Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

"boom......"

A brilliant and dazzling purple light, like a star suddenly bursting out in the chaos, was so bright that it was almost impossible to look directly at it, as if it was going to tear a huge hole in the dark and chaotic sky.

In an instant, the purple light quickly condensed and turned into a purple crystal ball with a diameter of about ten thousand feet.

The surface is flowing with a dreamy and mysterious luster, as if countless stars are twinkling and flowing in it, exuding an intoxicating and awe-inspiring atmosphere.

The three hundred and sixty great laws were like divine dragons descending from the sky, flashing and swimming freely in the crystal ball.

They have agile postures and are surrounded by brilliant light. Sometimes they entwine and play with each other, roaring like dragons, as if telling the ancient secrets of the world; sometimes they fly apart, shuttling through every inch of space in the crystal ball. Wherever they pass, the light is overflowing, like a dream, making the crystal ball look like the most dazzling pearl inlaid in the chaotic night.

"Whoosh..."

Su Mo looked calm. He took a step forward and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot and appeared directly in the Zixiao Realm.

Nearly thirty-three thousand years have passed in a flash, and there have not been many obvious changes in the Zixiao Realm.

The world space still maintains its previous appearance and has not expanded much; the elemental force of heaven and earth in the world also maintains its original strength and does not show much sign of improvement.

The Chaos Spirit Treasure is different from the Heavenly Treasure. It is a thousand or even ten thousand times more difficult to upgrade.

Even though the Zixiao Realm has time acceleration, and Su Mo has spared no effort to spend a large amount of resources to cultivate the Zixiao Pearl, there is still a long way to go before he can advance again?

The only noticeable change is that the thirty-three heavens of the Purple Sky Realm seem increasingly empty and desolate.

Especially in the 32nd Heaven in the middle, the dead silence was getting thicker like a thick fog. At a glance, all you could see was desolation and gloom, with almost no signs of life. There was a creepy atmosphere everywhere, as if it was a gloomy ghost den. When you were in it, you would feel a chill in your heart and your back would go cold.

One year in the outside world is equivalent to ten thousand years in the Zixiao Realm.

For hundreds of billions of years, the many "cattle and horses" in the major farms within the Zixiao Realm have been training low-level monsters for Su Mo day and night.

Even the most black-hearted and exploitative capitalist would probably cry upon seeing that scene.

Every moment, these "oxen and horses" are losing their own origin. Even if there is the divine light of the avenue from time to time, it is still difficult to make up for the loss of their origin.

Up to now, most of the vast number of "cattle and horses" in the Zixiao Realm, except for the Lord of the Great Dao, have been ruthlessly drained of all their origins, turned into ashes, and disappeared silently in the various worlds.

Only a few top supreme overlords are left, still struggling to hold on, but they are just barely surviving. In at most ten thousand years, they will be completely wiped out.

After just a glance, Su Mo didn't pay any more attention to them. They were a group of people who deserved to die. It was no big deal if they died. Besides, he already looked down on these ants. Together, they could not increase his lifespan by a whole year. There was just a vacant space for him to open a Taoist breeding farm.

The Yunlan Divine Order incident has just begun not long ago, and next, there will definitely be a lot of Taoist masters who will come looking for their Xuanmen.

The next second...

Su Mo's figure moved, and he appeared directly in a breeding farm of the Supreme Lord, starting today's harvest journey.

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Half an hour later.

Taihuangtian.

After completing today's harvesting task, Su Mo's eyes flashed with urgency, and he couldn't wait to open the attribute panel.

"Good! Good! Good! As expected of the Lord of the Six Hundred Daos, you are indeed not comparable to those ants in the Yuhua Dao Court."

Su Mo looked at the soaring lifespan and was so excited that he could hardly control himself and said "good" three times.

The three six hundred Dao masters of the Golden Tripod Ancestor did not disappoint him, and were even one calamity stronger than he had estimated before. Among them, the Qingmu Ancestor, who had the least gains, brought him nearly three hundred years of lifespan.

The Black Abyss Demon Ancestor, who gained the most, increased his lifespan by nearly four hundred and fifty years.

The three ancestors together brought him nearly 1230 years of life, which increased his daily lifespan by more than eight times.

Together with the hard work of thousands of Taoist masters in Yuhua Daoting, he gained more lifespan every day, breaking through the 1400-year mark in one fell swoop.

Even if no new Dao Masters and cattle and horses are added in the future, relying solely on the Dao Masters in hand, it will take at most 300,000 years to successfully gather enough lifespan and successfully forge a high-level Dao god and demon body.

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Spring goes and autumn comes, flowers bloom and fall, and a hundred years of time pass by like a flash.

During this hundred years, the number of Great Dao Lords around Taimon Chaos has increased significantly.

These newly emerged strong men, like hunters hidden in the darkness, quietly lurked on the edge of the Taimeng Chaos. Among them, there were even several six hundred and seven hundred Dao masters.

But without exception, no Taoist master dared to rashly cross the line and step into the chaotic realm of Taimeng.

The bloody lessons of the three and six hundred Taoist masters including the Jin Ding Ancestor were right in front of them. They didn't want to become the fourth chicken in Xuanmen's drama of killing a chicken to scare the monkey. Before making full preparations, no one dared to act rashly and touch this dangerous thorn in Xuanmen.

Especially after the news of Xuanmen's Huanglong Zhenren's destruction of Yuhua Daoting spread, although most of the Taoist masters secretly speculated in their hearts that this matter was most likely a trick by Xuanmen to intimidate them, the so-called second-generation disciple Huanglong Zhenren was most likely one of the Six Saints of Xuanmen, or even the mysterious Patriarch Hongjun in disguise.

After all, if this Xuanmen really had dozens or hundreds of Dao masters of eight hundred or more levels to rule, how could they stay so peacefully in such a seemingly insignificant little place?

Shallow water cannot support a true dragon. The limited resources of the Mingling Chaos Circle are not enough to support an Eight Hundred Dao Master, not to mention the cultivation and consumption of dozens or hundreds of Eight Hundred Dao Masters and other powerful beings at the same time.

It is better to be safe than sorry. This absurd news still hangs over the hearts of all parties like a haze, making them even more wary of Xuanmen.

As expected, those disciples of Yuhua Daoting fell from the altar one by one and became the rats crossing the street that everyone wanted to beat.

As the news of the Taoist masters of Yuhua Daoting being suppressed by Xuanmen continued to spread, many Taoist masters' forces in the Mingling Chaos Circle were like sharks smelling blood. They all rushed out to hunt down the disciples of Yuhua Daoting.

Those forces that have always had enmity with Yuhua Daoting came out in full force, vowing to kill all these former enemies to avenge past grudges.

Even if Su Mo didn't kill them all, the annihilation of these disciples of Yuhua Daoting was only a matter of time.

In this world of cultivation where the strong prey on the weak, the strong are the foundation and the pillar that supports a force.

Without the protection of the strong, they are like candles swaying in the wind, and the weak flame may be extinguished by the ruthless reality at any time.

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Yuchen Chaos Circle, Tianchen Chaos, Tianchen Divine Court, a magnificent palace.

It is built of unknown mysterious materials, exuding an ancient and powerful chaotic atmosphere, as if telling the vicissitudes and glory of the years.

Inside the temple, five majestic beings with extremely terrifying auras sat on thrones that were sparkling with rays of light.

They were surrounded by a layer of mysterious divine light, making it difficult to see their specific shapes, but just the faint aura they exuded was hundreds or thousands of times more terrifying than the three Golden Tripod ancestors.

If any one of you takes action, you could probably easily capture the Golden Tripod Ancestor and others like crushing ants.

"Old ghost Ku Yuan, how many chaotic eras have passed, but you are still the same. You never think of us when good things happen, and only think of your fellow disciples when you are in trouble."

One of the more burly beings spoke with a hint of dissatisfaction and ridicule in his tone, breaking the silence in the temple.

His voice rolled in the temple like thunder, causing the air to tremble slightly.

"Well, it's not the first time I've met that old ghost. He is just like that. We are all from the same sect, so we should stop talking."

Another slightly thinner being advised, his voice calm but with an unquestionable majesty.

"Let's go. A Yunlan Divine Order is worth the trip."

A being with a slightly hoarse voice spoke slowly, his tone revealing his determination to obtain the Yunlan Divine Order.

He raised his head slightly, and through the lingering divine light, he seemed to have seen the Mingling Chaos Circle billions of years away, and the mysterious force called Xuanmen.

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