Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

Latest website: Master Liaoyuan brought two dragon-dropping sticks onto the field. Jiang Li, who felt that his attack was not strong enough, had no reason to refuse, so he simply responded.

The two dragon sticks turned into streamers and floated into the air.

Reaching the power of the pill formation stage, roared from the top of the two people's heads.

A big hole was blasted directly under the monk's feet, and half of him plunged directly into it, which shows the power of this stick.

This kind of power, even if the solid iron lump is pressed on, must be unbearable.

But Jiang Li and Liaoyuan didn't change their faces, and stood still in place.

You know, these two people are just building a foundation. Withstand a blow during the pill formation period, there was no harm in the slightest.

Even at the foot of Jiang Li, there was only a small crack, which stopped after half a meter of spread.

If it were replaced by other foundation-building monks present, he would not die at this time, and he would have lost half his life.

Jiang Li's domineering exercise is definitely not as clever as Heshou Zen, but he can't hold him back.

And when he looked at Liao Yuan, he was a little surprised.

You must know the path of cultivating immortals, the farther you get to the back, the greater the gap between level and level. Taking the cultivation base of the refining period to withstand the attacks of the base building period and taking the cultivation base of the base period to withstand the attacks of the pill formation period is not the same concept.

This fate was able to not hurt anything under the Jianglong Cudgel, and it seemed that within this short period of time, his Heshou Zen had made great progress.

In the dragon and tiger courtyard under the night, there are dozens of monks in the foundation building period who are receiving treatment!

Among them, two figures are being continuously beaten with sticks.

Master Liaoyuan relies on the mystery of Heshou Zen to resist attacks, while Jiang Li uses Tyrant Body Art.

The domineering body, which is a mixture of physical power and nine ghosts, can offset the external power that acts on the body. Theoretically speaking, as long as the attack intensity does not exceed the sum of Jiang Li's strength and aura, then he cannot be hurt.

And with Jiang Li's strength and spiritual strength, this kind of attack that could reach the pill formation stage could not break through his defense at all.

The only problem with the Ba Ti Jue is that it consumes too much physical strength, but this is also not a problem for Jiang Li.

One stick, ten sticks, one hundred sticks, Jiang Long Fuhu combined with fifty sticks to beat Jiang Li's body back and forth.

This made his Overlord Body Art more and more perfect.

In the beginning, when he was attacked from different directions, Jiang Li would still be a little confused.

Slowly, as more and more attacks he endured, Jiang Li's control of himself became more perfect, and his power was distributed more evenly around his body.

After enduring more than three hundred Jianglong sticks, Jiang Li suddenly felt a little understanding in his heart. It turns out that there is still such a mystery in the musculoskeletal body of the human body.

On his panel, Tyrant Body Jue finally changed from lv7 to lv8.

In the slight tremor of his whole body being beaten by a long stick, he could feel every muscle of his whole body tense, and the clumps of spiritual energy compressed in the muscles.

They are like countless springs, ready to counteract external forces.

This is the basic principle of Tyrant Body Jue, but now it seems that my previous operation was still a bit too rough.

Jiang Li began to take the initiative to extract spiritual energy, pumping the pure nine ghosts spiritual energy into a tiny bit of energy, and then inserted it between the muscle fibers.

The filamentous spiritual energy is spirally wound around one muscle fiber, forming countless more tiny spiritual energy springs, and then the muscles contract and vibrate gently, compressing and accumulating all the filamentous spiritual energy springs.

In this way, the brute force and spiritual energy are combined together, and then this energy is evenly distributed throughout the body, and that is the domineering body.

With the sword furnace in his body, Jiang Li could only use less than 30% of the aura, which made the speed of winding the aura become so slow.

But fortunately, his aura recovers fast enough, but it won't be delayed for long.

And when his Overlord Body Art reached the eighth level, this power could already be temporarily stored.

Hid this power of the overlord body in all the musculoskeletal skin of the whole body, and then burst out in one breath!

Hum!

Jiang Li's body suddenly shook, and the magic weapon that fell on him was directly shocked by the sudden burst of force to a distance of 100 meters.

[Breaking out the tyrant body formula, the non-injury tyrant body acts on oneself, after the effect is over, the weakness, stiffness, and muscle strain will act on oneself.]

[Woundless Overlord: When attacked, the overlord is saved, the intensity of the overlord is equal to the sum of the current strength and the aura, the duration is 2 minutes] (-+)

After the overlord body energy stored in the muscles suddenly exploded, Jiang Li felt that his whole body was covered with a heavy armor.

There is no need to bother to maintain the Tyrant Body Art at all, and the body no longer feels locked up, even if he doesn't use the power of Jiama Shenxing, he can move and attack freely.

Without worrying about the opponent's attack, he can output with all his strength, or concentrate on running away!

This is really a good practical state, although it can only last for two minutes, and the consumption and after-effects are very large.

But after pressing the plus sign for five seconds, these things have nothing to do with him.

As he wished, Jiang Li finally advanced the Tyrant Body Jue to the eighth level, and obtained the defensive state of the Innocent Tyrant Body, which made his "tortoise shell" more than several times thicker in one fell swoop.

As his strength got higher and higher, the original armed hard-skinned, devilish golden skin, and the blessing of the lake heart had gradually been unable to keep up with his footsteps.

When fighting with the cultivator of the pill formation stage, he could break through his defense at will. Now that he has the Wushang Overlord Body, he has finally made up for this shortcoming.

Jiang Li was in a good mood here, but when he looked at the opposite Mage, he found that his face was flushed and blue veins were violent at this time. Obviously, his condition was very bad.

No matter how strong and subtle, the Harmony Zen will have its limits when it is applied to the individual.

With the cultivation base in the early stage of foundation building, he just endured more than 300 attacks at the level of the pill formation stage. This is already incredible. If this Zen practice can really make a foundation stage monk unlimited, then Jiang Like I really doubt whether the other party has opened up.

"Master Liaoyuan, are you okay?"

Seeing that the other party's figure was shaky, Jiang Li couldn't help but ask.

Naheshou meditation can absorb external attacks and store them in one's own body. But this storage process is very delicate, but as a container itself, there must be an upper limit, and if too many attacks are taken in a short period of time, indigestion will also occur.

The fate should be in this situation now.

There was no injury on the body, but the strength in the body could not bear it, and he started to run away.

Sure enough, after another stick fell, a line of blood ran down from the corner of his idiotic mouth, and his flushing face turned pale, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

At this moment, a soft golden light was released from the center of Yuan Heshi's hands.

That golden light carried a very high-level aura, which was definitely not something that a monk in the foundation construction period could possess. As soon as this golden light came out, the riot in Yuan's body was immediately stabilized, and his sick complexion immediately eased.

"It's the poor monk who lost."

After a while, the fate of the gods came to Jiang Li Shi's willingness to bow down.

There should be something between his folded hands, and it was the golden light released by that thing that helped him and saved him from heavy injuries.

However, according to the rules, this imperial word contest cannot be used with magical treasures. Being forced to borrow the power of foreign objects naturally means losing.

"Master Liaoyuan is polite, the secret of Heshou Zen is very good, let's compare it in the future."

"Then you guys, is there anyone else who is going to play and enlighten me?"

After Jiang Li made a reciprocal sentence, he turned to look at the group of monks who were still watching.

They looked at each other, and no one dared to play in the end.

This is a big difference in the cultivation base, if you can win, then forget it.

But the key is that it is really hard for them to bear a hundred dragon sticks. In comparison, they may not have won the fate, let alone this Jiang Li.

The cultivation base has taken up such a huge advantage, if this is still lost, it will be really shameful.

In the Dragon and Tiger Courtyard, no monk dared to step forward. In the defensive contest, Jiang Li directly swept the foundation-building disciples of Cihang Temple in a one-for-one match.

"I'm crazy, I'm really sorry about this. My disciple is ignorant, and we have hurt so many disciples in your temple when we came here to sit as a guest. I have some healing pills, but don't dislike it."

At the top, Elder He, who was beaming with joy, handed out a bottle of pill.

He became famous in the world of cultivating immortals in Dazhong Mountain.

From the very beginning I played on the court, and later my disciples struggled.

This is the first time he has won so thoroughly in front of Cihang Temple.

Unlike Elder He, the face of the idiot was green at this time.

"Old Ho, to be honest, is your disciple really a human? Isn't it a turtle demon? The reincarnation of a fairy Buddha?"

. . . .

When he returned to the wing arranged for him, the sky was almost bright.

At the end of the day, I first ate closed doors, then refined Feijian, and just broke through a Tyrant Body Art.

Even if he was Jiang Li, his physical state was full, and his mind couldn't help but feel a little bit.

Anyway, he couldn't practice the Jiuyou Dao Sutra now, so he simply closed his eyes and used sleep training techniques to move the Guanyin Heart Sutra while sleeping.

Jiang Li didn't close the window, and the sound came from outside. The light breeze rolled over the sand and rocks, and the grass and swaying insects crowed in unison.

In the slight vibration everywhere, the world of sound gradually became clear.

The familiar feeling appeared again, and Jiang Li seemed to have left his soul, separated from the body, wandering outward from another perspective.

But in fact, his soul has stayed in his body honestly and hasn't moved. It's just a process of Guanyin Heart Sutra, the sound of the world that is seen in his ears, and the process of reconstructing the picture in his mind.

After falling asleep, the Goddess of Mercy Heart Sutra had such a magical effect, Jiang Li knew, and once used this ability to find the relic of Elder Duan Shuang.

But after the foundation was built, Jiang Li's Guanyin Heart Sutra has also undergone tremendous changes.

In this kind of sound world, the previous wandering perspective can only randomly stroll around, Jiang Li can only slightly affect the direction of the perspective, and the things composed of sound are only undulating lines and outlines.

But at this moment, in the world of sound, he can adjust and control the angle of view freely by his own will to observe all the places covered by sound within a few kilometers.

In the world of sound, when meeting the first person, Jiang Li unexpectedly discovered that he can now see colors from this perspective.

You know, the essence of sound is vibration, it has no color.

But Jiang Li saw a touch of gray on a monk who got up early and swept the floor.

"Today, I was sweeping the floor again. The seniors bullied my low cultivation level, so they kept me sweeping the floor, but I kept sweeping the floor, so how could I have time to practice boxing! The seniors targeted me!"

"When I become Luohanquan, I must make them look good!"

The monk who was sweeping the floor was very dissatisfied with his task, and he was talking about him, and the gray on his body also began to fluctuate, becoming a bit richer than before.

It seems that this color, what it reflects, should have a certain relationship with the emotion of the object.

When there are more negative emotions and thoughts, the color on the body becomes darker, and when there are more positive emotions, the color on the body becomes lighter.

Jiang Li came to nature, he controlled his perspective and continued to wander around, novice monks chopping wood, young monks carrying water, disciples practicing boxing, and old monks burning incense.

There is a touch of gray on everyone's body, but the gray is thick and light, and dark and light.

This color has nothing to do with identity cultivation, and it has nothing to do with what you are doing.

Jiang Li clearly saw that among the eighteen figures chanting Buddhist scriptures, two figures were particularly dark in color.

Among all the monks he has observed, the lightest color is the little novice monk who chops wood and talks endlessly.

"Eighty-six roots, eighty-seven roots, eighty-eight roots, hoo, as long as one thousand sticks of firewood are cut, the master will teach me the boxing technique..."

The little novice monk looked immature in his short stature and voice, and his outline seemed to be six or seven years old. Children in this grade are usually not as complicated as adults.

The color is lighter, of course.

After turning around, Jiang Li was suddenly curious about the color of his cracked empty seat.

The Wood Demon was born in the empty seat for more than a month, and there was almost no communication with the outside world, so his mind should be very simple and ignorant.

But the wood demon is still a demon clan after all, and the Guanyin Heart Sutra is a Buddhist practice. Whether it will discriminate against the demon is also uncertain.

Anyway, his hearing covers a wide range, and a distance of several kilometers is enough to cover.

The angle of view floated back to the door of Cihang Temple, just in the morning when the door of the temple opened wide, the sound from outside poured in.

The wooden dragon is on the open space at the entrance of the temple~www.NovelMTL.com~ Jiang Li changed his perspective and found that the color on the body of the crack empty seat was very light, almost close to white.

It seems that the Avalokitesvara Heart Sutra does not discriminate against monsters, and only responds to the characters and thoughts of creatures.

However, the inner activities of any person are complicated and changeable. One moment of being happy and joyful, the next moment may be angry, anger, and evil thoughts.

After putting aside malice, it is possible to calm down for a period of time.

The color on their bodies may fluctuate greatly within a day, and Jiang Li cannot simply use this person to completely evaluate a person.

unless. . .

Jiang Li swept his angle of view to the side, but what he saw in the perspective of the sound shocked him.

A large patch of thick black is staying at the edge of his Guanyin range.

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