Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

"Brother Ghost, you're back. Quick, put me away, I can't help it!"

The old ghost led Jiang Li and the others into a dwelling, where a woman was lying on the ground, her body trembling uncontrollably.

This woman was also influenced by the aura of Yin-Yang Shuangtong, so she should be a ghost. But it is very rare to be able to remain sane until now.

The old ghost stepped forward to reveal a circle of red rope on his wrist, raised his hand, and the woman turned into a phantom and was put into the red rope.

Why does this red rope look so familiar?

Isn't that the trick of ghost marriage?

Jiang Li also knew in his heart when he saw this, this guy is a ruthless man.

Ghosts are easy to carry, easy to train, simple and cost-effective, and many monks will try the practice of raising ghosts to drive them. There are millions of ghosts that Jiang Li keeps.

But this guy is really in Fengdu City, he soaked a female ghost and got married.

No wonder he was able to stay in Fengdu City for so long, and he was able to learn the information of the underground palace and secretly prepared a secret passage. It turned out that he was sleeping with a local resident, amazing!

But this trivial matter is not worth their time.

The old ghost took them to the back room, and the yin inside was obviously much stronger than the outside.

This is just a few dozen steps from the inside to the outside. It even applied layers of blindfolding spells.

The old ghost held a flag, and they passed through the layers of obstacles one after another, and saw a hole that was obviously dug forcibly.

Different from the gloomy cold above, what came from the bottom of the hole was a stream of scorching steam, the kind of steamed buns that could be steamed in a few drawers.

Feeling the heat coming up from below, everyone's faces were not very good-looking.

This kind of simple steam is not bad. As long as they protect the whole body with aura, they can isolate this kind of temperature that is not considered to be very high.

But the air inside is too dirty, and the normal aura is so sparse that it is almost imperceptible.

This means that after they go down, they can no longer use the aura of the environment to restore their breath.

In this ghost place, there is no way to open the storage bag, and even if there are still one or two bottles of Qi-returning elixir, it can't help them recover much spiritual energy.

You must know that this trip is not for tourism, and the level of danger below will only be more severe than they imagined.

But in this case, they must be careful when using Reiki. Once the spiritual energy is exhausted and there are strange monks who do not know each other around, then waiting for their results, I am afraid that they will only die below.

"The place where we will go down will be a dungeon, and we can't control the sky in it, so be prepared."

"If there are evil spirits haunting them, they must be more vicious and vicious than them, and they will give way."

After saying that, he jumped out of the hole first.

The hole was bottomless, and the other monks, after hesitating for a moment, jumped down one after another.

Wealth and risk are sought, and we have reached this stage, and it is impossible to retreat because of this problem.

Jiang Li was not afraid of this, so he controlled the clone and jumped into the hole.

The hot air kept rising, and their bodies kept falling.

The depth of this underground palace is far more exaggerated than Jiang Li imagined.

After more than a dozen breaths of falling, a flickering light was seen below, just like the twinkling stars in the sky, but these lights were located below them.

Jiang Li controlled the clone to activate the spiritual energy, and the momentum of the fall suddenly slowed down, but as the old ghost said, there is really no way to control the sky here, he can only slow down and continue to fall.

After leaving the hole, he fell into a scorching steam. Looking down, the flickering starlight below was actually a large piece of sharp and sharp swords.

Above those blades, there are also some corpses that have been turned into white bones.

If it fell into it, even if it didn't die, it would inevitably be pierced into dozens of holes.

He quickly took out a mud ball and threw it down with his spiritual energy. The mud ball exploded in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it became a three-meter-high puppet, which became the foothold of the sword cultivator clone.

This is because I didn't have time to enlighten me when I was in Momen before, and some of the remaining puppets are high-quality goods at the Jindan level.

This part of the puppets who didn't have time to be enlightened did not participate in the war at that time, so they survived after Qianluo Jizo.

The puppet fell to the ground, and after catching Jiang Li, he nimbly moved a few steps to the side to avoid being hit by the cultivator behind.

Not all the monks in the back have such a good reaction speed.

They have some means of exerting themselves to stop themselves on the edge of the blade.

Some didn't dodge in time, and were hit by someone behind. The sound of the blade piercing the flesh kept coming out, and the scalp of those who heard it felt numb.

As soon as this came in, there was already a downsizing.

Jiang Li looked at the blood flowing to his feet, and lowered his head to observe carefully. The swords that grew out of the ground were all refined weapons. The quality was not bad, and their hardness and sharpness could reach the level of magic weapons.

He manipulated the puppet and broke several sword thorns on the ground. He clamped the sword thorns in his hand with his sword fingers, and waved it twice.

He doesn't have the flying sword in his hands now, but he can use these broken blades as a temporary replacement.

By tying the broken sword to the sole of the shoe, you can also step on the tip of the blade and act directly.

"Old ghost, I have never heard of you saying that there is a knife array under the hole, what do you mean!"

After fifty people have all fallen.

Some people couldn't help but attack the old ghost. This kind of information is not said, it is obviously intentional.

"I can't even handle this knife array, and it's useless to keep them. It's better to stay here and help us solve a lot of trouble."

The old ghost didn't care at all. These people, he couldn't even name them, so what does life and death have to do with him?

"Besides, if I were you, I wouldn't be around them."

The old ghost meant something.

Not long after he finished speaking, there was a dense rustling around.

From the surrounding passages, a large black spot the size of a thumb is rushing towards this side.

Everyone's expressions changed immediately, and they all rushed to the old ghost's side.

The old ghost spilled a lot of yellow powder around the crowd.

Those black spots don't seem to be close to the powder, and they are all attracted by the smell of blood, and they flock to the dead bodies on the ground.

"Corpse!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise. I saw that the dense black beetles climbed on a corpse with only two breaths, and the flesh and blood on the corpse had disappeared. All that was left was a white skeleton covered in clothing.

There are cultivators who, seeing those corpse worms gather in a pile, want to burn them to death with fire magic. But he was quickly stopped by others.

"Are you crazy! The smell of blood will only attract corpse worms within a hundred zhang, but if you kill the corpse worm, all the worms within a thousand zhang will come over."

"Let's go. When they're done eating, they'll start chasing us."

That old ghost is also a ruthless person. Before, he deliberately did not tell everyone about the situation below, but he deliberately killed a few people and used their corpses to attract these difficult corpses.

The crowd circled around the black beetles that formed a hill in the middle. Go forward to one of the corridors.

The place where they fell was a dungeon, which held a large number of ghosts who were considered guilty in their lifetimes.

For example, those who harm the public and private, offer and accept bribes, steal chickens and dogs, rob money, murder and set fires, engage in prostitution and whoring, bully the weak, abduct women and children, falsely accuse and slander others, and seek other people’s property and wives. . . Wait, wait, etc., will be thrown here for punishment.

Knives, cooking, insect bites, starvation, the ghosts here suffer every day.

Not to mention ghosts with only souls without physical protection, even the monks who have spiritual energy to protect themselves, in this environment, they all feel uncomfortable.

Soon there were bursts of unpleasant ghost crying, and there were ugly ghosts wandering around the road.

They wailed and crawled across the blade-strewn ground. It seems that they are in pain, as if they are going to die in the next second, but these ghosts in this dungeon will not die easily, even if they are attacked by magic.

After seeing Jiang Li and the other living people coming, he had already lost his sanity, and looked over in unison.

Don't get me wrong, they, who have been tortured all the year round, simply want to swallow these living people alive.

Countless ghosts surrounded them, and Jiang Li and the others had been squeezed even tighter from their slightly loose formation.

This is probably an important reason why the old ghost tried his best to win over the scattered cultivators to form a team.

If he was the only cultivator present, no matter how fierce he was, he would have been swallowed long ago, and there would be no bones left.

But even such a group of monks are still unable to deter these ghosts.

Snapped!

A python whip with a crackling electric light was thrown out and hit two ghosts. One of them fell to the ground and wailed, and only one turned into flying ashes on the spot.

"Everyone take turns!"

A ghost was pumped to death, causing the other ghosts to shy away obviously, and temporarily stopped their steps to continue approaching, but they did not mean to disperse at all.

Everyone knew that it couldn't go on like this.

They all sacrificed their magic weapons, and took turns to attack the ghosts around them.

However, due to environmental problems, they cannot recover on their own, and they use a little less aura. Therefore, no one dared to use the great power magic, and they only used to scare and attack at a minimum.

Those evil spirits, who were relatively timid in small numbers at first, were attacked for a while and then retreated for a certain distance.

But as more and more ghosts surrounded them, they became more and more courageous, and the monks' random attacks were no longer enough to scare them off.

The speed of progress is getting slower and slower, and it is finally completely unable to walk.

Looking at the expressions of the group of monsters around, I am afraid that they will all come up if they relax a little.

"Don't hold back any more, if we continue like this, we will all die here!"

A monk shouted, urging the others to do it.

But who would do things that harm oneself and others easily?

"Then hurry up! What are you waiting for?"

"There is absolutely no way for me to do anything. I can solve too many ghosts at once, otherwise I would have taken action long ago!"

"You can say whatever you want now. Let us take action. If we run out of spiritual energy, it's not us who will die."

In this case, leaving a little more spiritual energy means more confidence. No one wants to suffer for themselves.

Just when they were arguing, a few black hands suddenly stretched out, pulled out a monk and dragged him into the ghost group, and began to bite frantically.

"I can take action to open the way for everyone, but I must first give me a flying sword of Xuanjie, and each of them must give me a bottle of Qi Rejuvenation Pill."

In the crowd, the sword cultivator clone suddenly spoke, making everyone who was about to fight infighting quiet down.

"Are you crazy if you want a Xuan-level flying sword and a bottle of medicine pill for each person?"

Some people scoffed at Jiang Li's opening. Although the Xuanjie magic weapon is very common in Jiang Li's eyes, for the scattered people, the Xuanjie magic weapon is not a Chinese cabbage.

"Then I'll give you a mysterious magic weapon. Come here."

Hearing this, the man fell silent.

"This brother, you can't use the storage magic in this place, and no one has any extra magic. There is no way to give you too many medicinal pills. Each person will give you a Qi-rejuvenating medicinal pill. Other than that, change the conditions. Bar."

Seeing that someone was willing to take action, the old ghost quickly persuaded him.

"Then if there is a harvest later, I will choose first."

Jiang Li did not force it, and directly changed a condition.

The other monks around, seeing that it was an empty check in the future, did not need them to pay too much, and the situation was very critical now, so they took out their worst recovery medicine and agreed.

Jiang Li didn't have any expectations for this group of rabble.

After getting a bottle of useless medicine pill, he walked to the front of the team. Using the sword-fighting technique, he controlled the three broken swords to float in front of him, and then three black and white flames floated from his eyebrows and fell to the ground. Above the flying sword.

go!

The three broken swords with the cold flame of the ghost lamp flew forward, and all the ghosts that were touched were surrounded by cold flames, but they all turned into flying ash in a moment, and they were scattered on the ground.

The power of the cold flame of the ghost lamp has recently been increasing day by day, and ordinary ghosts have no ability to resist when touched by it.

"Walk!"

It was too late for everyone to panic about the power of Jiang Li's cold flames. Seeing that the road ahead had opened, they immediately urged the movement to run forward.

The group of ghosts was frightened by Jiang Li's cold flame at first, but when they saw everyone running, they all roared and rushed up again. The cultivators who ran the slowest were unlucky to be surrounded again.

They had no choice but to use all their strength to save themselves, and wanted to open up the road again like Jiang Li.

But the group of ghosts had already arrived, and it was too late to start now.

The screams of the monks kept coming from the rear.

The characteristics of the ghosts here are that they bully the soft and fear the hard. They dare not attack a crowded group, but are all attracted by the screaming monks and rush in one direction.

Thanks to the sacrifices of those few people, Jiang Li and others had a much easier road ahead.

They kept moving forward at a high speed, no longer giving the ghosts a chance to accumulate, and soon saw a bronze-colored door ahead.

"Go out from there, and you can enter the underground palace!"