Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

The so-called Forgotten River, as the name suggests, is the river that discards all forgotten things.

The more memories you throw in, the more turbulent the river becomes.

After a long period of antiquity, the river has grown from a width of two or three feet to what it is today. With Jiang Li's eyesight, he could not see the exaggeration of the opposite bank.

It's even more impossible to fly over.

Fortunately, due to the special world rules of the underworld, as long as you keep walking, you will naturally go to where you want to go or where you should go.

Jiang Li just threw a ghost out, followed the little ghost and found it easily, crossing the Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River.

Just looking at the bridge, he didn't see anything rushing up to it.

It was a bridge that looked a little shaky and unsafe.

Why can Jiang Li see at a glance that this bridge is not safe?

Because, this broken bridge is actually made of fluffy yellow paper lakes.

When I touched it, the thickness of the yellow paper was still very thin.

It is used to write, but if the brush is dipped in a little more ink, it is easy to pierce it accidentally.

How can such a bridge save people?

Well, this Naihe Bridge is not used to save people, but to save ghosts.

"Try first to see if this broken bridge is strong enough."

The contemporary emperor raised his hand and pointed, and the ghost who helped him lead the way just now obeyed the order and tried to step on the bridge.

Ghosts are inherently light, about the size of a balloon, and a gust of wind can blow them away.

Stepping on it with one foot, the yellow paper on the bridge deck collapsed slightly, but it was still able to walk steadily.

But after walking a few steps, he came to the tumbling Wangchuan River.

Under the influence of a strange force, the ghost suddenly couldn't control it, and recalled all kinds of memories before his death.

And then the body that was originally light suddenly started to become heavier.

What is the most important thing in life?

A pole on your shoulders? The responsibility on your back?

Perhaps the memory that carries a lifetime is the heaviest thing on everyone's body.

Under the power of Wangchuan River, the ghost's light body became heavier than a whole piece of iron. In the end, he stepped on the broken paper bridge and fell off the Naihe Bridge.

Jiang Li raised his hand at the right time and pulled the red rope tied to the ghost's waist to pull it back, which prevented the ghost from falling directly into the Wangchuan River.

"It really isn't that simple."

The contemporary emperor stared at the churning river.

But what he didn't know was that in that big river, there were also several pairs of eyes staring at him.

After thinking for a moment, many plans flashed in my mind.

Finally, he looked at the cauldron placed beside the Naihe Bridge.

No need to guess, it should be the legendary Meng Po, the place used to cook and distribute Meng Po soup.

It's just that time has changed and things are different.

This cauldron of unknown material is still there. But Madam Meng behind her had long since disappeared into the dust of the end of the law.

According to previous life legends and speculations in ancient records.

The normal process after walking Huangquan Road should be to drink Mengpo soup and then walk on Naihe Bridge.

Helpless towards judgment and new life.

While recalling his life, he forgot all the past events in his memory and threw them into the Forgotten River.

It's no wonder that the Wangchuan River has become so dirty.

It's really strange that everyone throws their bad memories into the river, and after countless years of accumulation, the water quality here can still be good.

Jiang Li took out a gourd, poured out some of the liquid, and gave it to the little devil before.

Let him walk on the paper bridge again.

This time, I didn't step on the paper bridge again.

The power of the river is acting on it again, and memories of the past come one after another.

The image of the little devil is a desolate scholar. I don't know if he had encountered such things as the fox girl adding fragrance to her sleeves in the middle of the night.

In short, in the memory, he started to cry while walking.

All the memories of his life turned into tears and rolled down.

Drops of tears representing its memory penetrated the paper bridge and fell directly into the Wangchuan River below.

The yellow paper that was pierced was quickly repaired automatically, and it did not end the way for the latecomers.

What Jiang Li gave him was, of course, the Meng Po soup that Fengducheng produced by using the other side flowers and Wangyou grass.

Although there have been some changes in the accessories and refining methods, it is not exactly the same as the ancient authentic Mengpo soup.

But there is no problem with the effect.

However, sending only one kid in the past would not help Jiang Li.

The key is if he can pass by himself.

So the question is, how much should the weight of the contemporary emperor plus the memory he carries?

Anyway, it is impossible for him to walk across the paper bridge himself, and he has to think of other ways.

He sent a few more little devils to the experiment.

It was discovered that this paper bridge was, after all, the Naihe Bridge that hadn't fallen yet, and it wasn't as fragile as he thought.

Each soul that drinks Meng Po Tang can actually carry a certain weight of things.

And leaving this part of the load-bearing range is probably intentional.

Otherwise, how can these ghosts bring bribes to the underworld officials behind?

With this part of the surplus, Jiang Li has room to operate.

Can use ghosts as porters to transport some things in the past.

One or two ghosts can't pass by, so how about hundreds or thousands? How many thousands?

Jiang Li shook the gourd in his hand, the Meng Po soup in it was enough for 100,000 ghosts.

If it's not enough, he can directly use the nine ghost energy to cultivate the other side flower and forget worry grass, and cook it on the spot.

Jiang Li's thoughts moved, and the Huangquan Road behind him suddenly folded and shrunk rapidly.

In just a few blinks of an eye, the endlessly forgotten yellow sand desert has disappeared.

A winding path, but forty-nine steps can reach the end.

And the burial coffin that had been waiting on the edge of this territory also appeared in front of his eyes.

It's hard to say anything else, but Jiang Li wants as many things as ghosts and souls.

Following Jiang Li's will, the tortoise-shell giant kun opened its mouth and rested on the underworld.

Then, the ghosts lined up neatly and walked out from inside.

They are lucky, because they will be the first ghosts to survive the Forgotten River in 200,000 years.

If Jiang Li masters the Six Paths of Reincarnation in the future, the appointment will also arrange a good place for them to be reincarnated.

The contemporary emperor stood beside the cauldron and temporarily assumed the role of Mother Meng in person.

For the ghosts who are queuing up, each person has a bowl of Meng Po soup.

Drink Meng Po soup and forget about the past.

Soon, all the ghosts were already in tears, and they all got on the paper bridge and went forward.

Thousands of ghosts howling together, the scene is indeed a bit sensational.

And each of them is also tied with a thin silk thread.

Those silk threads are not objects, but human hairs.

After testing, the extra weight that a ghost that has drunk Meng Po soup can carry on the bridge does not exceed the limit that a single hair can carry.

This weight is not much to say, and it is barely enough to say less.

Sixteen ghosts walked on the paper bridge together. The ghost in the back clings to the top, the toes are inserted directly into the sole of the ghost in front, and the ghosts walk in synchrony.

Perfect interpretation of what is called shoulder-to-shoulder.

Just like this, under the pulling of each strand of hair, in the middle of this large pile of ghosts, there is a hanging chain, trying to make oneself into the thinnest and lightest chain as much as possible.

Jiang Li did not dare to take the risk of falling into the Wangchuan River and take the risk himself.

It can only be grieved and wronged by his own prisoner dragon lock.

Under this kind of crowd tactics, the prison dragon lock slowly extended, and finally successfully reached the other end of the river bank.

It's just that maybe it's the reason why a lot of memory tears flowed into the river, and this Forgotten River has become a lot more violent.

After controlling the prisoner dragon lock and firmly binding several mountains on the other side of the river, Jiang Li stepped on the prisoner dragon lock and started to cross the bridge.

When he stepped on the chain and reached the top of the river.

Sure enough, a strange force emerged, causing his body to sink.

That power made the straight prisoner dragon lock slightly press down. Let the contemporary emperors feel a heavy weight.

Fortunately, I didn't directly let the little ghost drag me together just now.

Otherwise, the 100,000 ghosts will be divided equally, and it may not be able to withstand this power.

Stepping on the creaking prisoner dragon lock, Jiang Li quickly walked to the center of the river.

It seems to have sensed his cheating.

The river below churned more and more fiercely.

Suddenly, a huge wave that had never appeared before came up, instantly dissolving a large piece of the paper bridge below.

Some disgusting bugs in the water waves splashed up, landed on the prison dragon's lock, and quickly crawled towards Jiang Li.

He could only spit out black dragon flames, and after roasting for a while, he eliminated those disgusting bugs.

Looking at the bigger and bigger waves below, I can only speed up and walk towards the opposite bank.

The tumbling river below was still unstoppable. Taking advantage of Jiang Liheng's half-crossing, it would be impossible to act.

In just a few strokes, the Naihe Paper Bridge was completely destroyed.

In the looming sight, there are several huge shadows that are churning wantonly underwater.

There's something else hidden underneath!

As the waves got bigger and bigger, Jiang Li, who was about to be chained across the river, was drawn into it.

"Immortal-level power!"

Jiang Li was keenly aware that there was a monster deliberately casting spells in the water, and his strength had clearly reached the level of a fairy.

It seems that it is indeed the Nine Netherworld.

Since the dignified spiritual roots of heaven and earth can be successfully survived to this day, if the conditions are met, it is not impossible to save a few old fellows at the level of immortals.

Jiang Li was not polite, turned his hand and took out the Emperor's Halberd, and slashed with a slash, shattering the wave.

There were fierce waves coming from all directions, and they were still instantly defeated by the halberd.

Jiang Li now has the power of the human race in the four states.

There is also Fengdu City, which is always expanding and maintaining the rule for him.

With the support of countless human thoughts, the power beyond the level of ordinary immortals is swayed, and there is no need to buffer and store energy at all.

During the swaying, even if the river and the sea are overturned, the water cannot be poured in.

But the few things below are obviously unwilling to give up.

I don't know what to do, and the river water rose wildly, and in an instant, it was only three feet away from the chain.

Then two huge, foul-smelling monsters all stood up from the water.

One of them has eight heads and eight faces, eight legs and eight tails, his body is covered with scales, and all eight heads have dragon horns.

The two of them are shaped like a mountain ape, with long hair hanging on water, fangs sticking out, and a fierce appearance.

Although their whole body is full of holes drilled by insects, their skin and flesh are festering.

But Jiang Li can still roughly recognize that these two monsters are ancient water gods, one is Tian Wu and the other is Wuzhiqi.

These two guys seem to be determined to drag him into the water.

But just as they were about to pounce, a bright yellow flame suddenly ignited in the dimly lit land.

Rising from the soles of the contemporary emperor's feet, he instantly wrapped his whole body.

The monstrous blood and yellow pulp, snake bites and poisonous insects, all feared the flames and took the initiative to avoid them.

Even the two monsters that were bigger than the mountains screamed strangely and plunged back into the water.

Under the light of the fire, the river below was much clearer.

Countless water poisoning insects fled one after another, making the river below pleasing to the eye.

This fire is the human race holy fire, Sui Renhuo.

As soon as this flame came out, Zhu Xie retreated.

If they want to violate the emperor, they must also be prepared to suffer the backlash from the fate of the human race.

Jiang Li pouted, intending to move on, turning around and looking for trouble with the water **** underneath.

The face of a goddess whose tenderness surpassed water, and who was sick and pitiful, appeared in the reflection of the river below.

"Xianchang! Xianchang stay!"

"I was originally Ruoshui, the goddess of the Tianhe River. After the Tianhe River collapsed, I ended up here."

"Take the pain of being bitten by ten thousand insects in this filthy river! I hope the immortal master can rescue me!"

"If you can get out of this river, you will get rid of your filthy body. Weak Shui is willing to promise each other with your body, and give the star of the Tianhe to Xianchang!"

This exit is to promise each other, and it sounds very sincere.

Look at the reflection in the water.

It was because Jiang Li had already seen the peerless appearances of Yunji Yunji and the descendants of Nuwa.

The reflection of the goddess below still made his mind sway.

Immediately, many wonderful ideas popped up in my mind.

The goddess Ruoshui, can't she be able to gushing a spring?

When he came back to his senses, he immediately scolded Dragon Blood's bloodline for being too obscene, and it actually affected the mind of his upright gentleman.

The other party probably took a fancy to his fire, and wanted to use the power of this fire to get rid of the filth and bugs of the Forgotten River.

This requirement is not excessive.

"I have a gourd here. If you can come in, I will take you out."

With the thought of chivalry, Jiang Li is ready to save her.

The figure of the goddess, which was indeed parasitized by many insects, obediently pulled up from the river and rushed towards the gourd hanging down by Jiang Li. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

But at this moment, another big hand came out of the water, grabbed the weak water that was about to enter the gourd, and pulled her back into the water.

The new big hand had to grab Jiang Li's gourd.

After being flashed by him, he showed his figure helplessly.

Looking at the breath, it is a water **** again.

It was a white-haired old man. If not, there were holes all over his body, maybe he really looked like a fairy.

"Wait a minute! Daxian! Don't trust that bitch!"

"Take me away! Get me out!"

"I am He Bo who controls the waters of the world! I have Ding Shuizhu! And Luo Shen! I will give you my concubine Mi too! She is the most beautiful goddess in the world! You will not be disappointed!"

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