My Simulated Longevity

, my simulated path to immortality

"What? The Jiaxu stronghold is out of supplies, on a critical line between life and death, and in urgent need of reinforcements?"

"How could this be? Didn't Leng Yingyi just take a batch of supplies back home?!"

"I actually let you, a wizard, take the risk yourself. What a bunch of bastards!"

"There is actually a new lost realm blocking the way on the way? No wonder..."

"It's good luck that you can escape from such a confusing situation."

"Hey, it's a pity. The speed is a bit slow, and there is not much life left."

…

Amidst the constant exclamations of the green-shirted monk named Hao Hui, Li Fan told him roughly his experiences along the way.

Except for concealing some details in the Lost Stone Realm that may be related to the heavenly doctor, the rest is without adding any extravagance and seeking truth from facts.

"The Romance of Fairy Wood"

After learning what Li Fan had done, he looked at the white-haired monk in front of him, whose oil was exhausted, but whose expression was extremely calm.

A trace of respect flashed in Hao Hui's eyes.

Such high-righteous monks are extremely rare even in the entire Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance.

He looked solemn and said softly: "Fellow Taoist, please rest assured. I will immediately send people to the Jiaxu stronghold. I will certainly live up to my fellow Taoist's desperate plea for help."

Li Fan coughed slightly and nodded slightly.

Everything that needs to be done has been done, and it is obvious that the condition of this body can no longer withstand the torment.

If you want to be able to move normally, you need to take good care of yourself.

Hao Hui retreated and closed the door.

At the same time, Li Fan felt that the shadow in the corner of the room also disappeared.

"There are still 57 years left in this life. Although I can take some more life-extending treasures, my current situation is somewhat similar to that of Jicheng Immortal. They are both approaching the end of their lives, and the life-extending effect may not be as good as imagined. .”

"Even if I don't live long, I may not be able to achieve the goals I planned."

…

Just when Li Fan closed his eyes and meditated.

At the very front of Broken Palm Immortal City, there is a secret place facing the abyss.

Countless magical sounds erupted from the abyss of nothingness not far away. After passing through a gap, there was no obstruction at all, and they were continuously poured into the space here.

It is as if the unspeakable sounds from the deepest depths of purgatory are constantly echoing and raging here.

That powerful and pure magic sound seemed to affect even the structure of space.

One after another, twisted and terrifying faces are constantly forming here.

But in front of these inexplicable faces, there was a person sitting upright.

He couldn't see his appearance clearly, but his figure was strangely moving like an undulating river.

The demonic sound that ordinary monks talked about seemed to have no effect on him at all.

And those distorted faces formed by the vibration of the demonic sound, after approaching him, seemed to be captured directly and merged directly into his body.

The figure swayed and undulated, and the face disappeared.

But he was always very calm.

Suddenly, he waved his hand.

A bluestone door rose, blocking the gap in the space here.

The demonic sound suddenly became smaller and smaller.

The light suddenly dimmed, and all remaining faces of the demonic sound disappeared in an instant.

His body swayed even more.

"Young Master."

A black shadow appeared beside him, transforming into a black-robed monk.

Tell him what you just saw.

After a while.

"Is this serious?" There was some doubt in Shang Shaojun's tone.

"According to the observations of my subordinates, Li Fan did not lie. Moreover, his life span was indeed almost devoured by the white mist that devoured the element."

"I'm afraid if it had been a little slower that day, it would have been a matter of doubt whether I would have survived."

"I confirmed with Ji Hongdao before coming here that there is no problem with Li Fan's identity."

"On the path to the Jiaxu stronghold, there are indeed traces of the emergence of the new mysterious realm."

"But now it has returned to the depths of the white mist. It should be just an accident."

The black-robed monk replied.

Hearing this, Shang Shaojun fell silent for a moment.

"With such a touching story, the more people know about it, the better."

"Especially now that people's hearts are fluctuating, there needs to be a sharp contrast to make them feel ashamed."

"Just go and do this."

After a while, Shang Shaojun spoke slowly.

The black-robed monk nodded.

Just as he was about to leave, he glanced at Shang Shaojun again and hesitated to speak.

"Um?"

The black-robed monk paused and asked, "Yan Huan has been hung in the center of the immortal base and whipped continuously for eleven days."

"When can we put him down?"

"I guess if this continues, that kid won't be able to hold on anymore."

"Although it's an act, the [Magic Whip] is absolutely real."

The black-robed monk said carefully, for fear of offending the person in front of him.

Shang Shaojun did not blame him: "I originally asked him to deliberately spread the rumors just to rectify the atmosphere in the Immortal Base."

"Now that we have such a good publicity target, his role is dispensable."

"Let him go tomorrow."

"Send him a [Soul Replenishing Pill] and let him have a good rest."

The black-robed monk looked happy and said, "Thank you so much, Master."

Then he quietly disappeared into the secret room.

The conversation just now seemed like an insignificant episode to Shang Shaojun.

As the bluestone door fell again, the raging magic sound poured in again.

His body became swaying again.

…

With Shang Shaojun's push, within half a day, the story of Li Fan's desperate plea for help spread throughout the Eternal Immortal Fortress.

There are those who don't believe it, and there are also those who are deeply moved.

As He Chen and other monks trapped on the Jiaxu were picked up and investigated.

The authenticity of the incident was also confirmed.

Although there are still a small number of monks who stubbornly believe that all this is a self-directed and self-acted show.

But the vast majority of them chose to believe it.

While everyone sighed and admired Li Fan's righteousness, they could not help but feel sorry that he only had a few decades left to live.

As for Li Fan himself, after welcoming waves of people who came to visit him, he finally had a rare quiet time.

"After some recuperation, I have barely adapted to my current aging body."

"Although it can transform into a younger appearance, it is obviously not as eye-catching as its current appearance."

The first counter-training of the Taoist Heart came to a perfect conclusion, and the growth of the soul made Li Fan appreciate the taste.

Therefore, Li Fan was ready to start his second reverse training plan.

"My original intention was to just pass through the Tianxuan Soul Lock Competition and just show off."

"And now, I'm going to do the opposite."

"I will devote all my remaining limited life to the construction of the formation."

"For the popularization of Tianxuan Lock Spirit, I will completely burn every bit of my strength."

"Til death do us part."

Just thinking about it, Li Fan felt goosebumps all over his body.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Li Fan put on a resolute face.

Walking slowly but firmly, he walked out of the room.