Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

A soul war lasted for three days.

When the dust settles, this spiritual space is already devastated.

The original nine secluded giant trees have now turned into scum all over the ground.

Only the heart of a tree remained, caught in the claws of a pitch-black dragon.

The black dragon flying in the air fell back to the ground, and its slender body suddenly shrank back to Jiang Li's appearance.

Just after returning to human form, Jiang Li stumbled under his feet and almost fell to the ground.

Although the soul war here is a lucky victory, the opponent has not only cultivated into a primordial spirit, but is also Jiuyoumu, who is extremely good at soul methods, and the difficulty in it is not enough for outsiders.

The state of Jiang Li and several clones was already very bad at this time.

Only the fifth avatar of the villain, the size of a slap, swooped into it.

After a while, the core of the tree soul slowly transformed into the appearance of Jiang Li.

The last source of Jiuyoumu in the cemetery was finally swallowed up by Jiang Li's fifth parallel consciousness.

Immediately, the Avalokitesvara Heart Sutra was lifted, and the soul fragments that fell to the ground floated up one after another, gathered towards the heart of the tree, and were slowly absorbed by the fifth parallel consciousness that had turned into the core of the soul of the tree.

Feeling the feedback of the soul energy, Jiang Li's spirit recovered a little.

. . . .

A few days later, Jiang Li bid farewell to the people of the Chongshan League again and left the area of ​​the Chongshan Mountain.

Riding on the wooden dragon cracking empty seat, he flew towards an area marked as red danger on the map.

The Ten Directions Domain, a huge area that covers an area about ten times that of the Dazhongshan Immortal Cultivation World.

Even in the map of the entire Eastern Region, the Ten Directions Region occupies a considerable area.

But this area, marked with striking red, means that such a huge area is full of deadly dangers.

The power of the Sishen Temple did not cover this side, and they did not recommend ordinary monks to enter.

Because this Ten Directions Domain also has a name called the Land of Ten Thousand Demons.

It is a dangerous factor, no less than the ghost king wasteland, and even a barbaric area that is even worse.

The rulers here are not human monks, nor ghost kings and generals, but countless mountain goblins.

They occupy the mountains as kings, and take the land as their honor. In their eyes, human beings are nothing more than rations and blood.

This is a paradise where monsters dance wildly, but it is a **** where humans are reduced to blood-eating.

Jiang Li, who was dressed in disguise and dressed in a loose cultivator costume, was standing on the edge of a big river, looking at the demonic area opposite, and couldn't help but sigh.

Although it has long been known that the Dazhongshan Immortal Cultivation World is actually a very peaceful area.

But now, compared with the vast area opposite the big river, where the demonic energy filled the sky, he realized how harmonious his novice village was.

If the Earth Immortal-level Sophora Tree Demon King was not struck to death by the thunder, I am afraid that the situation of the Great Rebirth Cultivation Realm would not be much better than that of the Ten Directions Domain.

Jiang Li didn't come here for other reasons. His friend Yan Hong was brought here after being captured by the Jiuyoumu in the cemetery.

The fifth parallel consciousness has not completely swallowed the other party, but some pieces of information obtained from it have already pointed out the location of Yan Hong and others.

That Jiuyou wood is also a tree demon. After escaping from the Mazu River Basin, it somehow ended up here.

For more than half a year, with his impressive strength, the other party has laid some foundations in the ten directions.

Those missing people in the Chongshan League were all sent here by him.

Yan Hong was his friend first, and secondly, because of his entanglement with Jiang Li, he was targeted by the cemetery Jiuyoumu.

Jiang Li can't let it go regardless of love or reason.

So after knowing the location, he flew all the way here until he was stopped by this big river.

Before flying to this quicksand river, he keenly sensed a trace of danger, and then stopped and landed on the bank of the river.

After thinking about it, he took out a black talisman paper from his arms, folded it quickly in his hand, and soon a black paper crane was formed in his hand.

A breath of spiritual energy blew on it, and the paper crane seemed to be alive, flapping its wings and flying towards the river.

Zhihe Chuanxin, the technique of Maoshan in ancient times, came from the Hall of Scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Valley.

It is very powerful that a paper crane can fly through the three realms and six realms when it is practiced to the depths.

But this paper crane only flew out more than ten meters away, and flapping its wings, it began to fly unsteadily.

Soon the flying height of Zhihe was getting lower and lower, even if the spiritual energy on it was not exhausted, and finally after flying more than ten meters, it plunged into the water, and was instantly soaked and smashed by the tumbling river.

Jiang Li raised his hand again, a green light flashed, and a wooden stake grew out of thin air in his hand.

Throwing the stake into the river water, the wood couldn't float in the water, and when it tumbled, it disappeared into the turbid river water.

Later, wooden boats and canoes of various shapes were built and thrown into the water, but no matter how well-designed the boats were, they could not float in this river.

Jiang Li's face changed slightly, and he reached out to the river bank to fish a handful in the river.

The turbid river water ran down his fingers, leaving a small handful of fine yellow sand in his hands.

"Eight hundred quicksand world, three thousand weak water depths. Goose feathers can't float, and reed flowers are sinking."

Jiang Li inexplicably remembered these two inscriptions.

Jiang Li wanted to reach the ghost place opposite, but a dignified Jindan cultivator was blocked by the big river in front of him.

It's so good to die. On the map, the name of this river is really called Liusha River.

Although at first glance, the width of this river is probably only more than 200 miles. Although the water in the big river is a bit strange, it is not weak.

I don't know if it is the quicksand river in ancient times, but above this river, there is a strange power.

Not to mention floating on the water, it is impossible to fly over the river.

The natural forbidden space is really the largest in the world, and it is full of wonders.

Just when Jiang Li was blinded, a little black shadow slowly descended along the upper reaches of the Liusha River.

As the shadow gradually enlarged, Jiang Li saw that it was a bamboo raft floating on the tumbling quicksand river.

Jiang Li just couldn't use all kinds of spiritual wood to build boats, but such a seemingly ordinary bamboo raft can easily float on the quicksand river.

Sure enough, there are doorways everywhere.

Cultivation and strength cannot explain everything.

There is a sign hanging on the bamboo raft, which should be the professional ferryman here.

"Fellow Daoist, I have five hundred spirit stones, please take me for a ride!"

He shouted loudly towards the river, as a sign of sincerity, he also held a middle-grade spirit stone and threw it towards the bamboo raft on the river.

How can someone who can swim on a bamboo raft on the quicksand river be an ordinary mortal?

The mid-grade spirit stone that Jiang Li threw in the past was not weaker than the cannonball, but he was still caught by the opponent.

Then the other party left without taking the spirit stone, and floated towards him on the bamboo raft.

"Do you want to cross the river, fellow Daoist?"

The man on the bamboo raft asked the question knowingly.

"That's right, I would like to ask fellow Daoists to make it easier."

Jiang Li spread his palm on it, and placed four middle-grade spirit stones.

It is five hundred spirit stones to cross the river once, and the price is quite good.

"Convenience is of course convenience. If you don't pass the river fee, you have to have two thousand spirit stones."

It seems that Jiang Li was hesitant to see, but the boatman continued to persuade.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist, I have been on the raft for 20 years on the Liusha River boundary. It has always been this price, and it has not changed."

Listening to his words, Jiang Li looked at a sign hanging on the front of the bamboo raft again.

It is clearly written on it that each person will pass through two hundred spiritual stones.

The other party noticed Jiang Li's gaze, and put away the sign without changing his face. Then he continued talking without blushing.

"My bamboo raft can transport ten people at a time. Today, there is only one fellow Taoist, so the price is naturally two thousand."

Jiang Li frowned, but jumped lightly and stepped onto the bamboo raft.

Two thousand spirit stones and five hundred spirit stones actually didn't make much difference to him. But this apparent situation of being pitted still made him a little unhappy.

"Hey, it's a rule to pay half for getting on the raft and half for getting off the raft."

The other party is still reluctant.

Jiang Li thought for a while, but still threw out nine mid-grade spirit stones.

"Fellow Daoist, stand up and start crossing."

Given the depth of the Liusha River, this bamboo pole should not be able to support the bottom of the river.

But as soon as he supported it, the bamboo raft under his feet flexibly turned and floated towards the opposite bank of the Liusha River.

The river is turbulent, but the bamboo raft is surprisingly smooth, and the speed of advancing in the rapids is not slow.

It takes less than two sticks of incense to cross the river.

"How is your business in this business, fellow Daoist?"

Jiang Li asked about a ride on the boat.

"Friend Daoist is joking. There is no business. It will not open for three years, and it will only open for three years."

The ferryman, who was holding the bamboo raft, smiled and didn't mind talking to Jiang Li about the behavior of slaughtering customers who had been eating for three years.

Such a face, like a taxi driver who slaughtered passengers late at night.

"Since it's so dangerous and business is not easy to do, why don't the tour guides change jobs?"

Jiang Li is not angry either, but to see how far this person can do it.

"Friend Daoist doesn't know, a nine-headed dragon fish under the quicksand river is an old friend of mine. He will harm others, but not me."

"Other people's bamboo rafts will sink here, but my third child's raft will not."

It turned out that this was a ferryman who relied on relationships to eat this bowl of rice.

In fact, most of the ferrymen on the Quicksand River have acquaintances in the water. Otherwise, if you paddle over someone's head, they will swing your tail and they will turn you down the river.

"It turns out that it is really disrespectful and disrespectful."

"Can you, fellow Daoist, for the sake of clarifying your doubts. The boat on the quicksand river sank, and the bird sank. Why is your bamboo raft able to ride smoothly on the river?"

This is indeed Jiang Li's doubt. The effect of Liushahe is really domineering. Anyway, he has not found a solution for the time being.

"Haha, Daoist asked me, the third child, of course I would answer."

"Going eight thousand miles to the north, there is a bamboo forest in a place called Dragonfly Bamboo. Using this bamboo as a raft, you can naturally travel on rivers, lakes and seas."

It turned out to be a special material made of bamboo and bamboo rafts. All things are mutually reinforcing, and that has always been the case.

Think about Jiuyoumu and ghost lantern fish, think about armor-faced demon and Shura blood, the world is so wonderful.

"Friend Daoist, tell me the secret of this meal, aren't you afraid that I will come to grab business with you?"

Jiang Li stood at the front of the bamboo raft and turned to look at the ferryman who was standing behind the pole.

"What fellow Daoists don't know, this bamboo raft is three feet long, four feet long, only four feet wide, three feet wide, and only three feet can float. "

"Hahaha! Fellow Daoist, it happens to be the center of the river right now. I will not accept you for the remaining 1,000 catties of spiritual stones."

As soon as the voice fell, the ferryman used a bamboo pole to pick up a rope on the side, and the whole bamboo raft disintegrated immediately.

Sure enough, as he said, only a small bamboo raft with a length of four feet and a width of three feet under his feet could continue to float.

The so-called touch of water, it turns out that such a large bamboo raft is all supported by this small piece of bamboo raft.

As soon as the bamboo raft was scattered, Jiang Li, who was standing at the front of the bamboo raft, lost his support point and could not control the sky, so he could only fall into the water together, and Gululu sank into the water for a moment.

No wonder the ferryman knew everything about Jiang Li's problems, and he told Jiang Li all the secrets of their business.

It turned out that he had no intention of sending Jiang Li to the other side at all.

And this is also the deal they made with the ferryman and the river demon below.

After passing a raft, sinking a raft, and those customers who sank in the water will become the sacrifices of the big monster in the water.

As for the raft that the customer has passed or the raft that has sunk, it can only depend on luck.

With a 50% pass rate, this heart is simply not ordinary black.

"Hey, what a pity, such a rich boy. If I can get the things on him, I can make a small profit."

Turning the bag in his hand, he was very satisfied with the sound of ten middle-grade spirit stones colliding inside.

"Another silly boy with no experience and no experience. After getting into the belly of Lord Jiutou, I will regret it."

Not only did he collect money and harm people, but he also spoke ill of people behind their backs. This kind of guy has to swallow a thousand needles.

At this moment, the water under He Laosan's bamboo raft tumbled strangely.

Although the Liusha River is turbulent every day, he has supported his raft on this water for 20 years. The current direction of the water at this time is clearly wrong.

Suddenly his pupils shrank, and there seemed to be a shadow under the water that was swimming around him quickly.

The behemoth that stirred the water flow made him sweat cold all over his body.

"Master Jiutou, Master Jiutou! It's me, I'm the third child of He! Wait, please put away your magical powers!"

Even the dragonfly can't withstand the attack from the underwater monster.

He begged for mercy again and again, thinking that he had offended the big demon below.

boom!

The next moment, a huge head drilled out of the water and directly lifted up his small bamboo raft, which was three feet by four feet, and lifted his whole body out.

But what emerged from the water was not a nine-headed dragon fish, but a huge black dragon head.

"I don't want to go into the water, do you really think I can't swim? Have you ever seen a dragon who can't swim?"