Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

Just after leaving the Mujia Taolin, the flying boat of the Chongshan Alliance was attacked by an unknown monk.

With just one blow, even the flying boat was destroyed, and another kind of black silk barrier blocked the way, Shenshan Qiuhua and others immediately fell into a dangerous situation.

"Hand over the goddess, the concubine will not kill you."

A crisp female voice resounded from the sky.

A red veil wrapped an exquisite woman and slowly fell from above, and the black hair on her head spread all around.

It turned out that the black silk thread that cut the flying boat to form a birdcage blocking the way of everyone was all this person's hair.

"We should have no grudges with seniors, why did seniors stop me from going."

Elder Mu spoke solemnly, and the man brought heavy pressure to them just by looking at them.

The strength of the two sides is obviously not in the same dimension.

"The concubine has already said, hand over the goddess to the daughter. Since you don't know how to lift, then you can't blame the concubine."

The figure behind the veil waved his hand, and three thousand black silk flew towards them, shrouding them.

Each of those black strands is condensed from extremely terrifying resentment, and is extremely tough. Under the urging of icy yin, each strand can exert a terrifying power.

Elder Mu and the others are the strongest, but the Jindan cultivation base, the sword art they cut out can't stop the invasion of black hair at all.

They could only use Feijian as an envoy, trying their best to avoid within the hairline cage.

But those hairs grow even faster than their flying swords. But for a moment, there was no way to hide.

Just when they were about to be riddled with holes by these hair strands, a golden light suddenly appeared, cutting off the black strands in the sky.

When the golden light dissipated a little, it was clear that it was a bergamot hand that seemed to be made of gold.

"Amitabha, the three thousand blue silks are all troubled, is the donor still not enlightened?"

The one who played the bergamot was a strange golden statue sitting cross-legged on a blood-colored lotus platform, half Buddha and half devil, carrying a thousand hands.

A buddha hand behind the golden statue struck again, and with a single stroke in the soft Buddha light, the previously tenacious and unbreakable hairline was easily cut off, exposing a gap for escape.

Elder Mu and the others bowed their hands behind the golden statue and quickly escaped from the gap in the broken cage.

They turned into a few streamers and soon disappeared from sight.

The woman hidden between the red gauze and black hair fluttered and wanted to chase, but the golden statue appeared in front of her again and did not give in.

"You monk is so unreasonable, how can you stop the concubine from being a female class, does the master want to rob her?"

"Huh? Where are you monk? Your concubine looks familiar."

"Get out of the way, how about you, a monk, have another one-night stand after the concubine's death?"

The two bergamot notes just now easily cut off her grievances. This made the woman in the red gauze full of fear of this blocker, and was reluctant to fight against it.

But I tried to get around it several times, but I couldn't. Seeing those sword lights flying farther and farther, she also understood that if she didn't get rid of this strange god statue, she would have no way to catch the daughter of the god general.

The female cultivator behind the red veil carefully looked at the appearance of the statue, but was slightly surprised.

This is half flesh and blood, half golden body, half devil, half Buddha, no matter how you look at it, it is not normal.

Moreover, she always felt as if she had seen the face of the symbiosis of the Buddha and the devil somewhere.

"The good intentions of the female bodhisattva led the poor monk to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground. How about asking the female bodhisattva to raise your hand and let the donors go?"

The avatar of the idol remained unmoved, with his hands clasped together on his chest, and a face with a pious, demonic, and evil eye.

"The monk is deeply admired by the Buddhist teachings. Since the monk said so, then... you go to death!"

The female voice behind the red sand suddenly became ferocious and terrifying, and the black silk floating in the air was instantly stained with blood, cutting and strangling towards the statue in the middle.

At the time of the shot, it was also wrapped in a thick ghostly yin wind. Such a move is simply not like what a living person can do.

In those strands of hair, there is grief, suffering, and heavy bloody killing intent. When a monk encounters it, he will almost die.

Even after being killed, there is no chance of even being a ghost. It's an extremely vicious move.

But the god statue's avatar folded the flower in its hands, pinched a large piece of hair in his hand at once, and then rubbed it with his backhand very casually.

The hairs of these powerful magic weapons of the profound order are as powerful as the white snow under the spring, and they melt away cleanly.

This method of condensing negative emotions for one's own use is naturally easy to use against ordinary monks.

But in the body of the idol avatar, the endless world suffering and chaotic will are colliding all the time.

After such a great enlightenment, Ananda's blood and tears were left behind, and he realized Ananda's idol avatar. How could these evil thoughts have any use in front of him.

"It's impossible! Who the hell are you!"

When the woman blocking the road saw that her grievances were broken, she was shocked and angry, and the shot was an even crazier attack.

The ghost qi of the frozen creatures diffused in the air, and the dark wind swept over the dark clouds for a while, dyeing the plain like a dead zone.

A trail of black claws and ghost silks waved towards the idol clone, whimpering and whining as the air was torn apart.

But those attacks that were enough to tear the sky and change the terrain were completely blocked by a layer of red lotus barriers.

"The poor monk Chongshan, Ananda Kasyapa, wishes to preach the scriptures for the female bodhisattva."

There were a few more palms of Buddha and demons behind him, and it was easy to punch out a few holes in the hair.

The woman behind the hair cloud can only retreat in front of the Buddha's palm. If she is lined up by the palm of the Buddha and Demon, it will make her bad luck.

It's not that they have never seen her before. Those ordinary Buddha lights can at best compete with her resentment.

But how can a guy who is not very pious at first glance be so weird.

She scolded the ghost king's grievances in the wasteland, and was completely restrained by the idol's clone, without any temper.

After struggling for a long time, hearing the three words Chongshan League stimulated her sensitive nerves.

"Chongshan Alliance? What's your relationship with Jiang Li?"

Somewhat unexpectedly, the name of the unknown female cultivator actually came out of Jiang Li's name.

But Jiang Li couldn't remember that he knew such a powerful female cultivator.

"The benefactor Jiang Li is the leader of the Chongshan Alliance, and the female Bodhisattva is an old friend of the leader?"

After hearing the name again, the blood-colored hair in the sky suddenly shrank. Then came a frantic female voice.

"Damn! You give me peace of mind!"

"Stinky monk, I remember you! Don't let me hear that name again!"

As if something was wrong with the body, the red yarn hidden between the hairs quickly fled to the distance.

The speed is very fast, and the urgency of the other party can be seen.

But things backfired, a figure she didn't want to see the most at the moment, had already stopped at some point in her retreat.

"Miss Yang, why did the old friend leave in such a hurry?"

It was Jiang Li who had been hiding before.

The one in Taolinmu's house is simply a nine secluded clone created by Jiang Li using his thirty-year-old peach.

For a while, it shouldn't be a problem.

While his body was hidden in the coffin, he followed the two elders Mu and left the Shili Taolin together in order to lead the snake out of the hole.

Unexpectedly, it was not the cemetery Jiuyoumu, but such an old friend.

"It's you!"

The face of the woman under the red veil changed greatly.

What she was most afraid of was not the Buddha statue behind Jiang Lihe.

But after seeing Jiang Li, another will was awakened in the body.

"Don't come out! You are not allowed to come out!"

Two completely different expressions appeared, competing for each other on the same face.

With the full resistance of the original owner of this body, most of the ghost king Yang Ruozhi's mind was involved. This body is not hers after all, affected, the combat power plummeted.

At this time, she was dying, and another pale flame emerged in front of her.

Jiang Li waved out the cold flame of the ghost lamp, and ignited Yang Ruozhi's messy hair.

The white and flames were still burning towards the body along the strands of hair.

Yang Ruozhi screamed, and the ghost that almost covered the sky disappeared instantly. The injured ghost king was frightened back by Jiang Li's ghost lamp Leng Yan.

When she was in the ghost king wasteland, she had seen this kind of flame. If it was a cold flame in its heyday, she would still be sure to deal with it, but now it's better to save it.

Yang Ruozhi shrank away, and the woman's eyes behind the red gauze finally regained clarity.

But how difficult it is to snatch a body from a ghost king, his eyes are full of exhaustion, and even the simplest Yukong can't maintain it.

Jiang Lifei stepped forward and caught the thin figure wrapped in red gauze.

This person is Mu Yulan, the abandoned disciple of Qianhe Tower, whom Jiang Li rescued from the ghost king wasteland a few months ago.

I don't know why I went in and appeared here. It seems that this unfortunate female cultivator has also experienced a lot of things during this period of time.

Feeling the body under the veil, the flesh and blood that had been cut off by those ghosts had grown back.

And the power in her body, even he couldn't help but be startled.

She, who had not even formed a golden core at that time, is now a powerful Nascent Soul True Cultivator.

This is the benefit of having an old grandfather or big sister in your body.

That troublesome injury has recovered so quickly. The progress of the cultivation base is so scary.

Yang Ruozhi, the ghost king of the Flower Married, has a terrifying existence above the cultivator of the gods.

Although because of the heavy damage in the ghost king melee, his strength has dropped significantly.

But as long as a small part of her strength is divided, it is enough to make Mu Yulan's cultivation progress by leaps and bounds.

Just now, under Yang Ruozhi's personal control, he even showed an exaggerated strength that reached the level of a god.

If it weren't for Jiang Li's restraint of ghosts, it would be very difficult to deal with it.

However, it is almost impossible for this mottled Nascent Soul to make up for it.

Yang Ruozhi, the eldest sister, is not very qualified, and she is too ruthless.

If it weren't for the peacefulness of Qianhelou's exercises, Mu Yulan's foundation would be good enough.

At this moment, I am afraid that Yang Ruozhi has already killed him.

Another hour later.

Mu Yulan slowly woke up from the coma.

"Where am I?"

She has been suppressed by Yang Ruozhi for a long time, and she has been sleeping hard to wake up, and now she is still a little unclear about the situation.

She just felt a warm current pouring into her body from behind.

Looking back with difficulty, it is a face that I miss day and night but dare not meet.

"En.. Grandpa! Why are you here.. Hurry up! Hurry up! I will hurt you!"

Mu Yulan was flustered, she knew her own affairs.

After she separated from Jiang Li at that time, she first destroyed a gathering place of loose cultivators engaged in the human trafficking industry.

After relying on those blood and food to recover his injuries and some strength, he was bewitched by Yang Ruozhi and began to take revenge and attacked Qianhelou's fleet.

At first, it was okay to say that the control of the body was still in her hands.

But as the killings increased, Yang Ruozhi's power quickly recovered. Before she could react, she was completely crushed.

I don't know when it started, Mu Yulan never woke up again.

It was like a dream, watching Yang Ruozhi do all kinds of things with her body that she never dared to think about.

For example, marrying a lot of strange men, and then sucking each other completely dry in a coffin.

During this process, Mu Yulan's cultivation level broke through to Nascent Soul before she knew it, but she didn't feel happy at all.

Because if there is no accident, it is very likely that she will never wake up again.

Until I met Jiang Li again.

The deflated Yang Ruozhi retracted into her body, and Mu Yulan learned that she was awake, but the first thing she thought of was that she was afraid that Jiang Li would be hurt by Yang Ruozhi.

"It's okay, I don't think she dares to come out now."

Jiang Li raised his hand and released the cold flame of the ghost lamp again, and the white flame reflected on the opponent's face.

Mu Yulan could hear Yang Ruozhi yelling in her body.

Only then did she remember the picture of Yang Ruozhi being deflated.

It turned out that Jiang Li rescued her again.

However, even the ghost king is afraid of Jiang Li, and the benefactor is really strong.

"Engong saved his life twice, but Mu Yulan avenged his revenge, so damn it!"

Mu Yulan rolled over and knelt down towards Jiang Li, raising her hand to slap her forehead.

One is to atone for Jiang Li, and the other is to fear that Yang Ruozhi will snatch her body again, and she can't believe what she will do at that time.

It's just that the hand that turned into a crane claw was stopped by Jiang Li. The powerful palm stopped her suicidal move in front of her forehead.

"So your name is Mu Yulan, so Yang Ruozhi is the one just now."

"Those are not your intentions, don't take it to heart."

The name the other party told him before was Yang Ruozhi.

He also pretended to know just now, smiled and forgave her for what she had done.

"Can you tell me, that Yang Ruozhi, why did he suddenly attack the flying boat of the Chongshan Alliance?"

Although it wasn't her who controlled her body before, Mu Yulan still had a look of remorse, obviously ashamed of Jiang Li.

After adjusting his mood for a while, he said again while recalling.

"I don't remember very clearly what happened before. I only remember that it seems to be my body. The yang qi is getting weaker and weaker, and the yang life is about to be cut off."

"For some reasons, Yang Ruozhi, that is, she can't be easily separated from me, so she wants to get the longevity peach from the Mu family to extend our lifespan."

"When she snatched the invitation before, she met a strange Taoist priest. He said that at the core of the Mu family, there is a spiritual fruit called Pantao, which can fully restore our injuries and strength."

"That's why they worked together temporarily, and it was also the flying boat he let Yang Ruozhi attack, in order to snatch a daughter of a goddess."