My life of martial arts training

The White Walkers are immortal, and except for some specific powers, they cannot be harmed at all, and death energy just happens not to be a specific power.

It took him twenty years to find the wax ghosts, and another fifteen years to figure out how to control them, and another five years to perfect the plan and strive for perfection.

It has been more than ninety years since he got the Wraith Tree, and his life span is almost over, with only one year left at most.

"But as long as I get the Wraith Fruit, I still have a chance!" The Dark Daoist looked at the Wraith Tree enthusiastically, as if he was looking at a peerless beauty.

"But unfortunately, the news here has been leaked." He sighed.

This is his hope for a comeback, this is the continuation of his life, this is everything he has!

In order to get to this point, he has paid too much, he has been possessed by the devil, and in his heart, he has nothing to ask for except to complete this goal.

"All those who block my way to success must die!" The hunched figure of the Dark Daoist revealed a strong murderous aura.

Chen Yuan, who was standing by, could not help but feel his scalp tingling when he noticed the evil spirit emanating from the Dark Daoist.

He did not think that the Dark Daoist was bragging. This old man could really do it. Once there was no hope, the other party would arouse the dead air underground. When the huge dead air exploded, everyone would die.

This was also the reason why the Dark Daoist was willing to find an ally. One person wanted to stop those evil wolves, but he was not strong enough.

But if he found too many allies, he was afraid that the benefits would be unevenly distributed, because he did not know how many Dark Soul Fruits he could produce, and it would eventually turn into inviting wolves into the house.

After thinking it over and over again, he finally found Chen Yuan alone, so that there would be no internal strife, after all, the fortress is often easiest to break from the inside.

"Hmm?" A faint sobbing sound came from behind the two.

A woman in a white dress opened her eyes and looked at the horrific scene in front of her. Her eyes instantly became moist, tears rolled, and she looked pitiful.

"You, what do you want to do?" At the same time, Ming Yuxuan, who had woken up, protected his sister behind him, and suddenly felt that a disaster was coming.

"Feel honored, your sacrifice will witness the birth of two body-refining realms, and afterwards, I will definitely repay your Ming family." The Dark Daoist said calmly.

"Daddy, where are you?" Ming Yuxia cried out, and in front of the two, she had no ability to resist at all.

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Two days later.

The thick fog in Kulin Town intensified further, and everyone's spiritual perception was further compressed.

And there were gray-white cotton-like objects floating in the sky, giving people a dead and ominous feeling.

The outer dense forest has completely withered, turning into gray-white waxy trees, weird and eerie.

"Not yet? It's been three days, Brother Shi, do you think the Dark Daoist has succeeded?" Long Aokong paced back and forth in the room, irritably said.

"Mingdao, it has already begun." Shi Wen'an reached out to catch a small section of grayish-white cotton-like material. As soon as the cotton-like material landed on his hand, it quickly dissipated. At the same time, the blood and qi in his palm became somewhat obscure.

These cotton-like materials are condensed from high-concentration dead air. Once a Bone Forging Realm warrior touches them, he will fall seriously ill.

"The vitality outside has been completely drained away, the structure has collapsed, and the dead air cannot be suppressed. At most three days, the dead air underground will erupt, and this place will become a Jedi. Perhaps after more than ten years, the dead air will calm down, and it will be a Feng Shui treasure land for raising corpses." He smiled slightly. How could he forget his century-old profession just by saying so?

In the empty underground, wisps of white mist infiltrated from nowhere, filling the entire underground with thin white mist.

The Wheel of Life is pure white, with auspicious beasts engraved on it, emitting milky white light. At this time, it is floating in the air, absorbing white mist wantonly, forming a landscape of a dragon sucking water.

The Wheel of Life slowly turned, continuously purifying the white mist containing the life force.

"Ah!"

The sharp, piercing screams were like a shock wave, sweeping in all directions.

The corpses at the end of the fleshy tendrils of the Nether Soul Tree all showed painful expressions, and the scales on the trunk cracked, oozing black, smelly sap.

"Are you done? The Nether Soul Tree can no longer hold it." Chen Yuan said solemnly.

"Not enough." The Dark Daoist shook his head and said:

"The Nether Soul Fruit is a miracle in the endless death energy, and it is not so easy to be born."

"Roar!"

The fleshy tendrils of the Nether Soul Tree frantically pulled out towards the wax ghost, trying to break through the layer of restraints on its body and repel the death energy.

But how could the Dark Daoist not guess this, and made a layer of defense on the wax ghost to ensure that the wax ghost could always stick to the Nether Soul Tree.

Two hours later.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The Soul Tree went completely crazy, and the cracks on the trunk expanded further. The fleshy trunk could already be seen. Thousands of flesh whiskers swept randomly, causing the entire underground space to shake and the bones to shatter and fly.

"They are coming soon." Chen Yuan said.

Such a big movement, even if the formation has been set up, it can't be hidden from those people.

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Just as Chen Yuan thought, after the Soul Tree went crazy.

On the eighth floor of the inn, Mo Lian slowly opened his eyes, and a bright white light flashed in his eyes.

"Soul Fruit." Mo Lian sighed lightly, his eyes were hot. Although he was a Buddhist disciple of the Endless White Bone Temple, he couldn't use the resources at will.

There are three Buddhist disciples in this generation of the Endless White Bone Temple. Although the other two Buddhist disciples are not as good as him, they have a deeper background than him and do the most. However, the good resources are often taken away by the other two, and he can only get some scraps.

"A group of stubborn old things. When I become a Bodhisattva (Qi Refining Realm), I will definitely clean up the White Bone Temple to prove the Buddhist principles in my heart." A cold light flashed in his eyes, like an evil beast that chooses people to eat.

Mo Lian got up from the bed and the door of the room opened automatically.

"Zen Master." The monk guarding the door outside saluted.

"Follow me." Mo Lian said.

The seventh floor of the inn.

In a room, Guimu held a black roulette in his hand and stroked it gently: "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it. The Wheel of Life actually appeared in the hands of the Hades. It's really God's help!"

"Hahaha."

He showed a hideous smile at the corner of his mouth. The appearance of the black roulette is seven points like the Wheel of Life, but it is engraved with vicious beasts, emitting a dark light.

"Big Brother, the Demon Lotus has already set off."

"Let's go." Guimu quickly stood up, opened the room, and led people downstairs.

When they came to the corner, they just saw the people from the Paradise Palace. The two sides glanced at each other, without any words, and went downstairs.

The actions of the three major demon sects were mighty and unconcealed. Some of the other people living in the inn followed them downstairs, preparing to fish in troubled waters, and some stayed in the room to try to be safe.

"Let's set off too." Shi Wen'an said.

"Yes." Shen Yuan nodded.