I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

"I am too strong to die ()"

Bai Donglin stopped the self-destruction in his body, and his state returned to fullness between his breaths. He sat cross-legged in the hall of Yuta, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

The trip to the ancient world has finally ended. In the past two or three years, he was either killing or being killed, but he was exhausted!

But thinking about the huge gains from this trip and the skyrocketing strength, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Although the Holy Sect is comfortable and stable, there is no such great progress, but the countless resources in the Bracelet of Extreme Dao and Death Omen are enough for him to cultivate in the Holy Sect with peace of mind for a long time.

Bai Donglin restrained the smile in his eyes, his spiritual sense poured out, the light in the hall no longer flickered, and all the surviving monks had been brought back.

There are only more than 2,000 disciples left now. He sensed a few familiar auras in the crowd. It was Shen Wuque and Su Qishengqing. The surviving disciples looked exhausted and their auras became stronger. A lot of condensed, introverted edge, and a lot of mature temperament, it seems that everyone's cultivation realm has improved a lot.

Suffering is indeed a shortcut to progress.

In addition to the surviving disciples, there is a large group of unowned pole bracelets suspended in the air of the hall. The origin of this bracelet is extraordinary, and the holy sect wants to recycle it, but the number of bracelets in the air is far from the number of dead disciples.

Bai Donglin looked slightly embarrassed. Most of the cultivators of the holy sect died at the hands of the black robe, and the black robe was almost taken away by him. The booty of the black robe was naturally in his pocket. Those bracelets He has already been integrated into his pole bracelet.

With a thought, the scarlet bracelet on the wrist slowly merged into the soul, keeping a low profile and making a fortune is the kingly way!

"Brother Bai."

"Hahaha, Brother Bai, what a coincidence, you didn't die either, I didn't expect that I didn't die either!"

Bai Donglin smiled and shook his head, I am afraid that I will scare you to death if I tell you the number of times I died, Sheng Qing still looks enthusiastic, Shen Wu Que is still so stinky, the two sat opposite Bai Donglin, and began to have Chatted without a word.

This time, after staying in Yuta for a long time, the other disciples did not know why, but Bai Donglin knew in his heart that at this time, the outside world was probably engaged in a war that would destroy the world!

In the blink of an eye, three days passed, and finally there was a change in the Yuta hall. A burst of light flickered. Bai Donglin and others were released from Yuta and appeared in a hall.

Bai Donglin looked around, this familiar atmosphere was exactly where they left the Holy Sect, and they finally came back. Everyone felt relaxed and had a feeling of the rest of their lives.

The tower master Yuta and the temple master of the Eternal Palace stood on the stand, and behind them stood the four masters of Fengshui and Fire, all looking at everyone with complicated eyes.

What happened in the ancient world, as well as Moruo's plan, have spread throughout the Qianyuan world, and countless forces were in an uproar, and even alarmed the ancestors.

The ancestor even passed down a decree, and for a while, the head of Qianyuan Realm was rolling, and all those who participated in the Moro plan were beheaded, and dozens of people were beheaded by Gui Daren!

It has been tens of millions of years since Emperor Mingyu released the news of 'Cang', and Moruo's plan was implemented 20 million years ago. No abnormality was found by them.

The time span is really too big. The two worlds only meet once every tens of thousands of years. Time has become the best cover for Moro's plan!

snort! The guy Mingyu Emperor is not a good thing, everything is pushed by him secretly, and Moruo is just his pawn.

Thinking of the way he had dealt with Emperor Mingyu and the ancient world, the coldness in Tong Xiao's eyes became a bit more intense, he suppressed the depression in his heart, and slowly opened his mouth and said to everyone in the hall:

"It's hard work everyone this time."

"The Holy Sect will not ignore your efforts. As for the disciples who died in vain, the Holy Sect will also help them get justice!"

"In a few days, the compensation from the holy sect will be distributed to you through the pole bracelet."

"Everyone, go back and rest!"

Many disciples offered their hands to salute,

At the same time, he communicated with the bracelet, opened the door of light, and returned to his residence.

The four Peak Masters of Earth, Fengshui and Fire who had made a circle of soy sauce also bid farewell to the two of them and left. Tongxiao stepped out with the Master of the Eternal Palace and returned to a quiet courtyard deep in the Holy Sect.

The two sat cross-legged, poured two cups of spirit tea on the small table in front of them, took a sip from the tea cups at the same night, and asked:

"Senior brother, what is the origin of Ming Yu? Why can you invite that lord to come forward?"

"Humph! Compared to Mora, the younger brother thinks that this person should be killed! Everything is caused by him!"

"Senior brother be careful."

Meng Yan, the master of the Eternal Palace, gently put down the teacup in his hand, his eyes were deep, and there was a faint passage of time.

"That one is not something we can discuss."

"That adult has made a huge contribution to our human race, and he has given 100 million military exploits to protect Mingyu, even the ancestors have to give him some face!"

Tong Xiao did not speak with a sullen face. When he first joined the Holy Sect, he also participated in the exploration of the ancient world. Many of his friends from the same class died in the ancient world.

If it was a normal fall, it would be fine, you can only blame yourself for your poor strength, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"Senior brother, junior and senior understand these principles, but junior is unhappy, and I know that senior is even more unhappy in your heart, right?"

Meng Yan's hand holding the teacup froze slightly, Tongxiao was right, he was unhappy, he cherished every disciple of the Holy Sect, but they personally sent batches of disciples into the conspiracy of death.

"Junior Brother, there will be opportunities in the future."

"Unfortunately, the Yuta Universe Palace belongs to the Holy Sect after all. We can't use it without authorization. Otherwise, with the power of the fairy weapon, why do we need to look forward to the future!"

Meng Yan glanced at Tongxiao, stopped speaking, and silently sipped the spirit tea in the cup, and his thoughts were scattered.

...

Taishang Valley, Purple Bamboo Residence.

A door of light slowly emerged, Bai Donglin stepped out, and looked at the familiar small courtyard, which was still clean after so long without anyone living in it. These courtyards were engraved with formations, with small functions of automatic dust avoidance and cleaning.

Lying on his hand-made purple bamboo reclining chair, shaking the chair lightly, the actions in the ancient world flashed through his mind quickly, Bai Donglin was reviewing his own behaviors, whether there were any shortcomings, whether the murder Clean and neat, whether the treasure is searched cleanly.

These are valuable experiences. Only when you digest them well, reflect on them seriously, and do this kind of adventure next time, will you do better!

After a while, Bai Donglin finished his thoughts, and his heart was at peace. In the safe and familiar courtyard, in a warm and familiar courtyard, he was so relaxed that he fell asleep in a daze. He also hadn't slept for two or three years. Bar.

the next day.

The refreshed Bai Donglin stretched his waist and stood up. Lying on a corpse is really cool. The lazy look in his eyes slowly subsides. Lying on a corpse can wait for invincibility and then lie down slowly. The problem is that it is still more important to cultivate and become stronger.

As soon as the figure moved, he returned to the bedroom in an instant, waved his hand to set up the formation, practice without rushing, and open those "blind boxes" before talking about it!

Bai Donglin rubbed his hands together, and his expression gradually became excited. This was his favorite part.

At the end of his trip to the ancient world, he took all the black-robed people in one wave, and harvested more than half a million treasures!

At that time, the situation was critical, and he had been rushing to Zhongzhou, and he had no chance to organize these resources after that.

More than 500,000 "blind boxes", when will they be opened?

As soon as the mind moved, some of the storage magic treasures piled up in the dead omens were taken out, and the huge spiritual thoughts poured into hundreds of storage magic treasures at the same time, and each item was taken out and sorted into the huge bracelet space. it is good.

Bai Donglin has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He just wants to sort these things into categories, and doing so will give him an inexplicable pleasure in his heart.

Time flies, and the bracelet space is slowly filled as piles of storage magic weapons are emptied.

Bai Donglin's smile gradually changed!