Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

【Name: Burial Yin Coffin】

【Type: magic weapon】

[Grade Rank: High Grade Mysterious Rank]

[Characteristics: space, blood-sucking, burial]

【Main material: Vampire wood】

[Status: Loss of Yin Qi]

[Note: Essential for home travel]

Profound rank top grade! ! !

what the hell!

Jiang Li was startled. Originally, he thought that as long as he had the rank of the lower rank of Xuan rank, he would be satisfied.

However, it is indeed the legacy of the Golden Core cultivator!

This mouth looks unremarkable, and the coffin that can be sold at most for three or two silvers in the mortal world, its real rank is actually the top rank of the Xuan rank!

Although the Yin burial coffin may not have been effectively maintained because it has been without an owner for too long, there has been a state of loss of yin qi, but the high-grade Xuanjie is the high-grade Xuanjie, which is a high-grade product that ordinary monks may not be able to touch for a lifetime.

Earn big! Earn big!

After beckoning, the coffin floated up and automatically shrunk, and soon it turned into a delicate coffin the size of a slap, and flew down to Jiang Li's palm.

It can be big or small, light or heavy, and it also has its own space inside.

Jiang Li didn't know the capacity of other storage magic treasures, but this Yin burial coffin was surprisingly large enough.

Even if it doesn't have any other functions, it's just a magic weapon for storage, I'm afraid it can be worthy of the top grade of the mysterious rank.

Jiang Li grinned and smirked, and put the coffin into his arms very dearly. Then he got up and walked slowly towards the Sutra Valley Feizhou, contentedly.

Huh? Did I forget something?

Omg, black zombie forgot to take it away!

Jiang Li was eager to receive the treasure, but he forgot about the black zombie who had worked so hard this time.

He hurriedly went back and threw the coffin, and after recovering the black zombie, he continued to return.

Black Stiff: (╬￣ dish￣)mmp

After his own flying boat arrived, there had been no loud noises for a while, and it seemed that the battle was over.

Sure enough, after he approached cautiously, there was no accident.

I saw that the Matsu River, which was originally very turbid, has now become even darker, and under the gradually rising sun, there is also a suffocating stench!

It's no wonder that those Infernal corpses are not seen by monks, they are simply biochemical weapons.

The fish in this river are absolutely dead and cannot die again. It is estimated that it will take at least 50 years to gradually restore the ecology.

On the river, there are still large floes.

Many monks are breaking the ice floes, and then casting special fishing nets to salvage something. Their target may be the remains of a monk, or it may be the unowned magic weapon of a fallen monk, but it can't be a dead fish anyway.

"Jiang Li, you're back, hurt?"

Jiang Li returned to the place where the Sutra Valley camp was originally located. He didn't see Elder Weng Sanqi, but he saw Yu Banxia and Lu Qianqian.

"It's okay, a little injury, why are you here?"

As soon as Jiang Li spoke, he realized that he had asked a stupid question. The flying boat in the sky was still floating there, shouldn't they be here?

"We came here with the flying boat from the sect. Elder Weng Sanqi and several brothers from the inner sect here are all on the boat to recover from their injuries."

"Elder Duan asked us to come down and clean the battlefield by ourselves. If there is any gain, it will be counted as our own."

injured? Jiang Li was stunned for a while. His body was in the distance, and he was hiding at the bottom of the river. He really didn't know what the situation was just now.

"Cleaning the battlefield? I just saw a lot of monks salvaging in the river. What else can be fished in this river?"

Jiang Li couldn't reveal the fact that Hei Zong had been lurking in the water, it would bring a lot of unnecessary trouble, so he pretended to ask.

"Actually, it's not a good harvest. The elders and the inner sect brothers don't look down on it. That is to say, it is still useful to our outer sect disciples and some loose cultivators. You see, that's all."

Yu Banxia led Jiang Li aside, while Lu Qianqian was condensing water with his water-attribute aura, cleaning a few things on the ground.

Jiang Li understood when he saw it.

The magic weapon of the dead monk.

When the monk's body fell into the river, it would be dragged away by the roots of the underwater tree, and could not be salvaged at all.

The only ones that can be salvaged are these discarded magic weapons.

"These magic weapons should no longer be used."

The water of the Mazu River has been completely blackened by the blood of the corpse. These magical treasures have been dropped and soaked for so long. Unless they are of the yin-evil attribute, they are still useful.

"It can't be used anymore, but some of the materials on the magic weapon can still be smelted and reused. Jiang Li, you can pick one too."

Jiang Li knew that he could still have this kind of operation, but he had already lost interest in such petty profits after making a fortune. . . shit.

Jiang Li regretted in his heart: Damn it! If I had known it earlier, I would have let Hei Zong look for more!

Because Yu Banxia and the others were very kind, Jiang Li had to reluctantly pick a stained hook-shaped magic weapon and put it in his pocket.

"Jiang Li, thank you so much for the mission. If you hadn't notified the sect in time, I'm afraid all of us would have died there yesterday."

"You have contributed the most to this mission. After the sect reward is issued, you should get the most."

After a pause, Yu Banxia talked about the previous mission again. On the side, the faces of the other people are not very good-looking.

After all, those ups and downs of life and death just happened yesterday.

Two companions died, and the five of them were all wounded, with thick bandages wrapped around their bodies, and they looked much more miserable than Jiang Li.

But Yu Banxia still mentioned the previous agreement, and wanted to share their harvest with him.

Jiang Li was actually a little embarrassed, because under the care of Elder Weng Sanqi, the sect decided to give him far more rewards than the others.

"Everyone is a friend, what do they say."

"I also heard about the two of them. I'm sorry. If I could hurry up, maybe they wouldn't die."

Everyone was silent for a while. Jiang Li was not very familiar with the two disciples who died, but the five of them had a good relationship with the deceased. Thinking about it, they would feel very down. He said this, and he didn't know if it was a relief to the living.

"It's all said to be friends, but what are you talking about? Blame those greedy loose cultivators."

"Let's not talk about this, the rewards given by the sect this time are very rich, enough to support our cultivation for a long time. In the next period of time, we will not need to do any more tasks for the time being."

"I plan to practice hard and participate in the Outer Sect Competition this year!"

When Yu Banxia said this, even Jiang Li was surprised.

Not all of the outer sect disciples are weak, but there are quite a few seniors in the late stage of spiritual root training.

Their cultivation base is deeper, their techniques are more proficient, and their experience is more abundant. Where can a first-year rookie be able to fight.

Forget about Jiang Li, where did he get his confidence in Banxia? ?

"are you serious?"

Jiang Li asked in surprise.

"Isn't it just participating in an outer sect competition? Don't be so nervous. Even if you can't win, you can gain an advantage in the future by accumulating some experience."

Oh, so that's the case. Jiang Li thought he also got some great opportunity in South India.

"If that's the case, count me as one."

Jiang Li stretched out his body, his bones crackling, and there was a big competition outside the door, just wait for him to harvest the heads!

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