

It was outrageous that someone with such little strength dared to take the initiative to cause trouble. The Buddhist disciples were depressed for a while.

Or are these Dongzhou people just easy to bully from the perspective of Buddhism?

But no matter what the reason is, if they are beaten, they will be converted.

For a time, the Witch Clan suffered heavy casualties, but during the battle, some Witch Clan finally found an opportunity.

"Look, brother."

"what?"

"It's hairy."

"Um???"

One of the witch clansmen looked in the direction of his disciple's fingers and finally saw a handful of hair under the armpits of these Buddhist disciples.

For a moment, his eyes lit up.

These despicable humans are not weak. In a head-to-head confrontation, they, the Witch Clan, are no match. They can only win through the power of curses.

Now that he finally found a medium, the shaman started talking a lot, but the Buddhist disciples opposite him couldn't understand it anyway.

"What the hell are you talking about? You're going to die."

He didn't understand, so he simply didn't care, and directly attacked the pair of Wu Clan brothers.

However, what this Buddhist disciple didn't expect was that the pair of Wu brothers had no intention of evading his attack.

One of them restrained himself, while the other took the opportunity to grab his armpit.

Ok? ? ?

He only felt a slight pain, and then the Buddhist disciple turned his head to look at the witch clan aside in confusion.

What is this guy doing? We're fighting, why are you pulling my armpit hair?

It's puzzling. Are all the people in Dongzhou sick?

Everyone in Dao Yizong likes to steal one wave first, and then move on to the third wave. The Buddhist Dragon Claw hand was completely used by them beyond recognition.

Now this group of savages is even more outrageous, actually pulling armpit hair.

Moreover, after seeing this wizard successfully pull out a few armpit hairs, he still looked excited, as if he had won.

This kind of thing is not a special case. Faced with this group of Buddhist disciples who have no hair on their heads, the witch clan can only target their armpit hair.

For a time, many Buddhist disciples and even elders had their armpit hair pulled.

"Are these guys sick?"

"Or do they think pulling armpit hair means victory?"

"impossible."

"How is it impossible? Look, they are retreating."

"Um???"

Seeing the Wu clan retreating on their own initiative, the Buddhist disciples were completely depressed.

What the hell kind of rule is this? If you pull armpit hair, you win? This is a bit outrageous.

However, these savages retreated and the Buddhist disciples did not pursue them. What they needed now was to rest.

Moreover, a group of inexplicable savages is not the target of Buddhism. If they don't take the initiative to provoke them, Buddhism will not bother to pay attention to them.

Even after a great battle, Buddhism did not dare to take it lightly.

A group of saints arranged for their disciples to take turns to be on guard, while the rest were nursed back to health as quickly as possible.

At the same time, they also sent people to observe the situation of Dao Yi Zong outside the rain forest. They learned that Yi Zong had not left, but had no intention of pursuing him. The Buddhist saints were still confused, what was this Dao Yi Zong doing?

But since Dao Yizong didn't come after them, they just took the time to adjust.

There will definitely be another fierce battle with Daoyizong in the future, after the support from Xizhou arrives.

A number of Buddhist disciples crowded into the remaining starships, doing their best to nurse themselves cross-legged, trying to recover from their injuries in the shortest possible time.

As for the Wu clan who retreated on their own initiative just now, none of the disciples took it to heart.

However, what they don't know is that what comes next is the truly terrifying place for the Wu Clan.

After leaving the battlefield, all the witch clansmen knelt on the ground, holding an armpit hair of a Buddhist disciple in their hands.

He was muttering something in a low voice, but I couldn't understand it anyway. It should be a spell unique to the witch clan.

It is not that the major sects in the East Continent have not studied the curse power of the Witch Clan, but they all failed without exception.

Even if someone has studied the language of the Witch Clan and even tried every means to obtain the spell of the Witch Clan, they still cannot successfully cast the curse.

In the end, all the major sects in Dongzhou came to the conclusion that the power of the curse was inherent in the Witch Clan.

Without the blood of the Wu clan, it is impossible to learn through acquired skills.

This is a bit like the bloodline magical power of the demon clan.

It exists from birth, and the cultivation of it the day after tomorrow can only be said to strengthen the power of magical powers, but it is impossible to say that a new bloodline magical power can be cultivated out of thin air.

A witch tribe is scattered in the rain forest, and as they chant the spells in their mouths, the hair in their hands slowly disappears like magic.

At the same time, there was an inexplicable black energy slowly dispersing around these witch clans. It seemed that the whole scene gave people an extremely strange and gloomy feeling.

On the Buddhist side, some disciples have begun to feel that something is wrong.

The meditation was going well, but suddenly, one of the disciples started coughing violently.

The coughing sound continued for a long time, and the senior brother on the side expressed concern.

"What's wrong, junior brother, are you okay?"

"Senior brother, cough, cough, I don't know, cough, what's wrong, I suddenly feel unbearably hot in my lungs."

The junior brother tried his best to reply, but now he felt as if there was a fire burning in his chest.

Hearing this, the senior brother also looked puzzled. Wasn't he fine just now? This name suddenly became like this?

Moreover, Junior Brother was not seriously injured before.

But before the senior brother could figure it out, a black object suddenly protruded from the junior brother's mouth as he coughed violently.

"What is this...fuck..."

At first I didn't know what it was, but when I took a closer look, my senior brother's eyes widened instantly. What the hell is this shape like? Isn't it lungs?

He turned to look at his junior brother who was still coughing violently. His eyes were full of horror. Can this cough be coughed out of his own lungs? You are considered to be the No. 1 through the ages. How did you do it?

But, are you really okay now?