Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

"Fellow Daoist, it seems that your fate has not arrived at home."

Jiang Li touched Fei Fei and returned to him, excitedly circling the flying sword of Zhanxian.

Immortal Zhan, who just gave birth to the sword spirit, has a tacit understanding with him, knowing that only by capturing these monks alive can they extract the most value.

Otherwise, with the current strength of Zhanxian Feijian, one can easily cut this guy into pieces!

"This... It turns out that this is the island of the sea giant... I accidentally broke into the precious land at the next moment, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Let's go right away, leave right away!"

The uninvited guest in front of him has also reached the level of God Transformation, and he looks short and fat.

After being surrounded, he accompanied his smiling face and put on a gag in the market, trying to get away with it.

But in this world, how can there be such a simple thing? If you dare to steal his things, you must be prepared to pay the price.

On the side, the king of the sea giants, the dolphins, was even more angry.

The sea giant tribe has just been unified, and now there is actually Xiaoxiao coming to the door to win the treasure.

If this guy is left like this, where will the face of their sea giant clan go?

Kui Dolphin stretched out his hand, directly picked up a big mountain beside him, and smashed it towards the chubby monk!

There is also explosive lava in this mountain. Under the blessing of the sea giant king, its power has reached the limit of the level of a god.

But the next moment, a sharp sword light suddenly erupted, cutting off the flying mountain from the middle.

The familiar sword light made Jiang Li's pupils shrink slightly, and the sword finger he pointed out also stopped.

"This is... the magic sword?"

Without Jiang Li's action, the chubby cultivator suddenly broke out and seized the opportunity to escape from the siege of the giant warriors.

A sword rainbow appeared under his feet, taking him to the sky at high speed.

"A bunch of stupid big guys who can't fly, grandpa goes too!"

At the same time Yu Jian escaped, he did not forget to return his hand and swayed a light sword that fell from the sky.

Although the sea giant warriors on the ground could not be severely damaged, those lightsabers were extremely sharp enough to easily break through the skin of giants.

As long as he can block them for a while, it is enough to let him escape.

As for Jiang Li, being caught in the middle of so many giants, the chubby cultivator didn't notice it at all.

But Jiang Li's eyes were fixed on that guy.

This strange monk's sword technique made him very puzzled.

"Shushan Wanjian Art?"

In a flash, Jiang Li had already appeared on the only way to escape the sword light.

"Huh? The ignorant boy, still trying to block my way?"

"Look at my Heavenly Sword! Turn my body into a sword, and my sword is one!"

Seeing Jiang Li suddenly standing in front of him, the short and fat Jianxiu who was driving the sword light, his body shape directly merged with the flying sword below him.

Immediately, the sword light soared to ten feet in length, and its power also surged, stabbing towards Jiang Li at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

This is the ultimate move in the Shushan Sword Art. The combination of human and sword bursts with the strongest force, enough to penetrate any obstacle in front of him.

Then, he was greeted with a fist.

The unremarkable, unpretentious fist collided with the sword light of the unity of the human and the sword.

The scream of a flying sword sounded, and the ten-zhang sword light shattered. The chunky figure rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with a flying sword.

Where did the high-altitude fall hit a human-shaped pit on the ground.

The giants who were irritated by Wanjian Jue just came forward and wanted to give this guy some insight, what is the power of big feet.

If it wasn't for Jiang Li to stop him, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to find any meat dregs at this moment.

He raised his hand to take a picture of the flying sword that the opponent had landed on the ground. Jiang Li recognized the unique flying sword craftsmanship at a glance.

Sure enough, it is the orthodox Shushan Feijian.

So, what the **** is going on with this guy?

As far as Jiang Li currently knows, the world of immortal cultivation in the Eastern Region is today. There is no other Shushan inheritance. The Wuxing Peak of Shushan Mountain in Dazhong Mountain is the only orthodox Shushan Jianxiu.

If it is said that other people learned one and a half of the Shushan Sword Art by chance, Thaksin.

But the magic sword, the Shushan Wanjian, the Shushan Tianjian, and this flying sword that was cultivated and refined with the secret method of Shushan.

Even, in his induction, the other party also awakened the sword heart for the second time, and the sword bone has been forged.

Jiang Li wouldn't believe that he could learn so much by chance.

"Who are you? Where did you steal the Shushan Sword Art from!"

Jiang Li shouted and asked, but the man on the ground did not move.

"It won't work to escape here, and if you play dead again, I will draw your sword bone!"

He threw a lightsaber out of his hand and stabbed it directly into the short and fat Jianxiu's thigh.

That thief-eyed guy just stood up abruptly.

"Cough cough, little friend spare your life, little friend spare your life!"

"I'm Zhang Bobo, the swordsman of Shushan, that is actually a misunderstanding today. If your little friend is interested in Shushan swordsmanship."

"I can take apprentices on behalf of my masters, and teach Shushan swordsmanship."

"That is the inheritance of the ancient Immortal Gate, the Shushan Sword Sect. Usually, I have to collect hundreds of thousands of spirit stones."

"Just a little friend, can you return my flying sword first?"

This Zhang Bobo obviously thought that Jiang Li had taken a fancy to his Shushan swordsmanship, and without the slightest hesitation, agreed to hand over the swordsmanship in exchange for Jiang Li's forgiveness.

But Jiang Li was indifferent, holding the Feijian in his hand, no matter how struggling Feijian was, he didn't give the slightest chance.

"You are Shushan Jianxiu, then why have I never seen you!"

"Shameless villain, you must have attacked my Shushan disciple and robbed him of his flying sword inheritance! Do you still want to quibble when it falls into my hands today?"

With a thought, the Flying Sword of Immortal Slaying was divided into two parts, two parts four, four parts eight, and soon it changed into thousands of fake flying swords, which circled around the sword tips and pointed at each other.

At any time, you can give that chubby monk a ten thousand sword piercing heart.

The Ten Thousand Swords Art used by Jiang Li is obviously much smarter than the lightsaber that was conjured up before the chunky modification.

The body of the Sword of Immortal Slaying is magnified by a hundred times, and the body of the sword is hovering with the Qi of two imperial dragons, hanging above Zhang Bobo's head.

With the spirit of a human emperor and the blood of the dragon family, the Fuxi Yellow Dragon Sword in the Shushan Sword Art is unparalleled in his power.

Obviously Jiang Li didn't believe this guy's words.

There are only so many sword cultivators in the Five Elements Peak of Shushan, Jiang Li has seen them all, but there is no such guy among them.

Pointed at by Wanjianjue and Fuxi Huanglongjian, the unarmed squat cultivator had a lot of cold sweat on his forehead.

"You! You also know the Shushan Sword Art!"

"Are you a disciple of the Five Elements Peak lineage?"

"Wait! Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding, junior brother and family teacher Wuya Jian Pei Zhong!

"Senior brother, slow down! We have the same score."

In order to survive, the short and fat monk even called out his brother. Don't even look at his age, at least he is several decades older than Jiang Li.

However, his words still left him with a small life.

Only the differentiated virtual sword plunged into the eighteen major holes in his body, blocking the possibility of this guy using other means.

The Fuxi Yellow Dragon Sword above was placed between his eyebrows, but it still did not fall.

"Fellow Daoist, why do you have to lie! The Cliffless Sword, Pei Zhong, died a thousand years ago. Where did your master come from!"

When Jiang Li heard this name, it was only a little familiar at first, and it took him a while to recall that he had seen such a name on the tablet in Shushan Mourning Hall.

He felt that the other party's statement was outrageous, but Zhang Bobo could say this name, which also surprised him.

After all, it is a character from a thousand years ago, even if it is a real Shushan disciple, it may not be able to call it out.

"Dead? No, I met the tutor just a month ago, and he is still alive and well."

"There is also Senior Uncle Luo Xinghe and Uncle Dian Canghai. They opened a Shushan Sword Hall with their family teacher. This Senior Brother, have you...haven't seen them?"

He said two more dead names, causing Jiang Li's expression to change slightly.

This chubby monk didn't look like he was lying to him.

And use dead people to make up nonsense, few normal people will tell such worthless lies.

But the three flying swords are still enshrined in the Shushan Sword Tomb. If they are really alive, how can there be no news from them for thousands of years.

"Where are the three seniors now?"

"Master won't let me... slay the city! They are all slaying the city!"

The tip of the sword of Zhanxian Feijian is obviously more convincing than his master's instructions.

but.

"The **** land... is the city of death in vain!"

This is the second time Jiang Li has heard this name.

The last time I heard it was at the floating auction in Fengyang City.

At the auction at that time, there was a strange earth-level magic weapon from the City of Death, and it was finally won by the people of Wan Tu Sect.

The blood crown was finally worn on the head of Wu Fan, the head of the Wan Tu Sect.

Due to the feud with Wan Tu Sect, Jiang Li also inquired about that place in particular.

It's just that the level of mystery in that place is no less than that of the three pillars of the Sishen Temple.

There are very few rumors in the market, it is also the kind of bad street, the adventures of the poor boy.

For example, someone who has achieved nothing, suddenly one day strayed into the city of the dead, and as a result, he was instructed by an expert to inherit it, and after he came out, he jumped out of the dragon gate and created a legendary story of the founding of the school.

In the past, this kind of story will be heard.

But looking at this Zhang Bobo in front of him, Jiang Li suddenly felt that the water in the dead city was probably deeper than he thought.

And this chubby sword cultivator may be the best person to lead the way.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang Bobo, since you said you are a disciple of Shushan, let's be aggrieved for a while, and I will take you back to the Five Elements Peak to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors!"...

On the other side, on the map of the Eastern Region of Cangyun Continent, it was marked as an extremely dangerous area, a **** place.

A faint blood-colored mist pervades here, and in the whistling wind, it seems that there are undead ghosts, mourning and whispering unwillingly.

Today, hundreds of flying boats have broken into this dangerous place.

The flying speed of these flying boats is extremely slow, squeezing through the fog little by little, and gliding vigilantly here at a height that is almost close to the ground.

If you get close, you will find that these flying boats are connected to each other by thick iron cables, and the edges of the boats are almost close together.

"Master Sect Master, the iron chain of the rear connecting boat is broken, and we have lost three more flying boats."

On the flagship in the center of the flying boat group, there is an elder with a blood knife, kneeling on the deck and handing a thick chain to Wu Fan.

He reported the loss of the fleet with a gray face. Since entering this **** land, this is not the first time such a thing has happened.

On the three flying boats that were just lost, there was also a blood knife elder whose strength was no less than his.

This made him feel deeply powerless, when would the cultivators disappear so silently.

Until now, they didn't even know how those ships disappeared.

The danger of this **** place is beyond their expectations.

Nuoda's flying boat fleet, after entering this area, began to disappear bizarrely.

Later, they even used iron chains to connect the flying boat and the flying boat, but even so, those thick rune chains would still break inexplicably.

All the way forward, the remaining fleet is now only half of the original, and the loss is unprecedented.

Wu Fan glanced at the passage, as if the chain was bitten by some creature with his teeth, but nodded lightly.

If it can come and go freely, can it still be called a **** place?

Those dead disciples are actually their common offerings. One dead and one alive, this is the rule in entering the **** land.

"Send the order, and cast the soul of the dead."

The knife-wielding slave beside Wu Fan, the head of the Wantu Sect, has now been replaced by a fair-skinned female cultivator.

Following his order, the female cultivator with a knife took out a black sky-shooting laser and shot it towards the mist.

After receiving the order, the remaining flying boats began to throw out jars with talisman paper,

The jar fell to the ground and shattered, and countless transparent figures poured out from it.

Although the quality is far inferior to the ghost soldiers in Jiang Li's coffin, the quantity is far greater.

Wan Tumen slaughtered cities and countries at every turn, and ghosts were never lacking for them.

After the souls of these dying people were released, they were confused for a moment, and then they all moved towards the same place as if they were attracted by something.

And behind the heads of these dead souls, there is a faint black thread hanging down, extending backwards and connecting to the flying boats of Wan Tumen.

The strength of one soul is insignificant, and ten, one hundred, and one thousand are equally insignificant.

But if it is millions, tens of millions, or even more, it is enough to gather a force that makes people look at it.

Use these souls of the dead as trackers, pull the remaining flying boat from Wan Tumen, and slowly walk towards a place in the depths of the mist~www.NovelMTL.com~ Only with the guidance of those who died in vain can we find the legendary city of the dead in vain! "

One day, two days, three days... After seven days, most of the ghosts of the dead have been exhausted and dissipated.

Wan Tumen's fleet threw a large number of jars, and let out a dead ghost to continue to pull the flying boat.

After seven days and seven days, finally, after seven times, a huge city slowly appeared in front of the blood-colored fog.

Those undead ghosts who were pulling the flying boat walked into the city in a daze.

But to the living, the city is like a mirage, untouchable and untouchable.

At this time, Wu Fan gave another order.

A blood-colored dagger was distributed to all the remaining Wan Tu Sect disciples.

The way to enter the city in front of you is very simple, just slit your throat and pierce your heart.