Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

　　 "By the way, we should make a basin."

　　 Judging from the stone performance of the white-haired scale monster, Jiang Li is 70% sure that there should be an egg of the white-haired scale monster, and this is the child of the white-haired scale monster.

　　 So the question is, what is the use of an albino scale demon egg?

　　 He brought a basin, and he took half a bucket of well water in it, and then put the stone above the basin like an egg, two thumb nails stuck in the gap between the stones, slowly increasing the strength!

　　 Jiangli is now a real martial artist of the inner family, his hands are comparable to iron clamps, and his nails are even sharper and tougher than a dagger.

　　 The originally imperceptible gaps are getting bigger bit by bit, and you can see the inside. Originally, a kind of white slime was used to glue the stones together.

　　 suddenly hard!

Snapped!

　　 A round object fell out of the rock, and after splashing some water in the basin, it floated on the water.

This. . . Is it a seed?

　　 [Name: Seed of Spiritual Root? 】

　　【Type: Sundries】

　　 [Class: Unknown]

　　 [Note: Not recommended for consumption. 】

　　 I guessed wrong, what is hidden in this stone is not the egg of a scale monster, but a thing that has been identified as [Spirit Root Seed].

　　 Linggen. . . Isn't it the spiritual root I think?

　　 This thing is called the seed of spiritual roots. Is it possible that if you plant it in the soil and pour some water, it will grow a spiritual root?

　　 Jiangli is a little dazed, shouldn't Linggen be an abstract talent for cultivation?

　　 Apart from his descendants' roots, he doesn't think he will have any organs that can be called "spiritual roots".

　　 And after the effect of the appraisal technique, there is a question mark behind the name of the seed of the spirit root. This has never happened before, and Jiang Li didn't understand what it meant.

"weird stuff."

　　 After confirming that there was nothing else in the stone shell, Jiang Li picked up the seed and studied it.

　　 He didn't notice anything except the hard shell of the seed.

　　 After thinking about it, Jiang Li found an earthenware pot in the backyard of the dormitory, filled it with soil and drenched it with water, and then planted the seed in it.

　　 This thing should be more valuable and valuable. The appraisal technique suggests that this thing cannot be used. Since it is a seed, there is always no problem.

　　 Put the pots on the table next to the window on the second floor, so that when you open the window, you can see the sun.

During the 　　 period, Yanhong came again, and delivered the month that had been handed in by the nineteen subordinates.

　　 The Yue Feng of their lower-grade Linggen disciples, each is a spirit stone, five Qi-returning pills, and five Qi-yang pills.

　　 There are nineteen spirit stones, ninety-five Qi-returning pills, and ninety-five Qi-yang pills.

　　 The two of them first took back their principal, that is, Jiang Li took the eight spirit stones first, and Yan Hong also took back two spirit stones.

　　 Then all the remaining things are divided equally between the two.

　　 The nineteen subordinates didn't say anything, but they were always dissatisfied in their hearts. It seems that after a while, they still have to give them psychological counseling.

　　 "Jiang Li, I heard that this introduction to Qi training generally takes ten days at the earliest for high-grade Linggen disciples, and if it is slow, it takes a month, and many people are there."

　　 "The disciples of the middle grade Linggen usually take one to three months. This is still the case of diligence and diligence in meditating every day."

　　 "Those inferior spiritual roots and inferior spiritual roots, not to mention, many disciples even after the end of the first year of the new disciple period, they have not been able to draw air into the body."

　　 This long cultivator, both of them are helpless.

　　 "Come slowly, you can use the medicinal pill to help you enter the body, then it will be easy."

　　 We had dinner together again. The food at the Outer Gate of the Tibetan Scripture Valley was quite good to be honest, and the meat and vegetable combinations were unlimited.

　　 is just all the new outside disciples who have no intention of enjoying food.

　　 Both of them ate quickly, and after complaining about the difficulty of the exercises for a while, the body went back to meditate very honestly.

　　. . . .

　　 In the next half month, Jiang Li spent most of his time on the practice of groping for the exercises.

　　 He also went to the open class of Waimen University a few times.

　　 This school actually has classes every day, but it is usually basic and literacy literacy courses.

　　 The social structure of this world is very backward, and the level of knowledge and popularity is very low.

　　 So this usual culture class is aimed at this group of new students who are still illiterate.

　　 And the elder's homework delivered one day a week is the really valuable course.

　　 such as the origin history of monks, how to interpret the terminology of exercises, common misunderstandings in novice practice, precautions for taking pills, etc.

　　 Just like the classroom in the previous life, what the disciples like most to listen to is the experience of the immortal world that the elder teachers and brothers talked about while bragging.

　　 These trivial pieces of knowledge rarely appear in books, but they are also indispensable common sense on the road of cultivating immortals.

　　 Anything that casually leaks from the mouths of these elders can save them a lot of detours.

　　 "Today's lecture was really timely. I have been stuck in that corner for five days without making any progress. I can definitely go further tonight."

　　 Yanhong was very excited, as if he could break through and enter the Qi refining stage soon.

　　 "Me too, I only noticed the influence of time on the practice of the exercise before, and all other aspects were ignored. No wonder the feeling of practice is so strange and stagnant every time."

　　 Jiang Li also suddenly realized.

　　 "By the way, where are the things you helped buy before, are they here?"

　　 "Well, I already bought it. It's in my yard, but it will cost you a piece of spiritual stone. This time you are losing a lot."

　　 Yanhong looked depressed, but Jiang Li didn't care much.

　　 The same thing has different value in the eyes of different people.

　　 And Jiang Li is in a hurry, it is inevitable that the price is a bit more expensive.

　　 Back to Yanhong's backyard, a log that at least two people hugged was lying quietly there.

　　 Jiangli stepped forward and looked at the annual rings. The tree was sixty-nine years old, which was older than his two lifetimes combined.

　　 "Not bad, thank you brother, this is a great help."

　　 This is naturally a locust tree, although it is just a very ordinary locust tree trunk, you may be able to buy it for some gold and silver in the duny world.

　　 But Lao Huai, who was more than sixty years old, was not easy to find, and he was in the sect of the Cultivation Realm, unable to draw on the forces of the mortal world, so naturally he could only purchase it at a high price for a spiritual stone.

　　 He stretched out his hands and hugged the tree trunk, pressing his feet, the internal strength of Suihu Gong spread throughout his body, let alone this section of the tree trunk, which weighs 800 kilograms, was raised against his shoulders by his life.

　　 "Go, if you have this thing, you are ready to call me brother."

　　 Jiangli was very confident and walked away carrying the heavy trunk.

　　Because today’s college class is late for class, it’s already midday at the end of the moon. He didn't go back to the dormitory directly, but walked toward a remote wasteland at the outer door.

　　 In the past half a month, he is not a nerd who doesn't listen to things outside the window. He has basically understood the basic topography of the outer door.

　　 The place he was going was a cemetery, a mass grave at the outer gate!

　　 In the previous conversation with Yu Banxiahe, he once learned that the Cangjing Pavilion recruited 600 to 700 disciples each year, but the number of outer disciples remained stable at around 8,000.

　　 It is understood that disciples of the outer sect can be promoted through the outer sect competition and cultivation breakthrough every year, but there are only a few dozen of them.

　　 What about the other disciples? How did it disappear?

　　 The practice went wrong and died. .

　　The fighting between the disciples died. .

　　 died in distress while leaving the mission. .

　　 In short, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, the entire outer gate, one or two people should not die any day.

　　 After many years, the unique scenery of the outer cemetery was finally created.

　　 At a glance, the tombstones are next to the tombstones in the moonlight, the tombs are stacked on the graves, the wind is raging, the wildfires are floating, and from time to time there will be a burst of ghosts crying and wolf howling.

　　 The floor area of ​​this graveyard seems to be no smaller than the outer residential area, but the graveyard is still crowded like this.

　　 Jiangli He is carrying the locust tree log, his feet are heavy, and there will be crisp breaking noises from under the ground from time to time.

　　 Every inch of land below this, I am afraid there are bones sleeping.

　　 "There is no weird ~ there is no weird ~"

　　 Such a dense cemetery with a large number of burials and such a long time history, things like corpses becoming haunted are simply normal.

　　 This is also within the immortal sect, a ghost that comes out will be casually slaughtered, and placed in the outside world is a sneaky and happy land of creatures.

　　 found a slightly level ground, Jiang Li chuckled softly, and directly smashed the locust wood on his shoulders into the ground.

　　 "Damn it! This internal force is almost bottoming out. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 rested for a while, and readjusted to a good state.

　　 Jiangli hurriedly made preparations. He didn't come here to eat too much and digest.

　　 Throwing off the shoes on his feet, standing with his feet apart and burying his bare feet in the soil, the cold and slippery feeling made him feel a little comfortable.

　　Under the moonlight, his shadow overlaps with the locust tree logs.

　　 Jiangli slowly opened his hands, and from the shadow, it was as if the locust tree had regrown two branches.

　　 Just standing like this, Jiang Li closed his eyes, and in the gloomy graveyard, he visualized the practice of "Ghost Wood Jue"

　　 Huai! Ghost in the wood too!

　　 its roots drink the yellow spring of nine quiets! Its leaves cover the eyes of the moon in the sky!

　　 In this practice, Jiang Li felt far different from before. The cold yin wood air was clearly visible in Chi Chi, and it was constantly becoming more intense.

　　 That's for sure. Although the outer disciples are not high-level and not strong, they are all monks. After the monks die, the resentment they can produce is naturally far more than ordinary people.

　　 More than tens of thousands of outer disciples have been buried in this cemetery for more than two hundred years.

　　 So even if it wasn’t, this graveyard has already been alive and reversely cultivated into a place of absolute darkness.

　　 And Sophora japonicus is yin and can call ghosts. In the tradition of the world, it is a tree that must not appear around the cemetery.

　　 But this time, Jiang Li carried a sixty-nine year old locust tree trunk and stood in the mass grave at the outer gate.

　　 Suddenly, the yin wind whistled, and the rich yin qi began to converge in the direction of Jiang Li, and the ghost fires ignited in the air, and the number of them erratic in the air increased.

　　 Hundreds of turquoise ghost fires slowly drifted around Jiang Li, following the yin vortex.