Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

"Well~ I am~ what's wrong~"

The eyelashes of the painting of Shenshan Qiuhua tremble, and his eyes are slowly opened.

"Jiang Li... Senior Brother."

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Jiang Li, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and her face blushed habitually, but she soon turned pale again.

When she woke up from a coma, she still hadn't understood what had happened.

"Don't move, keep your breath steady, and if you are tired, go to sleep first."

Shenshan Qiuhua wanted to think, but the severe headache and exhaustion made her close her eyes and curled up in Jiang Li's arms.

Jiang Li is holding the sacred mountain autumn painting, and the pure wood attributes are continuously transmitted into her body.

Had it not been for his aura to maintain, Shenshan Qiuhua would have to vomit a mouthful of blood now when he said a word.

Jiang Li had already had dozens of healing spells and pill states on his body before, and later he took an earth-level pill continuation Jin Jiao Pill.

With the blessing of these conditions, even if he is seriously injured and dying, he can recover within ten breaths.

After a long period of research, he discovered that although he could not directly mobilize the hidden energy of these healing states.

But if he uses the wood-attribute spiritual energy alone to cast healing spells, he can also bring out part of the energy.

Therefore, although Jiang Li just learned a basic "Fall Spring Technique" casually, the achievable effect can be worthy of a professional medical repair team.

Shushan Jianxiu's natal Flying Sword was wounded, and he usually killed half his life once.

The Shenshan Autumn Paintings have two natal flying swords, which have been forcibly refined in the past few days, and have suffered heavy damage twice, if it weren't for a special energy in their body to protect the core origin.

She might have died in that wine jar a long time ago.

However, this kind of energy didn't feel like a magic weapon effect to Jiang Li.

I still remember that under the demon tower in Wuxingfeng Town, Shushan, an old turtle used the turtle treasure to discover the peculiarities of the autumn paintings of the sacred mountain.

When he saw the other party last time, Shenshan Qiuhua's body also showed some abnormalities. This energy may have appeared since then.

Jiang Li could only feel that the quality of that power was very high, but he could not recognize the specific origin.

He kept healing Shenshan Qiuhua for a while, and waved his hand to point out a large number of wood monsters.

Part of the wood demon sent home the bewildered children next to him, and part of it rescued the others trapped in the jar.

The cultivators of the Chongshan League were also found in the broken jar.

Their injuries were not serious, and they were directly subdued with absolute strength.

It is not a big problem to adjust the interest rate after taking a few pills.

After checking the storage bags of those people, Jiang Li found a lot of boxes in it that had the function of preserving freshness.

After opening it, it was found that there were thousands of heads inside.

These guys, why are they doing this kind of thing?

The first level of these mortal children is not a spiritual thing, at most, it is the following nine-tier side door methods, made into a few magic weapons of the yellow-level middle and lower grades, and even the yellow-level high-grade magic weapons can't reach it.

There is even a Nascent Soul in the six-person team. This is something that they shouldn't like at all.

What are they drawing? Who needs such a mortal head?

After several of the least injured Chongshan League cultivators woke up from their breath adjustments, Jiang Li also learned what happened to them.

It was the awakening of the special talent of Shenshan Autumn Painting, and heard the cry of countless children below.

They just dropped to the ground to check the situation, and they happened to ran into the convoy led by the six people.

It's a pity that their strength is too weak, and the heroes are not righteous. Once they meet, they are taken down and taken into the wine jar.

Even the signal for help didn't have time to send out.

I have to say that the pot inside has to be memorized by Shenshan Qiu.

With the character of other old fried dough sticks, it is impossible to stop and do nosy. Probably because of the identity of the little princess of the Shenshan family, she had to operate illegally.

"You have worked hard, get up quickly, and take a good rest for a while after you go back. I will personally compensate for the lost magic pill."

Several cultivators who knelt on the ground were raised up by the wood demon soldiers and placed aside.

Soon afterwards, Elder Mu and others who received the news also rushed over.

Elder Mu thanked Jiang Li again and again. Without Jiang Li, the longer this kind of thing lasts, the more dangerous it will be, and the lower the chance of getting it back.

First, Jiang Li's large-scale cast of nets to be able to get it back this time, and second, it depends on luck.

Under Jiang Li's continuous warmth, the injury of Shenshan Qiuhua finally stabilized.

But the wounded spirit is not so easy to make up.

Even if you make tea with flowers from the other side and make porridge with Wangyoucao every day, you have to cultivate for a whole month at least.

The matter was resolved without any risk. After roughly clearing the battlefield, the group returned to the station in a flying boat.

But for Jiang Li, this is far from over.

When he left Shenshan Qiuhua, Jiang Li walked into the funeral coffin alone.

Inside, the few casual repairmen who had been dragged in before were hung on the tree like bacon at this time.

Their bodies were not dead, their souls were dragged out, and they were repeatedly fried in a frying pan.

Jiang Li used a technique similar to that in the Fengdu Dungeon, so that the soul would not dissipate so easily even with excessive torture. Can bear the pain over and over again.

The repair base of these guys is not low, and after a day's torture, they can still maintain a sober sanity.

Seeing Jiang Li coming in, he quickly yelled for mercy.

"Senior! Forgiveness! Forgiveness! They instigated me! I will never dare anymore!"

"We have parents, wives and children in our family! Please give us a chance!"

"We... We dedicate all our savings to adults, we really don't dare to do it anymore!"

They struggled and screamed in the frying pan, but they still seemed to be in good spirits.

With a wave of his hand, the six branches probed out, hooking out the five living souls and one dead soul in the oil pan.

If the six crunchy souls were reborn after leaving the oil pan, they quickly promised Jiang Li their thanks, saying that they would repay him for not killing them in the next life.

"Tell me, who are you helping? What use are those children and heads."

"This... Seniors, the young ones are just a few infamous casual cultivators, no one instructs us...Ah!"

The speaker was thrown into the frying pan by Jiang Li again.

"Next, who will try to lie to me."

Jiang Li originally thought that casual cultivators had always been people who had no morals, but he didn't expect that these guys would be able to insist on being hard-talking when their souls were hooked out.

"My lord, all our savings are in the Yunlai Inn in Fengyang City."

"We really don't know anything else, please..."

Then he was also stuffed into a pan.

The others had just been bombed for a day, but they didn't want to go back anymore, so they quickly explained.

"My lord, we really can't say that we will die if we say it! All our family and children will be killed."

Then all of them followed suit.

Jiang Li frowned. He could have directly controlled them with the Seed of Spiritual Roots, but these guys are too scumbag, Jiang Li didn't want to give them a chance to "reform".

But with such a firm attitude, there may still be problems.

Jiuyoumu probed into the soul search, trying to forcefully obtain some useful information from it.

But the soul search had just begun, and he found a restriction in it, and then before he could react, the entire soul body suddenly exploded, splashing hot oil on the ground.

What a powerful ban!

No wonder they were beaten to death without talking.

This prohibition is very sensitive. As long as the soul is probed and changed, or they try to tell the truth, it will explode immediately and there is no room for relaxation.

If the seed of the spiritual root is eaten, it will also parasitize and modify the underlying soul of the recipient. In this case, I am afraid that it will explode when eaten.

That force only recruits casual cultivators with family children, and each casual cultivator can only perform one or two missions, and acts once every few years. It moves around to commit crimes, and the old and the new are cycled back and forth.

Holding the handle that the monk could not get rid of, this kind of restriction was set again.

With this meticulous method of keeping secrets, the water here is probably very deep.

If you can't get the answer directly, you can only go fishing.

. . . .

A few days later, a convoy drove slowly in the dark.

They looked like ordinary caravans of mortals, but the direction they were driving was gradually away from the human gathering place.

They didn't mean to stop until a lake appeared at the end of the road.

When the convoy reached the lake, the calm water suddenly rippled slightly.

The river in front of them separated from the middle. A downward path was revealed.

After the convoy drove in, the lake closed again, leaving no trace on the surface.

Following the passage under the lake, a stone gate marked with strange runes appeared in front of him.

"A, Shen, C, Chou, Yin, Si, Wu, Shen, You."

A monk Yuan Ying came down from the carriage, and a string of chaotic zodiac signs burst out of his mouth.

This was an agreed secret signal. After a while, the stone gate in front of him opened automatically.

Inside was a dark and empty crypt.

"You are late."

After the convoy entered, you could see the familiar wine jars and boxes everywhere.

What's inside is obviously self-evident.

This team is not the only one, there are many other scumbags helping them.

A group of people gathered around to unload the goods, and a monk with a ledger came up to outline and count the quantity.

"Sorry, Master, something has been delayed."

A few casual repairs hurriedly stepped forward to explain.

"The amount you brought back is still a bit small. How about the mortal executioners you brought? You can cut a few by doing it yourself."

"Huh? I remember there should be six of you. There is one more.

The master shook his head, obviously dissatisfied with their work.

"No matter, it's because you can't seize the opportunity yourself."

"You guys, do you want to do it again next time?"

A child's head is worth five spiritual stones, and a spiritual root seedling is worth one hundred spiritual stones.

If it is a monk with a cultivation base, he can also sell extra expensive spirit stones based on his cultivation base talent.

This price simply subverts the understanding of the world of immortality.

In any town, there can be thousands of mortal children that can be deceived.

After their trip, each of them easily earned tens of thousands of spiritual stones.

This is what they usually do, and it takes a lot of time to fight their lives to gain.

But now, all they need to do is just go around in a circle in a carriage, show their conscience and keep it secret.

For a group of casual cultivators, a few hundred spiritual stones were sold as soon as they were sold, let alone tens of thousands of spiritual stones.

This master book simply paid for the spirit stone, and then played the law decision to change the prohibition in their minds.

After leaving here, all related memories here will disappear within a few days.

Only those who are going to do it the second time can retain part of their memories.

A few years later, I was notified to perform the task again.

The five of them left the cave under the lake and immediately dispersed on their own.

According to the rules, they can't stay in the air within a hundred miles, and they can't meet privately for at least a few months after leaving.

But also in the darkness, a few black or white fox monsters quietly followed them behind.

The clever talent illusion shrouded them, causing them to lose their way unknowingly, and finally reunited in a jungle dozens of miles away.

They didn't see each other at all, and bumped into the coffin one after another.

Jiang Li couldn't directly break through that restriction, but he could modify the memories of these five people outside of the restriction.

After all the torture caused them mental breakdown ~www.NovelMTL.com~, with Qin Shuman's Shushan Fantasy Floating Life Record, coupled with the illusion talent of Tushan Fox Demon, he cleared the memory of these five people after they met him.

Only the leader of the Nascent Soul level was a little troublesome.

However, taking out the phalanx of the nine-tailed fox demon Daji, he easily broke through the opponent's will.

Weaving some reasonable experience for them with illusion, and then let these people take the original "goods" and some puppets of Jiang Li to deliver the goods.

Then after leaving the delivery place, the fox demon controlled them to throw themselves into the net.

As long as they fail to find the puppet's tricks, they have brought a locator.

Jiang Li wanted to see what these guys wanted to do.

. . . .

Institution city, front line.

Suffered again from the impact of sea beasts.

The densely packed fins are packed densely in the turbid sea.

The countless organ traps in the organ city are constantly strangling with flesh and blood, staining a large area in red.

With the Thousand Chance Orb as the core, the entire city exerts its power several times more than before.

The Dawanghai Driftwood Forests all over the city have also exerted a huge effect, resisting tens of thousands of sea beasts.

Coupled with the real top combat power of Dazhongshan, the Chongshan League can barely resist it.

Standing at the head of the city, Jiang Li sprinkled a huge amount of spiritual energy to restore the scope of the Jiuyou Tree Realm at all times.

And use the Guanyin Heart Sutra to explore the masked trolls hidden in the tide of beasts. Once found, the incarnation monk standing next to him will kill him with thunder.

"This time the attack of the face-faced trolls always feels a little deliberate."

Jiang Li raised his hand, and a smooth branch slowly grew on his wrist.

The branch's direction initially pointed to the rear, and is now drifting forward at a slow speed.