Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

The Mingling Chaos Circle is eight million dao years away.

A newly opened miniature world with a diameter of less than ten thousand miles is like a pearl isolated from the world, or like a rock in the water, standing firmly in the chaos.

The chaotic turbulence around was surging, like giant chaotic beasts with bared fangs and claws, emitting bursts of roars, and the powerful impact force that could severely damage the Lord of the Avenue hit this miniature world again and again like an overwhelming force. However, this seemingly tiny world was as solid as a rock, not moving at all, no matter how wildly the chaotic turbulence hit it, it was unable to shake it in the slightest, as if it had already merged with the chaos, or was protected by some mysterious force beyond chaos.

Within the world, there is tranquility and peace, in stark contrast to the chaos and turmoil outside.

Su Mo sat casually in front of a lake. The lake was like a huge mirror. The water was crystal clear and the surface of the lake was shimmering with a dreamy luster under the soft and hazy light, just like countless tiny stars scattered on the lake, which was so beautiful that it made people intoxicated.

Not far away, he placed his low-grade Chaos Spirit Treasure-level crystal fishing rod. The transparent crystal fishing line was like a nimble and cunning silver snake, silently going deep into the lake, slowly passing through the looming vortex of time and space that seemed to lead to an unknown chaotic dimension, and extending towards the depths of chaos that were unknown somewhere.

On his left and right sides, two graceful dragon girls stood respectfully.

They have graceful figures, and every subtle movement seems to be carefully carved, naturally revealing an innate noble and elegant temperament, like elves born from chaos.

The pair of exquisite silver dragon horns on their heads sparkled with a mysterious and charming luster under the caress of the faint light, as if inlaid with countless tiny stars, highlighting the extraordinary and noble origins of their birth.

His eyes were focused and pious, closely following Su Mo's every move, always ready to obey his orders as quickly as possible, like a loyal guardian angel.

Since leaving the Mingling Chaos Circle, Su Mo chose to stay in this small world he created with his own hands most of the time, rather than staying in the Zixiao Realm.

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

And since he traveled through time, it has been less than 20 million years at most. He really can't stand the sense of length brought by the accelerated time.

To him, it would be a torture to stay in the Zixiao Realm for hundreds of millions of years, or even longer.

As a hacker, he can quickly break through as long as he harvests lifespan every day. Unlike those orthodox monks, they need to practice hard for a long time to accumulate knowledge and comprehend the great way.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed in Su Mo's eyes, and soon, a brand new attribute panel appeared in front of him.

【Currently Mastered Martial Arts】

[Chaos Daoji Divine Canon: Master of 1000 Great Daos (Mastering Supreme Great Daos, Top Great Daos, Advanced Great Daos, Basic Great Daos)]

[The Chaos Great Dao Origin Divine Canon: High-level and Low-level Great Dao God and Demon Body (78%)]

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[Current lifespan: 21 Chaos Era]

[Currently available lifespan: 25228.28 yuan-years (daily)]

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"I am only 22% away from a high-level Great Dao God-Devil Body. In at most another years, I will be able to successfully gather enough lifespan to forge a high-level Great Dao God-Devil Body."

The corners of Su Mo's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a satisfied smile. There were less than four thousand years left, and he had a good chance of completing the breakthrough before the revenge of the Tianchen Divine Court came.

next moment.....

Su Mo's gaze turned, as sharp as lightning, and looked straight in the direction of the Mingling Chaos Circle.

There was a gleam of divine light in his eyes, as if he saw the Mingling Chaos Circle eight million dao years away, and the Taimeng Chaos where their Xuanmen was located.

Nearly fourteen thousand years passed quietly, and many strange figures appeared around Timon Chaos.

Among them, there are many powerful ones whose cultivation level is 700 or 800 Dao Lords, and even 1,000 Dao Lords, their number is no less than two hands.

What made Su Mo even more alert was that there were even a few powerful people whose true colors were difficult to see through even with his illusory spiritual body.

At first glance, the aura of these people was like a chaotic abyss, unfathomable, and their limits were completely invisible. In all likelihood, the cultivation of these people was higher than that of the 1,300 Dao Masters.

Fortunately, the bloody lesson of the Sixth Patriarch Chongguang and others was right before their eyes, which made these thousands of Taoist masters wary, and they have never taken action against their Xuanmen over the years.

Otherwise, his illusory bodies would have to run away early.

Just those few Thousand Dao masters whose depth is hard to see through are enough to make his subordinate Lingxuhuan body suffer a lot.

Not to mention whether there are more powerful beings hiding in the dark.

With Wen Zhong and his companions' current cultivation and supernatural powers, there is still a glimmer of hope that they can spot some clues when facing fifteen hundred Dao masters.

But if there are 1,600 Dao Lords and above who are determined to hide themselves, as long as they do not go deep into the Taimeng Chaos and approach the Jiuling Continent, the possibility of discovering their traces is very small.

The gap between the two sides is really too great.

After all, Su Mo's original body is now just a master of a thousand Daos. Even though he has mastered a large number of advanced, top-level, and supreme Daos, there is still a limit after all.

Moreover, those who are able to cultivate and become masters of the 1,600 Daos are at least high-level intermediate Dao divine bodies, and the number of high-level and top-level Daos they master is also not small.

"It's hard for the masters of the great avenues in the Mingling Chaos Circle." Su Mo shook his head slightly, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

Although these Dao Lords who came from other chaotic circles were afraid of Xuanmen's strength and did not dare to enter Taimeng Chaos Circle to provoke Xuanmen, this did not mean that they would behave themselves and would not attack other Dao Lords.

And those who dare to cross the Chaos Circle and come to compete for the Yunlan Divine Order are basically not weak.

They are basically Dao masters with more than 100 Dao levels, and their strength is far beyond that of the local Dao masters such as those in the Mingling Chaos Circle.

In this short period of time of just over ten thousand years, the number of Dao Lords who have fallen in the tens of thousands of years of chaos around the Taimeng Chaos is no less than four digits, making this chaos almost a forbidden area for many Dao Lords in the Mingling Chaos Circle.

Of course, Su Mo was just expressing his feelings and had no intention of standing up for them.

In the final analysis, all of this is their own fault. Not everyone can join in the fun. Since they have made such a choice, they should be prepared to bear the consequences.

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Billions of Dao years outside the Mingling Chaos Circle, there is a sea of ​​chaotic flames that even the masters of the Dao are terrified of.

It was like a never-ending, boiling and burning chaotic purgatory. The surging chaotic divine flames emitted a heart-pounding hot breath, as if it could burn everything in the world into ashes. Even if the Thousand Dao Masters were accidentally contaminated by it, they would surely suffer severe damage.

However, in the center of this terrifying sea of fire, there is an extremely large temple standing quietly, like an eternal fortress, not moved at all by the terrifying chaotic divine flame. Some of the divine flame is even absorbed by the temple, and slowly merges into it along the countless lines around the temple, as if the temple was originally a part of the chaotic sea of fire, and the two have reached a wonderful state of mutual growth and integration.

In the center of the shrine, there is a magnificent and majestic temple filled with a mysterious and solemn atmosphere, as if time and space have stopped here.

The floor of the temple is paved with a whole piece of chaos white jade. It is pure and flawless, emitting a soft luster that seems to be able to cleanse people's hearts.

Countless chaotic star cores are inlaid on the walls, like stars emitting bright but not dazzling light, illuminating the entire temple as bright as day, yet retaining a sense of mystery.

An old man in a purple robe was sitting cross-legged on a purple cloud bed.

The old man had a gaunt face, white hair and a youthful appearance. His snow-white hair was casually draped over his shoulders, forming a sharp contrast with his deep and wise eyes.

The aura is ancient and noble, as if carrying the sedimentation and vicissitudes of endless years, which makes people feel awe, as if the old man in front of them is chaos itself, witnessing the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of everything.

The aura of the Avenue of Destiny, one of the ten supreme and mysterious avenues, is like a layer of ethereal and dreamy gauze, lingering around the old man, swaying gently, exuding a mysterious power that makes people's souls tremble, as if the fate of all things in the world is controlled by him.

At this moment, the old man was completely immersed in a deduction.

His hands danced quickly like a phantom, and between his fingers he seemed to be holding the invisible yet extremely tough thread of fate, weaving a mysterious and complex picture of fate in the void.

Every time you pinch your fingers, it seems like you are plucking the most subtle strings of fate in the universe, causing mysterious ripples.

His eyebrows trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat had already seeped out of his forehead. They slowly slid down his cheeks, which were full of traces of time, and dripped onto his purple gown, leaving a small dark mark.

His eyes were focused and solemn, staring at the void in front of him, as if he wanted to see through the endless void, penetrate the fog of fate, and find the truth hidden deep inside.

As he deduced, strange ripples appeared in the surrounding space. Mysterious and ancient runes appeared in the air like stars, emitting a soft and mysterious light, intertwining and colliding with each other, and then quickly disappearing, as if telling the mystery and impermanence of fate.

Not far from him, on a golden lotus platform, sat a man in a water-blue robe.

This person looked quite young, with an exquisite face like a fine jade sculpture, and he looked to be less than thirty years old.

However, his whole body exudes an ancient charm that has experienced the vicissitudes of time and the warmth and coldness of the world, as if he came from the long river of endless years and witnessed countless ups and downs, honors and disgraces.

His eyes, as deep as the abyss, stared closely at the old man in purple, revealing a hint of nervousness and expectation, as if the result the old man was about to deduce was related to his life and death.

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Time flies, and five hundred years passed in this tense atmosphere.

"boom......"

Like a muffled thunder from the depths of chaos, it resounded throughout the hall. In an instant, the mysterious light of fate flashed wildly in his eyes, outlining countless blurred pictures, like a broken dream, flashing by, but containing endless mysteries.

The purple-robed old man's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

"Brother Tianming, how is it?"

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