The growth of cultivation stopped, and Li Shaoyang felt the surging spiritual power in his body and laughed to the sky with excitement.

After laughing, he said to himself: "Master, if you have this immortal sect system, why don't you worry about not being able to make the Dung Earth Sect the strongest sect? Not to mention the only nine types of immortal sects, even a type of immortal sect is just around the corner."

Speaking of this, I paused slightly, raised my head and looked into the distance opposite the snow-capped mountain.

There was clouds and mist, and there were vaguely giant statues standing tall.

"Vajra Sect, aren't you known as the most powerful immortal cultivation sect here? You are just strong in body. Over the years, you have always ridiculed me and insulted me, and after I got sick, the news spread to everyone. Now, I, Li Shaoyang, have come back, and I really want to know what kind of expression you will look like when you see me who is resurrected from the dead." Li Shaoyang sneered.

Retracted his gaze, picked up the ragged talisman paper and studied it.

After a while, I finally realized that this talisman paper was not something, but a spiritual treasure that instantly strengthened the physical body of an immortal cultivator.

In other words, Li Shaoyang is currently in the middle stage of foundation building. As long as he urges this talisman paper to urge it to urge it to the body, the strength of his body can be instantly increased to the level equivalent to the late stage of foundation building. Unfortunately, this talisman paper is worn out and the number of times he uses is displayed once.

Without thinking too much, Li Shaoyang put the talisman paper into the spiritual ring, raised his head and looked at the top of Wangxue Mountain, moved his body and rushed towards the top of the mountain. He let out a long roar: "Master, I'm back!"

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