Chapter 363 Li Fan Is Against His Will Again

"What? The Jiaxu base is out of supplies, on the brink of life and death, and urgently needs reinforcements?"

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

"You actually let a group of mages take risks in person, what a bunch of bastards!"

"There is a new maze blocking the way? No wonder..."

"You are lucky to be able to escape from such a maze."

"Alas, what a pity. The speed is a little slow, and there is not much life left."

...

Amid the constant exclamations of the blue-shirted monk named Hao Hui, Li Fan roughly told him about his experience along the way.

Except for hiding some details in the stone maze that may be related to the Heavenly Doctor, the rest are all true to the facts without any exaggeration.

After learning what Li Fan did, looking at the white-haired, exhausted, but extremely calm monk in front of him.

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

Such a noble monk is extremely rare even in the entire Wanxian League.

His face was solemn, and he said softly: "Daoyou, rest assured. I will send someone to the Jiaxu stronghold immediately, and I will definitely not let you down for your desperate request for help."

Li Fan coughed lightly and nodded slightly.

What should be done has been done, and it is obvious that the condition of this body can no longer withstand the tossing.

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

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 world. Although I can take some longevity treasures, my current situation is somewhat similar to that of Jicheng Xianzun. Both are about to reach the end of their lives. The effect of longevity may not be as good as imagined."

"Even if I don't have much time to live, I may not be unable to achieve my planned goals."

...

Just when Li Fan closed his eyes and thought.

In front of the Broken Palm Immortal City, there is a secret place facing the Chizha Abyss.

Countless demonic sounds gushed out from the abyss of nothingness not far away, and after passing through a gap, they were infused into the space here without any obstruction.

It was as if the unspeakable sound from the deepest layer of purgatory kept echoing and raging here.

The powerful and pure demonic sound seemed to affect even the structure of space.

One after another, distorted and terrifying faces were constantly formed here.

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

He couldn't see his face clearly, but his figure was strange, like a wavy river, constantly flashing.

The demonic sound that ordinary monks were afraid of seemed to have no effect on him at all.

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

The figure swayed and the face disappeared.

But he was always calm.

Suddenly, he waved his hand.

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

The demonic sound suddenly became smaller.

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

His body swayed even more violently.

"Shaojun."

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

He told him what he had just seen.

A moment later.

"Is this true?" Shang Shaojun's tone was a little doubtful.

"According to my observation, Li Fan did not lie. Moreover, his life span was almost completely devoured by the Yuan-devouring White Mist."

"I'm afraid if he was a little slower that day, it would be hard to say whether he could survive."

"I confirmed with Ji Hongdao before I came here. There is no problem with Li Fan's identity."

"There are indeed traces of the emergence of a new maze on the path to the Jiaxu base."

"But now it has retreated back to the depths of the white mist. It should be just an isolated incident."

The black-robed monk replied.

Shang Shaojun was silent for a while after hearing this.

"Such a touching story, of course the more people know about it the better."

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

"You go and do it."

After a moment, Shang Shaojun spoke slowly.

The black-robed monk nodded.

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

"Hmm?"

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

"When can he be let down?"

"I guess if this goes on, the kid won't be able to hold on."

"Although it's acting, the [Demon Whip] is absolutely real."

The black-robed monk said carefully, fearing that he would anger the person in front of him.

Shang Shaojun did not blame him: "Originally, he was asked to spread rumors deliberately in order to rectify the atmosphere in the Immortal Fortress."

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

"Let him go tomorrow."

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

The black-robed monk showed a happy expression and said, "Thank you, Shaojun."

Then he quietly disappeared in the secret room.

The conversation just now seemed to be just a trivial episode for Shang Shaojun.

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

His body began to sway and drift again.

...

With the help of Shang Shaojun, in just half a day, Li Fan's desperate request for help spread throughout the Eternal Immortal Fortress.

Some people did not believe it, and some were deeply moved.

As He Chen and other monks trapped in Jiaxu were taken back and investigated.

The authenticity of the incident was also confirmed.

Although there are still a few monks who stubbornly believe that all this is a self-directed and self-acted play.

But the vast majority chose to believe it.

While everyone sighed and admired Li Fan's righteousness, they also felt sorry for him who only had a few decades left to live.

And Li Fan himself, after welcoming waves of people who came to visit him, finally ushered in a rare quiet time.

"After some recuperation, I have barely adapted to this aging body now."

"Although I can transform into a young appearance, it is obviously not as eye-catching as it is now."

The first reverse training of the Dao Heart ended perfectly, and the growth of the soul made Li Fan taste the marrow.

So, Li Fan prepared to start the second reverse training plan.

"My original intention was to just go through with the Tianxuan Locking Spirit Competition and pretend to do it."

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

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

"To popularize the Tianxuan Locking Spirit, I'll burn every bit of my strength thoroughly."

"I'll never stop until I die."

Just thinking about this, Li Fan felt goose bumps all over his body.

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

He walked out of the room with slow and firm steps.