Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

Jiang Li pulled up a few stalks of forgetfulness grass and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it lightly. Immediately, the tension in my heart disappeared a lot.

The function of forgetfulness grass is actually similar to that of the other side of the flower. They are all magical materials that can have an effect on the spirit and will.

This large-scale existence of spirit grass and spirit flowers in the underworld also creates a unique environment suitable for ghosts to gather here.

For living people with physical protection, as long as the concentration is not very high, the impact is not very big. But for ghosts that only have a soul body, taking a sip is like drinking ten pounds of white wine, and the effect is very significant.

Ghosts are originally considered by humans to be a collection of all unclean and ominous things. When mortals come into contact with ghosts, they will suffer from bad luck and become seriously ill.

This kind of uncleanness will also make the ghosts themselves suffer all the time, so that almost no low-level ghosts can keep their senses.

But this is not the case here. In an environment where the other side of the flower forgets worries, no matter how fierce and irritable ghosts are, they will become quiet.

The sea of ​​flowers on the other side in Jiang Li's coffin has already proved this, and now the effect of the two is even more multiplied.

Of course, more is to make them become confused and easy to control.

A few forgetfulness grasses were put away in a special container. When it is returned to the main body, it can be reproduced with the burial coffin.

He has achieved nothing in multiple acquisitions, and in the end, he still has to make his own shots.

Putting away Wangyoucao, he touched the rut that reappeared under his feet. Jiang Li controlled his clone and continued to walk forward.

Just walking, a figure who was also on his way gradually appeared beside him.

They were in groups of three or five, like living people, walking in the same direction.

Why do they say they are alive? That's because while they were walking, some had their intestines dragged on the ground, some had a sharp knife stuck in their stomach, and some didn't even have a head at all.

But I don't know why these ghosts formed by the aggregation of yin and souls, after arriving in this underworld illusion, they all automatically transformed into the appearance of death.

And as they progressed in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, they gradually changed. The fatal wounds on his body began to disappear. The expressions and movements became more and more vivid, and there were also noisy human voices when they were walking.

Some of them had poles and baskets on their shoulders, turned into ordinary traders, and went to the city to go to the market. Some have armors on their bodies, with weapons on their waists, and they should be soldiers before they die.

All the ghosts were attracted by something and walked in the same direction.

Jiang Li took a deep breath of Yin Qi from the main body, and after making the clone more like a ghost, he followed along.

"Have you seen my child, my child is three years old."

"I am from Changshan, do you know where my home is?"

"Today, when you enter the city, you must buy these mountain goods at a good price, save enough money to buy a cow, and then you can marry Xiaohua."

In such a voice, Jianxiu's clone became a little dazed, not knowing what he was doing, he walked forward on his own.

The avatar and the spiritual world have been shrouded in a strange mist.

Jiang Li's body consciousness can still remain awake, but for the sake of safety, he did not force the avatar to wake up, but just let him move forward like a walking corpse.

Before long, a city appeared in front of Jiang Li's eyes.

Fengdu

Two broken characters were hung on the city.

The legendary ghost town. Whether this name is in the past or this life, it can be regarded as thunderous.

Only after Jiang Li got closer did he realize that there were two gates in this city, one for life and one for death.

Is there any difference between these two doors?

He hid in the midst of a group of ghosts and continued to approach, first walking to the vicinity of the Shengmon, where a row of wailing torturers was hung on the city wall with ecstasy chains beside the city gate.

There are also several ghosts in the shape of soldiers, cutting flesh on them with machetes.

There is also a sign next to the city gate, which reads "Entry tax, 30 years of life, or 30 catties of meat."

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This kind of expensive city entry tax is something that even Jiang Li has never seen in his life.

Even the most luxurious city in the immortal world only collects spirit stones.

Otherwise, it would be 30 years of life at first sight, which even a Yuan Ying cultivator could not afford.

Of course, this was actually Jiang Li's misunderstanding. This is the underworld of the underworld, and naturally it is the yin life.

In the legend, the book of life and death is actually divided into two books: the book of life and the book of death.

The birth book records the yang life in the world, and the death book records the yin life in the underworld.

This yin life is also the limit time that ghosts can exist after death. When the yin qi is abundant, the ghosts can exist much longer than the living people, and the yin longevity is much less valuable. Ordinary mortal souls are enough to enter and exit several times.

Of course, there are those unlucky ones with long yang lifespans but extremely short yin lifespans.

"Let go of me! Ah, don't! I'm a disciple of Qianhelou! I have a spirit stone! I have a spirit stone! Let me go!"

At the forefront of the crowd, a female cultivator of Qianhe Tower disguised as a common vendor was violently dragged out of the crowd.

Her disguise was actually quite exquisite, and even Jiang Li didn't notice the slightest bit. If it weren't for the fact that she reported her family out of fear, Jiang Li would never have found her.

During the violent pulling, the female nun's disguised coat was pulled off, revealing the breath of a living person and her beautiful figure.

The rank of the camouflaged magic weapon is probably not low.

That female cultivator had also reached the realm of real dan, but despite struggling with all her strength, she was helpless to the two soldiers.

Hard is not enough, she can only try to use soft. He stretched out his hand and took out the storage bag at his waist, but nothing came out.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Li felt a chill in his heart. Fortunately, the body is not so far. This underworld fantasy is too dangerous. Just two guards guarding the gate can subdue the cultivator in the Core Formation Stage.

Besides, why can't she take out her own things? Jiang Li secretly took out the storage bag in his arms, but his expression changed, and there was no response.

The storage bag seems to have become an ordinary cloth bag. No matter how he pushes it, he can't feel the space inside, and it can't be used at all.

This time. . It's a little troublesome. In order to hide his Rainbow Burning Sword and other magic weapons, they are all stored in the storage bag. Now the storage bag can't be used, and the combat power has dropped by at least 50%!

Wait, the ruts I saw on the road before were because they couldn't use the storage magic, so those monks only used carriages.

He decisively gave up the idea of ​​havoc in Fengdu, seizing the ghost town, etc., and stood in the crowd honestly and acted as a spectator.

The female cultivator was still struggling desperately, but then two sharp iron hooks pierced her lute bone and hung her up. All resistance was completely disintegrated by this one.

Blood splattered from her mouth, and the pain caused her eyes to be in a trance. Where did the female cultivator of Qianhe Tower receive such treatment, the storage bag in her hand also fell to the ground weakly.

But the two Fengdu soldiers, ignoring her cry for mercy, started to scrape the flesh and blood from her body piece by piece, with the crane pattern robes and the machete in their hands.

Originally, it was the kind of figure with no trace of fat and bumps. Under the sharp scimitar, he turned into a bloodless man with a few knives.

There was also a special person next to him who held a large dirty scale and weighed the cut flesh.

It seems that if you cut 30 jin, you really need to cut 30 jin. For such a female cultivator who weighs less than 100, it is estimated that there will only be a pair of bones left after cutting.

That's horrible. . . After some important parts were cut off, the female cultivator of Qianhe Tower fainted.

Jiang Li watched from the side for a while, but couldn't look any further.

Quietly extended it with a cotton thread, pulled back the storage bag, and walked towards the opposite direction of the crowd.

Jianxiu's clone is a corpse after death, not a living person, and Jiang Li's parallel consciousness will not turn into a ghost, so he has no so-called longevity at all, neither yin and yang.

If you want to enter the city, I'm afraid it will end in the same way as that female cultivator.

In order to wait for the confidante who was still waiting for Jianxiu's clone in Wuxing Peak of Shushan Mountain, Jiang Li planned to go to the dead door first to see the situation.

"Boy, do you want to enter Fengdu? Give me that storage bag and I'll take you in."

Jiang Li stepped back against the flow of people, when a voice suddenly sounded from his side.

A pedestrian who had a sluggish expression just now suddenly blinked at him. Obviously, this person is also a monk.

"follow me."

The man made a sign with me, and led Jiang Li out of the crowd, and hid behind a big mulberry tree outside the city.

Jiang Li vigilantly observed that there were no traps under the tree, so they stood in together.

"Under the shade of the mulberry tree, those ghosts can't see us. This news is given to you by me. Quickly bring that storage bag, and I can take you into the city."

The man spread his hands and urged Jiang Li to give him the storage bag.

"How did you recognize me?"

Jiang Li was not in a hurry, but started a conversation with the other party.

He was actually a little curious. The sword cultivator's avatar was very concealed just now, and his body fell into a state of suspended animation, and there was a strong Yin Qi covering his body. At first glance, it should be more dead than dead people.

How could it be discovered so easily?

"You newcomers, everyone looks exactly the same. Is it hard to recognize you?"

Jiang Li suddenly realized that it was his hesitant expression in front of Fengdu just now that betrayed him.

Compared with the group of ordinary ghosts who only repeat their obsessions in life, the change in expression is also very obvious.

"How about it, new kid, that female cultivator belongs to Qianhelou. You can't open her storage bag anyway. Even if you go out and open it, it's easy for someone to come to the door."

"Give it to me, you don't need to lose thirty years of your yin life, I can bring you into the city safely, this is a good deal, why are you hesitating?"

He urged impatiently, as if he had lost a lot of money on this trade. But looking at his two words without leaving the storage bag, he knew that he was still very interested in the storage bag of Qianhelou Jiedan disciple.

Jiang Li thought for a while, but took out the storage bag.

"Okay, but when you are new here, can you introduce the situation of this Fengdu to the younger generation? Besides, how are you going to bring me in?"

The cultivator was obviously a little excited when he took the storage bag. The disciples of the big sects in Qianhe Tower are usually rich and oily. To be able to harvest such a storage bag this time has already exceeded his expectations.

"Hey, that female cultivator is really a novice. In this underworld illusion, ordinary space magic weapons can't be opened at all, and they dare to come in without even knowing this."

"For the sake of you being so refreshing, let's eat this melon first."

He squatted down and dug out a few gray nodules that looked the size of a human head from under the mulberry tree.

"This is a North Gourd. How can you pretend to be like a dead person and not eat what the dead person eats?"

Jiang Li manipulated his avatar and pointed his sword, and gently slid at one of the pumpkins. The grey pumpkin was immediately divided into two halves. The flesh inside took on the shape and color of a human brain, and seemed to have no appetite. .

Jiang Li was once again glad that this was a clone, otherwise he wouldn't be able to say something like this.

After eating the northern melon, a cold and decaying death energy emerged from the avatar's body. The cultivator didn't lie to him, and he became much more like a dead person.

"Hey, come with me, this Fengdu is a good place. As long as you can enter the city, even if this illusion dissipates, you will not be thrown back to the ghost king wasteland."

"There are countless opportunities in it. Some time ago, there was a lucky guy who got a magic weapon of the ground level in it. It is even said that in this city, there are still immortal family medicines handed down from ancient times! Hey, those The big forces are all here for this."

"The other boy, this is the hard currency in Fengdu."

The cultivator glanced at Fengdu with a strange expression, and then took out two purple coins from his belt.

Jiang Li pinched it in his hand and touched it, and also had a little understanding of the coin.

This kind of coin seems to be refined with the soul and does not know what special function it will have.

Jiang Li followed the other party through the door of death. He glanced at the door of death. It was not easy to get in and out of that place.

At the door, there was a large oil pan, and bursts of shrill screams came from there.

It seems that if there is no city tax in this dead door, it will be rolled in the oil pan.

"By the way, a team passed by before. I was with them. I wonder if your Excellency saw it."

The cultivator, who did not want to be named, seems to have been here for a long time, and he is familiar with many things.

Jiang Li got some important information, and felt that the storage bag was worth it. Then he naturally asked.

"Are you from Hualong Island? No wonder you got separated, no wonder you don't know anything."

Sure enough, the man said it out of his mouth.

Jiang Li's face did not change, and he secretly knew in his heart that the convoy that came in was from Hualong Island.

Qianhe Tower, Hualong Island, and the other two middle-level forces in the Sishen Temple that did not lose to Wantumen. This kind of big power will rush to the fantasy world of the underworld.

It seems that the news that there is a treasure hidden in Fengdu should not be groundless.

After walking for a while, a festive sound of gongs and drums entered Jiang Li's ears.

There is a welcome team ahead!

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