Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

Prisoner Shui stepped out first, and behind him was a team of black soldiers and heavily armored Changle Guards.

But the two guards running at the forefront, just stepped out, the clearly solid ground under their feet seemed to have turned into an illusory bubble.

The two hurried to the sky, but they seemed to have fallen into the void of the underworld, and the means of the sky were completely ineffective.

The figure falls directly through the ground, and once it is completely submerged in the ground, it is unknown where it will eventually fall.

Without crossing the Back Yin Mountain, a living person cannot set foot on the fragments of the Netherland behind the Back Yin Mountain.

Even the spiritual cultivator, Yuanshen, or Jiang Li, who has not yet reached home after cultivating the Nine Serenity Dao Sutra, can't do it.

At this time, it is obviously unrealistic to want to use the ghost gate to make tricks.

Unless he upgrades the gate of hell to the extent that he can deprive his life.

Of course, Prison Shui, the North Profound Hall Master, was obviously an exception.

This city of death once seemed to be the place where this previous life was hidden, so how could it keep him out?

So the two Changle guards seemed very unlucky.

Above, Jiang Li was still maintaining the gate of hell and couldn't make it out for a while.

Just as the two Changle Guards were about to sink into the ground and disappear, two hands grabbed them.

It was Prison Shui that stretched out his hands, grabbed two Changle guards one by one, and then threw them back into the gate of hell.

After doing this, he slowly closed his hands.

Jiang Li was stunned when he saw this scene.

"Brother Prisoner, aren't you practicing Heshou Chan?"

He was clearly a prisoner of water practicing Heshou Chan, how could he so decisively and easily separate his hands. Then, wasn't his practice in the previous period of time all in vain?

But Prisoner Shui was calm, and there was no pity on his face.

Hearing Jiang Li's question, a light circle appeared on his body. It was the Heshou Zen that Jiang Li had seen when he was just a young man.

This guy didn't fail! ?

"Amitabha, thank the city owner Jiangli for worrying that the Buddha's heart, not the buddha's hand, is what he is guarding with his hands."

"Although the poor monk's hands are separated, but the Buddha's heart is closely guarded, the combined hand meditation will naturally not be broken."

What he said was like saying to Jiang Li, is it strange to practice Heshou Chan?

Hearing this, Jiang Xian raised his eyebrows. Since his debut, he has always been the only one who has shocked others.

I didn't expect that I would be brought to Versailles by a young man who had just practiced for only a month or two.

The reincarnation of this immortal Buddha is really so compelling!

But after thinking about it, he was relieved.

Ksitigarbha King Bodhisattva was also a famous power in ancient times.

Such an existence, as long as he has left a trace of it so far, is definitely a remarkable character.

It is more appropriate to say that they are re-cultivating, it is more appropriate to say that they are restoring their strength.

Even if he could not recover his full strength, even if he could finally recover one percent, one thousandth, or even one ten thousandth of his strength, it would still be a terrifying power that cannot be imagined in the immortal world today.

Showing some miraculousness in them is not a normal thing, isn't it?

In the Kyushu Continent, there may be other such ancient relics that have flourished, but he still doesn't know it.

In addition, with Jiang Li's accumulation along the way, and the plug-in that even "the blessings of heaven and earth" can be forcibly left behind.

He really is not necessarily, not comparable to these remnants of the ancient times.

Putting aside his messy thoughts, Jiang Li let go of the gate of hell.

When the deceased arrives here, they may be affected by the power of the city of the dead, and the living will not be able to set foot in this underworld at all.

This time, Jiang Li could only bring prisoner water alone. It's that easy.

The two turned into two rays of light, and soon saw the wall of death that seemed to have no borders again.

Following the city wall, there is still a long stream of people, trudging slowly.

"Brother Prisoner, how do you think we should get in?"

Flying in from above is obviously not feasible. Jiang Li has tried to escape before, but he found that there is also a powerful force entrenched under the city, and a little closer will usher in a thunderous blow.

That power was so powerful that Jiang Li shuddered. Even he might not be able to withstand the next blow. Obviously, that was not a good way.

Now, we have to look at the ability of this Beixuan Palace Master.

When Prisoner Shui saw this city of death, his expression that had always been plain as water finally changed again. The reaction seemed to be a bit more violent than when he saw Fengducheng before.

After a lapse of thousands of years, the memory of the Ksitigarbha King wanted to be reincarnated would not be passed down, but he still felt an indescribable familiarity.

"Amitabha!"

After approaching, Prisoner Shuikou proclaimed the Buddha's name.

Then, a puff of smoke floated from nowhere to cover the section of the city wall in front of you. After the smoke cleared, a scarlet gate appeared on that section of the city wall.

The vermilion gate slowly opened, revealing the interior of the City of Death.

That's the importance of heels.

The Ghost Kings of the Sifang have occupied Fengdu City for many years, but they can only use the buildings and yin qi on the surface, and they can't even enter the Changle Underground Palace on the next floor.

But as a descendant of the emperor, Jiang Li can make the city recognize its master and exert its true power.

In this dead city, outsiders just want to set foot on this piece of Netherland, they have to work hard, and finally find this city, but they can't enter.

But this city of vain death will open the door for the prisoner water of the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha.

The red door opened, and the surrounding dead souls immediately ran into it as if they had been strongly summoned.

At the speed of mortal walking, they may have been walking here for months or even years.

His feet were already worn down, and every step was a huge pain. Now a portal has suddenly opened up nearby, enough to drive them crazy. It was completely rolling and crawling, trying to squeeze in.

"Brother Prisoner, let's go in too."

Through the open door, you can see a fairly wide alley behind the city wall.

The sudden influx of raw faces seems to have caught the attention of some people.

There was no city gate here, but suddenly there was a city gate, and so many people poured in.

This made the residents who originally lived here to death seem a little overwhelmed.

At this time, Jiang Li and the two also walked in.

A thin aura blocked them around, pushing the dead people who were crowding into the city away for a while.

Then the red door was slowly replaced, and a large number of dead souls that had not come in were locked out.

Without the temptation of the city gate, those who died in vain who didn't have time to come in could only continue on their way with heavy steps.

Originally outside the city, the dead soul who only walked in confusion seemed to regain some sense after entering the city.

One by one lying on the ground, holding their feet weak. They didn't know what a rest was before.

After they recover their strength, they will find an empty house nearby to live in, and then wait until their Yangshou ends.

"There seems to be writing everywhere around here."

Jiang Li and the two crossed the crowd who collapsed on the ground, and soon discovered the abnormality.

Words, words everywhere.

Every floor tile, every wall, and even every tile on the roof was engraved with different handwriting, densely engraved with some words.

Of course, these words are not powerful exercises, or something like a legend like the inscriptions of merit.

These words are rather ordinary.

"My name is Zhu Chongqi, and I am from Wushan, Yuezhou. My family has a wife, three children, a two-bedroom cottage and half an mu of land. I followed my father to herd cattle and farm the fields since I was a child. After the age of thirty-five, I saved a fortune of silver taels. , I bought an errand in the Wushan County Yamen..."

"My name is Li Shazhu, yes..."

The words written all over the place are all about the experiences of the local residents of the City of Death, and they record all kinds of trivial things.

Many people's education level is not high, and many places above are full of crosses and typos.

Sure enough, every place has its own traditions.

Jiang Li took two casual steps, and found that there were several residents of the City of Death not far away, holding some broken tiles, lying on the ground looking for a space to write words.

"This brother, what are you doing?"

Jiang Li couldn't figure out why they did this, so he stepped forward to find a resident dressed as a scholar and asked.

The scholar obviously didn't intend to talk to Jiang Li, but the power of a dream fluctuated slightly, and the scholar's eyes were confused for a moment, and immediately got up and looked at Jiang Li.

"You are new here? Come and leave your name with us!"

"Those officers and soldiers are coming soon, and it will be too late!"

The scholar's expression was panic and despair, as if he would die soon.

"Officers?"

Jiang Li remembered the mortal war he had just seen when he came to this fragment of the underworld.

It seems that the officers and soldiers mentioned by this scholar have something to do with them?

"Yeah, there are twenty streets around here, all of them are General Cheng. No General Li. No, Generals change too fast. In short, it's a general's territory."

"They will come today to capture the strong men and join the army. When the war starts, we will all be killed."

"Don't think that we can't die here. Every time we are killed, we will forget a lot of things. If we are killed too many times, we will forget all of them, even our name, wife, and children will be forgotten!"

"So I advise you, take advantage of your own memory, and quickly write down everything!"

After speaking, the scholar bent down again and continued to record his past. He has a few sour poems that he wants to pass on anyway.

It turns out that this is the case, the scholar's words have solved Jiang Li's doubts.

In the city of vain death, people who have not yet reached the end of their yang life will not die even if they are killed. Souls are recycled by the city and will be resurrected after a while.

But every time you die, your memory will be lost out of thin air.

This period of memory, at least ten years, as many as thirty or fifty years.

It might be better to be a powerful monk who has lived for hundreds of years.

But if they are mortals, they only need to die twice, and their souls will become the same as those soldiers they have seen before.

There was a blank slate in his head, and there was nothing, just like a puppet, obeying orders.

This kind of situation is not a big deal at first, but bad luck is bad luck, some people's endless desire for power can't be stopped even after death.

Since many years ago, mortals have reigned supreme in this dead city.

First, they used various means to coerce and lure others to join, and they gathered in groups of three or five.

Then the forces snowballed until they met another person who did the same thing.

The battle between the two sides has begun. Since there is a war, it is logical to force the strong men into the army like this.

With the population density in this dead city, it's probably not unusual at all like the million-person battlefield he had seen before.

Just as he was speaking, there was a sound of a collision of armor and armor outside.

A group of soldiers in rudimentary equipment, holding bright steel knives in their hands, rushed into the streets and alleys. They were fierce, pulling the unfortunate people who wrote their lives on the ground and walked out.

Pull these strong men back, put on weapons and armor, and you can go out of the city to fight.

At this time, a few soldiers also discovered the new residents who had just poured in through the gate, and Jiang Li and prison water, who were standing leisurely in the middle of the alley.

The soldier's eyes lit up, and he came over with a big knife, spewing all kinds of foul language from his mouth, and he didn't know how to write dead words.

These mortals without eyesight are often very annoying!

Jiang Li could have shot them to death easily.

However, these guys who have been entrenched here all year round will more or less always have a little understanding of this city.

With a snap of his fingers, the dream babble dispersed, and all the residents and soldiers in the vicinity fell to the ground with their heads tilted.

Pulling the mortal dead into a dream is too simple for him.

"There seems to be a leader here."

Jiang Li walked to the street outside and found a guy on a tall horse who was sleeping soundly.

His figure appeared on the horse's back instantly, raised a colorful dream spider, and buckled it on the mortal general's face.

To be treated like this is definitely a highlight moment for this mortal.

Soon, a memory after another was excavated from the dream.

Sure enough, it's only the outer city that can make mortals mess around and fight for hegemony like this.

In this dead city, there is also an inner city where there are as many immortals as dogs.

If he can find the seniors of Dazhongshan, he may be able to provide him with some help.

. . . .

On the other side, the Doll Street of the Dead City.

A woman with a huge red mark on her face, like a beggar madman, was crawling around among the children.

"My child, my child," was muttered incessantly.

She picked up another boy who seemed to have just been born, and brought it closer to his face to identify it carefully.

And when the boy saw such a huge mark approaching him, he was so frightened that he burst into tears, and suddenly a boy's pee came out.

Because it was so close, it poured directly on the woman's face.

Washed by the gentle boy urine, the woman's dull eyes suddenly regained some clarity.

She held on to the clearness, and quickly found a piece of Yin Qi crystal on her body, which was sealing a pale white flame with no temperature.

Cases related to minors are not public, see if we can hear news later. .