My Simulated Longevity

After leaving Yin Yin Island, Su Changyu looked excited, and it took him a long time to calm down his excitement.

"I didn't expect that I would encounter such a surprise when I went out this time."

Although he is still some distance away from establishing the foundation, what is different from the past is that now he is full of motivation to practice, and he can't wait to refine his Qi as soon as possible and establish the foundation as soon as possible.

"After I build the foundation, my cultivation speed should be able to catch up with Xiao Heng and Xiaomei." Su Changyu thought to himself.

Without delaying anywhere else, he identified his location and flew straight towards the deserted island.

In the Tianxuan Mirror.

Li Fan frowned slightly as he recalled the scenes he had just seen through Su Changyu.

"Unexpectedly, Su Changyu also inexplicably came to Master Yin and came into contact with the secrets related to me building the foundation. It seems that the guidance from heaven and earth that I perceived before is indeed true."

Li Fan is still looking forward to whether Su Changyu can successfully build the foundation with me in this life.

However, Li Fan is more concerned about Master Yin's condition now.

Twelve, Anchoring Year 13 When Li Fan first met Master Yin, his hair was still black and white.

Now anchored for 25 years, but in just twelve years, he has already turned gray.

This kind of ultra-rapid aging is almost impossible to happen to foundation-building monks.

This shows that Master Yin has suffered a great loss of mind over the years.

What made Li Fan even more concerned was that the experimental subjects on Yin Yin Island, as well as many collections that Master Yin originally regarded as treasures, were all destroyed.

But Master Yin didn't care at all.

Or

Those things should have been destroyed by him himself.

Then think of the fire that suddenly appeared on the island, and Master Yin's increasingly bewildered expression.

"He wanted to commit suicide?"

Li Fan's heart moved slightly.

In order to confirm his guess, Li Fan left Tianxuan Mirror and rushed towards Yinyin Island.

When he arrived at his destination, the square building had turned into ruins.

Burned very thoroughly.

Li Fan searched and found nothing of value.

Standing quietly above the ruins, Li Fan frowned.

"Why?"

"Master Yin must have been studying the secrets of the Immortal Miasma these years."

"What exactly did he discover that made him think of committing suicide?"

You know, a monk's desire to survive is a thousand times stronger than that of a mortal.

It is rare to hear of monks committing suicide.

"Did he really commit suicide, or was he forced to commit suicide?"

Master Yin's somewhat crazy speech came to mind: "Aren't you curious? Why can the plague on mere mortals be able to infect immortal cultivators? If we can figure out the source of this mutation, perhaps we can solve the problem of immortals from the source. Miasma! By then, I will be a great existence that the entire world of immortality will remember!"

Li Fan's expression became a little solemn: "I used to think that he was just a foundation-building monk and could not possibly research anything. So I always ignored him."

"I didn't expect that he actually gained something."

"Perhaps, we can focus on taking care of him in the next life."

Li Fan thought to himself.

Looking at the ruins of Yin Yin Island again, Li Fan was about to leave, but suddenly he was slightly startled.

The sea breeze blew by, and a crystal white light suddenly appeared in the scorched black ground.

Li Fan flew close and took out the luminous object.

Something familiar.

A white rib.

It seemed that what Master Yin valued most during his lifetime was the ribs of the first monk infected with the Immortal Miasma.

Lord Yin was reduced to ashes in the blazing flames, but his ribs were actually left intact.

It is said that this is a good thing that many people are fighting for, and it does have some tricks.

Li Fan conveniently stuffed it into the storage ring.

Return to Ten Thousand Immortals Island and ask the Tianxuan Mirror for identification.

But he only got the result of "monk's bones, worth 1 contribution point".

"It seems that this is only valuable among certain groups of people." Li Fan shook his head and put away the ribs again.

Sensing the situation of all the geniuses.

"Xiao Heng still came to Yunshui Tiangong. But he didn't go in for a long time. Instead, he stood outside, looking up at the huge blue building hanging in the sky. I don't know what he was feeling."

"Su Xiaomei and the other three seem to be not far from the ruins of Chaoyuan Sect."

"It's almost harvest time again."

At this time, in Li Fan's dantian, the two robbery bodies have been completely formed.

The phantom of the body robbery in the third round is gradually forming.

"These accommodating cultivations can be transformed without loss after I break through to the Golden Core realm. If I have accumulated enough in the body of robbery, maybe I will break through again as soon as I enter the Golden Core realm."

Li Fan couldn't help but look as happy as an old farmer.

"It's He Zhenghao's place."

"Why has there been no feedback from my cultivation during this period of time?"

The distance is too far, and Wuxiang Killing Machine can no longer sense the opponent's image.

Li Fan thought for a while and sent him a message to ask about the current situation.

But I got an automatic reply: "The garrison is in closed training, unable to reply, sorry."

"So Fellow Daoist He has already entered the garrison?"

Counting the time, it has been almost three years since He Zhenghao took office.

"Jingxuan is really reliable in his work, and his contributions are not in vain."

"After the formation training in Tianyu Prefecture, Cong Yunhai should be gone. Then go directly to Tianyun Prefecture and meet up with Fellow Daoist He."

Just when Li Fan was secretly planning for the future.

Su Xiaomei and her party of three have arrived at Qianli Swamp and the ruins of Chaoyuan Sect.

Finally arriving at the destination, Su Xiaomei looked excitedly at the spectacular buildings not far away, wishing she could rush into the ruins in the next second.

Zhang Haobo was a little confused: "Didn't it say that the ruins attracted many monks to come to explore the secrets? Why is the road so deserted? Where are the people?"

Shuo Feng also frowned: "It's a bit strange. But there's no need to think about it so much. You'll know the truth once you step forward."

When we arrived at the entrance to the Chaoyuanzong ruins, it was not as lively as the rumors said.

Some monks were hesitant, not daring to enter and reluctant to leave.

After some inquiring, they found out why the ruins, which were bustling and lively not long ago, were now like this.

It turned out that just seven days ago, something horrifying happened at the Chaoyuan Sect ruins that the monks had thought were harmless.

A golden elixir monk who came to seek opportunities first disappeared inexplicably.

When he reappeared, everyone found that he had become the same entity as the phantom that appeared from time to time in the ruins.

You can even hear and see him running around the Yuanzong in despair, trying to find a way to change back to his original appearance.

But this golden elixir monk seemed to have gone to another world, and no matter what, he could not interact with the characters in reality.

It is also impossible to leave the scope of the Chaoyuanzong ruins.