Xiuxian!My buff status has no time limit

Jiang Li himself took the burial coffin that had been vacated again, and embarked on this trip to the eighteenth floor of hell.

Inside, there are inexhaustible top materials and special medicines from the mainland of Kyushu.

Among them, there are hundreds of kinds of heaven-grade pills and heaven-grade materials!

He also collected a new set of seven attributes of immortal energy.

As long as you put it in your mouth, you can quickly make up a new set, a very gorgeous buff state.

But doing so requires a little attention,

When staying in hell, there is naturally no problem.

He just had to remember that when he went out, he had to remember to eliminate the states created under the current time flow in advance.

Otherwise, it was originally a state created according to the limit of the body's endurance.

After the flow of time returns to normal, it will suddenly increase, multiplying two to the eighteenth power by three thousand and 750 times!

This kind of exaggerated instant growth, even a saint, would have to be hiccupped.

Even if he becomes a golden fairy at that time, I'm afraid he will be exploded directly.

Open the coffin, and stuff the panacea collected through Fengdu Ghost City into his stomach.

Then make the states that appear one by one constant.

The familiar sense of fullness soon returned to him.

This set of buffs is enough to ensure that he can practice without any scruples anywhere.

What's more, even if he practiced with all his strength, he could only absorb one-thousandth of the immortal energy and various forces emerging from his body every moment.

According to the usual practice, the excess is stuffed into the burial coffin.

With the current yin burial coffin, it should still be able to hold those fairy auras. . .Maybe.

It is impossible to become a fairy in the eighteen levels of hell.

But the practice below the immortal level is still unaffected.

Sitting cross-legged in this area like this, entering the state of Infernal Dao Mind, Jiang Li began to retreat for an unlimited period of hard work.

His foundation is stronger than others, and the three flowers on the top have a total of 750 petals.

It means that in order to complete his practice in the realm of the Earth Immortal, he will spend 750 times more hard work and consume 750 times more resources than others.

For him, this also takes time to grind.

With the help of the best cultivation resources, it took him a full 300 years to push his cultivation to perfection.

Next, he only needs to fill up the remaining two of the five qi in his chest, and he is the limit of the earth immortal, and he can transform into an immortal at any time.

But his practice did not end there.

The contemporary Human Sovereign made a strange move, sinking himself into the boiling copper soup and iron juice.

From then on, every day during the day, Jiang Li's cultivation would be shaved off.

Then that night, after the copper water solidified, he was able to practice again very quickly.

On the contrary, every night, his soul will be worn away.

And in the daytime of the next day, he will absorb the soul residue around him again to fill that vacancy.

It goes on and on like this, seemingly endlessly.

It seems that practice has reached its limit.

His cultivation has not increased, and his soul is still the same soul.

All this is like a futile useless effort.

But in fact, every day his cultivation base will become more solid, and his soul will become more tenacious.

Under the heart of Infernal Dao, time will pass much faster than imagined.

1000 years will pass with a flick of the finger, and 5000 years will be gone with a wave of hands.

It takes only a cup of tea for 1 years, and it takes one hundred thousand years to barely take a nap.

When Jiang Li wakes up again from the repeated torture.

He has been in the [-]th floor of hell, and millions of years have passed!

Following the last mass of soul residue, it slowly floated to Jiang Li's side, gave him a light suction, and absorbed it into his body.

His soul, from the inside out, seemed to have undergone some transformation.

Immediate feelings are not obvious.

He simply dissipated the aura protection around him.

Then the soul came out of the body, only the soul that was not much different from the entity landed on the boiling copper soup and iron juice.

This feeling is a bit strange.

After carefully feeling it for a long time, he discovered that it turned out that there was something called fear missing in his soul.

Because, it seemed that there was nothing that could completely harm and destroy him, and the fear instinct deep in his soul disappeared naturally.

He reached out to scoop up a puddle of copper water and splashed it on his face. He could feel the burning heat of the copper water, but he didn't feel the slightest pain.

Because that has not hurt his soul.

On Jiang Li's panel, a trait, first it was tough soul, then tough soul, and now it has become the immortal soul of infernal dao.

On his panel, the lifespan that had been consumed to only a few thousand years due to long-term retreat had changed to "???" at this time.

Combined with a body with undead properties.

Now Jiang Li is truly immortal, fearless of all challenges.

He spread his palms again, and a cloud of spiritual energy emerged and condensed into a ball in the air.

Then, the blue light in his right eye flickered in the realm of doom, and he enveloped this spirit ball.

The group of spiritual energy immediately began to expand, but did not collapse immediately.

Wisps of energy overflowed from it, but when he turned his head, he submerged into the aura again.

Not just Jiang Li's soul.

His aura has also been tempered repeatedly for millions of years.

At this time, it has also become extremely solid and tough, even the power of the Mo Fa Lingzhu can resist.

At this time, even if he is thrown into the Dharma-ending era, he might still be able to live a good life.

"Huh? What is this?"

"Wait! What the hell!? Is this a burial coffin?"

Just when Jiang Li was studying his million-year harvest.

A bulging ball slowly floated past him.

Jiang Li was stunned for a long time, and finally passed, the turtle shell that was placed on the ball in front of him recognized it as a burial coffin.

As soon as he sensed it, he realized that at some point in time, his coffin had jumped two levels from the middle level of the heavenly rank, and broke through to the top magic weapon of the heavenly rank.

It's still the most extreme, the kind of situation where it will become a fairy weapon at any time.

"But the advanced stage belongs to the advanced stage, how can you become so fat?"

Transformed into the burial coffin of the armored Kunpeng, the bulge is rounder than a puffer fish at this time, playing with its belly turned upside down, how can it still have half of the heroic domineering it used to be?

"Well, why don't you go back and see?"

The burial coffin was very excited to find that its owner had woken up.

Hearing the order, he swung his very small tail, and then changed back to the original coffin.

But isn't this thing really a ball?

Pressing the yin burial coffin, he felt how much immortal energy and spiritual energy and other miscellaneous energies there were.

He could only shake his head and smile wryly.

In the end, it's still your own pot.

On the eighteenth floor of hell, time flies by for millions of years.

But how much energy has been stuffed into the burial coffin by him in millions of years.

At this moment, the coffin was not propped until it exploded, so he should have woken up laughing.

It's just that he is really embarrassed to use such a magic weapon.

Still have to find a time to help it lose weight.

Chapter 633

Not just burial coffins.

Jiang Li spent millions of years in order to cultivate the Infernal Dao Soul.

The eighteenth floor of hell has also undergone tremendous changes.

Just the spiritual energy overflowing from Jiang Li's body alone increased the concentration of spiritual energy in this hell by more than thirty times.

Putting it outside, it would be a proper dark cave, a blessed place to raise corpses.

Randomly get a corpse to come and bury it here, and within three days it will become a bronze armored corpse.

In another three months, the Zombie King will be produced in batches.

His hanging up this time seems to be a little too much.

I don't know where his energy that is created out of nothing comes from. He hasn't been drained for a million years.

Put these questions aside for now.

Jiang Li heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that the burial coffin would not be casually propped up until it exploded.

After studying it carefully, after the changes that happened to me.

Jiang Li once again came to the border of the bottom of hell.

Reaching out and pressing on the end of this space, it was like pulling a curtain, easily tearing open a barrier of space.

In front of him, the giant tree that stretched across the void appeared again.

"Since the beginning of the world, the tree of the Nine Nethernesses was born in the world! From now on, you will be mine!"

The contemporary Human Sovereign jumped, and the whole person had already floated into the void.

The hole in the space behind him slowly healed, and in this endless darkness, only he and the inverted giant tree that could not be accommodated in the field of vision remained.

"It's really too big!"

It was only after entering this void that one could realize the size of the real Jiuyoumu even more.

Looking around, there are huge root systems extending deep in all directions.

It seems that it is not this world that accommodates the Jiuyou wood, but the branches and forks of the Jiuyou wood support this space.

Only now did he realize that the fused strand he had fused on the Back-Yin Mountain back then was really just a torn beard, not even a real root.

The three incomparably huge statues of Buddha, Taoism and demons that grow in reverse form its tree body.

That stalwart's size profoundly explains what it means to reach the stars and take the moon.

If it is this body type, stretching out a hand to the sky, picking off the moon or one or two stars, seems to be just a matter of course.

Endless roots hang down, and each root is as wide and thick as a mountain, spreading into the depths of the void.

This is the only surviving fruit in ancient times, one of the top ten spiritual roots of heaven and earth.

Jiang Li was a little caught off guard by this large body.

Where does this start?

Taking a deep breath, and spreading his hands, he tried, releasing his own Nine Ghosts aura.

Originally, like a dead object, the motionless Jiuyoumu mother plant immediately moved after feeling the Nine Youling aura of the derived body.