Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

Jiang Li remembered that this Wu Shi had entered a village specially before entering the ruins. I want to come to these human cruel horrors on the ground, and that spliced ​​head, it should all come from there.

It's really not without reason that this group is hated by people in casual cultivators. Although one of them does not cut down on the heroes and heroes, the swordsmen are in good faith.

But the vast majority of casual cultivators are villains who can't hold onto even the most basic morals!

Wu Shi was just an ordinary casual repairer. However, he was lucky. After gaining the inheritance from the declining Taoist temple of the first family in the east of the village, he embarked on the path of cultivating immortals.

Although the days of casual cultivator were difficult and he had no elders to give him advice, his own explorations also allowed him to barely practice Qi to get started, and slowly came into contact with a corner of the world of cultivating immortals.

Once, in order to chase a spirit rat, he got into the rift by accident and found the ruins.

That kind of huge excitement is definitely not what ordinary people can experience.

Like the kind of poor family boy who got the heritage, he became a peerless genius, stepped on countless people, married all the female cultivators of the Luoshen list, and eventually became immortals and gods, but it is very popular among the casual cultivators.

When he first entered this ruin, there were actually many collapsed burial points in the underground tunnel, and many dead bones lying in the tunnel for a long time.

According to the plot in the story, he kowtowed and buried the dead bones one by one in a respectful manner, and got their legacy.

It's just that because time is too long, the original body of this ruin was suddenly destroyed during the war, and no one has taken proper preservation measures.

Therefore, some magical pill that remained beside the corpse, lost all the spiritual energy under the washing of time, and slowly decayed in this lonely space.

As a result, he did not find much useful things on these corpses.

He found the black sword and the bracelet only on a corpse whose clothes were intact, with an extraordinarily tall body and a bone shape that was slightly different from that of a human being.

Apart from this, there is nothing more.

But these can't extinguish his passion for exploration. Using primitive methods, I dig up the collapsed point bit by bit, clean up the soil and gravel, and almost treat this ruin as my own home.

It took several months before he barely penetrated the part of the tunnel that was still intact.

During this period, he also saw the chaotic murals.

Unlike Jiang Li, an ordinary monk during the Qi training period in Wushi District, when he saw the murals for the first time, had no ability to resist, and he fainted when he rolled his eyes.

In the coma, he was not fully conscious, and he had many dreams, and the **** nightmares over and over again tortured him.

When he woke up again, there were more fragmentary memories in his mind, and his own personality and thoughts did not show a trace and changed a little.

But this is not the end, but the beginning.

Since the day of the coma, Wu Shi has repeatedly experienced the same dreams every day.

More and more times, the more memories in my mind gradually become complete. His character is also imperceptibly, becoming more cruel.

I don't know which day it started. When he looked at the murals again, he no longer felt dizzy, but only felt happy and excited. He often stood in front of the murals and looked at it all day.

Wu Shi finally learned something about this ruin.

This place once belonged to a powerful sect, the Black Lotus Sect, just such a name.

The ultimate goal of this sect seems to be to resurrect a god.

Resurrect a god? There are no gods in this world.

This was his first thought at the time.

When the contemporary tide of cultivating immortals just revived, there were countless mortal monks who exhausted their lives to explore the traces of immortal Buddhas.

But in the end, in the realm of cultivating immortals, it was confirmed that the immortal Buddha did not exist in this world.

In the mortal kingdom, the immortal master has become completely synonymous with the monk.

With the cultivation of the earliest pioneers of cultivation getting higher and higher, the distance from the real immortals is getting closer and closer.

This answer has basically become common sense in the world of cultivating immortals. There are no immortal Buddhas in this world, and these monks will be a new generation of immortal Buddhas.

It is precisely because of this that Wu Shi sneered at this and did not believe it at all.

It wasn't until after walking down the corridor to the end and seeing the figure sitting on the huge black lotus that he understood the true value of this ruin.

That dream, maybe he didn't lie to him!

A god, or the body of a god, is right in front of his eyes!

Well, based on Wu Shi's superficial insights, if a corpse is stronger than all the monks he has seen, it is naturally a god.

For the first time, trying, following the practice in that dream, Wu Shi sacrificed a bowl of his own blood.

However, what excites him is that this huge corpse actually gave him a reaction.

On that day, his cultivation base, which had been stagnated for a long time because of lack of resources, made a breakthrough so easily.

He also knew that this "dead corpse" was called Asura, the **** of Asura.

After tasting the sweetness, he could no longer extricate himself from this ruin.

Sacrifices time after time, feedback time after time, the death of a large number of mortals, so that the power in his ruins, before the age of twenty, successfully broke through to the late stage of Qi training.

This is a speed that most casual cultivators can hardly think of. Even a sect disciple, this speed is enough to be regarded as an elite.

As time passed, Wu Shi's hands were stained with more and more blood, and the dream that would appear every night was no longer unacceptable in his heart.

However, in one night's dream, the **** corpse on the black lotus called him on his own initiative.

As long as he completes the blood sacrifice again, God Shura will give him enough strength to build a foundation.

But the goal of the blood sacrifice was to slaughter his village and sacrifice his blood relatives.

This time, Wu Shi, who was almost addicted, hesitated. The last bit of reason and emotion in his mind told him that this was wrong.

He temporarily closed the fissure, and that was the time when he heard the news of Da Chongshan monk Dabi.

Wu Shi participated in the big competition and gave his choice to destiny. If he can become famous in the competition, he will get what he wants.

Wu Shi might make up his mind to abandon the ruins.

But the final result is also known. He didn't get any benefit in the big competition, but lost the black sword.

Hungry for strength, he was completely lost in his mind by negative emotions, and the sense of empathy and guilt he was born with was completely gone.

After returning, Wu Shi did not hesitate to slaughter the whole village, danced on their corpses, and stitched out a head with the fragments of his parents' blood.

Yes, the village where Wu Shi was massacred before was the place where he was born and raised.

And the "Sura God" did not disappoint him this time either.

The stitched weird head twisted twice, actually opened his eyes and spoke.

"Haha! Hahahaha, good fortune young man, God Shura heard your voice, I am very satisfied with your sacrifice, and pious people should be rewarded."

"Come on, drink my blood, and accept the gift of God Shura."

The head's mouth was closed and closed, but the voice of speech was constantly changing, as if there were many people crowded in one head, vying to speak with the leaky mouth.

When Wu Shi heard the words, his crazy face immediately showed overjoy, and he quickly picked up a porcelain bowl and moved closer.

From the spliced ​​head floating in the air, two tears of blood shed from its eyes and dropped into the porcelain bowl.

It seemed that it was just a few drops of blood, but Wu Shi could feel the temptation of that sweet smell.

As long as you eat it, you can get the power of the **** of Shura, and you can trample all those guys under your feet!

Wu Shi's smile was full of madness, holding the porcelain bowl tremblingly, and swallowing it as soon as he raised his head.

However, at this moment, a sword light came in an instant!

Regardless of the consumption of the Shushan imperial swordsmanship that has been accumulated for a long time, how can a cultivator in the refining period be able to respond.

A head that was grinning and laughing wildly was directly chopped off by this sword, tumbling and tossing in the air for a long time.

But the big wound at the mouth of the bowl was burnt in pitch black, and blood couldn't even flow out.

The headless body twitched twice and then collapsed, but the porcelain bowl was firmly caught by the other hand.

"If no one wants this thing, let me study it for a few days and say goodbye."

Jiang Li controlled the avatar to catch the porcelain bowl, and then did not stay for a while, then immediately turned back and rushed towards the corridor outside the stone room.

His speed is very fast, he has already made preparations, and he will leave after grabbing things.

But at this moment, his foresight accidentally swept a huge figure in the center of the stone room.

Purple. . Three heads. . Six arms. . It's just that the aftermath of the light flashed, and the avatar's brain was again intensely dizzy, and his feet couldn't help but pause.

Jiang Li, who was always watching, decisively took over the control and continued to rush towards the outside, but after such a meal, it was still too late.

"Jianxiu! I'll wait for good things if it's bad! Let's go!"

The human head bounced up violently, jumped to the only way of the clone, and exploded decisively.

Boom!

Dirty blood, broken bones, and brains directly smeared the clone's face, and his figure was inevitably pushed back by the shock wave.

Jiang Li promptly activated the body protection magic weapon, and the light of the spiritual energy instantly protected the whole body and the porcelain bowl in his hand, and was not directly seriously injured by this blow.

But just after landing, his face changed drastically on the spot.

The aura light film on his body suddenly fluctuated violently because of some influence. In just a moment, he was completely uncontrollable, and the light film exploded directly into a cloud of spiritual energy, disappearing.

Jiang Li tried two more attempts to restart, but the defensive magic weapon unexpectedly failed so inexplicably.

"There is a problem with this blood!"

Looking at the exploding blood mist ahead, Jiang Li looked solemn.

Zhuohongjian had flown back to him, but the front exit was still blocked by blood mist.

Keeping his eyes down, trying to avoid seeing the things in the center of the stone chamber, Jiang Li poured the blood in the bowl into a porcelain bottle and put it away, then pinched his sword.

Drunk and hate! Beacon Reflects the End of the World!

He didn't wait for the blood mist to dissipate, and he struck forward with a beacon sword in the sky.

The space in this stone chamber is too small, and the high-powered and large-scale sword art can't be used at all, so he still chose, a sword move that comes with the Jiuhuo Sword Song.

A spate of flames and sword light flew out, and the blood mist soon filled up. Jiang Li controlled the clone to rush out of the stone chamber.

However, some people are very hospitable and don't want him to leave.

Both hands suddenly hugged the avatar's left foot from the ground, causing his impulse to stop again. But a headless corpse suddenly moved, clinging tightly to it but not letting go!

Afterwards, the head that was slashed with a sword by him also flew over.

Flew very fast from the rear to the side of Jian Xiu's clone, and it turned out to be another violent explosion.

With the same flesh, bones and brains, the power of this explosion is far less powerful than just now.

But his face is not good at all.

Because of the spirit of wine and fire in the body, I don't listen to it!

The next moment, his belly bulged high like an October pregnancy, an uncontrollable spirit of alcohol and fire, gushing out of the sea of ​​anger, and it was about to burst his body.

Jiang Li cursed in his heart, what kind of weird method this is, too vicious!

Fortunately, the clone is allowed to test first. If the body comes without knowing it, with the body's terrifying aura reserves, it may suffer a big loss.

Seeing that his body was about to be broken, Jiang Li made a decisive decision, turning his **** into a sword and directly inserted into the umbilical door of the clone.

Puff!

It's like a pressure cooker whose pressure has reached its limit and the gas valve is suddenly pulled out.

A lot of spiritual energy poured out from his umbilical door. The aura enveloping the rich aroma of wine, don't spray it out like money.

He also wanted to use the law to forcibly consume it, but the current Jiuhuo Aura can't be controlled at all. Even if he wants to carry it into his mouth, he can't do it at all.

The main body also quickly stopped the spirit surge, and this barely avoided the ending of the clone body exploding.

After more than two minutes of aura, the stomach of Jian Xiu clone slowly calmed down.

But the crisis has not been relieved. At this moment, there is no aura in his body.

Endless feelings of weakness gush out from every inch of the body's cells. Aura is completely empty, this situation is almost equivalent to temporary paralysis for a monk.

Doppelgänger was clutching his everted belly button, and he couldn't even stand firmly.

Try to restart the spirit surge, but it may be because the blood is still sticking to the body, and the newly emerging spirit is still difficult to control.

Jiang Li tried to summon the Flying Sword again, but it was a pity that the Burning Rainbow Sword had just been splashed with blood, and all the auras escaped out of control in a short time, and fell helplessly to the side of the clone.

The situation is almost a dead end!

"Sword repair! Shushan sword repair! It is you and you!"

The blood mist slowly dissipated, and the eight ghosts turned into eight black mists.

"Shushan Jianxiu destroyed my sect! Eat you! Let me eat you!"

In the eight black fog, a human face appeared from time to time, flying around the clone.

A demon suddenly rushed out, with a grimace directly on Jiang Li's shoulder, and then directly tore off a piece of flesh and blood.

The avatar suffers from eating, and because of the lack of spiritual energy, the body is weak, and it is almost unsteady to stand.

"The smell of blood! I like the smell of blood, if there is more fear in it! Ah! Delicious!"

Stimulated by the blood of living people, the eight evil spirits became even more excited, and two more fell on the backs of the clones, and ripped off two pieces of flesh and blood fiercely.

If this continues, Jiang Li's sword repair clone, I'm afraid it will have to be here and be eaten directly by these eight evil spirits!

"I thought it was something that pretended to be a ghost here, and resurrected the **** Asura. It turned out to be just a few little ghosts."

Jiang Li gritted his teeth and resisted the pain, then said so pretendingly.

He could see that in this ruin, there is no Shura **** who can give back to the believers, only eight evil spirits who do things.

The thing sitting in the center of the stone room should be the source of the chaotic power in this ruin, but it is indeed completely dead.

And these eight evil spirits should have been transformed by the monks in this place.

"Shushan's choppy! What are you talking about! I want to tear yours to pieces!"

A cloud of black mist flew in front of Jiang Li fiercely, and a wretched old face with a bald head and long beard slammed directly on the face of the avatar, and he was about to bite off his eyeball directly!

"Dare you guys!"

With a loud shout, Jiang Li actually shocked these evil spirits.

"You can't leave this stone room!"

He looked at the eight bones in the corner of the stone room.

With the change of personality, Wu Shi was obviously not in the mood to bury the body anymore. Those corpses should be the original body of these eight guys.

And judging from the fact that they had to stop the avatar no matter what, once the avatar left the stone room, they would no longer be able to pursue it.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the eight ghosts quieted down inexplicably.

"The only people who know here are me and him."

"Now that he is dead, you kill me again. It might take a hundred years for the next hapless guy to discover this place? Two hundred years? Or forever?"

He pointed to the headless corpse on the ground again, and then sat down on the ground with a broken can.

The eight black mists no longer bite the clone, floating around the clone, and the ghost rolled violently.

After a while ~www.NovelMTL.com~ another ghost floated over.

"It doesn't matter, as long as we occupy your body, we can go out."

The black mist is still rolling endlessly. This guy obviously doesn't know. In the eyes of knowledgeable people, it is not difficult to tell whether a ghost is lying.

"If it were that simple to seize the house, you could have gone out long ago."

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the one who wants to drink this thing to take you out."

Jiang Li took out the small porcelain bottle and dangled it in his hand.

"Then, as you wish."

Just when the eight ghosts fell into silence and were considering how to lure Jiang Li into submission.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Li directly opened the cork and poured it directly into his mouth as soon as he raised his head. No drop was left!

Anyway, Lao Tzu is a clone, who is afraid of whom!