Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

"Yin soldiers and ghosts! How can they be real ghost soldiers!"

Ming Zun, the master of the Riyue Pavilion, felt incredible.

It was precisely because he knew what these ghost pawns who surrounded them were that it was even more difficult for him to understand.

Because according to the records of the classical books in the study of Riyue Pavilion.

Even in the tenth hall of the Serious Yin Division in ancient times, Yama, the subordinate Yin soldiers added up to about 300,000 or so.

In this day and age, where did so many ghost soldiers come from!

You must know that such things as merit are equivalent to the will of heaven and earth, a high-level currency issued only to a very small number of people.

No matter who it is, it is a first-class precious thing. Getting a degree and even being able to help you become a saint!

Just like Nuwa.

This kind of good thing, as long as it lives in this world, no one will be too much.

Therefore, even in the ancient times, there were not many people in the underworld who were willing to spend their own merits to seal others.

That was too much to lose.

In ancient times, the underworld was basically when the deceased had sufficient merit before they were alive. Only with their own merits, they will be sealed as yin and yin officials.

This is also the reason why the Maoshan lineage likes to accumulate Yin virtue so much.

But now Jiang Li is equivalent to having a money printing machine that can print infinite merits.

For something like merit, no matter how much he spends, there is no loss to him.

Not to mention the 1 million Yin soldiers here, Fengdu City has already exceeded 50 million.

Fright can scare people to death.

"Damn! Don't fight back! Let's go!"

Looking at the subordinates who are fine and gossamer, and are about to die of old age, Mingzun no longer wants to believe and can only recognize it.

These yin difference that can't be moved with a poke can't be moved. If they are unlucky, they can always leave.

Pulling the subordinate who was about to die, they flew away and turned into a light to leave.

But it's impossible to walk.

"The ghost who killed my Fengducheng wanted to leave! How could it be so simple!"

A young child's voice sounded in the city.

The fiery red streamer came in an instant, and before they could leave, they smashed the light and knocked out the four people inside again.

The leader, Ming Zun, was even passed through the chest by the streamer, and suffered a considerable injury in one blow.

It wasn't until the streamer stopped, that it was clear that it was a flaming spear with golden patterns all over its body.

It is the lost ancient divine weapon, the divine sharp fire spear.

The combat power of Lingzhu is the top of the world.

Under Jiang Li's guidance, he broke the inner demon and obtained the fairy energy. It is only half a step away from becoming a real immortal.

At this time, apart from Jiang Li, he was afraid that he would have no rivals in this world.

Even the prisoner Shui, the reincarnation of Jizo, was too late in his fortune, so he could only defend against him, and had no power to fight back.

The Lotus Boy shot down the Ming Zun of the Five Qi Chaoyuan with one blow, which made many strong men in the city secretly watching the hearts depressed and did not dare to make mistakes.

He called back the rocket gun, and when he was about to make two more shots, he suddenly saw Jiang Li coming.

Immediately calling for the Yin soldiers to come forward to escort him, he turned around and flew to Jiang Li, kneeling on one knee.

"City Lord!"

After hearing the news, the other Fengdu executives rushed there as quickly as possible.

Then a few dream spirit beads were sent to Jiang Li.

Each of these dream spirit beads is condensed and condensed from the huge dream of the countless vain dead in the city of the dead, for a full seven, seven and forty-nine days.

There is an extremely complex and real dream world hidden inside.

It is a very powerful seal.

Anyone who is ingested in it will be trapped in a dream woven by countless dead people in the entire city of the dead.

Even Jiang Li dared not say that he could easily escape.

And now the Lingzhu is wrapped with a grass, a praying mantis, and a white crow.

Needless to say, those are the three immortal qi of wood, metal, and yang attributes.

They were all brought by the strong men from Kyushu who came from all over the world during Jiang Li's absence.

When these guys first heard the one-for-three condition, they thought it was a rare commodity.

I feel that this kind of immortal energy that has transformed into a spirit form must have other unknown functions.

Do not want to exchange easily, or bargain, and offer an exaggerated price of one for ten.

But the problem is that since the continent of Kyushu is so big, they are not the only ones who have immortal energy.

Although up to now, the natural celestial energy of heaven and earth is still rare.

Each continent has only a few immortal energy.

But gathered here are more than 70% of the strongest monks in the world, and most of the reincarnations of immortals and Buddhas are also among them.

And the spiritual energy that was born, except for the part that was taken away by the demons, was basically in their hands.

Waves and two waves of people want rare goods to live in, but there are always people who urgently need the fairy energy in their hands in exchange for the fairy energy that is more suitable for their attributes.

What's more, it is still a one-to-three exchange rate, and there is only one chance. As long as someone has changed it, they will no longer accept the immortal energy of the second phase attribute.

As a result, the relationship between supply and demand has changed.

Within a few days, the strange goods that some strong people thought were smashed into their hands.

And Jiang Li also got what he wanted.

He took the three spirit beads, and inhaled them into the body in the same way, and it became the same state of immortal energy filling the body.

In this way, plus the four attributes of Immortal Qi that he already possessed before.

Jin, wood, water, fire, earth, yin and yang, the attributes of the Seven Middle Schools are already complete.

As for the different kinds of immortal energy such as wind, thunder, ice, etc., Jiang Li's demand is not so great.

It's best if you have it, and it doesn't hurt if you don't.

The task of exchanging auras, they did very well.

However, the recruitment of other immortals and Buddhas has encountered difficulties.

So far, not even any other reincarnated person is willing to join Fengdu.

After all, they were all the top powerhouses at that time, and they were all former Immortal Buddhas.

The arrogance in my heart is beyond comparison.

Wouldn't it be nice to enjoy the right to decide between life and death in one word on one's own turf?

It is too simple to want to use only a few immortal energy to make them subjugate.

Unless it is a reincarnated person who has not yet developed a hairline, like prison water, it is possible to pick up the leak.

But such people are obviously incapable of crossing the Black Sea and Heniu Prefecture, which is full of blood and blood disasters.

Although somewhat disappointed, it was expected.

If you want to continue to strengthen the power of Fengdu Ghost City in a short period of time, it seems that you have to think of other ways.

"Is there any change in He Niuzhou recently?"

Feeling the other three immortal auras that began to bubble up in the body, Jiang Li asked about the business again.

"Change?"

Hearing the city lord's question, the three hall masters and the four meritorious officers were all at a loss.

In addition to the invasion of demons in Mandazhou, it is inextricably linked with the disaster of flesh and blood.

They haven't noticed anything else wrong recently.

Jiang Li frowned, then closed his eyes, his consciousness connected to the flesh and blood clone.

Under his control, strangely-shaped eyes that belonged to insects, fish, birds, mammals, etc. opened on the carpet of flesh and blood, scanning the entire state on behalf of the contemporary emperor.

Not long after he removed the bloody gaze, the juxtaposed consciousness had regained the power of the Flesh Lord.

And after obtaining the eyes that are only transformed into the will of the Asura world, the grasp of the disaster of flesh and blood has become more profound.

But relying on the naked eye to scan the past piece by piece, until he has seen the entire continent, he has not been able to find other anomalies.

It's amazing.

Where is the problem sensed through the golden lotus of merit?

"Is this the contemporary emperor in person? The old man is polite."

Just as Jiang Li was thinking about it, an old Taoist priest in ragged clothes suddenly appeared not far away.

While holding the jug in his hand, he saluted casually, and walked unceremoniously into the palace of the original armor-faced royal court.

"Ah, let's let the old man and the emperor have a few words."

He really didn't consider himself an outsider, and he waved his hand to let the three palace masters and the four meritorious officers move away.

"Who are you! Be rude in front of the Emperor!"

After Jiang Li became the emperor, the attitude of one of the nine sons of Zulong changed greatly.

This guy, who finally recovered some strength, is eager to prove his strength in front of the Lord.

Taking a step forward, a circle of yellow halo shrouded the old Taoist who entered the temple.

Baxia likes to carry heavy loads, so the three mountains and five mountains are carried on the back of the motor car.

And he has an innate supernatural ability, which can transfer the weight of his own to the enemy, and use this life to crush his opponent.

If Jiang Li can re-create a monument of merit and virtue for him like King Yu, he will be able to bring out that innate magical power to the fullest.

But the old Dao was clearly hit by a yellow halo, but he just kept walking forward.

There are many people who are mavericks, but most people who are mavericks and can live to such an old age still have two brushes on their bodies.

However, Baxia's magical halo seems to have played some role.

The old man's figure was blurred for a while, and it was clear that his superficial obscurity was broken under the impact of the divine power's aura.

The flesh and blood from the lower body below the waist suddenly turned into filthy dirt and peeled off.

In the end, only the half-body black skeleton and two skeleton legs were left, still trembling forward.

"Old Daoist is just a dying person who is half-dead. The son of Zulong doesn't need to be too concerned."

This old-fashioned blindness was broken, and it seemed that he had lost interest all of a sudden, and his mood became not very good.

Jiang Li was even more surprised by what he said.

How long has it been since Ba Xia came out of his head? There should be no possibility of information being leaked.

But he was able to break through the real body of the tyrant in one sentence. This old way is really something.

"Old Daoist is half his life, and I will meet His Excellency the Emperor."

The old man bowed and bowed down, and he no longer had the cynicism he had before.

I don't know if it was out of respect for the Emperor, or because of the curse on his lower body.

"It's half a lifetime, everyone in Nanzhanzhou, who claims to have a plan for the first half of his life."

"I heard of you."

Jiang Li thought about it and also revealed the identity of the other party.

After all, he was sitting on the throne of the emperor, and he couldn't just rule the small piece of land in the Eastern Region of Cangyun Prefecture.

Sooner or later, he will rule the Kyushu people.

But he didn't want to exterminate all the rulers in other regions.

In such a vast land, doing that is time-consuming, labor-intensive and extremely difficult, and it will become the public enemy of the Kyushu Immortal Realm.

As long as the grass and roots are not cut down, he will only be dragged into the quagmire of war by the recurring enemies.

It is unwise to do this when Jiang Ziya is still eyeing him.

So so far, he has only dispatched people to collect intelligence in other areas.

And this half-life, who was famous five or six hundred years ago, was naturally recorded by him.

"His Excellency the Emperor is joking. If you reveal the secret, you will be punished by heaven."

"Old Daoist spent the first half of his life doing fortune-telling, but the second half of his body has become like this. There is no need to mention the courage of that year."

"This is the old way, I just want to be the emperor of the emperor, for the people of the world, and count the last hexagram!"

The horrific lower body of this old Taoist is enough to prove that his cultivation is really extraordinary.

But after the outbreak of the scourge, every calculation will lead to a significant deterioration of the situation. Is there anything that is worth the cost of another calculation?

"That's a half-life senior, why do you think I need to do fortune-telling? What kind of catastrophe will be in the Kyushu common people, please let the seniors make it clear."

Jiang Li has always been polite, and is willing to give him a chance for half his life.

"Asuras are everywhere, the sky is pierced, fierce immortals come into the world, and blood slaughter the people!"

"This is the last hexagram before my master's death, and the supplement is the Kyushu catastrophe!"

"And Your Majesty the Emperor was shocked by a halberd in Heniuzhou, and he was the one who deserved the calamity!"

"The old man came here to help the emperor!"

Jiang Li raised his eyebrows, when did he actually become the one who should be robbed.

Logically speaking, he is an outsider and should not belong to the fate of this world. He wondered if the old man had made a mistake.

However, he also just wanted to know the source of the disaster he felt in his heart, but he might as well give him a try.

Tell him what he wants to know, the old man is not at all sloppy.

He took out a turtle shell from his arms and put three ancient coins into it.

He didn't even see him choking or chanting a spell. He just shook the tortoise shell twice and poured out the three copper coins.

But as the copper coins were poured out, the half-life curse became more and more serious.

From the original waist to the chest, all the below turned into black bones.

In that way, the pained Old Daoist was pale and sweating profusely.

But that's not what he seems to care about.

He lifted the jug in his hand and took two sips into his mouth.

The drink slid down his throat, and then leaked out of the dry bones below his chest.

"Okay, I knew that Laodao should drink it before counting."

"Forget it, Your Majesty, please."

The three copper coins were golden, and there seemed to be something hidden in them.

Jiang Li didn't feel any dangerous aura in it, so he took two steps forward and pressed his hand on it.

Suddenly a picture appeared in his eyes.

A high-end mathematician would never use that kind of tricks and tricks of a liar.

Because saying those words can only prove that he has no confidence in what he said.

When I meet a mysterious old gentleman who talks half a sentence, I drag him out to have a meal. Nine and a half out of ten are not wrong.

A real expert can directly show you the picture without any problem.