Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

Around Taimeng Chaos, a group of Great Dao Lords looked dazed, as if their souls had left their bodies. Some of the Great Dao Lords even had dazed and lifeless eyes. Their minds were blank, and only the shock like surging waves was surging in their hearts, and its degree was no less than that of Patriarch Chongguang and Patriarch Chenguang in any way.

Although they had long realized that Xuanmen was no ordinary person, since they dared to openly become enemies with a behemoth like Tianchen Divine Court, they must have their own support and trump cards.

It is very likely that there are 1,700 or even 1,800 Taoist masters in the sect, but if you say that Xuanmen has 2,000 Taoist masters, not many Taoist masters will believe it, and even most of them have never thought of this before.

Two thousand Dao masters are not comparable to one thousand Dao masters. It is no exaggeration to say that there is a huge difference between the two.

Among the hundreds or thousands of Thousand Dao Lords, not all of them can be promoted to Two Thousand Dao Lord. In their chaotic area, with eighty-three chaos circles, all the Two Thousand Dao Lords, openly or secretly, put together are less than double the number. How could it be possible for another Two Thousand Dao Lord to appear so easily?

At this moment, the chaotic void seemed to be solidified. The silence was terrifying. Every strand of chaotic air seemed to be frozen, without the agility and noise of the past.

Suddenly, the huge body of the Great Dao Master Chen Guang shook violently, and a ray of light suddenly flashed in his eyes, as if he had thought of something in despair. The sea of his heart, which was originally completely shrouded in darkness, seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, and a faint ray of hope quietly emerged from it.

"The Dao deduced by the Lord of Heaven's Fate is unparalleled in the world, there is absolutely no way it can be wrong!"

The voice of Patriarch Chen Guang unconsciously rose a few notches, with a determination to burn his boats, as if he was injecting himself with the last bit of courage.

"The strongest person in Xuanmen is definitely only 1,300 Dao Lords. There is absolutely no way there can be 2,000 Dao Lords! The person in front of me must have used some kind of magical power to unleash the pressure of 2,000 Dao Lords. Yes, that must be the case."

As he spoke, he clenched his fists, as if as long as he was firm enough, this was an indisputable fact.

Upon hearing this, Master Chongguang in front of him was like a drowning man who had grabbed his last straw, and a desire to survive instantly ignited in his eyes.

He nodded desperately, his movements were urgent and flustered, just like a person who was about to sink in the raging waves, clinging tightly to the only piece of driftwood that could bring him hope of survival.

His eyes were full of eagerness and desire, as if as long as he agreed with Master Chen Guang's words, he could escape the desperate situation.

He kept agreeing, "Brother Chen Guang, you are right, it must be like this! The Taoist Master Tianming is the best in the world in fortune-telling, how could he be wrong? How could there be two thousand Taoist masters in this Xuanmen? They must be using some means to bluff." As he spoke, he kept hypnotizing himself in his heart, that's right, it must be as Senior Brother Chen Guang said.

He didn't dare to believe it, and he couldn't believe that there really were two thousand Dao masters in this Xuanmen. Otherwise, both of them, his fellow disciples, would have to die in this Mingling Chaos Circle today.

At this moment, the chaotic void seemed to be infected by their unwilling struggle. The chaotic airflow, which had originally calmed down due to the terrifying pressure from the young man in gold, began to surge slightly again, like a group of disturbed snakes, slowly twisting their bodies and making a slight "hissing" sound.

The Dao Masters around were also attracted by the words of Patriarch Chenguang and Patriarch Chongguang. Many of them looked suddenly enlightened, as if a huge stone had fallen from their hearts, and they breathed a sigh of relief. I knew that it was impossible for this Xuanmen to have two thousand Dao Masters. It turned out to be a false alarm.

Everyone is familiar with the name of Tianming Daozhu, the God of Fortune Telling. Since he deduced that the strongest person in Xuanmen only has the cultivation level of 1,300 Daozhu, there is no way he could be wrong.

Of course, some of the Great Dao Lords also had a hint of doubt in their eyes. Is this... really the case?

The aura and pressure of this powerful Xuanmen warrior is a little too realistic. There is absolutely no flaw at all. And his arrogant eyes and the pride deep in his bones do not seem fake at all.

at this time......

The mocking look on Yuyixian's lips became more intense, and his smile was like frost in the cold winter, chilling to the bone. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes were like lightning, and he glanced coldly at Patriarch Chongguang and Patriarch Chenguang, with undisguised contempt in his eyes, as if he was looking down on two insignificant ants.

"Humph!"

The Winged Immortal snorted coldly, and it was like a thunderclap in the chaotic void, or like a heavy hammer weighing ten thousand kilograms, exploding in the chaotic void. The powerful sound waves made the surrounding chaotic air currents surge and collide wildly like boiling water, making a sharp whistling sound, as if begging for mercy and wailing.

"Bluffing? You two ants are worthy of that?" The voice of the Winged Immortal was high and mighty, full of contempt and disdain, like a huge bell resounding through the chaotic void, with an unquestionable domineering aura, as if he was the unique master of this chaotic void, controlling all the power of life and death in the chaotic void. In his eyes, Patriarch Chongguang and Patriarch Chenguang were nothing more than two jumping clowns, a laughing stock for him to laugh at.

As he spoke, the aura around Yuyixian became more and more violent, and the terrifying pressure from the two thousand Dao masters was like a materialized black wave, sweeping towards Patriarch Chongguang and Patriarch Chenguang one after another.

Each wave contained the power to destroy the world. Wherever it passed, the chaotic void that had just calmed down rioted again. Large pieces of the void shattered and collapsed, making a crisp yet chilling "click" sound. Huge and terrifying void whirlpools quickly took shape, like greedy chaotic beasts, madly devouring the chaos on all sides, as if to drag everything into the endless dark abyss, never to see the light of day again.

The next second...

"Boom..."

The void was like being hit by a heavy hammer and trembled violently. Yuyixian took another step forward, crossing nearly a hundred Dao years of void, and came to a place less than ten Dao years away from Chongguang Patriarch and Chenguang Patriarch. He looked down at the two of them with disdain in his eyes, as if he was examining two worthless objects.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand and casually slapped Master Chongguang and Master Chenguang.

This palm strike looked very ordinary, without much mystery at all, just like a casual slap thrown by an ordinary mortal who had no knowledge of any cultivation.

However, wherever the big hand passed, the chaotic void solidified instantly, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. Patriarch Chongguang and Patriarch Chenguang only felt an irresistible terrifying force rushing towards them, as if the entire chaotic void was squeezing towards them under this palm.

Under this palm strike, these two 1,600 Dao masters were like two humble ants, so small and powerless. The little ray of hope that had finally risen in their hearts quickly dissipated like the tide.

At this moment, they no longer had any hope. This powerful Xuanmen man was really the master of two thousand Daos. He was not bluffing.

"Ah... old Tianming, you beast, you have killed us." Patriarch Chongguang raised his head and roared, his voice resounding through the chaotic void, filled with endless resentment and despair.

His face was distorted by extreme anger, his facial features were almost squeezed into a ball, his eyes were wide open as if they were about to break through the constraints of his eye sockets, and his eyes were like a real sharp blade, as if they could penetrate through the chaos and stab directly at the Lord of Destiny.

"If I am lucky enough to survive today, my Tianchen Divine Court will fight your Tianming Palace to the death."

The Patriarch Chen Guang also roared, his body trembling violently, his hands clenched into fists, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, blood dripping slowly through his fingers, but he was unaware. At this moment, he was like an enraged beast, wishing to eat the Taoist master alive to relieve his hatred.

The chaotic air currents around the two men were affected by their angry emotions, and like a sea ravaged by a strong wind, they surged and swirled wildly, forming small whirlpools in the void, as if they were the embodiment of the tremendous hatred in their hearts. They spun wildly in the void, making sharp whistling sounds, as if echoing the unquenchable anger in their hearts.

At this moment, their hatred for Tianming Dao Master even surpassed that of Xuanmen. If this old man had not sworn that the strongest person in Xuanmen was no more than 1,300 Dao Masters, how could they have easily made up their minds to kill Xuanmen.

All this is the fault of that old beast Tianming.

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"Roar! Block the Nine Dragons World-Suppressing Bell! Block it for me!"

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