Xiuxian!My buff status has no time limit

"Cough cough, little friend spare your life, little friend spare your life!"

"I'm Zhang Bobo, the swordsman of Shushan, that is actually a misunderstanding today. If your little friend is interested in Shushan swordsmanship."

"I can take apprentices on behalf of my masters, and teach Shushan swordsmanship."

"That's the ancient fairy gate, the inheritance of the Shushan Sword Sect. I usually collect 10,000+ spirit stones."

"Just a little friend, can you return my flying sword first?"

This Zhang Bobo obviously thought that Jiang Li had taken a fancy to his Shushan swordsmanship, and without the slightest hesitation, agreed to hand over the swordsmanship in exchange for Jiang Li's forgiveness.

But Jiang Li was indifferent, holding the Feijian in his hand, no matter how struggling Feijian was, he didn't give the slightest chance.

"You are Shushan Jianxiu, then why have I never seen you!"

"Shameless villain, you must have attacked my Shushan disciple and robbed him of his flying sword inheritance! Do you still want to quibble when it falls into my hands today?"

With a thought, the Flying Sword of Immortal Slaying was divided into two parts, two parts four, four parts eight, and soon it changed into thousands of fake flying swords, which circled around the sword tips and pointed at each other.

At any time, you can give that chubby monk a ten thousand sword piercing heart.

The Ten Thousand Swords Art that Jiang Li used was obviously much more brilliant than the lightsaber that was conjured up before the chunky modification.

The body of the Sword of Immortal Slaying is magnified by a hundred times, and the body of the sword is hovering with the Qi of two imperial dragons, hanging above Zhang Bobo's head.

With the spirit of a human emperor and the blood of the dragon family, the Fuxi Yellow Dragon Sword in the Shushan Sword Art is unparalleled in his power.

Obviously Jiang Li didn't believe this guy's words.

There are only so many sword cultivators in the Five Elements Peak of Shushan, Jiang Li has seen them all, but there is no such guy among them.

Pointed at by Wanjianjue and Fuxi Huanglongjian, the unarmed squat cultivator had a lot of cold sweat on his forehead.

"You! You also know the Shushan Sword Art!"

"Are you a disciple of the Five Elements Peak lineage?"

"Wait! Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding, junior brother and family teacher Wuya Jian Pei Zhong!

"Senior brother, slow down! We have the same score."

In order to survive, the short and fat monk even called out his brother.Don't even look at his age, at least he is several decades older than Jiang Li.

However, his words still left him with a small life.

Only the differentiated virtual sword plunged into the eighteen major holes in his body, blocking the possibility of this guy using other means.

The Fuxi Yellow Dragon Sword above was placed between his eyebrows, but it still did not fall.

"Fellow Daoist, why bother talking nonsense! Wuyajian Pei Zhong died as early as 1000 years ago. Where did your master come from!"

When Jiang Li heard this name, it was only a little familiar at first, and it took him a while to recall that he had seen such a name on the tablet in Shushan Mourning Hall.

He felt that the other party's statement was outrageous, but Zhang Bobo could say this name, which also surprised him.

After all, it is a character from a thousand years ago, even if it is a real Shushan disciple, it may not be able to call it out.

"Dead? No, I met the tutor just a month ago, and he is still alive and well."

"There are also Uncle Luo Xinghe and Uncle Dian Canghai. They opened a Shushan Sword Hall with their family teacher. This senior brother, you...haven't seen them?"

He said two more dead names, causing Jiang Li's expression to change slightly.

This chubby monk didn't look like he was lying to him.

And use dead people to make up nonsense, few normal people will tell such worthless lies.

But the three flying swords are still enshrined in the Shushan Sword Tomb. If they are really alive, how can there be no news from them for thousands of years.

"Where are the three seniors now?"

"Master won't let me... the city of death! They are all in the city of death!"

The tip of the sword of Zhanxian Feijian is obviously more convincing than his master's instructions.

but.

"The bloody land... Is the city of death in vain!"

This is the second time Jiang Li has heard this name.

The last time I heard it was at the floating auction in Fengyang City.

At the auction at that time, there was a strange earth-level magic weapon from the City of Death, and it was finally won by the people of Wan Tu Sect.

The blood crown was finally worn on the head of Wu Fan, the head of the Wan Tu Sect.

Due to the feud with Wan Tu Sect, Jiang Li also inquired about that place in particular.

It's just that the level of mystery in that place is no less than that of the three pillars of the Sishen Temple.

There are very few rumors in the market, it is also the kind of bad street, the adventures of the poor boy.

For example, someone who has achieved nothing, suddenly one day strayed into the city of the dead, and as a result, he was instructed by an expert to inherit it, and after he came out, he jumped out of the dragon gate and created a legendary story of the founding of the school.

In the past, this kind of story will be heard.

But looking at this Zhang Bobo in front of him, Jiang Li suddenly felt that the water in the dead city was probably deeper than he thought.

And this chubby sword cultivator may be the best person to lead the way.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang Bobo, since you said that you are a disciple of Shushan, let's be aggrieved for a while, and I will take you back to the Five Elements Peak to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors!"

. . . .

On the other side, on the map of the Eastern Region of Cangyun Continent, it was marked as an extremely dangerous area, a bloody place.

A faint blood-colored mist pervades here, and in the whistling wind, it seems that there are undead ghosts, mourning and whispering unwillingly.

Today, hundreds of flying boats have broken into this dangerous place.

The flying speed of these flying boats is extremely slow, squeezing through the fog little by little, and gliding vigilantly here at a height that is almost close to the ground.

If you get close, you will find that these flying boats are connected to each other by thick iron cables, and the edges of the boats are almost close together.

"Master Sect Master, the iron chain of the rear connecting boat is broken, and we have lost three more flying boats."

On the flagship in the center of the flying boat group, there is an elder with a blood knife, kneeling on the deck, and handing a thick chain to Wu Fan.

He reported the loss of the fleet with a gray face. Since entering this bloody land, this is not the first time such a thing has happened.

On the three flying boats that were just lost, there was also a blood knife elder whose strength was no less than his.

This made him feel deeply powerless, when would the cultivators disappear so silently.

Until now, they didn't even know how those ships disappeared.

The danger of this bloody place is beyond their expectations.

Nuoda's flying boat fleet, after entering this area, began to disappear bizarrely.

Later, they even connected the flying boat and the flying boat with iron chains, but even so, those thick rune chains would still break inexplicably.

All the way forward, the remaining fleet is now only half of the original, and the loss is unprecedented.

Wu Fan glanced at the passage, as if the chain was bitten by some creature with his teeth, but nodded lightly.

If it can come and go freely, can it still be called a bloody place?

Those dead disciples are actually their common offerings.One dead and one alive, this is the rule in entering the bloody land.

"Send the order, and cast the soul of the dead."

The knife-wielding slave beside Wu Fan, the head of the Wantu Sect, has now been replaced by a fair-skinned female cultivator.

Following his order, the female cultivator with a knife took out a black sky-shooting laser and shot it towards the mist.

After receiving the order, the remaining flying boats began to throw out jars with talisman paper,

The jar fell to the ground and shattered, and countless transparent figures poured out from it.

Although the quality is far inferior to the ghost soldiers in Jiang Li's coffin, the quantity is far greater.

Wan Tumen slaughtered cities and countries at every turn, and ghosts were never lacking for them.

After the souls of these dying people were released, they were confused for a moment, and then they all moved towards the same place as if they were attracted by something.

And behind the heads of these dead souls, there is a faint black silk hanging down, extending backwards and connecting to the flying boats of Wan Tumen.

The strength of one soul is insignificant, and ten, one hundred, and one thousand are equally insignificant.

But if it is millions, tens of millions, or even more, it is enough to gather a force that makes people look at it.

Using these dead souls as trackers, he pulled the remaining flying boat from Wan Tu Sect and walked slowly towards a certain place in the depths of the mist.

"Only with the guidance of those who died in vain, can we find the legendary city of vain death!"

One day, two days, three days. .After seven days, most of the ghosts of the dead have been exhausted and dissipated.

Wan Tumen's fleet threw a large number of jars, and let out a dead ghost to continue to pull the flying boat.

After seven days and seven days, finally, after seven times, a huge city slowly appeared in front of the blood-colored fog.

Those undead ghosts who were pulling the flying boat walked into the city in a daze.

But to the living, the city is like a mirage, untouchable and untouchable.

At this time, Wu Fan gave another order.

A bloody dagger was distributed to all the remaining Wantu disciples.

The way to enter the city in front of you is very simple, just slit your throat and pierce your heart.

Chapter 433 The Unexpected Person

After visiting the sea giants, Jiang Li sat on the head of Likongzao and flew back to the Fengyang City branch of the Chongshan League slowly.

Although his foundation is solid, it will take some time to consolidate after breaking through Nascent Soul.

But when he flew back to the sky above the branch office, he couldn't help but look at the map twice more before he was sure that he had gone to the right place.

Not long after that, as the leader of the Chongshan League, he could no longer recognize his own territory.

The branch of the Zhongshan League, which was originally transformed from the hidden stronghold of Bailian Mountain, has now expanded to more than ten times its original size.

Tall chimneys rose from the ground one after another, from which a large amount of black smoke continuously emerged.There is quite a sense of déjà vu of an unscrupulous factory in the past.

Most of the newly expanded area is a huge boiler building, which is burning continuously.

Jiang Li just sniffed the smell in the air and knew what they were doing.

To extract the power of chaos, the purpose of these buildings is to extract the power of chaos in the environmental materials of Chaos Ridge.

Previously, the top priests of the Twelve Families were too ruthless and directly took away most of the resources of the other world in Luanshiling.

In addition to the [-]% of the materials left by An Share Purchase, the remaining forces can only pick up scraps that others don't like for purification.

These polluted soil and rocks can't reach the level of directly confusing the armor-faced trollies.

The power of chaos in it will react with the aura, so it cannot be purified by the conventional methods in the world of cultivating immortals.

After studying some of the Asura world knowledge provided by Jiang Li, a group of masters in the Si Temple barely designed this kind of distillation and purification process, which is similar to industrial wine making.

The efficiency is low, the pollution is large, and the power of chaos purified is relatively limited, and the cost performance is actually quite average.

However, it is said that Si Shendian is planning an unprecedented counterattack, so all parties are so active.

As a force that owns Luanshiling in name, the Zhongshan League naturally had to actively respond to the call and set up the framework of this "military factory" in a short period of time.

And under the leadership of the Temple of God, the use of the power of chaos and the blood of madness has also been played with more tricks.

They stuffed the blood of madness into the arrows, congealed into flying needles, melted the power of chaos into the mist, and ignited the flames.

Invented many more practical and efficient ways to use Fu Lei, more changeable and powerful, suitable for fighting on the battlefield.

When these equipments are fully distributed, the situation where the human side was suppressed will be completely reversed.

Not to mention attacking the opposite mainland, at least it can completely defeat the armored monster on the front line.

It is a great honor for everyone to be able to reverse the situation that has been stalemate for thousands of years in the hands of their generation.

Jiang Li was visiting his home site when a dark red sword light flew from below and stopped in front of him.

After all, with such a large empty seat, no one in the entire Chongshan League would fail to recognize their leader's car.

"Shenshan Sword Head! You have worked hard recently."