my simulation longevity

Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Zhao Er shuddered, and subconsciously wanted to resist.

But after thinking about the opponent's unfathomable strength, he still succumbed.

Feeling the cold eyes swimming on his body, Zhao Er said with a mournful face, "Okay, senior!"

Then pinched a trick.

The rock pillar rose rumblingly from the bottom of the sea, and Zhao Er was dejected: "Senior, please!"

With that said, he walked in along the stairs in the center of the rock pillar.

Li Fan glanced around with his spiritual sense.

After studying the jade slips for more than a year, he is no longer ignorant of formations.

There are only a few simple water-repelling and dust-cleaning magic circles in this rock pillar, and there are no traces of offensive magic circles.

However, Li Fan did not lower his vigilance, he still activated a body protection talisman, and then followed behind and walked in.

Obviously, Li Fan was worrying too much.

The inside of this rock pillar can be said to be very simple.

Most of them are storage rooms for collections.

Zhao Er led Li Fan to a fairly spacious room.

There is a large table in the middle, on which there seems to be a miniature model of Cong Yunhai.

"Senior, sit down."

Zhao Er muttered and spoke with difficulty.

Li Fan sat down leisurely, looked at Zhao Er with a pale face, and said, "Is it me who asks each one, or do you tell the truth yourself?"

Zhao Er opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but only showed a smile uglier than crying: "Senior, I don't know what to explain?"

Li Fan snorted coldly, and activated the magic power of binding insects again.

Zhao Er was immediately restrained again.

Controlling the blue flame phantom, a chill visible to the naked eye spread from the ground, slowly crawling onto Zhao Er like an ice blue poisonous snake.

In an instant, Zhao Er's lower limbs were frozen by blue ice crystals.

"I don't know, with your cultivation base, if your body can recover after being shattered into ice slag." Li Fan said curiously.

There was a hint of fear in Zhao Er's eyes, but soon, he forcibly suppressed it.

There is no sign of begging for mercy at all, and it seems rather death than surrender.

Li Fan could also see that Zhao Er did not seem to be pretending.

"Interesting." Li Fan smiled, grabbed Zhao Er, and went to the storage room next door.

Zhao Er's eyes suddenly became frightened.

"Oh, the things here seem to be really good. You must have wasted a lot of effort collecting them." Li Fan lightly stroked these objects that seemed to be some years old.

"boom!"

But when he was touching a porcelain bowl, he threw it on the ground.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I'm so sorry. I broke it if I didn't pay attention." Li Fan said regretfully.

"boom!"

Another piece of porcelain was broken.

Zhao Er's eyes were filled with monstrous anger, and he stared at Li Fan.

Seems to kill him.

However, along with the fragile ancient objects in the room, one piece after another was destroyed.

Zhao Er's eyes also gradually changed from fierce to heartbroken, from heartache to flustered.

From panic to begging for mercy.

Li Fan didn't intend to stop at all.

Lead him to walk through the rooms inside the rock pillar, and in front of Zhao Er, destroy all his collections for several years in an instant.

Looking at the debris all over the floor, Zhao Er's eyes were full of despair.

As soon as his body relaxed and regained control of his body, Zhao Er rushed forward, crying loudly.

The crying was loud, and the heartbroken look was really unbearable to watch.

Zhao Er cried and cried, but suddenly found that the fragments in his hand were gone.

He was still under control, in the original room.

It turned out that everything that happened just now was just an illusion!

The mood was extremely reversed, with great joy and great sorrow, Zhao Er almost couldn't lift it up in one breath.

The restraints on the body disappeared, and Zhao Er fell to the ground.

He just felt weak all over, but he struggled and ran to the storage room next door, and saw that those beloved collections were still intact.

I couldn't help crying with joy, but the crying was even worse.

In Zhao Er's eyes, the hallucination just now was ten thousand times more terrifying than the most terrifying nightmare.

He never wants to go through it again!

"Now do you want to know what to explain?" A nightmare-like voice sounded beside his ears, and Zhao Er trembled all over, feeling that the other party's tricks of manipulating people's hearts were too terrifying!

"Say it, I'll tell it all!" He trembled and said repeatedly.

I'm afraid that Li Fan will really destroy all his collections.

The two returned one after the other, Li Fan was sitting, and Zhao Er was obediently standing aside.

Zhao Er opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

After a long time, Zhao Er said tremblingly: "Junior Zhao Erbao, a local monk in Cong Yunhai. He is 68 years old this year..."

Li Fan's face darkened, and he interrupted him quickly: "Who wants to explain this? I'm asking you, what's the use of these things you collected."

"Where is the place you mentioned?"

"Why don't you use storage or transfer, but have to use the flying boat to move up and down by yourself?"

Every time he said a word, Zhao Erbao's body shook accordingly.

After Li Fan finished asking, Zhao Erbao said with a bitter face, "Senior is really powerful, and I can't hide anything from you."

He paused, as if organizing his words.

After a while, Fang faltered and said again: "The reason why this junior spends his whole life collecting these ancient relics is because I discovered a secret when I was just a mortal."

"Secret?" Li Fan looked at Zhao Erbao with interest, waiting for his next words.

Zhao Erbao nodded: "The younger generation's family has been in the antique business for generations. I have been fascinated by it since I was a child, and I have also been interested in these antiques salvaged from the deep sea since I was a child."

"Perhaps because of my talent, I can always easily distinguish which are genuine antiques and which are imitations."

"So, the family gradually let me take over all the identification work. I can also come into contact with a large number of ancient relics every day."

"That's why I faintly discovered this secret hidden in the dust of history."

"Cong Yunhai, it seems that there used to be a lost civilization."

Zhao Erbao's expression became serious, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was remembering something.

"The style of the antiquities to which this civilization belongs is extremely special, and there is a clear boundary difference from those of Cong Yunhai's other eras."

"These ancient relics stored in the base of this junior belong to this civilization."

Li Fan nodded slowly: "What's so special about this civilization? I think these things are old, but they seem to be mere mortal things. They shouldn't be of much use to you, a Qi-refining cultivator."

"These things themselves are indeed of little value. What is really valuable is what is attached to them." Zhao Erbao said.

"Senior, do you know that there are ruins of buildings everywhere on the bottom of Congyun?"

Zhao Erbao changed the topic, but asked suddenly.

(End of this chapter)