Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Jiuling Continent, Zhennan Palace.

Su Mo raised his head slightly and looked outside the crystal wall of the world. It seemed as if there were eight human-shaped worlds standing in the chaos. The eight great Dao Lords, including the Blood Evil Dao Lord, exuded a terrifying aura of oppression. Their eyes were full of burning desire, like hunters looking at the fattest prey, with greed and excitement flashing in their eyes.

"One Lord of Thirteen Paths, two Lords of Ten Paths, three Lords of Nine Paths, and two Lords of Eight Paths. Taking them all down should be enough to increase my daily harvest several times, or even more." Su Mo murmured in a low voice, with suppressed excitement in his voice, as if he had seen endless life waving to him.

The Lord of the Great Dao is not comparable to those twelve-rank supreme masters. Any one of these eight great Dao masters may be able to match all his previous gains.

"Almost, it's time to take them down." Su Mo's mouth corners slightly raised and he chuckled.

Taimeng Great Thousand World had just been promoted to the Primal Chaos World, and the foundation of his Heavenly Dao son was not very stable. In just such a short period of time, his foundation had become a little unstable. If it took a little more time, his foundation would be completely shaken, and he would fall from the will of Heavenly Dao in the Great Thousand World.

As for the human race, those eight old guys are now only wreaking havoc on the alien territories, and not many human beings have been killed. But if we continue to allow them to cause cholera, it is only a matter of time before it affects the human territory.

Although he is cold and even selfish, even after tens of millions of years, the only person he truly cares about is still himself. However, this does not mean that the human race has no weight in his heart.

Once you are born as a human being, you will be a human for your whole life, no matter what your cultivation level is, it will not change.

"Whoosh..."

With a thought, a ray of silver light flashed from Xuanling Mountain, and in an instant, he left the Taimeng Chaos Realm and appeared in the chaos.

A handsome young general appeared, wearing silver armor, holding a three-pointed, double-edged sword, and with a vertical eye between his eyebrows.

"It's Yang Jian from Xuanmen."

Outside Xuanling Mountain, Elder Mo Feng's pupils shrank, and his eyes were full of surprise and confusion. What was Yang Jian doing out alone at this time?

"Could it be that Xuanmen wants to leave him alone..."

Suddenly, Elder Mo Feng's heart trembled, and a thought emerged in his mind.

"No... this is impossible. I am overthinking. I must be overthinking."

Elder Mo Feng shook his head desperately, trying to deny his unrealistic idea.

Although Yang Jian is strong and controls three top avenues, and his combat power is a thousand or even ten thousand times greater than his, but to the lofty lord of the avenue, he is no different from him. They are all ants that can be destroyed with a wave of the hand. Not to mention, this time there are eight lords of the avenue. Yang Jian is completely like a moth flying into a flame, seeking his own death.

at this time......

Yang Jian took a step forward, his posture as straight as a pine tree, and shouted coldly: "You dare to offend my Xuanmen, you are simply seeking death! Today is your doomsday!"

The voice was full of majesty and domineering, echoing in the chaos, as if it could destroy the will of all enemies.

As he spoke, Yang Jian no longer suppressed his own aura, which rose wildly like billions of volcanoes erupting.

"boom......"

A devastating force burst out from him, stirring the surrounding chaotic energy into chaos.

Between the eyebrows, the tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and a dazzling light burst out from them. The terrifying power seemed to make the entire chaos pale in comparison.

The thirty-six avenues were like nimble dragons, shuttling back and forth between the vertical eyes between the eyebrows.

The endless divine light of the Great Dao surged out like a tide and turned into a huge and dazzling Great Dao net, which covered the eight Great Dao Masters including the Dao Master Xue Escape and the Dao Master Yan Yue with overwhelming force.

"Ah... the Lord of the Great... Great Dao, or the Lord of the Thirty-Six Great Daos... How... is this possible? You must be dreaming! I must be dreaming!"

Elder Mo Feng was stunned, his mouth opened wide, his eyes were full of disbelief, and his eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out of their sockets.

The gap between the masters of the three quasi-great ways and the masters of the thirty-six great ways is much greater than that between ordinary spirits and immortal gods.

This is simply a lowly beggar who transformed himself into the high and mighty Heavenly Emperor who controls the life and death of countless immortals and gods. It is unrealistic no matter how you look at it. Even those vernacular novels dare not write it like this.

Not to mention, this Xuanmen Yang Jian had entered the Taimeng Chaos very early. If he was really the master of the Great Dao, the Taimeng Great Dao would not have remained indifferent and allowed him to hide in the Xuanling Mountain.

Unless, he is a native creature of Taimon Chaos.

This is even more impossible. Taimeng Chaos has only been around for less than a century.

Not to mention that before this, Taimeng Avenue had never given birth to the purple energy of the Avenue. Even if Yang Jian had another great opportunity and obtained the purple energy of the Avenue and successfully broke through the realm of the Avenue, it would be impossible for him to control the thirty-six Avenues in less than ten thousand epochs.

The cultivation in the Dao Realm is not as difficult as that in the Heavenly Dao Realm. It is a thousand or ten thousand times more difficult. It is common to fail to master a Dao after hundreds or thousands of epochs.

Not to mention that in less than ten thousand eras, even if one could master thirty-six great ways within one chaotic era, he could be called a monster.

......

"Oh no, this power..."

Outside the Taimeng Chaos Realm, the eight great Dao Lords, including Dao Lord Xuehou and Dao Lord Yanyue, who had seemed so arrogant just now, suddenly changed their expressions.

Their eyes, which seemed to see the world, were filled with fear and uneasiness. Their original majesty disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by deep fear.

The terrifying power of the Great Dao on that web of the Great Dao that was suffocating them could not be false.

That three-eyed human is truly the master of the thirty-six paths. Even among them, there are four top-level paths and twelve advanced paths. His true combat power is far beyond that of the ordinary thirty-six paths masters.

"Xue Mo (Yan Lun, Hong Chi, Ming Ye...), you little bastards have killed me, your ancestor."

Taoist Master Xue'e, Taoist Master Yanyue and the other eight Taoist masters gnashed their teeth, with hatred surging in their hearts.

Their faces were extremely distorted, with flames of anger burning in their eyes, as if they wanted to eat alive those trouble-making juniors. If those juniors had not already been suppressed, they would have skinned these unfilial descendants alive.

The thirty-six Taoist masters are people that their eight clans cannot afford to provoke.

Even if they gathered all the strength of their eight clans and mobilized all the Dao Lords, there would not be much hope of defeating this person.

"Senior, there must be some misunderstanding here."

"Yes, Senior, we have done nothing but offend your noble family. It was all because of you who instigated us from behind. Please have mercy on us and forgive us this time."

......

Their voices were trembling, filled with endless fear and pleading, like drowning people desperately trying to grab the last straw.

“No…Senior, stop it!”

“Roar! Blood God Tower, block it, block it for me!”

"Nine Flames Divine Fire Cover, Nine Dragons Devouring Dao."

"Mysterious Mirror of the Dark World, Twilight of the Gods!"

......

Seeing that the speed of the Great Dao Net did not slow down, the eight great Dao masters had no time to beg, and they were like ferocious beasts that had stepped into a desperate situation, with madness in their eyes. They all burst out with their strongest power, and suddenly, the blood energy of the Blood God Tower surged into the sky, as if to dye the world bloody.

The flames of the Nine Flames Divine Fire Shield were blazing, and the chaotic energy around it was burned into nothingness.

The Xuanming Divine Mirror was filled with cold air, trying to freeze everything.

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"A worm shakes a tree, and you don't overestimate your own capabilities!"

Yang Jian sneered, his face full of disdain. His posture was as steady as a mountain, and he did not take the desperate counterattack of the Blood Evil Taoist Master and the others seriously at all.

The strongest of the Eight Dao Masters, the Blood Evil Dao Master, only mastered one top-level avenue, three advanced avenues, and nine basic avenues. Even with the help of the Chaos Spirit Treasure, he could only fight against the weakest 20 Dao Masters. Under his network of avenues, they were no different from ants.

In less than a moment, waves of mournful cries echoed throughout the chaos.

The divine light of each Chaos Spirit Treasure dimmed, just like a mosquito caught in a spider web, being ruthlessly suppressed by the web of the Great Dao.

"No...no, senior, spare my life."

"I know I was wrong, and I will never do it again. Please, have mercy on me and let me live."

......

"Ah... Lord Xue'e and his men were suppressed just like that. I... I'm not dreaming. It's really... really true. Everything is real."

Listening to the desperate howls of Dao Master Xue'e and the others, and seeing them struggling on the web of the Great Dao like lowly mosquitoes, Elder Mo Feng finally believed the astonishing fact that Yang Jian was the master of the thirty-six Daos.

His body was shaking with excitement. Seeing was believing, and he couldn't help but believe what he saw.

It's impossible that Master Xue'e and his gang deliberately staged this with Xuanmen just to deceive an ant like him.

Even the first holy ancestor of their human race does not have this qualification.

"Hiss... Just what kind of giant is this Xuanmen?"

Elder Mo Feng took a deep breath and looked at Yang Jian's figure, full of shock and awe.

Legend has it that Yang Jian was only a third-generation disciple of Xuanmen. How high should the cultivation level of those first- and second-generation disciples of Xuanmen be?

And what about the legendary Taoist ancestor of Xuanmen?

"What I thought before was correct. The hope of our Ancient You people lies in Xuanmen. As long as Xuanmen is willing to help our Ancient You people, not to mention surviving the current disaster, even taking a step forward will not be a difficult task."

"No wonder the Master of Xuanmen has never received me in all these years."

At this moment, the slight dissatisfaction brought about by tens of thousands of years of waiting disappeared without a trace.

What kind of person is the Lord of Xuanmen? What kind of person is he? How can he see him just by saying so?

“It seems that if we want to enter Xuanling Mountain and get the help of Xuanmen, we have to ask the Holy Ancestor to come out of the mountain and visit Taimeng Chaos.”

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