I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

"I am too strong to die ()"

"Why didn't you run away?"

The leader of the dharma cultivator had a gloomy face. They were tens of thousands of cultivators and five dharma cultivators, besieging a sword cultivator in the primordial spirit realm, and they actually damaged so many people.

Even the monks of the law were killed two!

Although it was all because of that holy weapon long sword, his eyes swept across the swallowing gourd behind Bai Jiange, his expression softened slightly, as long as the swallowing gourd can be recovered, these losses are still acceptable.

These Qianyuan cultivators are now like mice, and it is becoming more and more difficult to hunt them down. These 100,000 True Spirits are not a small number, which can save them a lot of time.

What they lack now is time!

Bai Jiange looked at the people who were staring at them, and suddenly showed a smile, caressed the long sword around his waist with his left hand, and said slowly:

"Since you are reluctant to leave, then kill you all!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a sword cry in the sea of ​​​​air, and a golden sword-shaped primordial body circled and flew out of the body, and instantly merged into the human slaughter.

groan!

The sound of sword chants sounded, Rentu emitted a dazzling red light, Bai Jiange's momentum rose, and in an instant, it was close to the great perfection of Yuanshen Realm.

The three dharma cultivators and many people in black robes were all stunned. Bai Jiange was indeed the most amazing and brilliant sword cultivator they had ever seen. Yuanshen Realm is great.

Not even a lot of people in black robes, let alone three dharma monks, they dared to speak madly and kill them all.

Everyone felt that Bai Jiange was crazy. A dharma cultivator gave a wink, and several black-robed figures flickered. Bai Jiange was about to be dealt with. At this moment, a jingle sounded again.

I saw that another sword-shaped primordial placenta flew out of Bai Jiange's body and merged into the slaughter. Bai Jiange's momentum climbed a lot again.

This time everyone was stunned, and even the few black-robed men who were preparing to raid were stunned.

what's the situation? How could he have two primaries?

Without giving everyone more time to think about it, a sword-shaped primordial body flew out one after another, a total of nine, all integrated into the human slaughter.

A terrifying sword intent pierced the sky!

The human slaughter was like a red crystal, swallowing the scarlet sword glow, and the surrounding space was cut into fine cracks by the sword glow.

Baijiange and white robes are hunting, every strand of white hair overflows with sword light, and the sword lines on the eyebrows are shining brightly. If you don't have enough cultivation, you can be blinded at a glance, and the eyes with infinite sword intent are swept away indifferently. Looking at the crowd, he said with an expressionless face:

"You want to kill me?"

The three dharma cultivators came back to their senses, all this happened between the electric light and flint, restraining the shock in their eyes, and said in a difficult voice:

"Evil! It's a monster! Everyone obeys orders and kills this person at all costs!"

Unconsciously, the Dharma cultivator has shifted his target. At this time, the swallowing gourd is no longer important. If this kind of evil sword cultivator grows up, it will be a disaster for them in the black underworld!

Even if this person has already burned the primordial fetus, but this kind of enchanting monster is not a generation of monstrous luck, and it is not that there is no possibility of restoring the foundation of Taoism. Only by completely destroying its true spirit can it be foolproof!

"kill!"

The three dharma cultivators no longer hesitated, with a huge dharma floating behind them, breaking through the void and rushing up in an instant!

Thousands of people in black robes followed, and many monks even burned their primordial embryos, looking frantic.

"No Heaven, No Land, No Self, No Sword, Returning Ruins Sword Art!"

boom!

The endless sword lights poured out, Bai Jiange's figure shuttled quickly in the sea of ​​sword lights, and every sword light seemed to be his incarnation.

A sword was cut out, and groups of people in black robes were cut into nothingness by the sword glow.

I have to admit that the strength of Bai Jiange at this time is no longer under the law, and as a sword cultivator, his killing ability is even more terrifying, and even they can't see through the swordsmanship displayed.

snort! A dharma cultivator snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and took out the dharma from behind,

A radiant giant bow appeared in his hand, and when the giant bow was drawn, countless energies converged into arrows, and an inexplicable energy instantly locked Bai Jiange.

Bai Jiange, who was mowing the grass, jumped in his heart, and quickly flashed his figure many times, but he still felt a force of Qi locked on him.

call out!

The white light flashed, and a crack appeared in the void. The light arrow condensed by countless energies had appeared in front of him. Bai Jiange's pupils shrank violently.

At the place of the encounter, a pitch-black void appeared silently, and a terrifying shock wave shot out in the next instant, and many unlucky people in black robes were directly shot to death by the aftermath of Jianmang!

boom!

Bai Jiange was pressed down into the void by the terrifying force, and a big pit was smashed into the ground. A ray of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. At the moment of the confrontation, he stabbed thousands of swords and was able to block the arrow. It is the realm of law, and its strength is really terrifying.

The dharma monk holding a treasured bow in the void stepped forward, and a large hole was stepped out of the void, and his body shone with light. He drew the huge treasured bow again, his eyes were cold, and he locked onto the white sword song in the big pit.

The other two dharma cultivators moved the magic art, the dharma figurine behind them shone with golden light, a nine-storey pagoda, carrying the might of the sky, smashed into the big pit, a purple thunderball, floating ups and downs in the purple thunder sea, one after another thick The purple beam of light is lasing out!

Bai Jiange in the big pit stood up straight, and he remained calm in the face of the terrifying attack by the dharma cultivator.

"First Appearance Blade Storm!"

got windy!

The boundless sword light domain transformed by the Guixu Sword Art was instantly activated and merged with the countless sword intents inspired by Bai Jiange, forming a huge vortex storm connecting the heavens and the earth in an instant!

Bai Jiange's eyes are vigilant. This move is a move that even he can't fully grasp. Hundreds of sword intents are madly sputtering in the storm whirlpool, colliding and merging with each other. Change in control!

This move, the enemy is indistinguishable!

The sword light storm is getting bigger and bigger, all kinds of rays of light flicker in its center, and an inexplicable fluctuation is faintly heard. The three dharma monks in the void can't stand still, and a terrifying suction force is holding them tightly, and they are far away from the storm. So close, almost in the storm, that even their attacks were pulled by the whirlpool.

Bai Jiange's face changed, his figure flickered, and he quickly moved away from the storm. Many people in black robes also turned their heads and ran!

Great sound.

The void starts from the core of the storm, and disappears silently. The sword light storm explodes in an instant, and the dense space cracks spread open. All the black-robed people who are swept by the aftermath are directly turned into nothingness, and even the true spirit is destroyed. Even the banning formation here was destroyed by the aftermath in the blink of an eye.

not good! The faces of the three dharma cultivators in the void changed wildly, urging the dharma to wrap their bodies in an instant, burst out with all their strength, and shot into the distance, trying their best to get rid of the engulfing of the storm.

Boom!

After a long time, a loud noise came, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and the void was shattered. The space of this small world is really too fragile.

Even if the Jianmang storm erupted in the void, a huge pothole was blown out on the ground, reaching a depth of 1000 feet!

Click!

One arm crossed the soil layer, and Bai Jiange climbed out of the ruins, her face was pale, her breath was weak, her long white hair was messy, and her white robe was stained.

Bai Jiange's brows were slightly wrinkled, and he was about to run his True Essence to clean up the filth, but found that his body was clean, the sea of ​​qi was broken, and there was no trace of True Essence, and he couldn't help showing helplessness.

He got up and sat down slowly against the rock, looking calmly at the men in black robes who were slowly surrounding him. After a while, three embarrassed figures fell from the void, their robes were tattered and their faces were pale. It was the three dharma monks. .

The three of them were the closest to Jianmang Storm, and even if they tried their best to avoid them, they were still not lightly injured.

There are more than 10,000 people in black robes, and now there are only about 2,000 dead, and only three of the five dharma monks are left, and they are seriously injured.

Everyone stared at the white-robed sword cultivator leaning on the rock with vigilant eyes, as if this was not a sword cultivator in the primordial spirit realm, but a vicious beast that would choose and devour people!

Bai Jiange, who has reached the limit, gently stroked the green long sword in his arms, looked up at the sky, and let his eyes go blank.

Bai Jiange retracted his gaze and looked at the slowly approaching people, his eyes gradually became indifferent.

You want my soul to be true, right?

Then give it to you!

Bai Jiange's thoughts sink into the depths of Yuanshen. At the core of his soul, an invisible and intangible long sword is like a lively fish, flying around a little real spirit. Bai Jiange's thoughts slowly probe towards the long sword. .

The chapped lips slowly opened, and the voice was harsh and cold.

"Final Sword..."