Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

After Jiang Li arranged the formation, he filled the squares of soil into the potholes in a tight fit.

In the end, only a few traces were left on the turf on the surface. As his wood-attribute aura urges, the vegetation grows densely, and soon it will no longer be seen at all.

But his actions have been watched by several pairs of eyes.

"Little brother, your magic weapon is pretty good. If you give it to elder sister, how about elder sister protect you to the end?"

Jiang Li stood up carrying the dirt shovel, and such a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Jiang Li was expressionless and did not show any surprise at all. The other party has followed him for so long, if he can't find it, then his Guanyin Heart Sutra will be completely practiced in vain.

I ignored it before, just because it was confirmed, the other party would never run away.

Turning around, a woman in red was standing lightly on a branch, looking at him condescendingly with a smile that tricked a child into lollipops.

Then the rustling voice came, and two more male loose cultivators who were close to 20 years old surrounded them from two other directions.

"It seems that not all the loose cultivators are fools. I am a little surprised to have reached a cooperation in such a short period of time. You guys are pretty good."

Jiang Li was surrounded by three people, but his expression was clearly like he surrounded the three. Complimenting them in the tone of an elder facing a younger generation.

"Little brother, what you said is not very good. Those two big brothers will be very angry. Why don't you take out all the things on your body, how about sister begging for you."

The woman narrowed her eyes and immediately began to threaten Jiang Li. The two behind Jiang Li are also slowly approaching, but they also maintain a certain distance between them. Obviously, they do not really trust each other, and they are teammates who are still on guard.

"Are you planning to do something to me? Do you want to do something to the disciples of the Tibetan Sutra Valley, have you thought about the consequences?"

Jiang Li touched the chains around his waist, as if he was soothing a python, letting it endure for a while, not to hang everyone on the spot.

"Hey, boy, do you still want to use the sect to press us?"

"This is the venue for the Dazhongshan cultivator competition. Even if I kill you, no one can say anything more."

"And have you seen the fog above, who knows we killed you when you die?"

Hearing this, Jiang Li suddenly had a feeling that no one would come to save you if you broke your throat. Some inexplicably admire the courage of the other party.

"You big sects are really rotten. This kind of big competition even let you come over to gild your brother, hum, it's just a pity that you met us."

"Hurry up and hand over everything to me, or I will definitely show you what horror is!"

A man behind him, the maliciousness on his face was no longer concealed. He tore off the sleeve on his right arm, and what was revealed inside was a colorful tiger claw.

This kind of operation of directly transplanting the organs of monsters is actually quite a market among scattered cultivators. Although it may affect the future development potential, in a short period of time, it can improve a lot of combat power.

Jiang Li touched his tender face, feeling a little helpless in his heart.

Since the training, his body has grown rapidly, but the feeling of immaturity has not completely faded away.

His age is too deceptive. Cultivation of immortality is a process that requires a long period of accumulation of water and kung fu. For many people, youth means weakness.

Even if he wears the clothes of the inner disciples of the Tibetan Sutra Valley, few people will face up to his strength.

If you don't know the inside information, it's not a strange thing to think so.

"Forget it, I won't play with you anymore, Miss Shuman, have you chosen?"

Jiang Li raised his head and asked a question, and then a phantom appeared behind the woman in red.

Qin Shuman grabbed the other's head and covered the woman's eyes with both hands. The woman in red instantly lost all reactions, and she couldn't move anymore.

This is a ghost covering the eyes, and after combining with the Shushan magic method, the power is already very terrifying.

And with Qin Shuman's strength, although it's easy to suffer against a base-building cultivator, there is still no problem for a Qi cultivator.

Immediately, Qin Shuman forcibly smashed the opponent's head in front of him, his pale lips lightly opened, and mist-like things poured out of the opponent's pores.

It was she who used the innate ability of ghosts to quickly extract the aura and vitality of the other party.

"Boy! You are courting death!"

The female cultivator above was instantly subdued, and the two cultivators also panicked. The female ghost was very terrifying at first sight, and the two of them together were definitely not opponents.

Unexpectedly, this sect disciple of the related household actually has such a cheat-level protection card, no wonder he was so fearless just now.

"Catch the thief first! Let's go together!"

The female ghost Qin Shuman was regarded as a protective trump card given by the elders of the sect.

The two loose cultivators knew that escaping would only be a dead end, and the only way to survive was to take Jiang Li as a hostage.

They rushed forward together, a tiger claw grabbed Jiang Li's face, and a sickle hooked at his ankle.

The two shot together, and the cooperation between them is also a little tacit.

boom! boom!

With a punch from the top, the tiger claws were beaten into a pool of mud, and with a kick from the bottom, the hook was kicked into a mass of scrap metal.

The offensive that the two were determined to win was easily smashed, without any effect.

Whoa!

The long-awaited prison dragon lock flew out, wrapping the two flying upside down a few times at a lightning speed, and then tightened it violently, squeezing it inward with a huge force, and instantly tore the two of them to pieces. Pieces of the ground.

If there is no special means, it is basically impossible for these cultivators in the Qi refining stage to take a chance on him.

"Shuman, let's go."

Jiang Li threw the corpse into the coffin, and Qin Shuman, the master of the ghost city, also brought the female cultivator who had turned into a mummified corpse, and floated over with a contented face.

She absorbed the vitality of a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training, and her originally pale body turned a little rosy.

One person and one ghost is like a tourist, continuing to walk towards the end.

The same thing is happening constantly in this Qi Refining Stage venue.

There are more scattered cultivators, but except for a few real geniuses who are dusty, and some children of destiny who have received a strong inheritance from their predecessors, the strength of these scattered cultivators is generally worse than that of the sect cultivators.

These gaps, from the level of the practice technique, the power of the magic decision, to the level of the magic weapon, are superimposed in all aspects, and the difference in combat power among them is at least two levels.

Many loose cultivators also have self-knowledge. After encountering each other, they feel that they are not fully sure to eat each other, so they will temporarily walk together, forming teams in groups of three or five, in order to fight against more powerful sect monks.

But even so, they lose more and win less.

Apart from. . Such a wave of people.

If the fog above these mountains disappears, Sai Fang Feizhou flying in the sky may be able to find that there is a wave of monks who seem to be unable to fight, from all directions of the first mountain, very purposeful to the center.

There are males and females, strong and weak, and the places where they mingle in the Dazhongshan area are also very different. Maybe they couldn't even call each other's names at all.

But as if they were summoned by something, they converged towards the same goal.

After they met, they didn't have the slightest intention to fight, they just stayed in place quietly, waiting for the arrival of other companions one after another.

It just didn't take long for more than 30 loose cultivators to gather here.

After all, the Qi refining period is only the beginning of the cultivation of immortals. The monks still have too few things, and it is quite difficult to do one dozen.

And more than 30 qi cultivators, this strength is enough to suppress any sect disciple except Jiang Li.

"Damn! How are they... connected to each other?"

Not far from the group of loose cultivators, a cultivator from Mount Bailian was quietly crouching in the bushes, watching the scene ahead in horror.

With so many loose cultivators at this distance, the scene is still so strange, to say that there is no conspiracy between them, he will not believe it anyway.

"They must have mastered some method of cheating, and there must be some conspiracy in this big competition."

"No, let's get this out as soon as possible!"

This disciple of Bailian Mountain is named Situ Rui. He is a descendant of one of the two great families of Bailian Mountain. He has a great talent and is supported by unimaginable resources. figure.

But even he did not directly jump out of the idea of ​​​​being tough with this group of loose cultivators. Instead, he squatted on the ground cautiously, and slowly retreated towards the rear.

Shashasha~

However, a series of footsteps came from behind.

Very unfortunate is that a loose cultivator came to this side from behind him.

The cultivator saw the Bailian Mountain cultivator who was lying behind the bushes, then stopped and looked over with a blank expression on his face.

The next moment, more than thirty monks over there also turned their heads and looked over.

The disciple of Mount Bailian cursed inwardly, and slammed a fog thunder on the ground. Immediately, thick black smoke spread out, completely covering the area around him.

呲!

Bailianshan disciple Situ Rui also responded quickly and made a very accurate judgment.

There are more than 30 people on the other side, and there is one person behind him. As long as that person stops him for a breath, other loose cultivators will surround him in groups. At that time, let alone winning, escaping will only become an extravagant hope.

The chance of success in escaping directly is too low. So he immediately smashed out a fog thunder to block his sight.

Then he immediately took out the Thunder Sky Thunder for help, and directly pulled the lead on the Thunder Sky Thunder's butt toward the top.

A bright, dazzling red light blooms on his hand. As long as there is a little more time, this distress signal will rise high in the sky and penetrate the clouds and fog, bringing reinforcements that are enough to suppress everything.

However, Situ Rui's right hand holding Tian Lei suddenly sank, and one palm pressed on the front nozzle of Tian Lei.

The next moment, the smell of the charred barbecue fills out, and that meat palm can withstand the burning of the thunder, but it will be completely penetrated in just a moment.

Ordinary people are in such severe pain that they can't bear to let go immediately.

But the owner of this palm is not like this. Instead of letting go, he hugged the red light, and the whole person shrank into a ball, wrapping the red light in the middle.

His flesh and blood turned into carbon, his intestines were rotten, and the cultivator was about to die, but the red light that pierced through the sky did not lift off in the end.

"How... how is it possible..."

The black smoke slowly dissipated, and Situ Rui stared at the half-cooked cultivator on the ground, wondering why the other party could do this.

Then he looked around in despair, and more than 30 qi cultivators had surrounded him.

"Damn! You will regret it!"

The magic weapon smashed out and the aura skyrocketed. Bailianshan Situ Rui wanted to make his last move. After smashing the magic weapon, Yukong would fly into the thick fog to escape.

But the cultivators were too close to him, and they didn't care about his attack at all, so they rushed up to knock him down without fear of death.

In the end, the disciple of the Situ clan from Bailian Mountain was pinned to the ground. Then the dying disciple was dragged onto him, the black hair on his head gradually turned white, and finally the whole person grew old, and a seed rolled out of his mouth and fell into the mouth of the Bailian Mountain cultivator.

. . . .

In the foundation building stage, the competition is also very fierce.

Although there are not as many monks in the Foundation Establishment stage as they sign up for the Qi Refining stage. It has far exceeded expectations.

The Zongmen joint competition team has prepared five types of terrain competition fields, such as knife mountain, sea of ​​trees, swamp, volcano, and stone forest.

Thirty tokens were placed in each arena. The participating monks entered the arena after being randomly disrupted, and snatched the 150 tokens in total.

The competition party intends to beat the cultivators in the Foundation Establishment period to less than 150 people at once.

The sword cultivator's avatar, Tang Yan, was randomly assigned to the stone forest terrain.

Stone pillars hundreds of meters high point into the air, densely scattered like a forest. This kind of complex terrain has a lot of room for manoeuvre, which is not a small advantage for the cultivator and the earth attribute cultivator. If it is the main body, the combat power may have to increase by a few points.

But for a remote occupation like clone, so many obstacles are a bit disadvantageous.

Then,

Imperial Sword Art!

Great Sword!

Ten Thousand Swordsmanship!

Explosive flame away from the fire sword!

Wine Fire Burning Heaven Sword!

Fuxi Yellow Dragon Sword!

. . .

The huge sword shadow that swelled to ten feet in length condensed into a dense rain of swords falling from thousands of sword lights, which exploded the unstoppable explosion sword energy when touched, and the wine fire sword energy that burned the sky and scorched the earth was surrounded by a flaming dragon. The Emperor's Great Sword. . . .

This poor stone forest field was instantly devastated by a terrifying sword tide.

The sword cultivator clone is like he doesn't know what consumption is at all. Those other people release a big move that has to be slowed down for a long time. In his hands, there is no pause at all, and waves of indiscriminate attacks are like waves to everything around him. .

Bad luck, the dozen or so cultivators who were near the clone when they came in were instantly blinded.

As soon as they came in, what happened to them? What is that Shushan Jianxiu trying to do?

More than a dozen foundation-building cultivators struggled to support under the wave of sword qi and sword light.

But how can Shushan Jianxiu's sword art be so easy to bear? Even if it covers an area and covers more than a dozen foundation builders at the same time, the pressure on each person will never be weak.

The protective aura disintegrated, the defensive magic weapon shattered, and the foundation-building cultivators fell one after another, but the sword cultivator clone did not mean to exhaust himself.

In the end, under the wave of sword light, only three monks escaped.

The dazzling red light on the flying sword burning rainbow slowly subsided, and after turning a circle, it retracted the scabbard on the back of the clone.

This is the current fighting method of the sword cultivator clone, not seeking the best, but seeking the most expensive.

Any price-performance ratio, flexibility, and technical flow are all imaginary for the sword cultivator clone.

After returning to the Five Elements Peak in Shushan, his basic swordsmanship was not learned, and he only studied the swordsmanship that consumed the most.

High consumption usually means a wide range, strong power and high momentum!

The current combat mode of the sword cultivator clone is more and more single, standing in the same place and then madly outputting.

But being single doesn't mean it's bad, but it's so powerful that it doesn't need to do those twists and turns.

An endless stream of surging spirits made the sword cultivator clone from a mediocre fire sword cultivator to become one of the top five in the foundation-building stage of the Wuxing Peak under the age of 30.

From the pile of rubble, the clone Tang Yan pulled out a still hot token. It was as if he had already passed the first round of the competition.

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