The conditions proposed by Jiang Li made the remaining thirty-three independent cultivators present look very unhappy.

They asked for the Xuan-level magic weapons right away. If they handed over the only one or two magic weapons they had, their combat effectiveness would be reduced by at least half.

If they are unwilling to give, or cannot give, they must hand over their storage bags to Jiang Li.

Although the storage bag could not be opened in this illusion, what was contained in it was their savings over the years, and no one wanted to be emptied out in such a short time.

The third option was obviously not a good way either. The black pill was definitely a poison used to coerce them. If they took it, who knows what they would be threatened to do.

In fact, the so-called poison pill is nothing more than a spiritual root seed wrapped in a layer of red peony bark. It is non-toxic and harmless.

"Humph, don't be so cruel to take advantage of someone's misfortune! I won't agree to it!"

"Brothers, don't believe him. Maybe that idiot just now was useless and fell to the ground after drinking one bowl. He was able to drink three bowls in a row. This wine shouldn't be that poisonous!"

The cultivator who just wanted to get something for free from Jiang Li was a typical person who only cared about money but not his life, and even less about his shame.

He picked up the wine bowl, gritted his teeth, and poured the soul-stirring wine into his mouth.

But it turned out that he was even worse than the previous "fool".

The guy who drank before Jiang Li at least staggered a few times, but as soon as he drank, he fainted.

The wine and the soul flowed out of the seven orifices, and even gods could not save him.

"Everyone, you better think it over quickly. I'll be here for only a quarter of an hour. There are only 20 spots available. No one will be accepted after the time is up."

The fall of another monk made them feel extremely heavy.

Jiang Li's words added to their anxiety.

Now the situation was very clear. Drinking the soul-shaking wine would mean death. If they didn't drink it, the warden would not let them go. Only if Jiang Li drank it on their behalf could they be saved.

Although the price is high, it is life-threatening money after all. If we let them think about it slowly, they probably won't be able to make up their mind even after a whole day.

But now the number of places is limited and there is competition, so the situation is different.

"Brother, this is my storage bag. Please keep it. I'll be thankful for the bowl of wine."

Immediately, a monk handed over his storage bag. It seemed that there were not many belongings in his storage bag.

And if he gave away the magic weapon in his hand, the journey would be even more dangerous, so he made a decision quickly.

The other monks, seeing that there was only one less spot available, also became anxious.

"Friends, friends, and mine, mine!"

"Big brother, this Xuan-level sword has been with me for more than fifty years. You must treat it well in the future."

"Brother, can I ask what your medicine is called?"

More and more monks rushed to hand their gifts of thanks to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li counted out the first twenty people who handed over their weapons one by one, and then he really ignored the monks who came after him.

To be honest, Jiang doesn't think highly of the magic weapons and storage bags of a group of casual cultivators.

Jiang Li ignored them and looked at the nine bowls of soul-shaking wine left on the table.

Pick up the bowl and drink it directly.

After a moment, the sword cultivator's clone's aura fluctuated, and he was really able to rise to the solid pill level.

This kind of spiritual wine is unexpectedly wonderful. If a warden's personal collection can have such an effect, there may really be a legendary elixir in this underground palace.

The sword cultivator's clone did not stop at all, and drank all the remaining eight bowls of soul-shaking wine on the table in one gulp, just like a dragon king sucking water.

The evil face of the evil spirit could not cause any waves in front of Guideng Lengyan, but the strong smell of alcohol made the sword cultivator's clone who practiced the wine, fire and sword song blush.

After drinking the rest of the wine, his cultivation level was close to the Golden Core. If he continued like this, his clone might be able to break through two levels in one day.

"Master Warden E Lai, this wine is truly the finest I have ever seen. There are still eleven bowls left. Please fill them up. I can still handle it."

Jiang Li's face turned red, but the person opposite him had an even uglier expression on his face. It was the warden.

Seeing Jiang Li drink nine bowls of soul-shaking wine in a row, his heart was bleeding.

But in fact, although he is indeed the warden of Fengdu Dungeon, he can do a lot of things with the help of this ancient building.

But the rule of drinking the Soul-Dropping Wine on behalf of others does exist. Since Jiang Li has already drunk the Soul-Dropping Wine, he is already free, and he has no legitimate reason to attack Jiang Li.

Because if he did something that went against his duty, it was very likely that evil consequences would appear in his heart, and he would never be able to drink the soul-shaking wine again.

If I can never drink this soul-stirring wine again, I might as well kill him.

"No, no, no, it's gone. If you keep drinking like this, I'll be out of wine!"

"There are eleven people left, right? Your sentences have expired, so just get out. I don't need you to drink anymore."

The warden retreated with the jar of wine in his arms, and asked the rest of the people to leave immediately, rather than pouring more wine for Jiang Li.

But after several attempts, Jiang Li realized that the other party could not do whatever he wanted in this prison and was bound by very strict rules. This gave him some room for bargaining.

"Mr. Warden, please do not break the rules because of me. What is right is right. I can still handle it."

Jiang Li said shamelessly. The people around him were all speechless. You drank so much that you just broke through a realm. Doesn't anyone know what you are thinking?

"No, please leave now."

"No, I want to drink."

Jiang Li actually started arguing with the warden here, and for a moment, no one could convince the other.

Until the end, Jiang Li made a compromise.

"How about this, Master Warden? I really like this drink. I have a small wine gourd here. You can just fill it with two bowls of soul-shaking wine. It will be good for me to smell it from time to time after leaving the dungeon."

Jiang Li finally put forward this condition.

In this regard, the evil warden had no choice but to grit his teeth and agree.

Jiang Li wanted this gourd of soul-shaking wine because it was naturally prepared for his own body.

This soul-shaking wine is just a one-time consumable for the clone, but its effect can be enhanced countless times on the original body.

The wine, fire, sword and song were fine, but the fact that this wine could enhance the Guanyin Heart Sutra really made him excited.

Taking the wine jug and hanging it around his waist, Jiang Li and twenty-two people including Lao Gui walked out of the Fengdu dungeon with confidence.

There were only a dozen monks left with despair on their faces.

They wailed and asked Jiang Li to take them away as well.

But this angered the jailer E Lai, and with a wave of his hand, several teams of black shadows appeared and pressed all the remaining monks to the ground.

"Wait, fellow Taoist! Big Brother! I'll give you my magic weapon and storage bag, just be kind and drink another bowl!"

Facing death, they anxiously shouted out their entire fortune, but Jiang Li did not waver at all. He walked out of the bronze gate with Lao Gui and the other twenty people.

Among these twenty people, three of them gave away Xuan-level magic weapons, ten handed over their storage bags, and seven took Jiang Li's spiritual root seeds with the idea of ​​trying their luck.

They were very conflicted at first, but the desperate screams of the monks who didn't get a spot made them feel fortunate.

If they were a step slower, they might be the ones being pinned to the ground.

People always need comparison to feel the gap.

After passing this level, it’s time to harvest treasures.

After stepping out of the bronze gate of the dungeon, an ancient palace building instantly attracted everyone's attention.

At this moment, there was a violent tremor from above. Obviously, after successfully luring the tiger away from the mountain, those big forces also began to violently attack the Fengdu Underground Palace.

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Ghost King Wasteland, Jiang Li's real body finally arrived here after galloping all the way.

In the underground palace, everything was relatively calm.

The city of Fengdu was in a state of chaos.

In the plains on the other side of the underworld fantasy, the brains had already been beaten out.

Countless powerful ghosts, tempted by the aura of the Nine Yang Boy and the Nine Yin Girl, were biting and fighting madly.

It was truly like the sky was falling apart and the earth was splitting apart, and the sun and moon were dim.

The protagonists of the scene are a boy and a girl who are tied to stone pillars.

They have young and handsome faces, and there are not many signs of practicing martial arts on their bodies, but it can be clearly seen that they have the cultivation level of the peak of Qi Refining.

This is because they have special physiques and great talents. Even without any practice, spiritual energy will spontaneously enter their bodies.

However, such a genius was not sought after as a disciple by anyone, but was instead brought here as bait. Given the current situation, I'm afraid there is no hope for him to leave here.

When Jiang Li came in from the entrance of the illusion, he was also shocked. The scene of the sky being violently torn into huge cracks was really scary.

Then he was blown away for dozens of miles by the overwhelming ghost energy.

Fortunately, he had a layer of inner armor transformed from the Nine Netherworld clone attached to his body, otherwise the aftermath would have seriously injured him.

Do you still remember the Mo Men Yuanying who launched a sneak attack in Qianluo City and was eventually beaten into the Burial Yin Coffin and defeated by Jiang Li?

After all, he is a Nascent Soul cultivator. How could Jiang Li forget him?

After some tidying up in the coffin space, the spiritual root seeds of the Jiuyou branch were planted in his body.

After this period of rooting and growth, the Nine Nether clone finally obtained all his cultivation and reached the Nascent Soul stage! After wearing the Nine Nether clone, Jiang Li's peak combat power finally broke through, which was also the reason why he dared to come here alone.

Taking advantage of the momentum of the aftermath, Jiang Li took the initiative to move away from the battlefield.

It was a huge melee involving more than a dozen ghost kings. Even if he put on ten layers of Nine Netherworld clones, he was powerless to get involved among them.

You are lucky enough to escape from the aftermath.

As for the young man and girl tied to the stone pillar, he just glanced at them from a distance and ignored them.

The water here is too deep, and Jiang cannot wade through it.

Close to the ground and away from the center of the battlefield, Jiang Li spread the Nine Ghosts' aura throughout his body. After covering up most of the aura, he rushed towards the direction of Fengdu Ghost City.

While flying, he also tried the burial coffin in his hand, and the result made him overjoyed.

An earth-grade magic weapon is an earth-grade magic weapon. It can be opened normally in this solid earth illusion. This is much more convenient.

Even those big forces can only use horse-drawn carriages to transport supplies when entering here.

But if he could find any treasure, he could just stuff it all into the coffin and take it away. If he was lucky enough, he might be able to get a big bargain this time.

On the way to Fengdu, Jiang Li unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance.

"Alliance Leader Jiang? Why are you here? Are you alone?"

The person who bumped into Jiang Li head-on was none other than the casual cultivator Zhao Tiangang, whom Jiang Li had met twice before.

The first time we met was at the Wanyang Tower aerial auction, and the second time we met was at the gathering place for mortals affiliated with Momen, both of which were places for fun.

He was not a member of the Mo Sect, and he only went to help in order to repay the Mo Sect's kindness. After the matter was resolved, he naturally left on his own.

Now, they met again in this dangerous underworld. Firstly, it was indeed a coincidence, and secondly, it was probably the nature of independent cultivators. For major events like this, they would always come over to see if there was any chance to get something for nothing.

"Brother Zhao, nice to meet you again. I'm just joining in the fun."

"However, Fengdu City should still be ahead. Are you leaving now?"

Jiang Li also greeted him, but seeing that he and his companions were flying in the opposite direction to him, he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Hehe, yes. The storage magic weapon cannot be opened in this damn place. Luckily, I got a little reward. Now it's time to leave."

Zhao Tiangang patted the bulging packages on his body, obviously he had a good harvest.

For most independent cultivators, their biggest goal is to take advantage of the chaos in Fengdu City to grab a lot of goods at the ghost market in the city and then leave.

The goods there are complete and valuable. If you are lucky, you can really grab some pretty good elixirs and magic weapons.

The chaos in Fengdu City should have just begun. They were rational enough to stop and retreat in time.

"I see. However, the exit of the illusion is very dangerous now. It is best not to go out from there. You may want to find a safe place and wait for a while. It may be safer to wait until the illusion collapses on its own and then return to the Ghost King Wasteland."

Jiang Li shared with them the horrific scene he saw when he came here before.

If an ordinary monk gets close to that place, the only thing to be thankful for is that he will die there very quickly without too much pain.

Zhao Tiangang was also stunned when he heard this, and thanked Jiang Li repeatedly. With their cultivation level, if they did not enter the battlefield of the ghost kings, they might not even know how they died.

When Jiang Li was about to separate from them and move on, Zhao Tiangang returned the favor and told Jiang Li a piece of news.

"Alliance Leader Jiang, wait a minute. Fengdu City is also very dangerous right now."

"There are major forces controlling it, and the struggles and scrambles between independent cultivators are also very fierce, with battles happening everywhere."

"If Alliance Leader Jiang trusts me, there is actually a hidden Muxue ruins outside Fengdu City. Not many people know about it, so it is relatively safer."

"To be honest, all our gains were obtained from that tomb."

Zhao Tiangang and his companions had already gained enough and were ready to leave, so they didn't mind telling Jiang Li the news. He rummaged through the package on his chest and pulled out a fluffy white tail.

(End of this chapter)