My life of martial arts training

When they came to the first floor, the proprietress and the waiter had disappeared, and the entire hall was filled with thick fog.

However, the thick fog could not spread to the second floor, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking the thick fog.

Once they entered the thick fog, the gray-white cotton wool transformed from the dead air fell on everyone, and their blood and qi became obscure, as if a cold breath had penetrated into their bodies.

Even if they used the true qi barrier, they could not completely avoid it, and some cotton wool still broke through the barrier.

However, this little trick naturally could not stop everyone's footsteps. Although it was a bit disgusting, it was not fatal.

Shen Yuan glanced at the whole audience. There were about thirty people in the whole place.

In addition to the three major demon sects, Hua Wanqian, and Long Aokong, there were three people in the Fusion Realm.

One was Cai Zhong, one was a hunchbacked old man, and one was a woman in colorful clothes.

The lineup was luxurious. As for the Condensation Realm, even the dead air outside might not be able to resist it, so all of them stayed in the inn.

As everyone left the inn, the deathly aura in the sky suddenly became thicker. Some weaker Qi Condensation Realm cultivators hurriedly practiced their skills to speed up the flow of Qi and blood, and only then could they resist it a little.

Although the thick fog obscured the vision, with the three major demon sects leading the way, everyone was not worried about getting lost.

After crossing several streets, they came to a dilapidated courtyard.

The eyeball on the left face of Guimu suddenly opened, and black light shot out. All the buildings touched by the black light were silently annihilated.

Devil Light of Destruction!

Seeing this scene, everyone present showed a solemn look.

Devil Light of Destruction is the unique skill of the Sin Eye Hall, which is said to be able to annihilate all matter in the world. Although it is exaggerated, the power of Devil Light of Destruction is indeed very strong and should not be underestimated.

However, the difficulty of practicing Devil Light of Destruction is extremely high, and it also requires the transplantation of special eyes. Only a very small number of disciples are qualified to practice it.

Not only that, his other pale eyeball also cultivated another unique skill of the Sin Eye Hall, the pale soul light, which is specifically for the soul.

It is extremely difficult for others to cultivate a unique skill, but it is extremely simple for Guimu to cultivate it, because he was born with four pupils. The eyes on his cheeks were not transplanted, but they were born.

When he was a child, he was regarded as a monster because of this. If it weren't for the disciples of the Sin Eye Hall passing by and taking Guimu back, he would definitely not survive.

After Guimu successfully cultivated, he returned and slaughtered the entire village.

Soon, the courtyard disappeared from everyone's eyes, leaving only the weed-covered backyard, the blue bricks on the ground were full of old marks, and in the center was a dry well.

"You, take someone down to have a look." Guimu looked coldly at a Cai Zhong.

"Why." Cai Zhong smiled, and his eyes turned cold involuntarily.

"Just because I am better than you." Guimu snorted coldly.

"Really? Then let's try." Cai Zhong did not give in at all, and a white bell appeared.

The magic way emphasizes hitting with one punch, so as not to hit with a hundred punches. Once the tendency of decadence is revealed, it will be a storm-like blow.

"Looking for death!" Guimu's eyes were gloomy, and black beams burst out.

Cai Zhong picked up the big bell and slapped it hard with his right palm.

Dong!

The dull bell sound was soul-stirring, and circles of sound waves spread out along the mouth of the bell, without escaping at all, and all the sound waves bombarded the annihilation magic light.

The annihilation magic light was twisted into a twist and slowly dissipated, but the power of the sound waves did not decrease, and continued to attack Guimu.

Swish!

A pale light shot out from the right eyeball, and the two collided violently in the void, and substantial ripples surged in all directions.

"Brother, Mo Lian, Xia Xuehuo and others have already gone down." Qiu San of Zuimutang reminded.

In the blink of an eye, only the Zuimutang and Cai Zhong teams were left.

A cold killing intent flashed in the eyes of the two men, but they did not dare to waste time and turned to enter the dry well.

"Brother, let's keep a low profile so that we can fight for the soul fruit." Qiu San said cautiously.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Guimu glanced at him.

"Master... Junior Brother doesn't dare." Cold sweat oozed from Qiu San's forehead, and his body trembled slightly.

"Hmph." Guimu's eyes were dim, and I don't know what he was thinking.

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The dry well was not deep, and there was a deep passage at the bottom. A series of shrill voices came from the depths of the passage.

Before seeing the soul fruit, there was no dispute between the people, but they were also separated by a distance of ten feet to prevent the other party from suddenly attacking.

After walking more than three hundred feet, they saw a little green light in front.

The shrill screams were endless, making people irritable.

After leaving the passage, a huge, terrifying black tree came into view.

"The Soul Tree!"

Everyone's eyes showed a fiery look.

"Master Mingdao, who is the other one?" Mo Lian looked at the figure in front of him and frowned slightly.

"Everyone, you are here." Chen Yuan turned around with a smile on his face.

"Please be patient, the Soul Fruit is not yet ripe."

"Commander of the Dali Chimang Army, Chen Yuan!" The hunchbacked old man showed a solemn expression.

"I didn't expect that even the court's lackeys dared to get involved." Guimu said coldly with a gloomy face.

"Hehe, even a monster like you who is neither human nor ghost has come here, why should I not dare." Chen Yuan said lightly.

"You!" Guimu was furious and was about to open his eyes to attack.

"Guimu, don't make it difficult for me." Mo Lian's tone was calm, and there was a coldness in his eyes. The Soul Fruit was not yet ripe, so he couldn't mess around.

The others also looked at the Sin Eye Hall with unfriendly eyes.

"Everyone, the Sin Eye Hall is a rat shit. It is better to kill them first, so that they will not go crazy later." Cai Zhong sneered.

Anyway, they have already offended each other, so why not kill them now.

"Cai Zhong, don't spit blood." Qiu San said angrily, cursing in his heart. He didn't know why Guimu was crazy and so high-profile at this time.

Guimu's face was as gloomy as water. He seemed to sense the crisis, and his eyes rolled around.

"Let's go." He snorted coldly and walked to the side.

The disciples of the Sin Eye Hall relaxed. Fortunately, Guimu was just crazy, not stupid, and knew to give in.

"What a pity." Cai Zhong sighed in his heart. If you don't kill the snake, there will be endless troubles.

The crowd quickly divided into seven teams, with clear distinctions between each other, and looked at the Nether Soul Tree.

At this time, most of the trunk of the Nether Soul Tree was submerged in a layer of sticky gray liquid, which was a very high concentration of dead air, almost liquid.

Seven dark blue dots of light were faintly visible in the dense black flesh whiskers. They were the light of life injected by the Dark Daoist. Only after the final transformation in the endless dead air could they become the Dark Soul Fruit.

"Could it be that there are seven Dark Soul Fruits this time?" Xia Xuehuo said excitedly with bright eyes.

"It may not be possible to breed seven." The hunchbacked old man shook his head.