A monk bandit took a few steps closer and entered the charge field in the basin, causing static electricity and causing his hair to bulge and stand on end.

The coercion of the thunder tribulation still lingered on this land, causing all the hairs on his body to stand up. His whole body was repelling the approach to this place.

"Idiot, can a treasure be born in your pigsty? It's normal for this place to be weird."

Several rogue sand pirates jumped into it and approached the place where the glow emerged.

With the height of the glow, they are definitely not the only ones to discover it. If it had been a little later, there was no telling whether the treasure would be available to him.

"This is it. The treasure must be under the big tree stump. Get him out of the way!"

Several sand thieves used magic weapons one after another and smashed them against the locust tree pile.

However, with their methods, there was no chance that they could harm the remains of the Thousand-Year Demon King, even if they were carbonized.

"Damn, what is this? It's just a piece of rotten wood. How can it be so hard?"

"Wait, something is coming out, haha, my treasure!"

At this moment, a coffin emerged from the charred locust tree stump.

Jiang Li opened the coffin lid and walked out from inside while leaning on his back.

This foundation building lasted for seven days, but it cost him a lot of energy. Fortunately, all the hard work paid off.

The power Jiang Li currently possesses in his body will definitely shock everyone.

And that extremely solid peerless Taoist foundation is enough for him to walk on a smooth and broad road to immortality in the future!

Um?

It was just that Jiang Li had just come out of seclusion when he found a middle-aged monk with a wretched appearance and a haggard appearance, drooling right in front of him, or in other words, the burial coffin behind him.

"Boy! Hand over the treasure quickly! Otherwise...drink~drink~"

The Sand Bandit, a casual cultivator in the Void Core Realm of the Core Formation Stage, had just said half a harsh word, but the rest of his voice was stuck in his neck.

Because an iron-like right hand tightly grabbed his throat.

"Otherwise what? If you scare me like this, I will be nervous."

Jiang Li pinched the opponent's neck with one hand, but the dignified Void Core monk couldn't even walk in his hands.

When his neck was strangled, no matter how much he struggled or resisted, his right hand did not loosen at all, but instead tightened tighter and tighter.

After seven days of foundation building, Jiang Li was completely transformed. At this time, his height was no longer that of a child, standing at 1.85 meters.

His figure is no longer as burly and strong as it once was. After the Dao base was complementary and balanced, his body shape has also returned to being well-proportioned and slender.

But his power has not disappeared. Instead, he has seemingly endless brute force, dormant within this Tao body.

On that well-proportioned right arm, from the wrist to the right shoulder, lines like dragon scales are climbing.

This is the body vein foundation and the blood pattern of the beasts that he condensed when he took the risk to use the blood of the beasts from the Demon Suppressing Tower when building the foundation!
Chapter completed!