Instead, he released a ghost soldier from his hand, which possessed the body of the attacker on the ground.

The attacker immediately twisted his body a few times and stood up, grabbed the Fiery Mushroom Arrow that Jiang Li had just collected, and ran towards the cavalry team while drawing his bow and shooting.

Jiang Li, on the other hand, controlled his clone and walked back to the fire. He smeared some black ash on his body and pretended to be at a loss.

Over there, the fire mushrooms exploded in front of the Grace Patrol, but the only effect was to scare a few horses without hurting anyone.

Then one person in the team abandoned his mount and rushed towards the attacker, his speed even faster than his original mount.

More arrows fell, but before they hit the ground, they were intercepted by the sword lights emitted by the man's sword.

In the Kyushu continent, the Exploding Mushroom is basically only used by low-level casual cultivators, and its power is indeed limited.

Soon, the patrol guard had already rushed forward, holding up his sword high with a layer of spiritual light attached to it, and directly split the attacker in half from head to butt.

Jiang Li, hiding behind the flames, shook his head with a helpless expression. The situation of the human race on this continent was really bad.

The spiritual energy cultivation of that Grace House patrol team is probably only at the foundation-building level.

The mounts they had just ridden were mortal, the weapons they had were mortal weapons, and even the sword skills the patrol guard had just used were mortal martial arts.

It seems that even if he has surrendered to the Armored Demon and become a traitor, a ghoul is still a ghoul and cannot truly master power.

These guards can rely on spiritual energy to maintain a dominant level of combat effectiveness in the House of Grace, but in front of the armor-faced ogre, they are still as powerless as babies.

As it stands now, the human race on this continent has no reliable source of power at all.

There is no chance of hoping that the human race on this continent will wake up and save themselves.

What Jiang Li was more concerned about was that the patrolman said before taking action: "He is a guy who is not good at doing anything but always makes trouble."

It was as if he already knew what the attacker was going to do.

At this time, other patrol teams had also arrived beside Jiang Li.

"You must be the new teacher Tang Yan. Please get on the horse and we will take you to a safe place."

Just when Jiang Li was ready to fight them.

The guard leading the team brought a horse to Jiang Li, and his behavior was quite respectful.

It seems that the other party is not willing to kill him openly.

Without saying much, Jiang Li mounted his horse and followed them towards the building complex at the end of their sight.

Grace Homes is a large, well-planned farm community.

What you see here are rows and rows of orphanages, all with exactly the same architectural style, looking like copies.

Even if you have lived here all your life, if you go out without looking at the house number, you will not be able to find your way home.

The presence of a large number of children makes this community a noisy environment all year round, which causes Jiang Li to feel a lot of pressure.

Jiang Li narrowed his eyes and sensed carefully. The ratio of adults to children here was exaggerated to about one to thirty.

Except for a few special occupations such as patrol guards, the vast majority of adults here are engaged in educating and raising children.

The majority of adults are women, and almost all of them have either just given birth or are pregnant.

Being pregnant and raising so many children is a daunting task.

Once the women here lose their fertility, they will be immediately selected and shipped to the dining table.

No matter how well they concealed it, most humans inside didn't even know the existence of the armored ogre. But a farm is still a farm after all, and everything is based on quality and output.

After passing through one orphanage after another, Jiang Li was finally sent to the newly opened college.

Inside, there were a lot of female teachers and female students, making him feel as if he had entered a strange film set.

All he had to do was play games with them.

After a boring day of teaching, Jiang Li also got a book on the spiritual training method that everyone on this farm knows.

Throwing the castrated martial arts technique aside, Jiang Li looked out the window thoughtfully.

This farm community has all kinds of facilities except a cemetery.

After all, no farm would raise livestock until they die of old age. Naturally, there is no point in a cemetery existing.

But this made the situation a little awkward for Jiang Li.

You must know that before the sword cultivator's clone left Cangyun Continent for an expedition, Jiang Like had not yet broken through Fengdu City and controlled the Ghost Gate.

Therefore, they did not carry the token to summon the Gate of Hell.

As for the experiments in the Asura world, they have always been conducted through remote communication between two parallel consciousnesses.

It would be a bit troublesome to connect directly to the Fengdu base.

Without a sufficiently concentrated Yin energy environment, it would be impossible to even open the illusion of the underworld.

Do I have to build a cemetery myself? . . .

Half a month later, Jiang Li's real body opened his eyes.

His will has been withdrawn from the clone.

During the past half month, his life on the Heniuzhou farm can be described as having everything provided for him. As long as he wanted, different women would come to his bed every day.

If it were someone else, it would be easy for them to sink into such an environment and live a life of drunkenness and debauchery.

But Jiang Li, who understood the truth, only felt sad and tormented.

On the one hand, there is the humiliation of being kept in captivity.

Even the most delicious food will become tasteless when you know it is feed.

On the other hand, there is responsibility.

The more inheritances of the Human Emperor he obtained, the heavier his sense of responsibility towards the human race became.

Watching fellow human beings being treated in captivity like this, even in the last secluded place of the ancestor of the human emperor.

This made him, as a descendant, even more angry.

The human race has suffered a lot from ancient times to the present, but this is no reason for them to swallow their anger.

It won't be long before he, Jiang, will completely overturn that damn continent.

"It won't be much longer!"

Jiang Li let out a breath, temporarily suppressing some thoughts, and looked down.

He had already sensed that the spirit stones in his sea of ​​​​qi were churning endlessly, as if they were feeling excited.

After falling for a long time, he finally saw another piece of the underworld.

He slid along the chain to the bottom and stepped lightly on the stone that fixed the cage lock.

First he grabbed the soul-gathering bell. The spiritual energy surged in Jiang Li's hands, and he cleared out the strange energy that had been eroding in bit by bit.

After half a month, the Taoist Primordial Spirit of Zhaixing was much weaker than before. It seemed that something was constantly consuming his strength.

The Taoist who picked the stars didn't even know what he had encountered.

After thanking Jiang Li with lingering fear, he returned along the Dragon Imprisonment Chain, leaving Jiang Li alone here.

The first test he faced was a strange mental erosion.

After just doing a few movements, he felt tired and dull, just like the Taoist Star-Picking before, and his mind was drowsy.

He keenly noticed that the boundary of his spiritual world suddenly fluctuated slightly.

It seemed as if something had penetrated the border and ran in, but no matter how he checked, he could not see anything unusual.

It is very abnormal that even though the area is within a person's core spiritual consciousness, no trace of invasion by other forces can be found.

Ah! Before Jiang Li could do anything else, another scream was heard.

The charcoal-black ghost hiding under the stone had not left after half a month and suddenly spewed out a thick black mist towards Jiang Li.

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Jiang Li could have easily avoided the black fog at this speed, but at this moment, he seemed to be stupid, standing there blankly without moving at all.

A strange black fog was approaching, and the heir of the emperor, the leader of the Chongshan Alliance, was knocked down by the black fog. He fell headfirst from the rock, his head hitting the ground, motionless.

The charcoal-like ghost slowly crawled out from under the rock.

In addition to the big charcoal ghost, there were dozens of small charcoal ghosts following behind him.

There were so many things hidden under a stone, and Jiang Li didn't even notice them when they were right in front of him.

They crawled to Jiang Li's side, and with their completely empty eyes, they captured the rich vitality of Jiang Li.

The vibrant smell made the ghost so excited that it shivered and the black powder on its body fell off.

The big ghost climbed onto Jiang Li, and used its charcoal-black hands to pry open his eyelids, wanting to take off his eyes and put them in its own hole.

This is a hollow ghost unique to Beiyin Mountain. It is silent, invisible, and almost impossible to detect with any other means except direct observation.

They are extremely greedy, vicious and often steal the organs of travelers while they sleep and stuff them into their own bodies.

It is said that the Marshal Tianpeng who was banished to the mortal world once had his nose and a pair of pig ears stolen, and it took him a lot of effort to get them back.

But under the stretched eyelids, those eyes were not dim, but instead were filled with the excitement of success.

"What a scary hollow ghost."

A ball of spiritual energy on Jiang Li's palm transformed into Nine Nether Roots, which instantly wrapped around the big charcoal ghost.

Then, like a tide, it enveloped the other small charcoal ghosts.

However, even with his casting speed, he only captured a few of them. The other little charcoal ghosts immediately turned into bursts of black mist and dissipated, blending into the surrounding environment and could no longer be found.

Jiang Li looked at those who had escaped with some regret.

Then he picked up the ghosts in his hands and placed them in front of his eyes, as if he had seen some delicious food. He even couldn't help swallowing his saliva twice.

Jiang Li licked his lips, then grabbed a little ghost, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it into his stomach with a roll of his throat.

"Oh, what a stimulating taste!"

Jiang Li's whole body was suddenly filled with the Nine Ghosts' Qi, and his cultivation level increased dramatically.

In the inherited memory of Jiuyoumu, the characteristic of this hollow ghost is that it is delicious but difficult to catch.

The best way to catch them is to use bait.

Living human bait works best. If that isn't possible, using corpses or other common ghosts will work.

Jiang Li didn't expect to see such a good thing as soon as he arrived at this piece of underworld fragment.

That's why he fell down after being sprayed just now.

He smacked his lips. As expected, for him who practiced the Nine Netherworld Taoist Scripture, the taste of this hollow ghost was also very good.

Jiang Li had already had some guesses, and now that he was here, he was even more certain.

In ancient times, even in the Beiyin Mountain, which was known as the forbidden zone for living creatures, the Nine Nether Wood, the spiritual root of heaven and earth, was a dominant existence.

Every evil spirit in the mountain is basically on the Nine Netherwood's menu, and each has its own magical use.

Although Beiyin Mountain is dangerous for him who is practicing Jiuyou Taoist Scripture, it has more benefits.

For example, the Hollow Ghost, a terrifying ghost that can be fatal to ordinary people if one is not careful, is also a rare delicacy to him.

And the benefits are not as simple as increasing cultivation and strengthening spiritual energy. Jiang Li sensed it for a moment, spread out his palms and released a ball of Nine Ghost Spirits in his palms.

The color of the Nine Ghosts' aura at this time became deeper and more solid, and as his mind moved, the Nine Ghosts Rhinoceros immediately turned into a small ball of black mist that rotated in his palm.

This fog is called the Sorrowful Mist, and it is exactly the same as the black fog covering the Beiyin Mountain.

It can corrupt people's hearts, destroy their wills, and cause the most determined people to fall.

It is one of the derived abilities of the nine ghost spirits in the Jiuyou Taoist Scripture.

However, due to the lack of necessary conditions for practice, neither he nor his two Jiuyou clones have ever had the opportunity to master it.

Now, by chance, he finally succeeded in practicing it.

But now, only a small part of the spiritual energy can be transformed into the Heart-Slaying Mist. Compared with the huge total amount of spiritual energy in his body, it is really insignificant.

Jiang Li stuffed the remaining few hollow ghosts into his mouth, but he still felt a little unsatisfied.

If he could catch a few hundred and eat them, he could create a horrific, murderous fog all by himself.

However, this kind of ghost, just like in the inherited memory, is too difficult to find and catch because of its hollow, silent and invisible body. Whether you can encounter it depends entirely on luck.

After getting rid of these hollow ghosts, Jiang Li looked at the stone pillar tied with iron chains again. A smile appeared on his face again.

This place has not been explored by anyone, that's the good thing.

Just take a few steps and you will find treasures everywhere.

In Jiang Li's sea of ​​consciousness, the statue's clone that was temporarily pulled over was sleeping soundly.

On top of the parallel consciousness, countless dreams appear and disappear, and the scenes in them are full of sadness, decay, fear, and the sufferings of life from which one cannot extricate oneself.

Under the influence of some special power, he was having all kinds of nightmares. The Taoist who picked the stars before was also affected by this and almost fell into eternal damnation.

With the help of the statue's clone to ward off disaster, Jiang Li's consciousness regained consciousness and he was now carefully stuffing seeds into the ground.

As if it had discovered that what he was doing was a little strange, the stone that was tied to it began to tremble slightly for some unknown reason.

Jiang Li chuckled and cast a spell. Immediately, eighteen wooden dragons emerged from the ground and surrounded the stone in the middle.

"It's too late to run now!"

(End of this chapter)