Fantasy: I, The Longevity Body, Have Survived Ten Generations Of Geniuses

"senior!"

Ye Fan left the cave and returned to the White Emperor's retreat with some frustration.

"What's going on? Your Foundation Building didn't succeed?"

White Emperor opened his eyes, a little surprised.

He had already checked Ye Fan's condition.

Foundation Building shouldn’t be difficult, so how could it fail?

"Junior Foundation Building is indeed not successful! I seem to have entered the thirteenth floor of Qi Refining now!"

"What?"

The White Emperor raised his eyebrows, with a hint of astonishment on his face.

"Come closer and I'll help you take a look."

"yes."

Ye Fan walked closer, and White Emperor grabbed his left wrist again, input a spiritual power and began to check the condition of his body.

"I didn't expect that this kid is really..."

After a long time, White Emperor put down Ye Fan's wrist, his eyes flickering.

"There are good and bad aspects to this matter!"

There was a trace of reminiscence on White Emperor's face.

"It is said that in ancient times, the Qi Refining period did not only have twelve floors, but 247 had thirteen floors, fourteen floors, or even more."

"At that time, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was extremely abundant, and people's life span was also relatively long."

"People don't have to rush to advance to the next level to increase their longevity. Therefore, when cultivating disciples, major forces will use some special secret techniques or use some kind of heaven-defying spiritual objects.

Deliberately allowing the talent that I have carefully cultivated to be able to polish for a longer period of time during the Qi Refining period to polish the roots even more firmly. "

"One of the ways is to let the genius in the sect advance to the thirteenth level of Qi Refining, or even a higher level of Qi Refining."

"However, in the Middle Ages, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth began to become scarce, and this method was gradually abandoned by the world."

"After all, a person's lifespan is limited. If he uses this method to cultivate his disciples, not only will it consume too much resources, but it is also very likely that these disciples will not be able to advance to high-level monks. joke."

Having said this, White Emperor glanced at Ye Fan with a complicated look.

"I see that your bone age is not over fifty, so this is not a bad thing."

"Senior, the disciple is indeed not over fifty yet, but with such a delay, we don't know when we will be able to get out of the abyss. The disciple is worried that by the time the disciple succeeds in Foundation Building, all his relatives around him will be gone..."

Ye Fan said with a grimace.

"It doesn't matter. Although you are not Foundation Building now, your strength must be above that of ordinary Foundation Building monks. You also have Primordial Origin spiritual root, so you should be able to get out of the abyss."

"However, you'd better wake up your master and ask him about the specific way to get out of the abyss."

"Although I have some guesses, I haven't tried it before, so you'd better ask your master.

White Emperor said with twinkling eyes.

"Senior, please dare!"

Ye Fan nodded and ducked into the Void Tower.

After a stick of incense, his figure appeared in the outside world again.

"How's it going? Have you arrived?"

White Emperor looked over with expectant eyes.

"I asked, but I have to give it a try to know if it is feasible. After all, the junior's cultivation level is still a bit low. The master only tried to escape from the abyss once after he was promoted to Nascent Soul. But the master said I am Primordial Origin, and I may create miracles.

Ye Fan pondered.

"That's great!" White Emperor's face beamed with joy, "When the time comes, you can take me out with you!"

"good!"

While the two were talking, wind suddenly surged from the southeast, and dark clouds began to gather in this area.

"Hey, your little Taoist companion is going to Infant Formation!"

White Emperor's expression changed slightly, he grabbed Ye Fan's arm and led him quickly away from the place.

"Nangong Xuefu is going to condense Nascent Soul?"

Ye Fan took a breath.

This little girl has only been in seclusion for a few months, and she has already caused a catastrophe?

It is indeed Heavenly Spirit Root!

"Ye Fan, please observe carefully. You will also encounter the same disaster when you enter Infant Formation in the future."

White Emperor took Ye Fan thousands of miles away and stopped at the top of a tall mountain.

"Um."

Ye Fan nodded slightly and looked up at the dark clouds in the sky.

"How terrible!"

At this time, there was lightning and thunder in the sky, and it looked like a doomsday scene with black clouds covering the city.

Ye Fan was inevitably a little worried, fearing that Nangong Xuefu would not be able to withstand the power of the catastrophe.

"Had I known it, I would have given her a few more Law Treasures and let her refine them in advance, so that she could at least resist for a while.

Ye Fan really doesn't know what means Nangong Xuefu has to resist the catastrophe.

After all, he had been worried about his inability to build the Foundation in time, so he didn't notice anything else.

"Ye Fan, you don't need to worry too much. The strength of your little Taoist monk is far beyond that of ordinary Core Formation monks. She will definitely be able to survive the catastrophe smoothly."

White Emperor smiled and said.

"Senior, Nangong Xuefu is the master of my sect, not my Taoist companion."

Ye Fan quickly corrected him so that White Emperor wouldn't let it slip in the future and Nangong Xuefu would misunderstand.

"Hey, you two juniors can't deceive me! The way you look at each other is full of tenderness and affection. Don't think that I can't see it.

"Senior, I misunderstood! Fairy Xuefu and I..."

Ye Fan was about to explain a few more words when there was a sudden "boom" in the sky and a thunderbolt fell.

"The catastrophe has begun!?"

Ye Fan quickly turned around and looked over, only to see a slender blue tribulation thunder falling straight down, arriving in the valley where Nangong Xuefu was retreating almost instantly.

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