Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

This high-class Sishen Mohen Academy was formerly known as the "Guozijian", a holy place for scholars in the Eastern Regions Xiuxian Dynasty.

For some reason, after the disintegration of that gigantic dynasty, all the departments in it have evolved into the immortal cultivators that are now famous.

At that time, the main body of Guozijian was reorganized into Mohen Academy.

This group of ferocious "readers" made a world with a pen, and they have always been well-known in the world of cultivating the immortals of the Eastern Region.

They usually focus on "reading" and don't care about world affairs, but these days, it is a very good virtue to have strong strength and not take the initiative to harm others. Therefore, their reputation in the immortal world has always been good.

It's just that Jiang Li didn't expect that the benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, and trustworthiness of these "scholars" turned out to be just words.

If you see a beautiful female ghost, you have to snatch it, then you are usually outside, don't you bully men and women every day?

You must know that Jiang Li was prepared early in the morning, and the messenger of the Sishen Temple came.

In order to prevent the treasure from touching people's hearts, he had already transferred the Jiuyoumu ramets that originally grew in the center of the city to the underground space.

The fear is that they are greedy.

Although people in the immortal world today probably don't know what the ten innate spiritual roots of heaven and earth are.

But this did not prevent them from feeling the power of the Jiuyou ramet.

Each of the spiritual fruits on it is no less than the Mujiashou peach, and many are even better than the pan peach spiritual fruit.

Even if it is as powerful as the superior Sishen, he will definitely not mind bringing back a spiritual wood that can greatly enhance the heritage of the sect.

And this Fengdu City is just a gathering place for some ghosts.

Jiang Li thought in a different position, believing that if they saw this kind of treasure, in all likelihood, they would snatch it without hesitation.

So although it would be a little inconvenient, in order to prevent conflicts, he still hid everything they might see.

Just prepared a few cups of tea and asked Qin Shuman to come forward to receive him.

He admitted that he had been cautious, but he did not expect that the greed of this group of scholars caught him off guard.

An old man who doesn't know, thousands of years old, doesn't even know why he doesn't let go of a female ghost.

Looking at Jiang Li's contemptuous eyes under his mask, the old man was also annoyed.

"Boy, stop talking nonsense!"

"You are the lord of this Fengdu City?"

The other monks in green shirts saw Jiang Li resisting, and they took out their brushes to draw in the air and wanted to start. The old scholar who jumped off the bamboo slip raised his hand to stop them.

"It turns out that people, not ghosts, rule this ghost town. No wonder people and ghosts can coexist in this Fengdu city."

"But young man, it's useless to stay in this filthy place, and it should have been completely erased."

"Hand over that female ghost and tell this old man where you found her."

"If you do it well, the old man may be able to open up to this ghost town, and it is not uncommon for you to join the Sishen Temple by making an exception."

His words were full of coercion and temptation.

This old man himself is an Earth Immortal, and behind him is the powerful Moken Academy. This kind of threat is very effective. As long as he is willing, he can indeed do what he said.

But Jiang Li is also the second Fengdu City Lord, and he is not the third generation. How could he do it, because he betrayed his own people in one sentence.

Asking the female ghost Qin Shuman to step back and stay away, he has secretly mobilized the power of Fengducheng and is ready to attack the opponent at any time.

Although this Fengdu city is far from regaining its former strength, it is also equivalent to a large area that can suppress all enemies within.

Its effect is still several times more than that of the Yin coffin, so it has considerable restrictions on the earth immortals.

With the help of this city, he may not be able to fight the Earth Immortal of Moken Academy.

"Humph! What a shit city lord, Master Meng Gu gives you a chance, how dare you be presumptuous!"

"Since you don't know how to praise, then I'll break this ghost town first, and then catch the female ghost!"

Finding that Jiang Li began to mobilize the power of the ghost town, the other eleven monks on the bamboo mat started to write again.

break! kill! Destroy! die! Slaughter! . . .

One by one murderous ink characters appeared in the air.

But when Jiang Li mobilized the power of Fengdu City and touched them, he noticed something strange.

Jiang Li glanced strangely at the ten Confucian scholars who had never spoken.

"Your Excellency said that I hide all the filth in this place. It seems that only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light the lamps."

"The dignified Mohen Academy, and the capital of Fengfeng are also half a catty!"

Jiang Li's words were sarcastic, his hands kept moving, and his right index finger pointed out.

Black nails were dotted on the words "repression, suppression" on the two ghost kings.

The two ink characters that suppressed the difficulty of the ghost king immediately collapsed.

Only then did the two ghost kings regain their freedom, and they gathered their own magic spells one after another, preparing to teach those annoying Confucian scholars a lesson they would never forget.

They were dignified ghost kings, but they were stunned by two ink characters just now, and they couldn't escape for a long time. It was a shame to throw them at grandma's house.

But this is no wonder they, the ink spell of Mohen Academy, condensed a strong and pure will and belief, it is extremely difficult to break through ordinary means, and there is a lot of restraint against ghosts.

The reason why it can collapse at the touch of Jiang Li's fingers.

They still rely on the three thousand black mosquitoes with residual wings attached to their fingernails.

This ancient beast is indeed powerful, whether it is will faith or spiritual energy, it is just the food for the black mosquito with rudimentary wings.

And this magical power of words is like the most precise formation. As long as a small part is damaged, the whole will collapse.

Otherwise, Jiang Li would be in big trouble against them.

"Young people have some ability, but this is not the reason for you to slander Mohen Academy!"

The scholar didn't hear what Jiang Li meant, but was annoyed by his rude remarks.

Swinging the pen, the two ink words "punishment" flew out again, turning into a pointer in the air and hitting Jiang Li.

This kind of literal method is even more difficult to resist.

puff!

Two strands of blood sputtered in the air, and the injured body threw away, with wide-eyed eyes full of disbelief.

But the blood was not from Jiang Li, but from the arrogant young scholar who was standing at the forefront of the bamboo slips, and the scholar Meng Gu.

The ten behind them, the Confucian scholars who were with them, attacked from behind for some reason.

The killing intent ink words they condensed just now did not target Jiang Li at all, but their companions.

Among them, there was even a sudden outbreak of killing intent ink words, the power reached the level of the earth immortal, and the two were instantly knocked out.

The arrogant young scholar only received two ink strokes due to his weak strength, but that had already made him fall to the ground, and he didn't know his life or death.

On the contrary, it was the old scholar who received the most attention. A book flew out of his body automatically, blocking most of the damage for him.

He stabilized his body in the air, took a few steps forward, and carried it down with a pale face.

"You! What are you doing!"

Doctor Meng came to the young man in an instant, stretched out his hand to check his heart, and found that he had lost the slightest vitality.

The two eyes of the old Confucian can almost shoot out fire, staring at the ten own students!

"On the order of the dean, the senior scholar Meng Gu will be expelled from the academy!"

The ten people were obviously prepared, ignoring the anger of the old Confucian, and continued to write in the air without any haste.

. . . .

"Fighting? Infighting between giants, bloody plot!"

Jiang Li was a little surprised when the twelve enemies suddenly clashed, but then he laughed.

Anyway, they are all his enemies. These guys have nothing to do with him, Jiang, and someone.

And he also wanted to understand, it seems that the problems of the ten scholars, this great scholar should not know.

When Jiang Li used Fengdu City just now, with the help of the magical power of this ghost town, he vaguely sensed that these ten Confucian scholars were not alive, so he said those words.

I thought it was this academy that used special means to retain the souls of the dead to strengthen itself, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Mohen Academy was infiltrated by secret means.

And these ten traitors on this trip are simply looking for an excuse to lead important people to a remote place and kill them!

It's big news, but it's best not to happen to yourself.

Jiang Li immediately turned into a small transparent, waved his hand and led Qin Shuman and the ghost kings gathered around to retreat together.

When the dog bites the dog, there is absolutely no need for him to go in and get a kick. If he was bitten by the way, he would be thankful.

. . . .

Over there, the powerhouses of the eleven Moken Academy have already fought.

Different from ordinary monks' five-element spells fighting each other, their battles are only black and white.

The two sides flicked the pen and splashed ink, and the scene changes seemed to enter a world of ink painting, beautiful and full of murderous intentions.

"Ridiculous! When the old man became a scholar, Zhao Mingde was just a little devil who studied ink! What qualifications does he have to chase the old man out of the academy!"

"How many of you are actually your masters, and your fellow junior brothers and sisters, you are such a killer! Really! It's outrageous!"

Rebellious, four big characters flew out, shattering the mountains formed by several ink washes, and blowing away a few Confucian Confucians who were hiding behind.

"No! The handwriting is wrong! You are not my students! Who are you!"

"The mirror hangs high! The original form is revealed!"

A great scholar is worthy of being a great scholar, and he can still maintain his sanity under such circumstances. He found clues in the ink characters written by the ten people.

He waved his pen in the air again and again, leaving eight characters in the air.

The eight ink characters turned into a huge bright mirror, from which a white light radiated and fell on the ten monks.

The bodies of the ten scholars immediately showed two overlapping figures.

Sure enough, they were not themselves, but were used to occupy the magpie's nest by strange means!

"Fang Taichu! Deng Kaichang! Lang Ziming! Wen Honglang! Xu Xingde! . . . you! . . you are all dead!"

"What have you done to my students! Why are you occupying their bodies!"

Master Meng Gu found that he actually recognized these ten shadows, and his face couldn't hide his shock.

Because these ten people were originally from their Mohen Academy.

One of them, or his proud disciple back then, became a great scholar on the same level as him at a young age.

It's just that, sooner or later, all ten of them should have died in the war with the armor-faced demon!

Why did it suddenly appear here? He also madly shot at him!

"Scholar Meng Gu has a good memory. Students and others also read books under Mr.'s account."

"I thought that the world had forgotten us. When I thought that my husband was still thinking about the students, the students were moved to tears!"

"As a teacher for one day, as a father for life, please be worshipped by the students."

They said the words of respecting the teacher and respecting the Tao, but they started to be darker than each other, and every ink word was a deadly killing move.

"Benevolence, injustice, disloyalty and filial piety, I have never taught you such a way of being a human being!"

Master Meng Gu looked at the ten people who surrounded him, and his eyebrows were raised, but he was outnumbered, and he fell into a disadvantage for a while.

"Students, I am grateful for the kindness of Mr.'s teaching. That's why I came here to take Mr. to the real paradise."

The offensive of the ten people temporarily stopped, and dense ink characters appeared in front of them. The ten of them joined forces and continued to form chapters.

To give their former teacher a ruthless.

At this moment, a force of space struck, the surrounding scenery changed, and they were outside the city in the blink of an eye.

Then a mist blew, and the ghost town of Fengdu in Nuoda was getting farther and farther away from them, as if they had long legs.

Jiang Li didn't want to think that the Earth Immortal-level disputes continued to break out in his city, which would make his efforts over the past few months come to nothing.

Take a chance and kick these guys out of town.

In addition, there are surprises in the rules of the underworld fantasy and reality. The space here is not completely fixed, even if it is a huge city, it will change its position from time to time.

Before there was no ghost gate, every time I wanted to find this ghost town in Fengdu, I needed the guidance of the other side of the flower.

In the past few months, Jiang Li has captured dozens of large and small leylines one after another, and stuffed them all into Fengdu City, although the dragon veins have not yet formed.

But with the power of the leylines, he has also built Fengdu City into a city that can move freely in the realm of the Underworld.

So as soon as these relocated households were moved out of Fengdu, he immediately drove away in the ghost town.

This was also the reason why he dared to open Fengdu City to the world of immortals.

If there is a strong enemy in the outside world that is malicious to him, he only needs to close the gate of hell and then transfer the capital city.

In most places in the current Netherland fantasy, there is no other side of the flower, and even if someone wants to do something wrong, it is almost impossible to find a city that actively avoids.

Watching the ghost town get farther and farther away, it will soon disappear into the thick fog.

"Are you going to kill them?"

One of the ten people proposed to massacre the city.

But Fang Taichu, the Earth Immortal headed by them, shook his head.

"After today, the lord will be born again and become the emperor!"

"It's just a ghost town, how can our respected scholar be important!"

"Are you right! Teacher!"

Master Meng Gu swayed his brush and ink, and saw that the tricks were resisting the ten people's words and brushes.

Hearing their words, my heart sank.

It seems that the force that brought these ten students back from death to Yang World has been planning for a long time, and their plans are grand!

They are not afraid of exposure.

That being said, the plan to besiege him as a great scholar is most likely not an exception.

There are more hidden minions who will attack together on the same day!

I don't know what kind of bloody waves it will cause in the Eastern Region of Immortal Cultivation!

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