Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

"Alfrey, you really make this gentleman sad!"

The one who was backstabbed was indeed Alfrey, the master who had been dressed for thousands of years.

The originally calm expression on the Golden Grand Duke's face seemed to have been pretending to be calm before.

But now it seems that they have already anticipated what happened at this time, and everything is under their control.

The main purpose of taking the knife from him just now was to induce the other party to reveal information.

It's a pity that this wolf's ambition is not willing to tell the truth when facing a dying person.

And finally found the true identity of the Golden Duke.

"Alfrey, over the years, what this gentleman appreciates most is your care."

"In the future, without you, it's really not easy to find a satisfactory butler again."

"Today is your last day as my housekeeper. Tell me, what is the name of your power? Hidden in the royal court, what do you want!"

The gold worker sighed and gave his final order.

In the current situation, it was obvious that Alfred was holding a knife in his hand, and the heart of the golden prince was pierced.

It should be the former who took the latter's life.

But it was the complete opposite in terms of momentum.

"Even if you're not the descendant of the Emperor. Today is your day of death!"

After tearing off his true colors, Alfred no longer has the elegance and calmness of being a housekeeper.

There was a rare trace of panic on his face. With force in his hand, he wanted to twist the dagger and smash everything in the Grand Duke's chest.

But his wrists were stiff, but he couldn't move at all.

Not just the wrist, from head to toe, except for the eyeballs and mouth, the butler of the duke's residence couldn't move at all.

"It's a pity that when you lose your grace and composure, you also become less attentive."

"Alfrey, do you think you can see shadows in such dim light?"

The old butler who backstabbed his master suddenly remembered something, and his two eyes turned down desperately.

Sure enough, he saw that under his feet, there was a circle of shadows that were particularly clear and thick.

It was only then that he recalled that the circle of shadows just now was still at the feet of the Golden Duke, and he did not know when it came to his feet silently.

It was the sun just now!

The sun was released not to attack those prisoners, but to take the opportunity to divert the shadows!

The shadow under Alfrey's feet is undoubtedly the shadow Jiang Li!

It turned out that the city lord of Fengdu saw the Prime Minister Wang Ting again after cheating the group of armor-faced demons with the talent of immortality once.

I guessed that they would definitely take revenge on their own hands. So I immediately made a little preparation to prevent such a sudden situation.

It just so happened that, with the help of the Sishen Temple, Fengdu City's war against the Ten Directions went very smoothly.

After killing a few demon kings at the beginning, the remaining guys chose to look out for the wind very carefully.

After all, they were not the opponents of the Golden Duke and the two palace masters, and they were besieged by the masters sent by the Sishen Temple.

Hit and beat, escape and can't escape.

Under that kind of pressure, it was as if the whole world was targeting them.

If Xiu Xianjie wanted to cut grass and root, then of course they could only fight back and bite down a piece of meat.

However, Fengducheng was originally a huge force composed of demons and monsters.

After becoming famous, this group of monsters originally wanted to form an alliance or simply join.

Now Fengducheng throws an olive branch and is willing to save their lives. After the official incorporation, except for a few stubborn donkey spirits, the other monsters decisively chose to abandon the darkness and cast the light.

And those demon kings who came in have become the best leading party.

They have more or less the secrets of their neighbors.

They have already entered the water, so of course, they must be pulled into the water with all their strength.

So with their cooperation, the war ended much faster than expected.

The most time was spent on the trivial matters of naming and numbering a large number of monsters in the Ten Directions Domain.

In the end, it only took less than two months for this tumor, which was originally marked as red and dangerous on the map, to be forcefully removed by Fengducheng.

So Jiang Li simply called Golden Duke back to help himself.

Sure enough, at this moment, he blocked a knife.

Judging from the power of the dagger, even if he was hit by his body, it is estimated that he would be injured.

On the ground, the shadow Jiang Li began to exert his strength, controlling Alfred, and slowly pulled the dagger out of Alduin's golden back.

The dagger was separated from the body, the golden prince spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body shook twice, only then did he barely stand still.

If his state is displayed by digital health, then his current health is estimated to have dropped to less than half of the full value.

The power of that dagger was just too ruthless.

There are no other dangers around.

The real Jiang Li emerged from his shadow and snatched the dagger from Alfrey's hands.

Just looking at this dagger gave him a feeling of trepidation. There was constant pain in the eyebrows.

This thing can definitely hurt him, and it's not a minor injury.

As soon as the identification technique was swept away, Jiang Li immediately took a deep breath.

The name of the dagger here is actually called [Falling Horse Poison Pile - Seal]!

The appearance of this dagger is actually not the key, but a seal that limits the power of what is inside.

The real key, the powerful one, is a scorpion-tailed stinger that was poured and sealed in it, a poisonous pile of horses!

The name sounds a bit strange.

But the brilliant record is almost unparalleled in the myth of Journey to the West.

That was the terrifying supernatural power that once pricked the Tathagata's middle finger, pierced the stone monkey's brine door, broke the diamond without breaking, and caused the top gods and Buddhas to suffer endless pain!

This group of guys took out the Immortal Binding Rope in front, and used that powerful yellow light curtain before, but now there is still such a thing, and it is a first-class fetish in the ancient times.

Where did they find the treasure?

What method did the great power of the ancient times use to keep so many powerful treasures to this day?

However, also because of the end of the law, all these treasures have suffered huge damage that is almost irreparable.

Some are barely usable, and are very effective.

Some, such as this Poisonous Poison Pile, are more fragile. If they are used with all their strength, they will shatter on the spot.

Therefore, they sealed it with a clever technique, and only caused damage with a little power leaked out.

But just such a little leaked power easily pierced through the body of the golden prince.

If it is to throw away the seal once, even Jiang Li, I am afraid that he will suffer extremely terrifying injuries.

"How many good things do you still have in your hands!?"

Putting away the dagger, Jiang Li became more and more curious.

So far, based on Jiang Li's knowledge and experience.

There are only three kinds of extraordinary powers that can still exist in the age of the end of the law.

One is the black stone tablet that Jiang Li had seen before. That was the mighty, most massively implemented plan of those ancient times.

At the cost of sacrificing dragons, monsters and a large number of low-level immortals without status and strength, save a ray of life for yourself.

Although it is really only a glimmer of life, the reincarnations of the immortals and Buddhas in the world of immortality today are all from here.

The second is the bottom layer of the Nine Serenity Land.

When the heaven and earth first opened, the clear air floated up and the turbid air descended. In the end of the Dharma era, the main target is to clear the air.

The higher the sky above the nine heavens, the faster the death, the deeper the nine secluded ones, the longer they stay.

In the deepest part of the underworld, there has always been a yin qi that has not dissipated.

And the third one is the fate of the human race condensed by the hundreds of millions of ordinary human races. This force is ethereal and invisible, yet it is real.

These luck will be condensed in the place with the merits of the human race. Jiang Li had been to several places related to the human race.

The things in it are far more complete than those from other places.

These guys can keep the immortal rope, the powerful yellow light film for defense, and the powerful immortal objects such as the Poisonous Poison Pile up to this day.

And from the words, it is obvious that the title of "Human Sovereign" was almost only active in the Great Desolation, and disappeared after the great catastrophe of the conferred gods.

To be able to retain such a long-standing memory, from a certain point of view, it is even more difficult to retain immortal artifacts.

I don't know what method they used to do this.

Who else can play such a big game.

"Let me see who you are!"

Jiang Li reached out and clasped Alfred's armor.

Slowly exerted force, and soon fine cracks appeared on the nail surface.

After it shattered with a snap, a wrinkled face was revealed below.

It looks like an old man in his old age.

But that armor is not a disguise, but the first-generation armored demon is like this.

In the early days, Gaogu Meatzhi, which eroded the creatures into a pasta monster, would not be as thorough as it is today.

This is Alfred's face before he turned into a gargoyle. Now it's just a decoration.

Jiang Li's right hand was clasped on the old face, and his five fingers turned into strands of whiskers, twisting and digging into his skull.

Jiuyoumu has restrained the soul. In the past, whenever there were things like searching for the soul and taking the soul, he basically gave it to two Jiuyou clones to do it.

After merging that section of Jiuyou Roots, Jiang Li's ability in respect also increased rapidly, and the power has surpassed the two clones.

Jiuyou Roots directly and brutally broke through his soul protection and took root into his spiritual world.

A large number of colorful dream spiders climbed out of them and wreaked havoc in each other's spiritual world.

Weaving the power of dreams to reduce his resistance.

The roots began to unscrupulously extract the power of the other party's soul, causing the spiritual world to shrink visibly to the naked eye.

Some fragmentary images also poured into Jiang Li's mind.

Alfred is the first pasta troll who was born in the early days of the Aura.

His life is really too long, and it is one of the longest Jiang Li has ever seen. The long life of nearly 10,000 years has caused him to have too many memories.

Most of them are still trivial life trivialities with little meaning.

And at a very early time, he had already joined the Royal Court of Armor, and then began to live the same repetitive life.

In a long life, the only change may be to serve a different master.

Quickly skip these useless memories.

Jiang Li began to gradually discover that there was always a blank space in his memory every day.

It's not obvious for a day or two, but after a long time, it becomes quite suspicious.

During that time, Alfred had seen what people did and what might have been the secrets of the group of immortals.

The spiritual cultivation of Noodle Trolls is generally good, and the control of their own memory is also firmer.

It seems that there is nothing useful in the periphery.

The most important secrets must be hidden deepest.

Jiang Li thought about it, and the brown roots spread rapidly, winding toward the center of the spiritual world.

The five roots slammed into the core position in the spiritual world.

Among them, some different pictures finally emerged.

That was his memory before he became a pasta troll.

and many more. . . How could those pictures take place in Cangyun Prefecture! ?

Jiang Li found something quite wrong.

"The birthplace of this group of immortals is not Heniu Prefecture, but like Jiang Li, it is also Cangyun Prefecture."

"Early before the Qin Dynasty became the Immortal Qin Dynasty, their people were already active in Cangyun Prefecture!"

No wonder they are so proficient at using magic weapons, most of the armored monsters don't do this.

Runes, alchemy, alchemy, maybe they have more.

This force may be even more terrifying than he imagined.

"Hey! That stitched beast is actually their handwriting!"

"The rise and fall of the Xianqin Dynasty turned out to be their shadow!"

"To be able to do this to such an extent, what the hell are you all about!"

He became more and more frightened, continued to go deeper, and continued to dig out more things through violence.

His soul-searching skills are actually quite brilliant. After being searched by him, Alfred's fate was either dead or stupid.

This is the consequence of searching for souls. In the sect of the righteous path in the immortal world, it is generally not the person who encounters the great treacherous and evil people, and rarely uses this kind of sinister means.

Alfred can't be wronged if he doesn't care about reason.

But just when his roots touched the deepest secret, a pale old face suddenly appeared in front of him.

This is the first time Jiang Li has seen this face, but it is not the first time that the owner of this face has seen Jiang Li.

At that time, under the inverted Kyushu, the phantom that appeared was this one.

Obviously, Jiang Li's actions under the Kyushu tripod had all fallen into his eyes.

The reason why the identity of the descendant of the emperor is exposed is also because of this one.

The old man in white clothes, eyebrows, beard, hair, all pale, waved his long sleeves in Alfrey's mind.

I saw that there were golden lotuses emerging, and all of a sudden, they violently repelled Jiang Li's Jiuyou Roots.

The next moment, Alfred's head exploded violently.

Jiang Li, whose palm was still resting on the opponent's forehead, took a few steps back, covering his head, and a line of blood flowed from his nostrils.

I finally wrote it.

Forty thousand pipes, twenty people per pipe. . . I was queued in the middle of the night, waiting to take over.