Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

Kyushu calendar 1989.

Under the influence of external pressure, the Dazhongshan Cultivation Circle was initially unified and formed a joint organization called the Chongshan League.

It’s just that what surprised everyone was that the first leader of the Chongshan League was actually a disciple in the foundation building period!

Some people worry about this result, some joke, some are jealous, and some admire it.

But in the end, what will become of the Chongshan League will have to be verified by time.

After the conference, return to the Tibetan Scripture Valley on the way.

Jiang Li sat alone on the head of the vacant seat, looking at a token in his hand, he was speechless for a long time.

This token is completely dark, and the metal surface is shining with stars.

On the front of the token is written "Heavy Mountain League", and on the back is "League Leader's Order".

This is a token of the leader that belongs to him alone.

This thing was made of a piece of meteorite steel donated by Shushan, and it left the mark of more than 1,300 big and small powers in Dazhongshan, and all the masters.

As long as you hold it, you can contact and mobilize more than 50% of the resources and power of the Great Mountain Cultivation Realm.

Even he didn't expect that he suddenly possessed this kind of right, this world really is. . . wonderful.

On the flying boat behind him, the real Vallord Wushe, and Elder He, the head of the Fumo Hall, were also standing at the bow of the ship, looking at the original leader of the Great Mountain League.

"Junior Brother He is worried about Jiang Li, right."

Master Wu She himself felt that the three of them were a little impulsive at the time, but after thinking about it, this Jiang Li might be a good choice.

"Brother Wushe, how could you choose him? I'm afraid Jiang Li, this kid, can't take on such a big responsibility."

Different from the surprise, jealousy, and envy of others, as Jiang Li's master, the first thing he thought of was worry.

Become the leader, although the power is in control. But in this difficult period, even changing the position of the three sect masters may not be able to reverse the situation.

After all, Jiang Li is still young, and his cultivation only has to build a foundation. Sitting in this position, I am afraid that he will suffer a lot of criticism and pressure, and I don't know if he can bear it.

"Don't worry, isn't there our entire Dazhongshan standing behind him?"

"There are still seven days left. At that time, the elders will be selected to accompany him to the Eastern Region to find a foothold. We also have to hurry up and prepare."

The three sects are not really stupid, it is impossible to hand over the fate of the entire immortal cultivation world in Jiang Li's hands.

They will also make decisions and intervene behind the scenes at any time. How much power Jiang Li can gain depends on himself.

Near the Tibetan Scripture Valley, Jiang Li looked for a place where the veins converged, temporarily serving as a sleeping place for the wind-proof giant.

Jiang Li himself did not stay in the valley much. Just used it again after passing the scripture hall, and left here.

Seven days later, the headquarters of the Chongshan League will be completed, and his side will also keep up with the digital Yuan Ying and even the top monks in the realm of Huashen.

Before that, he had to finish some of his own things first.

The slender and huge wooden dragon soars in the sky.

He crossed the mountains and rivers, flew over the grasslands and dense forests, and finally followed a path he had walked all the way back to a strange and somewhat familiar place.

Hongyan Kingdom.

The predecessor of Jiang Li, the place where he once lived.

He took the wooden dragon back into the burial coffin, not high-profile, and landed in a large courtyard in the city.

This is the famous Sleeping Hujiang family among the small and medium-sized rivers and lakes.

When Jiang Li passed by here, he suddenly wanted to come and have a look.

Hidden in the canopy of a tree, not far below, there is a sturdy middle-aged man, with his upper body naked, standing and breathing under the shade of the tree.

The rough sound of sleeping tigers is endless.

That was Jiang Yuanshan, the father of Jiang who practiced Sleeping Tiger Technique to the eighth level and reached the realm of Inner Family Martial Artist.

And in a main house not far away, a woman was holding a babbled child in her arms and was checking the accounts of her home.

In recent months, the family has suddenly made a lot of money, and they also have some happy troubles.

On the corner of the table, there is also a home letter that has been repeatedly opened and read.

That was Jiang Li, who arranged for an outside disciple in the sect to send it a few months ago.

And under his secret operation, Jiang's family has been going smoothly recently, with no troubles and no disasters, and a pretty good life.

Seeing that Jiang's family is fine, Jiang Li feels a little peaceful, but at this time, he is still a little dazed standing among the leaves, and hasn't moved for a long time.

Who would believe that Jiang Li, a genius who dared to take over as the leader of the Chongshan League, did not dare to go home.

After all, Jiang Li is not their eldest son, A Li. He suddenly felt a sense of deceit, and he never stepped into the house.

It wasn't until the moon rose and sunset that he finally knocked on the door of Jiang's house from outside.

Accompanied by the shouts of "Young Master is back!", the lights of the Jiang family were lit, and the excited father and mother Jiang rushed over in plain clothes, and asked for warmth around Jiang Li.

Even after Jiang Li built the foundation, his appearance had changed drastically, and they recognized it for the first time.

The kitchen fire started, and a table full of food was placed.

They just looked at Jiang Li and ate until midnight.

Jiang Li actually didn't plan to meet them.

He didn't want to cheat Jiang's father and Jiang's mother.

But when he was on the tree, with the emergence of some physical memories, his "Great Freedom Avalokitesvara Heart Sutra" was spontaneously running. But this time, what he realized was not the life of others, but the first half of his own body.

After the dream of floating life, he was relieved.

Jiang Li didn't say his current status as the leader of the Heavy Mountain League, he didn't say his heroic deeds this past year, nor did he say his own cultivation base, how many achievements.

What Jiang's father Jiang's mother cares about and asks the most is, on the contrary, whether the food at the mountain gate is good, whether it is tiring to practice, and whether there is any bullying or not.

It's just to bully the current Jiang Li, in this great mountain, I'm afraid that not many people can do it.

Since Xiuxian, Jiang Li, who has not eaten a few meals seriously, has eaten such a table of mortal delicacies at this time.

For Jiang Li, who is used to eating Xiaosi Sister Baiwei Pills, these foods themselves have no taste or value.

But so, it is also a couple of days happy to be able to go to this couple.

"I just came last night, are you leaving this morning?"

"Yes, Zongmen still has important things to do, father and mother, take care."

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were obviously reluctant to bear this child.

But Jiang Li couldn't stay long.

When he finally left, he clicked on the big tree where Jiang Yuanshan practiced daily exercises, and then took off.

But that big tree had already turned into a wood demon with the pinnacle level of foundation building.

Only the Jiang family of the martial arts family can't bear too many things, the wealth of the mortal world, and one such guardian are enough.

When Feisheng left the Red Goose Kingdom, he stretched out his hand, from the palace treasury, a piece of animal skin broke the red brick and green gravel, freed from gravity control, and flew into Jiang Li's hands at a very fast speed.

This seemed to be just a piece of ordinary bear skin, not to mention it was in the world of cultivating immortals, even in the mortal world, it could only be regarded as ordinary.

However, Jiang Li seldom does what he can do when he is full.

An aura of burial darkness was drawn from the coffin by him and hit the animal skin.

The original soft and flat surface immediately began to change.

As if it was a normal reaction to corrosion by the yin, the piece of leather soon began to shrink and turn black, becoming bald and a little ugly.

But this burial of Yin spirit is actually just to restore this piece of skin to its original appearance.

The Yin Burial Spirit dissipated, and a colder and more evil aura continued to emerge from the animal skins.

I don't know how many years after death, a piece of skin can still release such a breath, and the original owner of this skin does not know how powerful it will be when he is alive.

This leather scroll was not an ordinary monster skin, but was made of the skin of the ancient ghost beast. It was extremely evil and extremely tough.

Only in this way can it survive the long years and survive to this day.

Inspired by the aura of burial yin, a large number of patterns and words slowly appeared on the scroll.

This is the scroll that records the refining method of the Yin Burial Coffin.

The corpse coffin Shuangsha was also smart, and actually hid this thing in the treasure house of the mortal emperor. Generally speaking, no one can find it.

The Mozong chaotic corpse cemetery, based on this picture scroll, created the burial coffin he now holds.

In addition, it is said that a coffin nail was built.

If it can be retrieved, it can save him a lot of things.

But this is also a later story. Jiang Li didn't have much time for this trip. He still has one important thing to do.

Put the picture scroll back into the coffin, and took out a piece of communication spirit stone from it.

After a few brief exchanges, his figure exploded in the air and flew in one direction.

He crossed one kingdom after another, and the environment during the week became more and more barren and uninhabited.

. . . .

"Brother Ma, what are you doing?"

A young man in Chinese clothes was suddenly awakened by a clear cry.

He flipped his hand and put away what was in his hand. Looking at someone, it was a younger sister who knew him.

"Nothing, just thinking about something."

"It's too hard for Junior Sister Situ to come here to deliver food in person."

The young man took the lunch box in the opponent's hand and greeted the others next to him to come around.

The monks who were feeding the spirit horses were all just Qi training monks.

When I was on the road before, I had eaten bigudan for a long time, and my mouth was about to fade out. Now I am resting here for the time being, and I can finally eat something good.

"A few brothers are the hard work. I didn't bring any other disciples when I came out this time. All these chores have to be done by the seniors themselves. Come and taste our craftsmanship."

Several people ate the food in the lunch box and praised it, and the nun took the lunch box again and sent it to the other monks.

This is a team of close to a thousand people.

Stationed in the forest, it can be described as mighty.

But such a large group of people appeared in this dense forest, but no monster came to attack.

Because the strongest leader among them is the five golden cores. The monster that dared to offend had already been wiped out by them.

In the team, from the formation of pills to the training of Qi, they all wear Chinese clothes to describe noble.

At a glance, he knew that none of them was lacking in spirit stones.

However, such a team did not take a convenient and fast flying boat, but used a more primitive and concealed Lingju carriage to drive on.

And from the carriage to the clothes, all the monks could not see any recognizable signs on their bodies. I don't know where they came from.

In the queue, there were nearly one-third of the carriages, which looked particularly heavy, obviously carrying a lot of cargo on them.

It's just that such an unmarked convoy of monks carrying huge wealth, why does it appear in such an unpopulated wilderness?

"Elder Evil Tong, we have been outside here for so long, neither the Sect Master nor the Great Elder has heard any news. I don't know what the Shanmen is doing now."

Alchemy elder Ma Minglou looked worried. In order to hide their tracks, they have been on their way in the wild, have never been in contact with anyone, and know almost nothing about the outside world.

In this case, it's really hard not to make people think about it.

"Elder Minglou don't have to worry about it. Even if the final battle is lost. With the skills of the Sect Master and the elders, and the preparations made in advance, there is no problem to escape safely."

"Calculating the time, the three major sects should not have broken through our sect. It is normal for the lord and them to have no news."

Situ Etong was calmer, and he was the right choice to lead the team this time.

"What Elder Evil Tong said is that the situation outside is unknown. We have been here for three days. I'm afraid it's not very good. Let's continue on our way?"

All important combat power remained behind the sect. As the chief elder of the team, Situ Eitong pondered for a moment before he made a decision.

"Well, don't stop. Although this place is on the edge of Dazhong Mountain, there is still a long way to go to the hidden stronghold. Please let me know, clean up the traces, and continue to set off."

Several Jin Dan quickly reached a consensus.

But at this moment, outside, there was a sudden commotion.

Within a moment, a disciple rushed into the tent to report.

"Elder! Elder! Elder Situ Baige and Elder Ma Changgu, here comes!"

The disciple was panting, but his expression was excited.

"What? Really!"

The five Jindan elders heard the news and immediately rushed out of the tent. As expected, they saw the two elders who were looking for them at a glance.

But isn't it the elders of the same clan they have known each other for hundreds of years, Situ Baige and Ma Changgu.

It turned out that this team was the children of the Situ family and Ma family who had disappeared on Bailian Mountain. They left a large number of disciples with foreign surnames in the sect, and all their descendants fled early.

The idea is that it is not difficult for the high-level leaders to escape from the cultivation base. As long as they use cannon fodder to postpone the time, they will take the children of the clan and leave their hometown. After a few decades, they will be a good guy again.

However, something happened, which caused the premature collapse of the Shanmen Great Formation, and the Sect Master Bailianshan was forced to use the last resort. . .

"Bai Ge! Hase! Why are you injured? How is the mountain gate now? Sect Master, are they all right!"

As soon as the two approached, all the elders present gathered around and asked all their worries during this period of time.

The two elders who have been in trouble ~www.NovelMTL.com~ also took a few breaths before talking.

"The mountain gate is okay! The people of the three major sects are still in a stalemate outside the big formation. But you were too careless, and the team's deeds were discovered!"

"What! How come?"

"Move quickly, it's too late!"

They greeted the convoy to move, but the surrounding trees, as if they were alive, began to grow and twist quickly.

Several elders immediately formed a circular formation to guard against the outside, surrounding the injured elder Situ Baige and Ma Changgu in the middle.

But at this moment, Situ Eaton suddenly remembered something and asked.

"Bai Ge, Hase, how did you find here?"

But what responded to him was the strong wind coming from behind!