Back in his barracks, Mao Rui took a good look at the seven methods that could be combined with soul bodies in his mind, chose one of them, took out two groups of soul bodies and began to try.

Since the old woman turned into a puddle of minced meat, Hongling no longer dared to stay in the largest barracks, weaving a decent reason to live with two female disciples of the Jade Ding Sect, as for the old woman's body has not been cleaned up yet, but the barracks has been closed, and the old woman is in retreat.

At this critical juncture, Hongling didn't dare to let anyone know that her protector was dead.

Hongling, who was always panting and restless, couldn't calm down and force herself to cultivate, and whenever she closed her eyes, the miserable death of the old woman would come to her mind and linger.

Seeing that the two female cultivators who lived together were cultivating, Hongling thought about leaving the camp alone and came to a very secluded place, where there were already two people hiding in the dark waiting for Hongling to arrive.

Before it even dawned, Mao Rui had consumed all of his soul bodies.

Most of them are lost in the process of familiarizing themselves with the seven methods, and most of them are not well controlled, and they are burned by the nameless karma before they even start casting spells.

After half a night, apart from a little understanding of the seven methods, Mao Rui could be said to have gained nothing.

However, Mao Rui is not discouraged, the so-called art industry has a specialization, after all, things like souls have also been exposed to soul searching, saying that his lethality to souls is definitely not low, and a lot of karmic fire is burned to death. But to say that the understanding of the soul is just a layman.

Really let him, a layman, easily master the seven methods in half a night, where is the face of a ghost cultivator like Mao Zhe?

Since there were no soul bodies to consume, Mao Rui took out the talisman materials and began to replenish the talisman reserves, waiting for the war to start before collecting the soul body.

Two days later, Mao Rui jumped off the Xiongguan and started a new round of demon killing journey.

Simply and rudely killed two demon beasts with his fists, put away the soul body and corpse, and saw an ugly-looking unknown demon beast a few feet away baring its fangs at a Terran monk who was lying in a pool of blood, and was about to enjoy the food.

Casually recognized two talismans to knock the ugly demon beast back, and before the ugly demon beast pounced on the monk in the pool of blood again, he cracked the demon beast's skull with one punch, and finally used his restraint hand to end the ugly life of the demon beast.

After collecting the corpse, he ignored the monk and went to hunt other demon beasts along the Xiongguan.

Mao Rui is not a bad person, it is not the first time that a fellow Terran like this has been killed on the battlefield, he can help if he sees it, and if he can't help, he will pull him down, and he will not put himself in danger for an irrelevant person.

As for rescuing people, they won't have too many entanglements with the other party, let alone think about what will happen to the rescued person in the future, and whether they can return to Xiongguan alive.

Just like now, Mao Rui only had one breath left when he saw this person lying in a pool of blood, and he only helped him kill the demon beast closest to him, and he had no idea of saving this person or bringing this person back to Xiongguan.

Those who dare to come to the border are ready to die, and those who dare to come out of Xiongguan must be prepared not to go back, just like him Mao Rui.

"Wait... One... "The monk who was lying in a pool of blood, with tattered clothes on his body, and couldn't tell the sect's sect was weak, and called out to Mao Rui, who was about to leave.

Mao Rui stopped, turned his head and looked at the other party with cold eyes, and said without the slightest pity: "You should understand, not waiting for you to be completely killed by this demon beast, and then taking away the objects on your body, is already considered benevolence, and you still think I can't save you?"

In a pool of blood, the monk recognized a blood-stained storage bag, and forced his last breath to say, "With all your wealth, please bring my body back... How?"

Dying here will only be reduced to food, which is too cruel for a foundation building monk, how can it be more beautiful, it is best for the people of the sect to bring his relatively complete body to his hometown, the town where his ancestors have lived for generations.

Staring into this person's eyes, what Mao Rui saw in it was not the unwillingness to face death, but a kind of longing, and a little extravagance.

Mao Rui bent down to pick up the storage bag and whispered: "Deal." ”

The monk grinned and exhaled his last.

When Mauri got up, the monk was dead, his eyes closed.

He didn't put his body in the space bag, and returned to Xiongguan with him in his arms.

I didn't know which sect this person was a disciple of, so I couldn't bring him back to the sect where I was, so I simply carried him to the ring where all the foundation building monks could participate, and the ring here was the place with the largest number of people that Mao Rui knew.

Gently put him on the ground, wiped the blood from his face with a clean cloth, revealing his full appearance for others to identify, and then quietly waited for someone from his sect who knew him to pass by.

Someone among the onlookers on the other side of the ring immediately discovered Mao Rui and the corpse in front of him, after all, it was not far away, and there was a strong smell of blood on the corpse, so it was really not difficult for cultivators with keen senses to find it.

More and more people came to Mao Rui from the ring, some people shook their heads and left when they saw people they didn't know, and some people respected with their own system of etiquette, but there was no pointing, and the dead were the greatest, and there was still some respect.

Someone's expression changed, as if he knew the man on the ground, but he felt unsure, and finally hurried away.

A quarter of an hour later, a group of Tsukiji monks in the same costume followed a middle-aged man and squeezed through the crowd to Mao Rui.

"It's Senior Brother Ruan, the sect I joined with him, and I also sat together to discuss my cultivation experience and drank wine twice. A young man recognized the identity of the man on earth and said with a sad expression.

"This person is a disciple of my Dilun Mountain, thank you for this... The little Taoist friend brought his body back. The middle-aged man hugged Mao Rui to express his gratitude.

Mao Rui took out the bloodstained storage bag from his waist and shook it in front of the middle-aged man: "Don't thank me, it's just a deal between me and him, he will give me all his net worth, and I will bring him back." Now that the person has brought it back, as for this storage bag... Are you going to take it back?"

The middle-aged man looked at the storage bag and shook his head without the slightest hesitation: "Although Dilun Mountain is not a top-level sect, it is not so stingy that it wants to snatch back the relics of the disciples under the sect. ”

Mao Rui grinned: "He said two words to me before he died, the first one was for me to bring him back, and I have done it." If you want to get the bag back, I'll give it to you directly, but you won't hear the second sentence. ”

Mao Rui looked down at the corpse of the Ruan Xing monk lying there, and said softly: "He said, I hope you can bury him in his hometown, according to the funeral customs of his hometown. ”

This sentence was not actually said by Brother Ruan, but Mao Rui guessed it through his eyes.

If they wanted to take out the storage bag back, Mao Rui would hand over the storage bag, but he would destroy the body at his feet at the same time as he handed over the storage bag.

It's just that to Mao Rui's surprise, not only did the middle-aged man show no signs of taking it back, but even the group of young monks behind him didn't show any unusual expressions.

This made Mao Rui have a good impression of this person who had not yet heard of Dilun Mountain, so he had the words of himself later.

"Does Senior Brother Ruan have anything else to say?" asked the young man who had identified the deceased and had drunk with the deceased before his death.

"No, I only had one breath left when I met him, and it was hard to say two sentences. Mao Rui shook his head, and finally took out the corpse of an ugly demon beast with a split skull from the space bag, and the demon beast's claws were still stained with the blood of Ruan Xing Monk.

"This murderer's corpse is what I gave you for free. After saying that, he walked out of the crowd and continued to the front line.

The middle-aged man hugged Mao Rui again, waved his hand to put the corpses of one person and one demon into the storage bag, and left with the disciples.

The war lasted for three days, and Mao Rui stayed outside Xiongguan for three days, and met two Tianyuan Pavilion corpses in the space bag on the way, and waited for the demon beast to retreat to find the deacon who stayed here to record the performance for everyone, and handed over the corpses including the two storage bags.

The deacon, who looked at the old man, sighed, said that he would take care of the aftermath of the two, and waved Mao Rui away.

Back at the camp, he first treated the wounds on his body and began to study the Seven Methods again.

In half a month, just like Mao Zhe requested, Mao Rui did not go to Hongling or anyone else for trouble, as soon as the army of demon beasts began to attack, he went to the front line to kill demons, and when the demon beasts retreated, they returned to the camp to study the soul body.

The duty can no longer be the duty, and even Mao Rui, who had an opportunity to harm the Huangpu family and Huangpu Rong, chose to give up.

And as time went by, the irritability in Mao Rui's heart became stronger and stronger, especially today, and he didn't want to do anything, because in the morning, Mao Zhe sent a message that he was going to advance at noon, and the location was on the battlefield outside the Xiongguan in the 26th District, so that Mao Rui could go and watch if he was interested.

Mao Rui, who was already irritable because of the slow progress of his own cultivation, really wanted to rush out and beat Mao Zhe to death when he received the news, why not be so angry, showing off that you Mao Zhe is faster than me or what?

After receiving the news, the mood to hunt the demon beast was gone, so he hid in the barracks.

Lying on the bed, I wanted to sleep, and I slept until the end of Mao Zhe's advancement tomorrow, but I couldn't sleep after turning it over.

In the end, after thinking about it, I decided to take a look, according to Shizun, the scene of ten thousand ghosts devouring bodies is not something that can be seen at any time.

'I'm here to see the scene of ten thousand ghosts devouring bodies, not to see you Mao Zhe's advanced Jindan stage. Mao Rui convinced himself in his heart.

After calculating the time, there was still an hour before noon, but Mao Rui, who said that he didn't want to see it, came to Xiongguan in the 26th district early, did nothing, just sat on the edge and smoked, waiting for noon to come.