My life of martial arts training

The next day.

It was already dawn, and the town was filled with fog, blocking the view. The buildings were hazy in the fog.

On the street in front of the inn, a group of people were gathered, pointing and whispering.

There were two corpses lying on the ground. The corpse on the left had his eyes open, and his body was pale and dry, as if all the life energy in his body had been absorbed. The other one didn't look like a corpse. From all aspects, it was clearly a wax figure.

The face showed a solemn expression, stiff and motionless, and the skin was unnatural and sick like a wax figure. When the palm was pressed, it felt hard and slippery, as if touching a layer of wax.

And a white spine was tightly wrapped around the neck of the wax figure. The death was extremely miserable. This wax figure corpse was the monk who took action yesterday.

"The people from the Endless White Bone Temple and the Sin Eye Hall are coming. Get out of the way quickly." Someone in the crowd said in a low voice.

Compared with the disciples of the Sin Eye Hall, the monks of the Endless White Bone Temple are normal.

The people in the Sin Eye Hall all had one or two eyeballs transplanted on their bodies. Some had animal pupils, and some had human pupils, which were extremely strange.

The crowd immediately dispersed, not daring to watch.

Mo Lian looked at the corpse on the ground with an expressionless face, clasped his hands together, and chanted: Amitabha.

Gui Mu was dressed in a black robe and had a thin figure, but what was chilling was that he had two eyeballs on his cheeks. The eyeball on the left cheek was completely black, and the eyeball on the right cheek was completely pale. At this time, the two eyeballs were moving restlessly.

"Ming Dao Ren, you are very capable." A hint of coldness flashed in Gui Mu's eyes. His men had been living with him all night, but he had never noticed that his men had disappeared from beginning to end. This strength alone was enough for him to pay attention to.

"Mo Lian, even you didn't notice it?" He frowned and asked.

Mo Lian was silent, and it was unknown what he was thinking. Last night, he noticed something was wrong and wanted to chase him out, but was stopped by another look.

Once he chased him out, all the monks under his command would be killed, and the loss would outweigh the gain.

"Who is that person, and what about the obscure little action before?" He thought to himself, even with the Eight Consciousnesses, he couldn't help but feel a little tricky.

"Tsk tsk, is this still the famous Endless Bones Temple and Sin Eye Hall? How come they are indifferent even when their disciples are killed." Xia Xuehuo moved lightly with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth.

Guimu glanced at her coldly, and a black light burst out from his left eyeball, covering the corpse. The corpse, including the stone slab on the ground, disappeared without a trace, leaving a big pit.

Mo Lian didn't even look at Xia Xuehuo, and a white light shot out from his fingertips, and the wax corpse decomposed into powder bit by bit.

After the two of them dealt with the corpse, they turned back to the inn.

"Humph." Xia Xuehuo looked a little ugly.

Whether it is the magic lotus or the ghost eye, their talents and strength are stronger than hers. It is useless to fight hard to get the opportunity from them.

"As long as the Six Desires Heavenly Demon Formation is completed, you will all become my servants." A cold light flashed in her eyes, and she left with a flick of her sleeves.

Everyone's eyes flickered and they left one after another.

An hour later, the sky was bright, but the fog in Kulin Town never dissipated. Instead, it became thicker as time passed.

And the streets were empty, without a single figure, and dead silence.

Creak.

Long Aokong pushed the door open and said, "You are right. Except for the inn, all the townspeople in Kulin Town have disappeared, including those warriors on the street yesterday."

"The plan of the dark Taoist has begun. He needs a huge vitality to promote the birth of the 'extreme of life'." Shi Wen'an stood at the door, looking at the Kulin Town shrouded in thick fog, and explained.

"What exactly is the extreme of life? Hua Wanqian didn't send back a message." Long Aokong said impatiently.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Sir, your breakfast is here." The waiter's voice came from outside the door.

Just as Long Aokong was about to refuse, he suddenly opened the door.

The waiter stood at the door with two boxes in his hands, smiling: "Sir, your breakfast."

"Yes." Long Aokong took the boxes and turned to close the door.

He opened the boxes, searched through them, and was a little dumbfounded: "Where is the note? Where is the message?"

"What era is it? Who still uses such a clumsy trick." Shi Wen'an was speechless, and a bug the size of a grain of rice appeared in his hand.

"Damn." Long Aokong was a little angry, grabbed a juicy chicken leg, and bit it hard.

The bug exploded in Shi Wen'an's palm, and the white juice turned into three big words: Soul Fruit.

"Soul Fruit?" Shi Wen'an's eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam of light.

"What? The Soul Fruit?" Long Aokong shouted excitedly. If there hadn't been a formation in the room, this sound would definitely attract the attention of most people.

Shen Yuan couldn't help but look at it sideways.

The Soul Fruit is a top-level spiritual object that assists in breaking through the Body Refining Realm. Even if the body and soul do not meet the minimum standard for impacting the Body Refining Realm, it can promote the fusion of the body and soul.

It can be said that most warriors who impact the Body Refining Realm fall at this step. The spirit is like a key that opens the divine gate of the human body.

If it succeeds, there is no need to say more. If it fails, the gene collapses and turns into a pool of unconscious rotten meat.

"No wonder it attracts so many people. It turns out to be this kind of rare spiritual object." Shi Wen'an muttered to himself, and the heat in his eyes could not be suppressed. He thought it was an ordinary auxiliary spiritual object, but he really didn't expect it to be such a treasure.

Even though he had once broken through to the Qi Refining Realm and had more experience than others, he still needed to be cautious when facing the Divine Gate. He could capsize if he was not careful.

If he got the Soul Fruit again, he would have an 80% chance of success and return to the Body Refining Realm.

But if he wanted to snatch food from the tiger's mouth, with his current strength, it might not be enough.

He glanced at Shen Yuan, who was sitting beside him, and was slightly stunned.

The other party's expression was too calm. Even when facing the Soul Fruit, he seemed indifferent.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, are you confident about breaking through the Divine Gate?" Shi Wen'an asked.

Long Aokong looked up.

"Hmm?" Shen Yuan smiled slightly and said, "I haven't broken through the Qi Fusion Realm yet, so I can't be too ambitious."

Shi Wen'an's mouth twitched, and he cursed in his heart: What's the difference between the Qi Fusion Realm and a layer of window paper for a monster like you.

"If Fellow Daoist Shen is willing to help, I am willing to pay for it." He said solemnly.

"Oh, then Ming Zongqiang's children won't be saved?" Shen Yuan did not respond, but changed the subject.

"The Ming family will still turn around even if they are missing." Shi Wen'an said lightly. At this moment, blood and family affection had long been thrown out of his mind. Even if the Soul Fruit has only a 10% chance of success, the sacrifice must be made.

As for the Mingshen Qingxin Jade, we can think of other ways.

"Then I came in with you in vain?" Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes.

"Don't worry, the conditions still count." Shi Wen'an explained.

"Okay, I can help you or you get the Soul Fruit. I only have one request." Shen Yuan grinned.

"What?"

Shi Wen'an and Long Aokong felt a thump in their hearts, and had a bad premonition, and then they only heard Shen Yuan slowly say:

"Three 'disaster' level aliens!"