Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

In the Minghuang Immortal Palace, the center of the Immortal Lord's Palace, there is a magnificent temple that is like a giant beast that has been sleeping since ancient times. It is entrenched here, exuding a solemn and dignified atmosphere, as if silently telling the vicissitudes and sedimentation of the years.

It is built of inky black chaotic stone, with ancient and complex runes engraved on the surface. It flashes mysteriously in the dim light, as if telling the legend and majesty from the depths of time.

Inside the palace, a man sat on the purple-gold throne that represented supreme power.

Her face is slightly feminine, with delicate lines like fine porcelain, her skin is as white as snow, and she exudes a kind of coldness that is otherworldly.

His eyes are long and narrow, with slightly upturned corners. His pupils are like deep pools, emitting a faint blue light, as if they can see through people's hearts.

The bridge of her nose was straight and slender, and her lips were thin but with beautiful lines.

His temperament is unique and extraordinary, with the elegance of an immortal, like a breeze that can transcend the troubles of the world at any time; and he faintly exudes the cold majesty of a superior, like a towering mountain, which makes people afraid.

The white hair fell down smoothly like an inverted Milky Way, and every strand of hair was gleaming with light, as if containing endless mysterious power.

The aura emanating from him was terrifying, countless times stronger than that of Lingxiao Sword Ancestor. It seemed as if he only needed to leak a trace of his aura to suppress Lingxiao Sword Ancestor, as easy as crushing an ant.

Immortal Lord Mingyou, a fourth-rank god in the Shenxiao Immortal Court and the lord of the Minghuang Immortal Mansion, controls sixty-three territories of the Minghuang Immortal Mansion and tens of thousands of chaos circles.

Below him, the Linghuang Sword Ancestor, dressed in a black robe, was like a humble ant, kneeling on the ground respectfully.

The divine body trembled slightly, and the eyes looking towards Immortal Lord Mingyou were full of hope and prayer, as if all hopes were placed on Immortal Lord Mingyou.

The black robe spread out on the ground, like a deep darkness, but it could not conceal his insignificance and helplessness at the moment.

"Xuanyuan."

Immortal Lord Mingyou opened his lips slightly, his voice was not loud, but it resounded in the temple like a huge bell, buzzing, as if carrying a mysterious power, lingering in the air for a long time, as if it could penetrate the soul and reach the depths of people's hearts.

"My Lord, I will be here."

As a respectful and loud voice sounded, a dazzling silver light shot out from the darkness of the temple like a meteor and landed beside Linghuang Sword Ancestor.

The silver light was so bright that it hurt people's eyes, as if it could dispel all the darkness in the world. When the light gradually dissipated, a silver-armored god was revealed.

He has a sturdy figure, like a towering mountain, giving people a feeling of being indestructible.

The silver armor on his body had smooth lines, and the armor plates were tightly connected, sparkling with a cold metallic luster. It was engraved with exquisite cloud patterns and mythical beasts, as if highlighting his extraordinary status.

His face was resolute, and his eyes were piercing, like burning torches, embodying firmness, loyalty, and majesty.

There is an iron-blooded aura emanating from his entire body, which is the result of countless battles.

It blends with the solemn atmosphere of the temple, adding a sense of solemnity.

He knelt on one knee, his posture upright, like an unshakable statue, always ready to accept the mission and serve it.

Immortal Lord Mingyou slightly raised his eyes, his gaze was like two cold rays of light, sweeping across Linghuang Sword Ancestor and Xuanyuan, and slowly spoke with unquestionable majesty in his voice: "Xuanyuan, you take your immortal soldiers and follow Linghuang to Xuanmen to avenge his people."

"Yes, Immortal Lord, I will definitely live up to my mission!" The voice of Immortal General Xuanyuan was like rolling thunder, exploding again in the temple, full of firmness and determination.

Linghuang Jianzu, who was standing by, heard Immortal Lord Mingyou's order, and a hint of strong hatred and pleasure flashed in his eyes. He lowered his body to the ground, and said with a trembling voice: "Immortal Lord, your great kindness and virtue, Linghuang will remember it in his heart and will never forget it. I am willing to follow you forever to repay your kindness."

"Get up!" Mingyou Immortal Lord waved his hand lightly. The action seemed casual, but it was full of the calmness and majesty of a superior. He said, "There is no time to lose. You all should set off immediately.

"I will follow the Immortal Lord's orders."

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Jiuling Continent, Zhennan Palace, Linglong Lake.

The lake water is like a piece of deep blue silk. Under the caress of the sun, it sparkles with ripples, like countless tiny diamonds scattered on the lake.

The breeze blew gently, and ripples appeared on the surface of the lake. The ripples gradually grew larger, chasing each other towards the shore, making a soft "rustling" sound, like a beautiful piece of music played by nature.

Su Mo lay comfortably on a recliner made of the Chaos Divine Wood, his eyes closed, with a leisurely look on his face, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him, immersed in this quiet and beautiful time.

On both sides of him were two beautiful maids with graceful figures, wearing light tulle long skirts, the hems of their skirts fluttering gently in the breeze like flying butterflies.

They held delicate palm-leaf fans with beautiful flowers painted on them. Every time they waved them, a breeze blew gently across Su Mo's body.

At this moment, Su Mo's long-lingering sense of urgency had gradually dissipated with the passage of time.

The revenge of the remnants of the Sword Spirit Clan and other three clans came much later than he expected.

It was originally thought that within a few hundred million years, a strong man from the Divine Sky Immortal Court would come to the door and stand up for the Sword Spirit Clan. However, nearly 1.5 billion years have passed and there has not been any sign of a strong man from the Divine Sky Immortal Court.

Now, not only has his cultivation successfully broken through to the realm of 4,500 Dao Lords, but he has also accumulated nearly nine levels of the lifespan required to forge a top-level, perfect Dao God and Demon body. With another 80 million years at most, he will be able to accumulate enough lifespan to forge a top-level, perfect Dao God and Demon body.

Suddenly, Su Mo seemed to sense something, and his eyes, which had been closed, slowly opened. A glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes, like a star suddenly lighting up in the night sky.

"Come out here!"

Su Mo shouted softly, his voice was low and powerful, with an innate majesty.

After saying that, he reached out and picked up the carefully cultivated high-level Chaos Spirit Treasure-level fishing rod beside him.

With a strong pull, the thin crystal fishing line straightened instantly, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, like a gorgeous rainbow across the sky.

Immediately afterwards, with a deafening tiger roar, a huge and terrifying beast passed through the wormhole of time and space and broke out of the water.

He has two tiger heads, which are majestic, with eyes wide open, emitting a ferocious and captivating light, as if he can see through everything in the world.

The nine leopard tails were like nine magic whips, waving wantonly in the air, making a "whoosh" sound. Each leopard tail was covered with sharp scales, flashing with cold light.

"One thousand three hundred Dao masters, I am lucky today."

Su Mo muttered to himself and revealed a satisfied smile. Even though over the past billion years, with the continuous breakthroughs in his cultivation, the fishing grounds for him and his group of illusory spirits have expanded to the surrounding chaotic void of tens of trillions of Dao years, but the existence of a Thousand Dao Master level is still extremely rare.

On average, it is possible to fish up a Thousand Dao Lord only about once every million years. It is truly an unexpected surprise that we were able to fish up this behemoth with the strength of 1,300 Dao Lords today.

"receive!"

Su Mo shouted softly again, his voice like a loud bell, echoing around the Linglong Lake.

A terrifying force descended from the sky, like an invisible net covering the entire body of the tiger-headed beast.

In an instant, the tiger-headed beast that was still struggling violently seemed to be hit by a spell. The strength around it seemed to be frozen instantly, and its limbs were stiff in mid-air. Even the earth-shaking roar came to an abrupt end, and it stopped directly above the lake.

His eyes were wide open, full of unwillingness and fear, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from the restraints of this mysterious power.

Then, it began to shrink rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye until it completely disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared in this world.

The surface of Linglong Lake returned to calm. The violent commotion just now seemed like an illusory dream. Only a faint sense of oppression remained in the air, proving the existence of the giant tiger-headed beast.

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Time flies like a white horse passing by, and in the blink of an eye, 72 million years have passed.

"Hahahaha... Good! Good! Good! The top-level perfect great way god-demon body, I am here."

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