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

Facing the calm Sun Ming, the disciples of Wanjiang Pavilion were completely angry.

One by one, they rushed forward and tried their best. Seeing this, Mr. Mo finally suppressed everyone with the pressure of the Holy Realm and said displeased.

"That's enough. Do you have any rules in Wanjiang Pavilion? This is the Alchemist Alliance."

Facing the three major holy places, the Alchemy Alliance may have to be respectful, but when it comes to other sects, the Alchemy Alliance is totally worthy of their respect.

After being scolded by Mr. Mo, all the disciples of Wanjiang Pavilion also calmed down.

They didn't dare to make any more impulsive moves, but everyone still glared at Sun Ming angrily.

Faced with this situation, Mr. Mo looked at the disciples of Wanjiang Pavilion, then at Sun Ming, and sighed deeply.

"Sun Ming, you...sigh..."

Mr. Mo didn't know what to say, but Sun Ming said calmly.

"Do you think my soul-reviving pill has harmed you?"

"Isn't it? Take a look at my hair for yourself."

"Take a good look at my bald head."

"I...wuwuwu..."

There was even a female disciple who cried in grievance.

But in the face of the accusations from the disciples of Wanjiang Pavilion, Sun Ming opened his mouth and said.

"Stop crying, I'm just asking you, just tell me whether the soul pill will work this time."

"This..............."

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples of Wanjiang Pavilion were stunned. Does it work? The answer is obvious.

Except for the hair loss, there is nothing wrong with the rest of the soul pill this time.

The powerful effect shocked all the disciples of Wanjiang Pavilion. Many disciples had regarded it as a divine elixir before.

Of course, this is before hair falls out.

Seeing all the disciples stunned, Sun Ming shook his head.

"Since it works, what else is there to say? As the saying goes, a good plaster can only pull out the pus if it is just a little flaw."

"What does it matter if it's just a little side effect?"

After saying that, Sun Ming turned around and left without talking nonsense to everyone.

The disciples of Wanjiang Pavilion just watched Sun Ming return to the small courtyard. It was not until the door slammed shut that everyone came back to their senses.

"I...this...senior brother, why do I feel like something is wrong?"

"Me too."

But there is nothing wrong with what they said. Apart from hair loss, in other aspects, this time the soul pill is definitely a magic pill.

Moreover, Mr. Mo personally checked it for them, and there were no problems at all in other aspects.

Seeing that all the disciples were silent and confused, Mr. Mo comforted them in time.

"You don't have to worry about it so much. Hair will grow out at some point. In today's war of genocide, which one is more important, hair or life? The most important thing is that the elixir is effective."

"Mr. Mo, we..."

"Okay, okay, I will explain this matter to Li Jianxin. You can go back first. I don't need to pursue anything about today's matter."

"I.........Okay, then we will leave, Mr. Mo."

"Let's go."

Now that the words have come to this point, the disciples of Wanjiang Pavilion naturally find it hard to say anything.

With Mr. Mo's help, this time the soul pill was indeed a good pill, except for some minor side effects.

In the end, Wanjiange did not continue to pursue the matter, but as soon as the matter spread, many human monks swore that they would never take the soul-reviving pill.

The male monks are better off, but those female monks who are naturally fond of beauty will not take this soul pill at all.

Even if he is seriously injured, he will never eat.

No, in the next few days, conflicts of various sizes continued between the human race and the undead, with both sides suffering casualties.

On this day, Tiandao Valley, which had just experienced a bloody battle with the undead, returned to its base. Many disciples were seriously injured.

Among them, the soul of Bai Honghua, the daughter of the owner of Tiandao Valley, was severely injured, and her face turned pale.

After taking several pills, he still didn't feel better, so many disciples nearby tried to persuade him.

"Senior sister, just take this soul-reviving pill."

"Yes, senior sister, this soul pill is now recognized as the most effective pill for treating soul wounds."

But in the face of everyone's persuasion, Bai Honghua refused to agree.

"No, I would rather die than take this soul pill."

She knew that this time the soul pill had side effects, and she would never allow herself to become bald.

Bai Honghua felt ashamed and angry at the thought of losing all her hair and looking like a bald head.

But seeing that Bai Honghua's aura was getting more and more chaotic, and the other pills had no effect at all, the brothers and sisters were really anxious.

Originally, there were not many elixirs for treating soul wounds, but now other elixirs have no effect. Only this time the soul elixir can save lives.

Just when the disciples' persuasion was fruitless, Bai Ke, the employer of Tiandao Valley, walked in and shouted angrily.

"Nonsense, don't you know which is more important, life or hair?"

"father.........."

Hearing this, Bai Honghua spoke stubbornly, but before she could finish speaking, Bai Ke had already taken the soul-reviving pill and said without any doubt.

"Stop talking nonsense and eat it."

"I do not want."

"Don't make me whip you."

"Dad, you know this soul pill has side effects."

"So what? It's just a little hair loss. How can monks like us stick to details."

"I will not eat."

"You have to eat even if you don't want to eat today."

With that said, Bai Ke was not polite at all, he forcefully opened his daughter's mouth and stuffed the soul-reviving pill into it.

As the elixir entered her body, Bai Honghua's complexion quickly improved.

The people who had been watching were also overjoyed.

"It's working, it really works."

"Sister, save your life, your hair will grow back in the future."

"you..........."

But before everyone could be happy for a long time, Bai Honghua, whose condition had improved, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of black blood, and she fainted.

"Honghua, what's wrong with you? Don't scare dad."

Seeing this, Bai Ke was immediately stunned. Didn't everything get better just now? Why did he suddenly pass out?

After another inspection, Bai Ke was immediately stunned. He saw that Bai Honghua's soul actually looked like it was broken.

Bai Ke naturally knows what the consequences of a broken soul will be. By then, it will really be impossible for a god to save him.

"Quickly, go and invite the leader of Rendan Alliance."

Without any hesitation, Bai Ke immediately ordered people to go to the Alchemy Alliance to invite the leader of the Alchemy Alliance.

He only has one daughter. If Bai Honghua has any shortcomings, how can he, Bai Ke, live?

When I think of that tigress at home, I absolutely want to tear him alive.

Even if not, he, Bai Ke, would go with his daughter.

Many disciples on the side were also frightened at this time, and some even murmured to themselves.

"How could it be useless? The effect of the soul-reviving pill is so overbearing, how could it be useless?"

This disciple also has a big bald head, which proves that he has personally experienced the effects of the soul-reviving pill.

Therefore, he has absolute confidence in the soul-reviving pill. He has never seen such a powerful pill, except for the few side effects.

But this time, why is it useless to the senior sister's injury?