Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

A mid-level magic weapon, in the entire mountain, only the ancient dust sword of Shushan Shenshan Jianyi has reached this rank.

Its power was so strong that it was a shock in the Dazhongshan Immortal Cultivation Conference, and it instantly suppressed the internalized god elder of the Taolin Mu family.

Originally came to the rank above Nascent Soul, turned into a god and turned into a god, that is, began to evolve towards the gods! The monks have already begun to lose their physical mortalities, and there is no simple character.

Fighting within the same level, even if there is a gap, it is not so easy to distinguish the winner.

But the Shenshan sword pair turned into a god in the Mu family, but it seemed to be so destructive.

Among them, the power of Shenshan Jianyi is undoubtedly unquestionable, but among them, the Guchen Feijian of the middle grade of the earth level also played a pivotal role in it.

Even enough to make senior monks of their level fight.

And Jiang Li's burial coffin was originally a magic weapon built according to the design drawings of an ancient artifact.

It is only due to the limitations of materials and aura in this era that the effect of the final product has shrunk to such a degree.

Without the addition of coffin nails, there is only the embarrassing rank of the top grade of Xuanjie.

Fortunately, after the coffin was soaked in the underwater cemetery for a hundred or two hundred years, it finally fell into Jiang Li's hands.

Under his great investment regardless of cost and consumption.

The Yin burial coffin is nourished and strengthened, and the congenital deficiencies are supplemented little by little under the action of spiritual energy, demon blood, ghosts, Jiuyoumu and other things.

Before Jiang Li broke through the foundation building, he successfully crossed the threshold and was promoted to the earth-level magic weapon.

Now another coffin nail has been driven into it, and it has gone a step further.

If all seven coffin nails are driven in, I don't know how far this coffin will end up.

. . . .

Seven days later, Fengyang City, in front of Wanyang Tower.

Standing at the end of the crowded street, Jiang Li looked at the secret realm of the fairy family above his head, and his mouth couldn't help but wonder.

The auction venue of Wanyang Building, Jiang Li originally thought it was just a venue on the upper floor of the building.

Now that I'm on the scene, I realize that's not the case at all.

That auction house is simply an island that floats above the sky all the year round!

At the Zongmen Grand Competition, when he saw the entire Changqing Hall lifted into the sky, he was surprised by the cultivator's might and proud of the strength of the Zongmen.

Unexpectedly, when I arrived in Fengyang City, I realized that my previous experience in Dazhong Mountain was a little too outdated.

Compared with this kind of big city in the Eastern Region, the handwriting of the Tibetan Scripture Valley is a little insignificant.

This island, just smashing it down, is enough to destroy a sect.

At the gate of Wanyang Tower, hundreds of beautiful and beautiful women with smiles are acting as service personnel, guiding guests to the floating auction hall.

Behind them, dozens of indifferent black-clothed guards, with magic weapons of high rank around their waists, stood silently in the hidden places.

One after another sharp eyes swept through the crowd, preventing all dangerous situations from happening.

Judging from the breath that faintly infiltrated from these guards, there were actually ten people inside, all serious Jindan cultivators, without any water.

The rest are at least at the level of the Core Formation Stage.

In places where Jiang Li could not see, there might be more powerful monks watching everything silently.

In Dazhong Mountain, Jindan cultivator is a high-level elder who is enough to take charge of himself.

But the person who put it here and took it out casually to guard the door also had ten golden pills.

This handwriting is an operation that Dazhongshan cannot learn.

All aspects here are enough to illustrate the huge gap between Fengyang City and Dazhong Mountain.

However, Jiang Li is not discouraged, a bigger stage can make him grow faster. As long as there are enough states superimposed on him, he Jiang Li is confident that he will not lose to anyone.

In front of Wanyang Tower today, the crowd is extremely crowded.

Because according to the auction list disclosed by the organizer this time, among the finale auction items, there are earth-level medicinal pills that defy the sky and change fate, the divine passage method handed down from ancient times, and the incomparably powerful earth-level magic weapon!

How many people have never seen these things in their lives, even if they can't afford to buy them, it's good to take a look.

Moreover, Wanyanglou is very smart, and every time it is auctioned, it will release some ancient fragments and ancient strange objects that are difficult to judge the specific value.

There are also some really buried good things in there.

As a result, in this auction venue, there are often scenes of lucky monks picking up treasures at low prices.

This has greatly hit the psychology of those ordinary monks with little capital.

Give it a try, in case you hit it! Since then, life has gone in different directions, and the peak of life is beckoning to them.

This kind of propaganda with a legendary nature is the most inspiring. Some "leaked" auctions that are deliberately released can bring back a hundred times the income in the long run.

Jiang Li and others were walking in the crowd. At this time, the surrounding voices suddenly quieted a lot. The flow of people nearby began to spread out to both sides, and a vacuum was soon formed in the middle of the road.

Then a group of cold-faced cultivators walked over from the passage vacated in the middle.

This group of monks consisted of ten people, and all of them carried a blood-colored long knife behind their backs.

Jiang Li also looked over curiously.

These people are indeed different from others. Their faces were all blackened by Yintang, with murderousness hidden between their eyebrows, and a murderous aura that seemed to condense into reality was permeated around their bodies.

Jiang Li was blessed with the merits and virtues of heaven. In his eyes, when these people walked together, they could even see the disgusting black qi surrounding them.

"This is... karma manifested?"

The cause of the black qi is actually the black qi concept formed by the entanglement of strong killing karma.

"With this level of karma, you have to kill how many people for this to happen."

"Who are they? Which Demon Cultivation Sect? They can actually appear in Fengyang City in an upright manner."

"Huh? That person's strength is really strong! And he's still so young."

"Jiang Li, look at that young man, how is his strength better than yours?"

The master surnamed Zhu next to Jiang Li frowned when he looked at the group. These ten magic cultivators will make people feel disgusted instinctively.

He motioned Jiang Li to look at one of the ten young monks.

It was a young man walking at the front of the group, his jet-black hair was interspersed with strands of red silk.

Seemingly aware of Jiang Li's gaze, the man also looked over here.

The eyes collided, and Jiang Li felt a little dignified.

The young man actually gave him a sense of threat.

That person's age is similar to Mu Chunyang's, and his cultivation base is also a golden pill, but Mu Chunyang can't last a few rounds in Jiang Li's hands at this time.

But this one can bring a sense of danger to Jiang Li.

"Little brother, don't look at them, this group of people will really kill people in the city!"

After just staring at each other for a moment, a middle-aged cultivator next to him came over, as if he inadvertently blocked the sight of the two with his body.

In a blink of an eye, the team of monks had already passed in front of them. The young cultivator didn't look at Jiang Li and walked over.

"This old man, who are they?"

Jiang Li watched the group of people walk away, then he cupped his hands and asked the middle-aged monk.

"They are the blood sword servants of Wantu Sect's subordinates. The young man walking in the front is Wu Loulan, the third son of Wantu Sect's sect master."

"Hmph, when he was just an adult, he slaughtered a mortal town with his own hands. I don't know how many people he has killed. He is really the scum of our Eastern Region."

Everyone in the Chongshan League once again looked at the retreating back of the team of monks. It turns out that they are the people of Wan Tu Sect, the sword of the hanging beam that is pressed on the heads of all the monks in Dazhong Mountain.

"Brother, we didn't know much when we first came here. Please tell us more about the Wan Tu Sect."

After the people from Wan Tu Sect left, the surrounding crowd began to resume their normal activities.

"Wan Tu Sect is a group of perverted guys. Each of them killed countless lives, and they slaughtered a mortal kingdom not long ago. It is said that their main force is still attacking the immortal world in Zisonglin Mountain. I don't know yet. How many murders to commit in vain."

"And the disappearance of many sects in the Eastern Region was also related to them."

"All the dead were beheaded, and the nearby mortal cities were not spared. The old and the weak, women and children were all spared. This kind of thing is also interesting to the magic cultivator of Wantu Sect. I just didn't expect that they also received Wanyang Tower. invitation."

"But this is also a matter of course. The Wantu Sect is still a member of the Temple of God. People like us dare not speak out."

"Okay, little brothers, be more careful in the future, I'll go first."

After the middle-aged monk said a few more words, he and Jiang Li disappeared into the crowd.

Jiang Li continued to walk along the crowd with the six senior leaders of the Chongshan Alliance behind him.

Soon, a nun received them.

"A few adults, do you have an invitation letter?"

Jiang Li took out the invitation letter from shopkeeper Jiang from his arms. After the nun took it over, her smile became even brighter.

"Several adults are carrying second-level invitation letters. They are VIPs of our Wanyang auction house. Please come here and board the floating ladder."

"This is the box number of several adults, please enter the box according to the number."

Among the six senior leaders of the Chongshan Alliance behind Jiang Li, two were divine transformations and four were Nascent Souls.

Just quietly revealing a little breath is enough to make the surrounding passers-by retreat.

Even in Fengyang City, cultivators of this level cannot be found anywhere.

The female cultivator was able to deal with it calmly and very decently, and she had obviously seen the world at ordinary times. Working in the Wanyang Building, such senior cultivators have long been taken for granted.

Under the guidance of the female cultivator, Jiang Li and the others stepped onto a stone platform, and then ascended towards the high-altitude floating island.

At the reception not far away, the blood knife cultivator of the Wantu Sect also had a female cultivator who provided one-on-one personal service, and flew upwards on a more luxurious cloud blanket.

Wanyanglou is a merchant organization after all, and the classification of customers is very clear.

It can be roughly divided into four levels.

The invitation letters received by some well-known local powers corresponded to first-class VIPs, with beautiful women to repair the whole process, and luxurious close-up boxes available for use.

In Wanyang Tower, monks who spend more than one million spirit stones at one time will be sent a second-class invitation letter, corresponding to second-class VIPs. There is a free supply of spirit fruit spirit wine on the floating stone platform, and they can enjoy confidential shopping in ordinary boxes.

In Wanyang Tower, monks who have spent more than 500,000 spirit stones in total, corresponding to third-class VIPs, take the ordinary stone platform and enjoy the front row seat.

The last category is the cultivator without an invitation letter, and the ordinary customers who need to pay a deposit of 100,000 spirit stones to enter the venue. They ride on the ordinary stone platform crowded with hundreds of people, and then sit in the ordinary seats at the back.

The difference here is not too big. Strength, status, wealth, are really important everywhere.

The stone platform carried them to the sky, and it could be seen that the island in the sky was dragged in the sky by a huge white cloud.

The mist is like a fairyland.

"Is this a cloud of water vapor? It's incredible that it can withstand such a weight."

After a while, Jiang Li and others set foot on the floating island. He patted the clouds and mist on the edge of the island, and the feeling of starting was as solid as the earth's soil.

But if you touch it with gentle force, the mist will spread out like a normal cloud again, as if you can't exert any effort.

"This is Cumulus Cumulus, a special cloud summoned by an earth-level magic weapon. Not only can it bear weight, but it can also plant things on it."

Jiang Li was still studying clouds and fog, but a crisp girl sounded in the sea of ​​clouds not far away, explaining his doubts.

Jiang Li heard the sound and saw that in a cloud and mist not far away, a young girl was holding a delicate shovel, digging small holes in the cloud and mist, and then stuffing a few seeds and using cumulus sea. Cover it, and patted it with my hands to make cloud dumplings.

Looking at the sea cumulus clouds not far away, exquisite spiritual fields have been reclaimed.

A lot of sprouts have grown on those soil bags. It seems that what the girl said is true, and it is really possible to grow something on the sea of ​​​​clouds.

And the magic weapon that can accumulate such clouds and mist is obviously also a magic weapon of the ground level.

"Is this your first time here? If you're coming to the auction, it's over there."

The girl patted the cloud soil stuck to her body and pointed to a huge building not far away.

A large number of people are pouring in there, and there are not many staying like them.

"Thank you girl for your pointers... What about people?"

When Jiang Li turned around to thank him again, the girl had disappeared.

"Master, did you see that girl just now?"

Jiang Li could only ask the master next to him, but the other party's reaction surprised Jiang Li.

"Girl? What girl? Freedom, you're talking to yourself there, let's go, the auction is about to start."

The ancestor's expression did not seem to be fake, and the other high-level officials next to him did not react at all.

Looking at the cloud dumpling that still existed not far away, Jiang Li didn't think he had read it wrong, but why did he let him see the person who neither the Yuan Ying cultivator nor the God Transformation master could see?

The world is really big, there are no wonders.

After Jiang Li and others left, a cloud of mist dissipated, revealing a pair of clear eyes, looking at Jiang Li who was far away, his eyes were full of curiosity.

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