My Simulated Longevity

Fisherman and Han Yi stood looking at each other.

A violent energy suddenly descended.

The fisherman's face was calm, and his figure was like a mountain, unmoving.

Even the coir raincoat on his body seemed to have been deposited for thousands of years. In this storm, it always stayed close to the fisherman's body. There was no influence from the outside world at all.

As for Han Yi, a monstrous black evil energy seemed to be surging from the inside out.

Under the cover of this inexplicable energy, the expression on Han Yi's face remained still at the moment he was stared at by the fisherman.

It looked indescribably eerie.

The childish hole disappeared, and cracks appeared on his face like broken porcelain.

The entire body flickered from time to time and disappeared into the billowing black air.

In the blink of an eye, it quietly reappeared.

The change only happens in a short moment.

After one glance, the fisherman put the fish basket originally placed on the ground on his back and strode away in the direction of Cong Yunhai.

As for Han Yi...

The constantly churning black energy suddenly retracted into the old fisherman's body after he left.

But he did not return to normal.

He just stood there quietly and made no other moves.

Like a stone statue that has been here from beginning to end.

His empty eyes stared blankly ahead.

I don’t know how long it took, but an ordinary white bird flew over the stone statue of Han Yi in the sky.

Strange things happened.

Without any warning, the originally healed wounds on the white bird's wings suddenly disintegrated again.

As a result, it suddenly lost its balance, spun several times in the air, and continued to fall.

He was unable to recover until he reached the ground.

He fell directly to death in front of the stone statue of Han Yi.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

In a nearby small town, a group of mortals passed by here chatting and laughing.

As if they couldn't see the statue of Han Yi, they turned a blind eye to him standing in the middle of the road.

He didn't even try to avoid it and just hit him.

What's even more mysterious is that the statue of Han Yi seems to be illusory.

No collision occurs.

The mortals walked right through.

He still looked calm and could not notice anything unusual.

But not long after they moved forward, one of the mortals suddenly covered his chest and turned pale.

Amid everyone's exclamations, he fell to the ground slumped.

Not long after, he died.

These mortals originally planned to go to the mountains not far away to pick some herbs.

Now that such changes have occurred, naturally there is no thought of collecting medicine anymore.

With sobs, they carried the deceased who had suffered a heart attack back.

Another period of time passed.

A monk wearing a blue robe passed over the statue of Han Yi with excitement on his face.

"This time, after a lot of hard work, I finally found the last ingredient. Together with the cauldron of pill furnace that I purchased earlier..."

"This time [Xuanbing Baodan] is almost certain to succeed!"

He murmured in a low voice, his eyes full of anticipation.

One day later, an inconspicuous vision of the fallen monk appeared in the sky above Luo Yanzhou.

The general idea is that a certain monk made a mistake during the alchemy process, causing the furnace to explode.

The elixir was not refined, but he lost his life.

In this day and age, although it is extremely rare for someone to die due to an alchemy explosion, it is not impossible.

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The person who died was just an inconspicuous Jindan monk, and everyone just sighed a few times.

It didn't cause any more trouble.

There are just some changes that happened quietly in Luo Yanzhou.

It is not known to outsiders for the time being.

…

The perspective returns to the old fisherman.

Although he did not fly with the wind, he just walked on the ground with his feet firmly on the ground.

But the speed is extremely fast.

As soon as you step out, the next step is already thousands of miles away.

The figure flashed continuously and continued to move towards Cong Yunhai.

When he arrived at Yuandaozhou, he was only one step away from his destination.

Suddenly, a blue figure stopped in front of him.

"Fellow Taoist, please go back later..."

The fisherman frowned and looked at the other person.

Wearing a blue robe, his hair is gray and his face is wrinkled.

He is aging and seems to be approaching his end.

"Have I met you before?" The fisherman asked, feeling a little unsure.

The blue-robed monk coughed a few times and said in an old voice: "Fellow Taoist is really getting more and more forgetful."

"The last time we met, you could still think of me. Now, can't you even remember who I am?"

"Let me think about it, that was only two hundred years ago."

The fisherman lowered his head and was silent for a moment, seeming to be thinking about the meaning of the old man in blue robe.

Soon after, he shook his head: "I really can't remember."

"But that's okay……"

"You're going to die anyway."

The old fisherman said something to himself.

The old man in blue robe was suddenly stunned.

"Yeah, I'm about to die..." The old man's tone was somewhat sad.

"Are you still going to stop me?" the fisherman asked.

"You have to do what you have to do." Lan Yu answered without any hesitation.

When the fisherman heard this, he didn't talk nonsense.

Stretch out your right hand and grab it forward.

A series of crisscrossing black lines suddenly appeared around the blue-robed old man, like a giant net, surrounding him from all sides.

The old man in blue robe let out a muffled groan and suddenly disappeared.

Only one blue feather was left, emitting bursts of light in the shrinking fishing net.

The next moment, the fishing net shrank and disappeared, returning to the hands of the fisherman.

Just looking at the blue feather in his hand, the fisherman raised his eyebrows, seeming a little surprised.

Immediately, he shook his head slightly without any further entanglement.

Putting Lan Yu in the fish basket behind him, he continued towards Cong Yunhai.

Soon after the fisherman left.

A vague figure reappeared on the scene.

"After I die, I won't care about the flood."

"snort!"

He took a deep look at the fisherman's back and disappeared.

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Qingyun Prefecture is two states away from Luoyan Prefecture.

The moment his prying perspective disappeared, Li Fan already knew something was wrong.

The reaction was also very quick, and he immediately took out from the cave a [Statue of the Revealed Heavenly Lord] that was previously given by the Five Elders Association.

It's not the one with five faces and ten hands who can get in touch with the [Wu Shu Yuan].

Instead, it is a statue with downcast eyebrows and a compassionate expression, representing Ashoka.

The statue has only one function, and that is to protect the sea of ​​consciousness from collapsing after it receives a fatal blow.

The effect is also extremely significant.

As if someone had hit him hard on the head, Li Fan suddenly felt a roar in his mind.

Thousands of double images appeared in the scene in front of me, and they were still shaking.

Suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood, Li Fan subconsciously protected his head with his hands.

Even the body protection charging progress of [Huan Zhen] dropped by 5%.

Fortunately, he only suffered minor injuries and his life was not in danger after all.

In the heavenly realm within the body, the power of the five elements flows.

Li Fan recovered his energy in an instant.