Shenshan Qiuhua's eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Jiang Li...senior brother."
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Jiang Li, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. Her face turned red as usual, but soon turned pale again.
When she woke up from a coma, she still didn't understand what had happened.
"Don't move, keep your breath steady, and if you're tired, take a nap first."
Shenshan Qiuhua wanted to think, but the severe headache and exhaustion forced her to close her eyes and curl up in Jiang Li's arms.
Jiang Li held the sacred mountain autumn paintings, and the pure wood-attribute spiritual energy was continuously transmitted into her body.
If it weren't for the maintenance of his spiritual energy, Shenshan Qiuhua would have to vomit a mouthful of blood if he said a word now.
Jiang Li had dozens of healing spells and elixirs on his body before, and later he took an earth-level elixir, the Golden Dragon Pill.
With the blessing of these states, even if he is seriously injured and on the verge of death, he can still recover within ten breaths.
After a long period of research, he discovered that although he could not directly mobilize the hidden energy of these healing states.
But if he uses wood-attribute aura alone to perform healing spells, he can also bring out part of the energy.
Therefore, although Jiang Li just casually learned a basic "Feng Chun Technique", the effect he can achieve is comparable to that of a professional medical team.
The Shushan Sword Cultivator's natal flying sword was damaged, and usually half of his life could be taken away in one go.
Shenshan Qiuhua happened to have two natal flying swords. They were forcibly refined in the past few days and suffered severe damage twice. If it weren't for a special energy in his body that protected the core origin.
She might have died in that wine jar long ago.
However, this energy doesn't feel like a magic weapon to Jiang Li.
I still remember that under the Demon Tower of Wuxing Peak Town in Shushan Mountain, an old turtle discovered the peculiarity of the autumn paintings of the sacred mountain with the help of the turtle treasure.
The last time he saw each other, there were some abnormalities in Shenshan Qiuhua's body. This energy may have started to appear from then on.
Jiang Li could only feel that the power was of high quality, but he could not recognize the specific origin.
He kept healing the wounds of Shenshan Qiuhua for a moment, and pointed out a large number of wood demons with his wave of hands.
Some of the wood demons sent the helpless children home, while others went to rescue other people trapped in the jar.
The monks from the Chongshan League were also found in the broken jar.
Their injuries were not serious and they were subdued directly with absolute force.
After taking a few pills and adjusting the breath on your own, it won't be a big problem.
Then when he checked the storage bags of those people, Jiang Li found a lot of fresh-keeping boxes inside.
After opening it, it was discovered that there were thousands of heads inside.
Why on earth would these guys do this?
The heads of these mortal children are not spiritual materials and spiritual objects. At most, they are made by the following nine-rate side methods to make a few middle- and low-grade yellow-level magic weapons, which cannot even reach the upper-grade yellow level.
There is even a Yuanying in the team of these six people. This thing should be something they don't like at all.
What are they planning? Who would need such a mortal head?
After several of the Chongshan League monks who were least injured woke up from their breath control, Jiang Li also learned what happened to them.
It was Shenshan Qiuhua who had awakened his special talent and heard the cries of countless innocent children below.
They then landed on the ground to check the situation, and happened to meet the convoy led by the six people.
It's a pity that their strength is too weak to do justice. As soon as they met, they were captured and put into a wine jar.
They didn't even have time to send out a signal for help.
I have to say that the pot here needs to be backed by the sacred mountain Qiu Hua.
With the character of other old fritters, it is unlikely that they would stop and meddle in other people's business. Probably because of her status as the little princess of the Shenshan family, she had to operate in violation of regulations.
"Thank you for your hard work. Get up quickly and take a good rest after you go back. I will personally compensate for the lost magic pills."
Several monks who were kneeling on the ground to plead guilty were lifted up by the wood demon soldiers and placed beside them.
Soon after, Elder Mu and others rushed over after receiving the news.
Elder Mu thanked Jiang Li repeatedly. Without Jiang Li, this kind of thing would have become more dangerous the longer it went on, and the chance of getting it back would be lower.
Being able to find it this time was partly due to Jiang Li's wide-scale casting of the net, and partly due to luck.
Under the continuous nourishment of Jiang Li's spiritual energy, Shenshan Qiuhua's injuries finally stabilized.
But it is not so easy to make up for the damage to the soul.
Even if you make tea with Bana flowers and porridge with Forgetwort every day, it will take at least a few months of cultivation.
The matter was resolved without any danger. After roughly cleaning up the battlefield, the group took the flying boat back to the station.
But for Jiang Li, this is far from the end.
After leaving Qiu Hua on Shenshan Mountain, Jiang Li walked into the burial coffin alone.
Inside, several casual cultivators who had been dragged in before were now hanging on the tree like bacon.
Their bodies were not dead, but their souls were dragged out and fried repeatedly in a pot of oil.
Jiang Li used a technique similar to that used in the Fengdu Dungeon, so that even if the soul undergoes excessive torture, it will not dissipate easily. It can endure the pain over and over again.
The cultivation level of these guys is not low, and they can still maintain their sanity after enduring a day of torture.
Seeing Jiang Li come in, he quickly begged for mercy and shouted.
"Senior! Spare your life! Spare your life! They were the ones who ordered me! I will never dare to do it again!"
"We have parents, wives and children at home! Please give us a chance!"
"We...we have dedicated all our savings to the adults. We really don't dare to do anything anymore!"
They were struggling and shouting in the oil pan, but they still seemed to be in good spirits.
With a wave of his hand, six branches reached out and pulled out five living souls and one dead soul from the oil pan.
The six crispy souls felt like they were reborn after leaving the frying pan, and they quickly promised Jiang Li to thank him, saying that they would repay him for not killing him by working as a cow or a horse in their next life.
"Tell me, who are you working for? What are those children and heads used for?"
"Senior... we are just a few low-ranking casual cultivators. There is no one to instruct us. We... ah!"
The person who spoke was thrown into the oil pan again by Jiang Li.
"Who will try to lie to me next?"
Jiang Li thought that casual cultivators had always been guys with no moral integrity, but he didn't expect that these guys could insist on being tough even after their souls were drawn out.
"Sir, all our savings are stored at Yunlai Inn in Fengyang City."
"We really don't know anything else, please..."
Then he was also stuffed into the frying pan.
Others had just been bombed for a day, but never wanted to go back, so they quickly explained.
"Sir, we really can't say it. If we say it, we will die! All our family members and children will be killed."
Then, they all followed suit.
Jiang Li frowned. He could have used the spiritual root seeds to directly control them, but these guys were too scumbag, and Jiang Li didn't want to give them a chance to "reform."
However, with such a firm attitude, perhaps there is still something wrong with it.
Jiuyoumu probed into the soul search, trying to forcefully obtain some useful information from inside.
But the soul search had just begun when he discovered a restriction in it, and before he could react, the entire soul suddenly exploded, splattering hot oil all over the floor.
What a powerful restriction!
No wonder they beat him to death without telling him.
This restriction is very sensitive. As long as the soul is probed and changed, or if they try to tell the truth, it will explode immediately without any room for relief.
If you eat the spiritual root seeds, it will also parasitize and modify the underlying soul of the recipient. In this case, you may explode if you eat it.
That force will only recruit rogue cultivators with families and children. Each rogue cultivator can only perform one or two missions, and they will move around every few years to commit crimes, with the old leading the new and the cycle repeating.
Holding the handle that the monks could not get rid of, this kind of restriction was set up.
With such meticulous means of keeping things secret, the water here may be very deep.
If you can't get the answer directly, you can only cast your line and fish.
....
A few days later, a motorcade was driving slowly under the night.
They looked like ordinary mortal caravans, but the direction they were traveling in was gradually moving away from the gathering places of humans.
They had no intention of stopping until a lake appeared at the end of the road.
When the motorcade reached the lake, the calm water suddenly rippled slightly.
The river in front of them split in the middle, revealing a downward path.
After the convoy drove in, the lake closed again, leaving no trace on the surface.
Walking along the passage under the lake, a stone door marked with strange runes appeared in front of you.
"A, Shen, Bing, Chou, Yin, Si, Wu, Shen, You."
A Yuanying monk got out of the carriage, and a series of chaotic heavenly stems and earthly branches burst out from his mouth.
This was the agreed upon secret signal. After a moment, the stone door in front of him opened automatically.
Inside is a dark and empty crypt.
"You are late."
After the convoy enters, you can see familiar wine jars and boxes placed everywhere.
It's obviously self-evident as to what's inside.
This team is not alone, there are many other scum who are helping them commit evil.
A group of people gathered around to unload the goods, and a monk with a ledger came up to count the quantities.
"I'm sorry, Master Registrar, something happened and I was delayed."
Several casual cultivators quickly stepped forward to explain.
"The quantity brought back is still a bit small. Where are the mortal executioners you asked to bring? You can only cut a few by yourself."
"Huh? I remember there should be six of you. There is one more.
The chief clerk shook his head, obviously dissatisfied with their work.
"That's all, you couldn't seize the opportunity yourself."
"You guys, do you want to do it again next time?"
A child's head is worth five spiritual stones, and a spiritual root sprout is worth a hundred spiritual stones.
If you are a monk with good cultivation, you can also sell extra spiritual stones at a very high price based on your cultivation talent.
This price simply subverts the perception of the world of immortality.
In just any town, there can be thousands of mortal children that can be deceived.
After their trip, each of them easily earned tens of thousands of spiritual stones.
This is something they usually have to risk their lives and spend a lot of time to gain.
But now, all they need to do is to drive the carriage around in a circle, reveal their conscience and keep it secret.
The conscience of a group of casual cultivators could just sell a few hundred spiritual stones, let alone tens of thousands of spiritual stones to start with.
The chief clerk simply paid the spirit stones and cast a magic spell to change the restrictions in their minds.
After leaving here, all memories related to this place will disappear within a few days.
Only those who are preparing to do it a second time can retain some of the memories.
A few years later, I was notified again to perform the task.
The five of them left the cave under the lake and immediately dispersed on their own.
According to the rules, they are not allowed to fly within a hundred miles here, and they cannot meet in private for at least a few months after leaving.
But in the darkness, several black or white fox demons followed them quietly.
Shrouded in a brilliant illusion, they lost their way unconsciously, and finally met again in a jungle dozens of miles away.
They didn't even see each other and bumped into a coffin one after another.
Jiang Li couldn't directly break through the restriction, but he could modify the memories of these five people outside the restriction.
After all the torture caused their spirits to collapse, he used Qin Shuman's Shushan Illusion Record and the Tushan Fox Demon's illusion talent to erase the memories of these five people after they met him.
Only the Nascent Soul level leader was in some trouble.
However, taking out the finger bones of the nine-tailed fox demon Daji, he could easily break through the opponent's will.
I used illusions to weave some reasonable experiences for them, and then asked these people to go deliver the goods with the original "goods" and some of Jiang Li's puppets.
Then after leaving the delivery location, the fox demon controlled them and threw themselves into a trap.
As long as they fail to discover the trick of the puppet, it is equivalent to bringing a locator.
Jiang Li wanted to see what these guys wanted to do.
....
Organ city, front line.
Once again, we were hit by the tide of sea beasts.
The densely packed fins are packed tightly in the turbid water.
The countless traps and traps in the trap city were strangled together with flesh and blood, dyeing a large area red.
With the Qianji Spirit Ball as the core, the entire city can exert several times its previous power.
The Dawanghai driftwood forests scattered around the city have also played a huge role in fending off tens of thousands of sea beasts.
Coupled with the fact that Dachong Mountain has half the actual top combat power, the Chongshan Alliance can barely withstand it.
Jiang Li, standing at the top of the city, spread out a massive amount of spiritual energy to restore the scope of the Nine Nether Tree Realm.
He also uses the Guanyin Heart Sutra to detect the armor-faced human-eating monster hidden in the beast tide. Once discovered, the incarnation monk standing next to him will strike to kill it with thunder.
"This attack by the armor-faced ladyboy always feels a bit deliberate."
Jiang Li raised his hand, and a smooth branch slowly grew on his wrist.
The branch pointed backward at first, but now it is moving forward at a slow speed.