I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

"I am too strong to die ()"

Whizzing--

In the dense virgin forest, black shadows passed quickly between the giant trees and shrubs, bang! A black shadow suddenly stopped, landed on all fours, and sniffed violently against the ground.

"how?"

A black-robed man also stopped beside the shadow, his eyes scanned the surroundings carefully, trying to find some clues.

Hei Ying raised his head when he heard the words, a pair of beast eyes with vertical pupils were full of excitement, and he said excitedly:

"Captain! It should be in this area. I caught a hint of aura that was about to dissipate. It was the fluctuation of the swallowing gourd!"

The man in black robe was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that just asking casually would really yield results. During this period of time, he was under too much pressure, and his spirit was a little dazed. He recovered in an instant, and quickly took out a pitch-black jade pendant and crushed it.

There are thousands of the same search teams, dense forests, sky, rivers and lakes, deep underground, this boundless and vast mountain range, there are black robes everywhere, it can be said that they are digging three feet into the ground.

At the moment when the jade pendant was crushed, all the people in black robes were stagnant, and then they turned into one after another and began to shrink and converge.

Tick ​​tock!

Deep underground, in the natural stalactite cave, water droplets drip from time to time, and ripples ripple in the deep pool.

On the edge of the pool, Bai Jiange sat cross-legged in the isolation formation. Even if he was chased by the black robes, his white robe and white hair were still spotless, with two long swords, one white and one green, on his waist, and his legs were still horizontal. There was a long sword that was blood-red all over, and the blade was lingering with the breath of killing, death and destruction.

Beside Bai Jiange stood a huge gourd, the whole body was pitch black, the dense inscriptions were strangely twisted, the black mist lingered, and nine golden talisman papers were pasted on the gourd.

Bai Jiange, who was meditating and practising, suddenly opened his eyes, the endless sword intent rolling in the depths of his eyes, and the sword lines on his eyebrows were shining.

The vigilance formation he set up was triggered. Although this stalactite cave is located in the deepest depths of the earth, the thick rock layers isolate the exploration of the divine sense, but with the dog noses of those black-robed people, it will be touched sooner or later.

He glanced hesitantly at the pitch-black gourd next to him, he knew that the man in black robe followed him through this gourd, but unfortunately the gourd was indestructible, so he could return it to the man in black robe so easily, and he was not happy.

Although he had killed thousands of people in black robes with the use of the holy weapon in the Battle of the Secret Realm, it was not enough. Since he had done it, he would have to pay the price.

Moreover, in this gourd, there are also the souls of the fellow daoists who entered the secret realm together. The black robes are so eager to chase after them, I am afraid that there are not only the souls of those fellow daoists in it, so it is even more impossible to give up this gourd.

Bai Jiange's eyes gradually became sharper, and he stroked the blood-red long sword on his leg, faintly letting out bursts of sword sounds.

...

After seven days.

Bai Donglin sat cross-legged in a cave, holding the thunder and fire beads in both hands, the terrifying thunder and fire wrapped around him, and the ground was full of bottles and cans.

He has been in the Wulan Mountains for a few days, and went to the secret realm first, but unfortunately he didn't find any clues except for the ruins, and he was still unsure whether that Jianxiu was the second brother.

The Wulan Mountains are too huge and spread over several large states. Looking for someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack, and it is not certain whether that sword cultivator is still in the Wulan Mountains. He can only go out and touch it every now and then Luck, practicing most of the time.

Bai Donglin stopped practicing and opened his eyes, frowning slightly, why did he suddenly feel uneasy?

With his current cultivation base and extremely high soul realm, naturally he will not be uneasy for no reason, and there must be a reason for the whim.

He got up and walked outside the cave, looking up at the sky, could it be that something happened to the second brother?

groan!

A sword groan suddenly sounded, and when he looked intently, he saw a sword light cut through the sky and shot directly at him at a very fast speed.

Clang!

The long sword was inserted into the hard rock three feet in front of Bai Donglin, buzzing softly, Bai Donglin's expression changed, and his breath leaked.

Countless cracks were pressed out of the surrounding rock walls.

"Yudu Sword!"

He raised his hand and picked up the long sword. There were many gaps on the white jade-like sword body. The sword body vibrated slightly and let out an eager scream. Yes, this is indeed the second brother's sword, Yudu. I didn't expect this sword to be so effective. Spirit, you can ask him for help through the breath of blood!

"Very good! You are very good!"

"Good Jian'er, lead the way, let's save the second brother!"

The gray fog rolled fiercely in Bai Donglin's Divine Sea, and the soul in the center of the cross-legged opened his eyes, and the word "devil" in the depths of his eyes was crimson and dazzling. When the streamer turned, the soul was covered in a black robe, and the black mist lingered all over his body.

groan! Yudujian let out an excited jing cry, Bai Donglin held the long sword, stepped out and disappeared, rumbling! The mountain where the cave was located suddenly crumbled into a pile of rubble.

...

"kill!"

"Kill this person! Take back the swallowing gourd!"

Bai Jiange stood in the void, holding a scarlet long sword and carrying a huge spirit-devouring gourd. Killing intent boiled in his eyes, and endless sword intent lingered around his body.

He slashed forward casually, the dense blood-red lines smashed the space, and a group of people in black robes who could not dodge were chopped into pieces. Bai Jiange's attention was not on these Primordial Spirit cultivators, and his eyes were locked in the distance. Several figures in the void.

"Hand over the swallowing gourd."

"Your strength is really good, but how many swords can you swing with your holy weapon long sword?"

Bai Jiange was silent, fighting fiercely for a long time, retreating while fighting, even his sword jade was blown away, these black robes seemed to be killing endlessly, and what made him even more cautious were the few monks who vaguely surrounded him. .

They were all in the realm of the law, which was beyond his expectations. At the beginning of the battle in the secret realm, there were no masters of the realm of law among them.

At first, taking advantage of their carelessness, they urged a long sword in their hands to kill a cultivator of the Dharma Phase Realm, but now they have learned to be smart, hiding aside and letting their subordinates consume him.

The long sword in his mind sensed, this holy weapon called "Ren Tu", which he got from the secret realm, which contained the supreme killing sword intent of returning to the great power.

It is a pity that in the first battle of the Secret Realm, plus the consumption just now, there is not much of the Supreme Sword Intent, and it is estimated that it can be fully motivated once.

We have to find an opportunity to break through, otherwise it will be difficult to be kind today.

His left hand caressed the green long sword around his waist, and his eyes flashed with determination. I, Bai Jiange, would never die in such a place!

"Sword Intent River Three Thousand Flowing Fireflies!"

groan!

The endless sword intent rose into the sky, and the large clouds were smashed to pieces, and countless cracks appeared in the void!

Many people in black robes looked terrified, and they stepped back again and again, and the cultivators who were watching from a distance also showed shock on their faces.

how is this possible? Why does he have so much sword intent? Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator can comprehend a sword intent and burn high incense!

And the sword intent erupted by the white-haired man in front of him, they can sense more than a dozen kinds, four seasons, life and death, destruction, killing, yin and yang, light and dark...

What kind of monster sword repair is this?

Of course they don't know that Bai Jiange has fused hundreds of "Sword Intent Seeds" in the secret realm, completely breaking the iron law that a sword cultivator can only fuse one "Sword Intent Seed"!

Countless terrifying sword intents formed a long river of sword intents, smashing the Qi machine locked on Bai Jiange's body, wrapped in Bai Jiange like a teleportation, and instantly approached a cultivator of the Law Phase Realm. Fully motivated!

A strong and disgusting smell of blood permeated, and the supreme killing sword intent from the Great Sword Cultivator of the Chaos Ancient Period instantly locked the monk in the Faxiang Realm, making him stiff and unable to move.

"cut!"

A crimson light pierced through the sky, slid across the body of the immobilized Dharma cultivator, and instantly turned into nothingness.

Bai Jiange didn't stop after killing a dharma cultivator. He was wrapped in the river of sword intent and quickly fled away. The supreme sword intent in the human slaughter had been exhausted, and he had to rely on himself.

With his current strength, he can't beat even a dharma cultivator, not to mention that there are three other dharma cultivators.

Although he has comprehended many sword intents, he is still very immature, and his cultivation has only broken through the Primordial Spirit Realm not long ago.

Bai Jiange flew away for a moment, then suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the dense black inscriptions suspended in the void.

These black-robed people don't know when they have set up a ban formation here, the sky and the ground are blocked by the formation, and it is impossible to forcibly break the formation for a while.

Turning around, looking at the man in black robe who was not in a hurry or slowly, Bai Jiange's eyes boiled again with murderous intent, and his long white hair danced like crazy snakes.

In the dantian of the Qi Sea, nine sword-shaped primordial places of different colors swirled and danced in circles, and at the same time issued a pleasant sword sound!