Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration - Chapter 620 The Ancient Water God
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Chapter 620 The Ancient Water God
The so-called Wangchuan River, as the name suggests, is a river that discards all forgotten things.
The more memories you throw in, the wider the river will be.
After a long period of antiquity, the river has grown from a width of two to three feet to what it is today. Even with Jiang Li’s eyesight, he couldn’t see the exaggeration of the opposite bank.
It is even more impossible to fly over.
Fortunately, due to the special world rules of Netherland, as long as you keep walking, you will naturally go where you want or should go.
Jiang Li just threw a ghost out, followed the little ghost, and found it easily, across the Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River.
Just looking at the bridge, he walked up without any excitement.
It was a bridge that looked a little crumbling and very unsafe.
Why can Jiang Li tell at a glance that this bridge is not safe?
Because, this broken bridge is actually made of fluffy yellow paper.
After touching it, the thickness of the yellow paper is still very thin.
It is used for writing, but if there is a little more ink on the brush, it is easy to pierce it accidentally.
How can such a bridge save people?
Well, this Naihe bridge is not used to save people, but to save ghosts.
“Try first to see if this broken bridge is strong enough.”
Contemporary Human Sovereign raised his hand and pointed, and the ghost who had just helped him lead the way obeyed the order and tried to step on the bridge.
Ghosts are already light, about the size of a balloon, and a gust of wind can blow them away.
Stepping on it, the yellow paper on the bridge deck collapsed slightly, but it was still able to walk steadily.
But after walking a few steps, they came to the tumbling Wangchuan River.
Under the influence of a strange force, this ghost suddenly became uncontrollable and recalled all kinds of memories during its lifetime.
Then the originally light body suddenly began to become heavy.
In life, what is the most important thing?
A pole on the shoulder? Responsibility on your back?
Perhaps carrying the memory of a lifetime is the heaviest thing on everyone.
Under the power of the Wangchuan River, the ghost’s light body became heavier than a whole piece of iron. In the end, he stepped on the broken paper bridge and fell from the Naihe bridge.
Jiang Li raised his hand at the right time and pulled the red rope tied around the ghost’s waist to pull it back, so that the ghost didn’t fall directly into the Wangchuan River.
“Sure enough, it’s not that simple.”
The contemporary emperor stared at the churning river.
But what he didn’t know was that in that big river, there were also several pairs of eyes staring at him.
After thinking for a moment, many plans flashed through my mind.
Finally, he looked again at the cauldron placed beside the Naihe Bridge.
No need to guess, it should be the place where the legendary Meng Po is used to cook and distribute Meng Po soup.
It’s just that time has passed and circumstances have changed, and things are different.
This cauldron of unknown material is still there. But Meng Po, who was behind, had already disappeared into the dust of the end of the Dharma.
According to previous legends and speculations in ancient records.
The normal process after walking Huangquan Road should be to drink Mengpo soup and then walk to Naihe Bridge.
Helplessly towards judgment and new life.
While reminiscing about his life, he forgot all the past events in his memory one by one, and threw them into the Wangchuan River.
It’s no wonder that the Wangchuan River has become so dirty.
Everyone throws their bad memories into the river. After countless years of accumulation, the water quality here can still be good. That’s really strange.
Jiang Li took out a gourd, poured out some of the liquid, and gave it to the previous brat to drink.
Let him walk on the paper bridge again.
This time, I did not step on the splashed paper bridge again.
The power of Xiang Chuanhe acts on it again, and memories of the past come one after another.
The image of that little ghost is a down and out scholar. I don’t know if he had encountered such things as the fox girl adding fragrance to her sleeves in the middle of the night before he was alive.
In short, in memory, he started to cry as he walked.
All the memories of his lifetime turned into tears, rolling down.
One drop represents the tears of its memory, piercing through the paper bridge and falling directly into the Wangchuan River below.
The yellow paper that was punctured was quickly repaired automatically, and it did not stop the latecomers from getting a way.
What Jiang Li gave him to drink was naturally the Meng Po soup that Feng Ducheng produced by himself using Bianhua and forget you grass.
Although there have been some changes in the auxiliary materials and refining methods, it is not exactly the same as the ancient genuine Mengpo soup.
But there is no problem in effect.
However, sending only one little ghost is of no help to Jiang Li.
The key is if he can pass by himself.
Then the question is, how much should the weight of the contemporary Emperor add to the memories he carries?
Anyway, it is impossible for him to walk across the paper bridge, so he has to think of other ways.
He sent a few more ghosts to experiment.
Discovered that this paper bridge, after all, is the Naihe Bridge that has not yet collapsed, and it is actually not as fragile as he imagined.
Each soul that drank Mengpo soup can actually carry a certain weight there.
Leaving this part of the load-bearing area is probably intentional.
If not, how can these ghosts bring bribes to the Yin officials behind?
With this part of the surplus, Jiang Li has room to operate.
Can use ghosts as porters to carry things over.
One or two ghosts can’t pass through, so what about hundreds or thousands? How many thousands?
Jiang Li shook the gourd in his hand, the Mengpo soup inside was enough for 100,000 ghosts.
If it is not enough, he can also directly use the Nine Phantoms spiritual energy to cultivate the Bianhua and Wangyoucao, and boil them on the spot.
Jiang Li thought, and the Huangquan Road behind him suddenly folded and contracted rapidly.
In just a few blinks, the endless yellow sand desert has disappeared.
A winding path, but forty-nine steps can reach the end.
And the burial coffin that had been waiting at the edge of this territory also appeared before his eyes.
It’s hard to say what else is needed. Jiang Li has as many things as ghosts and souls.
Following Jiang Li’s will, the giant tortoise-shelled kun opened its mouth and rested on the Netherland.
Afterwards, ghosts lined up neatly and walked out from inside.
They are very lucky, because they will be the first ghosts to cross the Wangchuan River in 200,000 years.
If Jiang Li masters the six reincarnations in the future, the appointment will also arrange a good place for them to reincarnate.
The contemporary emperor stood beside the cauldron, temporarily playing the role of Po Meng himself.
Give those ghosts queuing up a bowl of Mengpo soup for each person.
Drink Mengpo soup and forget the past.
Soon, all the ghosts were already in tears, and went on the paper bridge one after another.
Thousands of ghosts howling together, the scene is indeed a bit sensational.
And each of them is tied with a thin silk thread.
Those silk threads are not side objects, but human hairs.
After testing, a ghost that drank Mengpo soup can carry no more weight on the bridge than a single strand of hair can carry.
This weight is not too much, but it is barely enough.
Sixteen ghosts walk up the paper bridge together in a row. The ghosts at the back were close to each other, with their toes directly inserted into the soles of the ghosts in front, and the rows of ghosts walked in unison.
Perfect interpretation of what is called shoulder to shoulder.
Just like this, under the traction of each strand of hair, in the middle of this huge pile of ghosts, hangs a chain that makes itself as thin and light as possible.
Jiang Li dared not take the risk of falling into the Wangchuan River, but took the risk himself.
Then he could only feel wronged and wronged his prisoner Longsuo.
Under this crowd tactics, the Prisoner Dragon Lock slowly extended, and finally successfully reached the other side of the river bank.
It may be because of the large amount of memory tears flowing into the river, this Wangchuan River seems to have become much more violent.
Controlling the Prisoner Dragon Lock, after firmly tying several mountains on the other side of the river, Jiang Li stepped on the Prisoner Dragon Lock and started to cross the bridge.
When he stepped on the chain and reached above the river.
Sure enough, a strange force emerged, causing his body to sink suddenly.
That force made the stretched Prisoner Dragon Lock slightly press down. Let the contemporary emperor feel a heavy feeling.
Fortunately, I didn’t directly let the kid work together to drag me.
Otherwise, even if the 100,000 ghosts are equally distributed, they may not be able to withstand this force.
Stepping on the creaking prison lock, Jiang Li quickly walked to the center of the river.
It seems that he sensed his cheating.
The river below is churning more and more.
Suddenly, a huge curly wave that had never appeared before came up, immediately melting a large piece of the paper bridge below.
Some disgusting bugs in the water splashed up, landed on the Prison Dragon Lock, and quickly crawled towards Jiang Li.
He could only exhale the black dragon flame and burn it for a long time before eliminating those disgusting bugs.
Looking at the growing waves below, he could only speed up and walk towards the opposite bank.
The tumbling river below does not stop, taking advantage of the fact that Jiang Li is about to cross the river, it is impossible to act.
It only took a few strokes to completely destroy the Naihe Paper Bridge.
Between the looming, there are a few huge shadows, tumbling wantonly underwater.
There are other things hidden under the head!
As the waves get bigger and bigger, Jiang Li, who is locked in Hengjiang, is about to be involved in it.
“The power of the fairy level!”
Jiang Li was keenly aware that there was a monster deliberately casting spells in the water, and his strength had clearly reached the level of a fairy.
It seems that it really deserves to be the Nine Nether Soil.
Since the majestic spiritual root of heaven and earth can successfully survive to this day, if the conditions are met, it is not impossible to keep a few old guys at the level of fairy gods.
Jiang Li was not polite, he took out the Human Emperor’s battle halberd with his hand, and swung a slash casually, crushing the wave.
There were fierce waves coming from all directions, and they were still instantly defeated by the halberd.
Jiang Li has now gained the power of the people of the four states.
There is also Fengdu City, which is always expanding and maintaining his rule for him.
With the support of countless human Niansi, she exerts power beyond the level of ordinary immortals, and there is no need for buffering and energy accumulation time.
During the swaying, even if the river is overturned, the water will not enter.
But those things below are obviously unwilling to let it go.
For some reason, the river swelled wildly, and in an instant it was only three feet away from the chain.
Then two huge monsters with a pungent stench all stood up from the water abruptly.
One of them has eight heads, eight faces, eight legs and eight tails. Its body is covered with scales, and all eight heads have dragon horns.
The two of them are shaped like mountain apes, with long hair hanging from water, fangs bared, and a fierce appearance.
Although their bodies are full of holes drilled by bugs, their skin and flesh are festered.
But Jiang Li can still roughly recognize that these two monsters are both ancient water gods, one is Tianwu, and the other is Wuzhiqi.
These two guys seem determined to drag him into the water.
But just when they were about to pounce on them, a group of bright yellow flames suddenly ignited in the dim Mingtu.
Rising from the soles of the contemporary Emperor’s feet, it instantly enveloped his whole body.
The monstrous bloody yellow pulp, the snake biting poisonous insects, were afraid of the flame, and took the initiative to avoid it.
Even those two monsters, which were bigger than the mountains, screamed strangely and plunged back into the water.
Under the light of the fire, the river below became much clearer.
Countless water poisoning bugs fled one after another, making the river below a little more pleasing to the eye.
This fire is exactly the sacred fire of the human race, the Suirenhuo.
When the flame comes out, the evil spirits will be punished and retreated.
If they want to invade the Emperor, they must also be mentally prepared to bear the backlash of the human race’s luck.
Jiang Li pursed his lips, intending to move on, when he turned around and troubled the water god.
A face of a goddess whose tenderness surpasses water and is sickly and pitiful appears in the reflection of the river below.
“Immortal Elder! Immortal Elder Stay!”
“I was originally the Goddess of Tianhe, Ruo Shui, and I fell here after the Tianhe collapsed.”
“Receive the pain of being bitten by thousands of insects in this filthy river! I hope the fairy will save me!”
“If you can get out of this river, get rid of the filthy body. Ruoshui is willing to promise you with your body, and offer the star of Tianhe to the immortal leader!”
This export is a promise of body, which sounds very sincere.
Look at the reflection in the water again.
Ruo is that Jiang Li has already seen the peerless postures of Yunji of Yunfu and Nuwa’s descendants.
The reflection of the goddess below still made him feel flustered.
In his mind, many wonderful ideas immediately emerged.
The goddess is weak in water, so wouldn’t she be able to spring up to meet Bao?
When he came back to his senses, he immediately cursed that the bloodline of Dragon Blood was too obscene, and it actually affected his mind of a gentleman.
The other party probably took a fancy to his Flintfire, and wanted to use the power of this fire to get rid of the dirt and bugs in the Wangchuan River.
This request is not too much.
“I have a gourd here, if you can come in, I will take you away.”
With the thought of being chivalrous, Jiang Li is going to save her.
The figure of the goddess, who was indeed parasitized by many insects, obediently pulled up from the river, rushing towards the gourd hung by Jiang Li.
But at this moment, another big hand came out of the water, grabbed the weak water that was about to enter the gourd, and pulled her back into the water.
The new big hand wants to grab Jiang Li’s gourd.
After being flashed by him, he showed his figure helplessly.
Looking at the aura, it is another water god.
It was a white-haired old man, if not, his body was full of holes, maybe he really looked like a fairy.
“Wait a minute! Daxian! Don’t trust that bitch!”
“Take me away! Get me out!”
“I am He Bo who controls the world’s waters! I have the water beads! And Luoshen! I also give you my concubine Mi! She is the most beautiful goddess in the world! You won’t be disappointed!”
(end of this chapter)