Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

Among the middle-grade magic weapons of the ground level, in the entire Dazhong Mountain, only the ancient dust sword of the Shushan Shenshan Sword One has reached this level.

Its power was so powerful that it was shocked by a sword in the Dazhongshan Immortal Cultivation Conference, and instantly suppressed the internalization **** elder of Taolin Mu's family.

Originally came to the stage position above the Nascent Soul, transforming the gods into the gods, is beginning to evolve towards the gods! The monks have already begun to fade away from the mortal body, and there is no simple character.

Fighting within the same tier, even if there is a gap, it is not so easy to tell the winner.

However, the Shenshan sword paired with the gods of Mujia Hua, but they seemed so devastating.

Among these, the strength of Shenshan Jianyi is undoubtedly undoubted, but among them, the middle-grade ancient dust flying sword also played a pivotal role in it.

It was even enough for senior monks of their level to fight even higher.

And Jiang Li's burial coffin was originally a magic weapon built according to the design drawings of an ancient artifact.

Only due to the limitations of materials and aura in this era, the effect of the final product has shrunk like this.

Without adding the coffin nails, there is only the awkward position of Xuanjie Top Grade.

Fortunately, this coffin finally fell into Jiang Li's hands after being soaked in an underwater cemetery for one or two hundred years.

Under his heavy investment regardless of cost and consumption.

The Yin Burial Coffin is nourished and strengthened, and its congenital shortcomings are complemented by a little bit of spiritual energy, monster blood, ghosts, Jiuyoumu and other things.

When Jiang Li broke through the foundation building before, he successfully surpassed that threshold and was promoted to an underground magic weapon.

Now another coffin nail was put into it, and he went further.

If all seven coffin nails are penetrated, I don't know how far this coffin will eventually reach.

. . . .

Seven days later, Fengyang City, in front of Wanyang Tower.

Standing at the end of the crowded street, Jiang Li couldn't help but be surprised when he looked at the secret realm of the fairy family above his head.

The auction site of Wanyang Tower, Jiang Li originally thought it was just a venue on the upper floor of this building.

Now when I arrived at the scene, I realized that this was not the case at all.

That auction site is simply an island that floats high above the sky all the year round!

When he saw the entire Changqing Hall lifted into the sky at the Zongmen Grand Competition, he was surprised by the power of the monks and proud of the strength of the Zongmen.

Unexpectedly, when I arrived in Fengyang City, I realized that my previous experience in Dazhongshan was a bit too outdated.

Compared with this kind of big city in the Eastern Region, the handwriting of the Tibetan Scripture Valley is a little insignificant.

This island, just smashing it down, is enough to destroy a sect.

At the gate of Wanyang Tower, hundreds of smiling beauties are acting as service staff, guiding guests to the floating auction site.

Behind them, dozens of black-clothed guards with indifferent expressions, with magic weapons of high grade at their waists, stood silently in a hidden place.

A sharp gaze swept across the crowd, preventing all dangerous situations from happening.

Judging from the faintly infiltrated breath of these guards, there are actually ten people inside, all of them are serious Golden Core monks, without any moisture.

The rest are at least at the level of the pill formation period.

In places where Jiang Li could not see, there might be even more powerful monks watching everything silently.

In Dazhong Mountain, Brother Jindan is a high-level elder who can stand alone.

But if you put it here, anyone who takes out the gate casually will also have ten golden cores.

This is an operation that Dazhongshan couldn't learn.

Everything here is enough to explain the huge gap between Fengyang City and Dazhong Mountain.

However, Jiang Li was not discouraged. Only with a bigger stage can he grow faster. As long as there are enough states superimposed on his body, he Jiang Li is confident that he will not lose to anyone.

In front of the Wanyang Tower today, the flow of people is extremely crowded.

Because according to the list of lots revealed by the organizer this time, among the auction items at the finale, there are ground-level medicines that change fate, the **** channel method handed down from ancient times, and the extremely powerful ground-level magic weapons!

How many people have never seen these things in their lives, even if they are unable to buy them, it is good to have a look.

In addition, Wanyang Tower is very smart. Every time it is auctioned, it will release some ancient fragments and ancient wonders that are difficult to judge the specific value.

There are also some good things that are really buried.

As a result, in this auction venue, there are often scenes of good luck monks picking up treasures at low prices.

This greatly poke the psychology of those ordinary monks with little capital.

Give it a go, in case you get hit! Since then, life has gone in a different direction, and the peak of life is beckoning to them.

This kind of legendary propaganda is the most inspiring. Some "missing" lots that are deliberately released can bring back hundreds of times of revenue in the long run.

Jiang Li and the others were walking in the crowd. At this time, the surrounding voices suddenly became quieter, and the nearby crowd began to spread out to both sides, and a vacuum zone was quickly formed in the middle of the road.

Then a group of cold-faced monks walked over from the empty passage in the middle.

There are ten monks in this group, and all of them are carrying a long scarlet sword behind them.

Jiang Li also looked over curiously.

This group of people is indeed different from others. Their faces are darkened in the Yintang, with a fierce band hidden between their eyebrows, and the whole body is filled with what seems to be condensed into a real murderous intent.

Jiang Li is blessed with the virtues of heaven. In his eyes, these people walking together, and they can even see the disgusting black air surrounding them.

"This is... Karma is apparent?"

The cause of the black qi is actually the entanglement of the strong killing karma, which formed the black qi outlook.

"This level of karma requires how many people are killed before this happens."

"Who are they? Which Demon Cultivation Sect? They can actually appear in Fengyang City in an open manner."

"Huh? That person's strength is really strong! And he is still so young."

"Jiang Li, how do you think that young man is better than you?"

Shizu Zhu, who was next to Jiang Li, frowned when he looked at the group. These ten magic repairs will make people feel instinctively disgusted.

He motioned Jiang Li to look at one of the ten young monks.

It was a young man walking in front of a few people, with strands of red silk interspersed in his dark hair.

It seemed that he had noticed Jiang Li's gaze, and the man also looked over here.

When his eyes collided, Jiang Li felt a little solemn.

The young man actually brought him a sense of threat.

That person's age was almost the same as Mu Chunyang's, and his cultivation was the same as the golden core, but Mu Chunyang couldn't last several rounds at all in Jiang Li's hands at this time.

But this one can bring a sense of danger to Jiang Li.

"Little brother, don't look at them, this group of people will really kill people in the city!"

After just staring at each other for a moment, a middle-aged monk next to him turned over, as if he had inadvertently blocked the sight of the two with his body.

In a blink of an eye, the group of monks passed in front of them. The young monk was not looking at Jiang Li either, and went straight over.

"This old man, who are they?"

Watching the group of people walking away, Jiang Li arched his hands and asked the middle-aged monk.

"They, they are the blood knife servants of the Wantu Sect. The young man who walks in the front is Wu Loulan, the third son of the Wantu Sect's master."

"Hmph, when he was just an adult, he personally slaughtered a mortal town. Up to now, I don't know how many people have been killed. He is really the scum of our Eastern Region."

Everyone in the Chongshan League once again looked at the back of the group of monks who had gone away. It turns out that they are the people of the Wantu Sect, the hanging beam sword pressing on the heads of all the monks in Dazhong Mountain.

"Brother, we didn't know much when we first came here, so please tell us about the Wantu Sect."

After the people from Wantumen left, the surrounding crowd also began to resume their normal actions.

"Wantu Sect is a group of perverted guys. Each of them killed countless lives. They slaughtered a mortal kingdom not long ago. It is said that their main force is still attacking the immortal cultivation world of Purple Pine Forest Mountain. I don't know yet. How many killings will be done in vain."

"Moreover, the disappearance of many sects in the Eastern Region was also related to them."

"All the dead were beheaded, and the nearby mortal cities were not spared. The old and the weak, women and children were all spared. This kind of thing would be interested in the magic repairs of the Wantu Sect. But they did not expect that they also received the Wanyang Tower. Invitation."

"But it's only natural. The Wantu Sect is still a member of the Temple of the Gods. People like us dare to be angry but dare not speak."

"Well, little brother, you will be more careful in the future, I will leave first."

After the middle-aged monk said a few more words, he separated from Jiang Li and sank into the crowd.

Jiang Li led the six Chongshan League leaders behind him and continued to walk past the crowd.

Soon, a nun received them.

"How many adults, do you have an invitation letter?"

Jiang Li took out the invitation letter from the shopkeeper Jiang from his arms. After the sister took it, her smile became brighter.

"Several adults are carrying second-level invitations. They are VIPs from our Wanyang auction house. Please come here to board the floating ladder."

"This is the box number of several adults. Please check the box number for the adults."

Of the six high-level members of the Chongshan League behind Jiang Li, two have transformed themselves into gods, and four are Yuan Ying.

Just revealing a little breath quietly is enough to make the passers-by around him retreat.

Even in Fengyang City, monks of this level are not everywhere.

However, the female cultivator was able to deal with it calmly and very decently, and she had obviously seen the world in normal times. They had been familiar with such high-level cultivators when they worked in Wanyang Tower.

Under the guidance of the female cultivator, Jiang Li and the others stepped onto a stone platform and then ascended towards the floating island high in the sky.

At the reception not far away, the blood knife monks of the Wantu Sect had one-on-one personal service with female nuns, flying upwards on a more luxurious cloud blanket.

After all, Wanyang Tower is a business organization, and its classification of customers is very clear.

It can be roughly divided into four levels.

The invitation letters received by some well-known local powers corresponded to first-class VIPs, with full-service repairs of beautiful women and luxurious close-up boxes for use.

In Wanyang Tower, monks who spend more than one million Lingshi at one time will be sent a second-class invitation letter corresponding to the second-class VIPs. Lingguo Lingjiu is provided free of charge on the floating stone platform, and ordinary private boxes can enjoy confidential shopping.

In Wanyang Tower, the monks who have spent more than 500,000 Lingshi in total correspond to the third-class VIPs, ride on the ordinary stone platform and enjoy the front row seats.

The last one is the ordinary customers who have no invitation letter and need to pay a deposit of one hundred thousand spiritual stones to enter the venue. They took the ordinary stone platform crowded with hundreds of people, and then sat in the ordinary seats behind.

The difference here is no small one. Strength, status, and wealth are really important everywhere.

The stone platform flew them high into the sky, and you could see that the island in the sky was dragged into the sky by a huge white cloud.

The clouds and mist are like a fairyland.

"Is this water vapor? It's incredible to be able to bear such a weight."

After a while, Jiang Li and others set foot on the floating island. He patted the clouds and mist on the edge of the island, and he felt as solid as the earth's soil.

But if you touch it with gentle force, the mist will disperse like normal clouds again, as if you can't focus on it at all.

"This is a sea cumulus cloud, a special cloud summoned by a terrestrial magic weapon. It can not only bear weight, but also plant things on it."

Jiang Li is still studying the clouds and mist here, but a crisp girl rang out in the sea of ​​clouds not far away, explaining his doubts.

When Jiang Li heard about his reputation, among the clouds and mist not far away, a young girl was holding a delicate shovel, digging out small holes in the clouds and mist, then stuffed a few seeds and then used sea cumulus clouds. Cover it, and patted it with my hands to make out a cloud of clouds.

Looking at the sea cumulus clouds not far away, a piece of exquisite spiritual field has actually been cultivated.

A lot of sprouts have grown on those soil bales. It seems that what the girl said is true, and things can really be grown above the sea of ​​clouds.

And the magic weapon that can accumulate such clouds and mist is obviously also a magic weapon of the tier.

"Is this the first time you are here? If you are here to participate in the auction, then over there."

The girl patted the clouds stuck to her body, and pointed to a huge building not far away.

A large number of people are pouring in there, and there are not many staying like them.

"Thank you girl for your advice... Where's the person?"

When Jiang Li looked back to thank you again ~www.NovelMTL.com~ the girl had disappeared.

"Master, did you see the girl just now?"

Jiang Li could only ask the master next to him, but the response of the other party was shocking Jiang Li.

"Girl? What girl? Freedom, where are you talking to yourself, let's go, the auction is about to begin."

The Patriarch's expression didn't seem to be fake, and the other high-level people nearby did not react at all.

Looking at the clouds and soil that still existed not far away, Jiang Li didn't think he had read it wrong, but why did the Yuan Ying monks and the people who hadn't seen the empress let him see?

It's really the size of the world, there are no surprises.

After Jiang Li and the others left, a cloud of mist dissipated, revealing a pair of clear eyes, looking at Jiang Li who was going away, his eyes were full of curiosity.