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His own soul has not turned into a primordial spirit, and parallel consciousness is naturally impossible.

It's okay to fight with the body, but in the soul battlefield, they are naturally much weaker.

So even when dealing with the seriously injured Jiuyoumu in the cemetery, Jiang Li still chose to bully the few with more people.

The two sword heart slashes opened the way first, instantly igniting the soul battlefield.

The Jiuyou Wood in the cemetery suddenly exploded, and the roots and branches began to grow wildly, rushing towards them outsiders like a tsunami wave.

The weak Sword Cultivator avatar immediately exited the field, and the Jiuyou avatar stepped forward in the center, also creating a large number of roots and branches to block it.

It's just that due to the inferior strength and the away game, they fell into a disadvantage in the first place.

On the left side, the lotus platform dragged the idol's avatar floating in the air, and the hands of Buddha and demons bombarded forward like raindrops, and large pieces of branches and branches were blasted into debris all over the sky.

Every hit of the idol's clone carries the believer's will power and chaotic will, even the primordial spirit will be affected by these chaotic spirits.

The Yaksha clone was at another time, summoning a monstrous sea of ​​blood, and slapped forward.This is from the world of Asura, pure madness.

Bad evil thoughts corroded and destroyed all those roots, and eroded this space by the way.

This is the battlefield of the soul. What is lost is the precious power of the soul, which cannot be replaced by a little spiritual energy.

And Jiang Li himself transformed into a black dragon, roaring majestically forward.

Behind him, the bloody shadows of beasts and Shura golems emerged one after another, wantonly destroying everything in this space.

The Nine Nether Woods in the cemetery, at the end of their strength, can't last long with this style of play.

Chapter 377

A soul war lasted for three days.

When the dust settled, this spiritual space was already devastated.

The original Nine Nether Giant Tree had turned into debris all over the ground.

Only the heart of the tree was left, which was caught in the claws of a pitch-black dragon.

The black dragon flying in the air fell back to the ground, its slender body suddenly shrank, and changed back to Jiang Li's appearance.

Just after transforming back into human form, Jiang Li staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

Although the soul war here is a fluke victory, the opponent has not only cultivated the primordial spirit, but also the Jiuyoumu who is very good at soul means, and the difficulties in it are not for outsiders.

The condition of Jiang Li and several avatars is also very bad at this time.

Only the fifth avatar of the villain, the size of a palm, rushed into it with a whoosh.

After a while, the tree soul core slowly transformed into Jiang Li's appearance.

The last source of Jiuyoumu in the cemetery was finally swallowed up by Jiang Li's fifth parallel consciousness.

Immediately, the Guanyin Heart Sutra was activated, and the soul fragments that fell on the ground floated up one after another, gathered towards the heart of the tree, and were slowly absorbed by the fifth parallel consciousness that had turned into the core of the tree soul.

Feeling the soul energy fed back one after another, Jiang Li's spirit recovered a little.

. . . .

A few days later, Jiang Li bid farewell to the people of Chongshan League again, and left the area of ​​Dachongshan.

Riding on the wooden dragon split empty seat, he flew towards a red dangerous area marked on the map.

Shifangyu, a huge area that covers an area about ten times that of Dazhongshan's Immortal Cultivation World.

Even in the map of the entire Eastern Territory, the ten directions occupy a considerable area.

But this area is marked with eye-catching red, which means that such a huge area is full of deadly dangers.

The power of the Temple of the Goddess has not enveloped this side, and they do not recommend ordinary monks to enter.

Because there is another name for this ten-square domain, it is called the Land of Ten Thousand Monsters.

It is a dangerous factor, no less than the Ghost King Wasteland, even more so than the barbaric area.

Those who rule here are not human monks, nor ghost kings and generals, but countless mountain goblins and monsters.

They occupy the mountains as kings and plunder the land as their respect. In their eyes, human beings are nothing more than rations and blood.

This is a paradise where monsters dance wildly, but it is a hell where human beings are reduced to eating blood.

After disguising and dressing up, Jiang Li, who was dressed in loose cultivator clothes, was standing by a big river, looking at the area opposite where the ghostly aura was overwhelming, he couldn't help but sigh a little.

Although it has been known for a long time, the world of cultivating immortals in Dazhong Mountain is actually a very peaceful area.

But now, when compared with the vast, monstrous area across the river, he realizes how harmonious his Novice Village is.

If the locust wood demon king of the earth immortal level hadn't been struck to death by the sky thunder back then, I'm afraid that he would be reborn in the world of cultivating immortals, and the current situation would not be much better than that of Shifangyu.

Jiang Li didn't come here for anything else. His good friend Yan Hong was brought here after being captured by the Nine Serenity Wood in the cemetery.

The fifth parallel consciousness has not completely devoured the other party, but some fragments of information obtained from it have already pointed out the location of Yan Hong and others.

That Jiuyou wood is also a tree demon. After escaping from the Mazu River basin, somehow, it ended up here.

In the past half a year, relying on their impressive strength, the opponent has established some foundations in the ten directions.

Those who disappeared from the Chongshan League were all sent here by him.

Firstly, Yan Hong was his good friend, and secondly, because of the cause and effect of being entangled in Jiang Li, he was targeted by Jiuyoumu in the cemetery.

Regardless of emotion or reason, Jiang Li cannot let him go.

So after learning the location, they flew all the way here until they were stopped by this big river.

When flying before this quicksand river, he keenly sensed a hint of danger, so he stopped and landed on the bank of this river.

After thinking for a while, he took out a piece of black talisman paper from his pocket, quickly folded it in his hand, and soon a black paper crane took shape in his hand.

A breath of spiritual energy was blown on it, and the paper crane seemed to come alive, fluttering its wings, and flew towards the big river.

Sending a letter with a paper crane, once an ancient Maoshan technique, came from the Sutra Transmission Hall of the Tibetan Scripture Valley. It is not difficult to learn, just like asking the gods to do black magic, it is easy to learn, and the upper limit is not low.

It is very powerful that a paper crane can fly all over the three realms and six realms.

But this origami crane flew more than a dozen feet away, flapping its wings, and began to fly unsteadily.

Soon the flying height of the paper crane became lower and lower. Even though the aura on it was not exhausted, after flying more than a dozen feet, it plunged into the water and was instantly soaked and smashed by the turbulent river water.

Jiang Li raised his hand again, a green aura flickered, and a wooden stake grew out of nowhere in his hand.

Throwing the wooden stake into the river, the wood couldn't float in the water, and it disappeared into the muddy river after rolling and rolling.

Afterwards, wooden boats of various shapes were built and thrown into the water, but no matter how well-designed the boats were, they could not float in the river.

Jiang Li's face changed slightly, and he approached the river bank and stretched out his hand to fish in the river.

The muddy river flowed through his fingers, leaving a small handful of fine yellow sand in his hands.

"Eight hundred quicksands, three thousand weak water depths. Goose feathers can't float, but reed flowers sink to the bottom."

Jiang Li inexplicably remembered these two inscriptions.

Jiang Li wanted to reach the ghostly place on the opposite side, but a dignified Golden Core cultivator was blocked by the big river in front of him.

It's so hard to die, on the map, the name of this river is really Liusha River.

Although at a glance, the width of this river is only about 200 miles.Although the water in the big river is a bit weird, it is not weak water.

I don't know if it is the quicksand river in ancient times, but there is a strange power on the river.

Not to mention floating on the water, even flying across the river is impossible.

The natural air-forbidden domain is really big in the world, full of wonders.

Just as Jiang Li was catching his blind, from the upper reaches of the Liusha River, a little black shadow drifted slowly down with the current.

As the black shadow gradually enlarged, Jiang Li saw that it was a bamboo raft floating on the turbulent quicksand river.

Just now Jiang Li couldn't use all kinds of spirit wood to build boats, but the bamboo rafts that looked ordinary could easily float on the Liusha River.

Sure enough, there are doorways everywhere.

Cultivation and strength cannot explain everything.

There is a sign hanging on the bamboo raft, which should be the professional ferryman here.

"Fellow Daoist, I have five hundred spirit stones, please give me a ride!"

He shouted loudly towards the river, and as a show of sincerity, he held a medium-grade spirit stone and threw it towards the bamboo raft on the river.

How can someone who can swim on a bamboo raft on the Liusha River be an ordinary person.

The medium-grade spirit stone Jiang Li threw was not weaker than the cannonball, but he was still grabbed by the opponent.

Then the other party left without taking the spirit stone, and floated towards him on the bamboo raft.

"Fellow Daoist wants to cross the river?"

The man on the bamboo raft asked knowingly.

"That's exactly the case, please help fellow Taoists."

Jiang Li spread out his palms, and placed four middle-grade spirit stones.

Crossing the river once is worth five hundred spirit stones, which is quite a good price.

"Convenience is convenience. If you don't pay the river toll, you need two thousand spirit stones."

It seems that seeing Jiang Li was a little hesitant, and the boatman continued to persuade him.

"Fellow Daoist, don't worry. My third son, He, has been supporting the raft for 20 years on the Liusha River boundary. The price has always been the same, and it hasn't changed."

Listening to his words, Jiang Li looked at the signboard hanging at the front of the bamboo raft again.

It is clearly written on it that each person crosses two hundred spirit stones.

The other party noticed Jiang Li's gaze, and put away the signboard without changing his face.Then he continued without blushing.

"My bamboo raft can cross ten people at a time. Today there is only one fellow Taoist, so the price is naturally two thousand."

Jiang Li frowned, but still jumped on the bamboo raft.

There is actually not much difference between two thousand spirit stones and five hundred spirit stones to him.But this kind of situation that was obviously cheated still made him a little uncomfortable.

"Hey, it's a rule to pay half for getting on the raft and half for getting off the raft."

The opponent is still relentless.

Jiang Li thought for a while, but still threw out nine middle-grade spirit stones.

"Fellow Daoist, stand still and let's cross."

Given the depth of the Liusha River, this bamboo pole should not be able to support the bottom of the river.

But with such a support, the bamboo raft under his feet turned flexibly and drifted towards the other side of the Liusha River.

The river was turbulent and violent, but the bamboo raft was surprisingly stable, and the speed of advancing in the rapids was not slow.

It takes less than two sticks of incense to cross the river.

"Fellow Daoist, how is your business doing?"

Jiang Li asked if there was a ride on the boat.

"Fellow Daoist is joking, there's no business to talk about, it won't open for three years, and it's only three years after opening."

The ferryman holding the bamboo raft smiled, and didn't mind talking to Jiang Li at all about his behavior of killing customers after opening for three years.

This kind of cheek is like a taxi driver who kills customers in the middle of the night.

"Since it's so dangerous and the business is not easy to do, why don't the tour guides change jobs?"

Jiang Li was not angry, but wanted to see how far this person could go.

"Fellow Daoist doesn't know that a nine-headed dragon fish under the quicksand river is an old friend of mine. He will harm others, but he won't harm me."

"Other people's bamboo rafts will sink here, but mine, He Laosan's, won't."

It turned out that this was a ferryman who relied on connections to eat his meals.

In fact, most of the ferrymen on the Liusha River have acquaintances in the water.Otherwise, if you paddle around on top of other people's heads, and they wag their tails, they can throw you into the river.

"So that's the case, it's really disrespectful and disrespectful."

"Can you fellow Taoist, just to clear up my doubts, this quicksand river boat sinks like a boat, and birds fall like a bird. Why is it that you, the bamboo raft, can pass smoothly on the river?"