my simulation longevity

Chapter 363
"What? The Jiaxu stronghold has run out of supplies, life and death are on the line, and reinforcements are urgently needed?"

"How could this be? Didn't Leng Yingyi just take a batch of supplies back?!"

"It's a bunch of bastards to actually let you, a mage, take risks in person!"

"There is a Newborn Miyu blocking the way? No wonder..."

"It's also good luck for you to be able to escape from such a maze."

"Hey, it's a pity. The speed is a bit slower, and there is not much life left."

……

Amidst the constant exclamation of the green-shirted monk named Hao Hui, Li Fan roughly told him about his experiences along the way.

Except for the concealment of some details that may be related to the heavenly doctor in the Chaotic Stone Lost Domain, the rest are all without embellishment and seeking truth from facts.

Knowing what Li Fan had done, he looked at the gray-haired monk in front of him, who was exhausted, but with an extremely calm expression.

A trace of respect flashed in Hao Hui's eyes.

Such a high-yielding monk, even in the entire Ten Thousand Immortals League, is extremely rare.

With a serious expression on his face, he said softly: "Fellow Daoist, rest assured, I will immediately send someone to the stronghold of Jiaxu, and I will definitely live up to the heart of Fellow Daoist to desperately ask for help."

Li Fan coughed lightly and nodded slightly.

Everything that should be done has been done, and it is obvious that the condition of this body really cannot stand the toss.

To be able to act normally, you need to take good care of yourself.

Hao Hui stepped back and closed the door behind him.

At the same time, Li Fan felt that the shadow in the corner of the room also disappeared together.

"There are still 57 years left in this life. Although I can take some life-prolonging treasures, my current situation is somewhat similar to that of Jicheng Immortal Venerable. Both of them are coming to the end of their lives. The effect of prolonging life may not be as good as imagined. .”

"Even if I don't have a good life for a long time, it may not be impossible to achieve the goal I planned."

……

Just when Li Fan closed his eyes and meditated.

At the forefront of the Immortal City of Broken Palm, there is a hidden place facing the abyss.

Countless magic sounds gushed out from the abyss of nothingness not far away, and passed through a gap, without any hindrance, continuously instilled into this space.

It seems that the unspeakable voice from the deepest level of purgatory is constantly echoing and raging here.

That powerful and pure magic sound seems to affect even the spatial structure.

A pair of distorted and terrifying faces are constantly forming here.

But before these inexplicable faces, there was a person sitting upright.

He couldn't see his face clearly, but his figure was strangely like an undulating river, constantly flashing.

The magic voice, which was so distasteful for ordinary monks, seemed to have no effect on him at all.

And those distorted faces formed by the vibration of the magic sound, after approaching him, seemed to be captured directly, and directly merged into his body.

The figure swayed and undulated, and the face disappeared.

But he remained extremely calm.

Suddenly, he waved his hand.

A bluestone door rose up, blocking the gap in the space here.

The magic sound suddenly faded.

The light dimmed suddenly, and all the remaining faces of the magic voice disappeared in an instant.

His body swayed even more violently.

"Young Master."

A black shadow appeared beside him, turning into a black-robed monk.

Tell him what you just saw.

After a moment.

"Is this serious?" Shang Shaojun's tone was a little suspicious.

"According to the observations of his subordinates, then Li Fan is not lying. Moreover, his lifespan is indeed almost swallowed up by the white mist."

"I'm afraid that if it's a little slower that day, it's two things to say whether you can live or not."

"I confirmed it with Ji Hongdao before I came. There is no problem with Li Fan's identity."

"On the path to the Jiaxu stronghold, there are indeed traces of the appearance of the Xinsheng Miyu."

"However, it has retreated back into the depths of the white mist now, so it should be just an accident."

The black-robed monk replied.

Shang Shaojun fell silent for a while when he heard the words.

"Such a touching story, of course, the more people know about it, the better."

"Especially now that people's hearts are fluctuating, there must be a sharp contrast to make them feel ashamed."

"You go and do it."

After a while, Shang Shaojun spoke slowly.

The black-robed monk nodded.

Just as he was about to leave, he glanced at Shang Shaojun again, hesitant to speak.

"Ok?"

The black-robed monk paused, and asked: "Yan Huan has been hanging in the center of the fairy base and whipped continuously for eleven days."

"When can we let him down?"

"It is estimated that if this continues, that kid will not be able to hold on."

"Although it's acting, the [Magic Sound Whip] is definitely real."

The black-robed monk said cautiously, for fear of offending the person in front of him.

But Shang Shaojun didn't blame him: "Originally, he was asked to release rumors on purpose to rectify the atmosphere in Xianlei."

"With such a good publicity target now, his role is dispensable."

"Let him go tomorrow."

"Send [Soul Replenishment Pill] over there, let him have a good rest."

The black-robed monk showed joy and said, "Thank you, Young Master."

Then quietly disappeared into the secret room.

To Shang Shaojun, the conversation just now seemed to be just an insignificant episode.

As the bluestone door fell again, the raging magic sound poured in again.

His body became swaying and swimming again.

……

Under Shang Shaojun's help, within half a day, the story of Li Fan desperately begging for help spread throughout the Eternal Immortal Base.

There are those who don't believe it, and there are those who are deeply moved.

And along with He Chen and other monks who were trapped on the Jiaxu, they were brought back for investigation.

The authenticity of the incident has also been confirmed.

Although there are still a small number of monks who stubbornly believe that all this is a self-directed and self-acted play.

But most of them choose to believe.

While lamenting and admiring Li Fan Gaoyi, everyone couldn't help feeling sorry that he only had a few decades of life left.

As for Li Fan himself, after receiving wave after wave of people who came to visit him, he finally ushered in a rare quiet time.

"After some recuperation, I can barely adapt to this aging body."

"Although it can be transformed into a youthful appearance, it is obviously not as attractive as the current appearance."

The first time to practice Dao Xin ended perfectly, and the growth of the soul made Li Fan taste the marrow.

Therefore, Li Fan is going to start the second counter training plan.

"Tianxuan Suoling Dabi, my original intention is to perfunctory the past, just put on a show."

"And now, I'm going to do the opposite."

"Put all of my limited remaining life into the construction of the formation."

"For the popularization of Tianxuan Suoling, completely burn every part of my strength."

"Until you die."

Just thinking about it, Li Fan felt goosebumps all over his body.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Li Fan put on a determined face.

With slow but firm steps, he walked out of the room.

(End of this chapter)