I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

"I am too strong to die ()"

"Stop comers!"

"The City Lord's Mansion is an important place, and idle people can't wait to get close!"

Bai Donglin was standing outside the city lord's mansion, and the thin monkey who led the way was angrily reprimanded by several black-armored guards, and ran away in despair. He didn't care.

Ignoring the fierce gazes of several guards, after pondering for a moment, he gave up the plan of violent crushing. He now needs a force to help him deal with some trivial matters, and the City Lord's Mansion looks very good.

Take out a brilliant crystal from the bracelet, crystal liquid rippling in the crystal, and at the same time a strong spiritual energy spreads out.

Several guards at the door instantly widened their eyes, their eyes were full of greed, their noses twitched quickly, and greedily swallowed the overflowing spiritual energy. Bai Donglin smiled slightly when he saw this, took back the crystal and said:

"I'm here to present the treasure, why don't I inform you the city lord?"

A few guards restrained the greed in their eyes when they heard the words. They didn't dare to think about the things of the city owner. They could only swallow hard. Then one person disappeared and went to report, while the rest stared at Bai Donglin. Afraid that he would suddenly run away with the treasure.

After a while, the guards went back and returned, and introduced Bai Donglin into the mansion politely. Bai Donglin's merit in offering treasures will definitely be appreciated by the city master. At that time, his status can be higher than them, and he naturally dare not offend him.

This city lord's mansion is not small, magnificent and imposing, and all kinds of cherished treasures can be seen everywhere. For monks, these mortal things without spiritual energy are like earth and stones, and they are only used for decoration. .

Bai Donglin followed the guards through several courtyards and came to the reception hall. On the main seat of the hall, sat a middle-aged man with a plain appearance. He was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. A majestic aura is quite extraordinary.

"Lord City Lord, people have been brought here!"

The black-armored guard bowed and saluted, led Bai Donglin into the hall, then exited the door and stood with his head bowed. There were black-armored guards standing in the yard and around the hall, and they locked Bai Donglin with a faint air machine.

It seems that the city owner is still quite cautious!

The middle-aged man in the main seat looked at Bai Donglin with a gentle expression and said with a smile:

"Little brother, I heard that you are going to present a treasure? I don't know what treasure it is. Can you open the eyes of the city lord?"

"If it's really a treasure, the city owner will not treat you badly."

Bai Donglin laughed in his heart, a criminal who really regarded himself as the city lord, he would not be fooled by his gentle appearance.

The strength of this person is not weak, not only the individual cultivation, according to the observation of his spiritual sense, his strength is already the great perfection of the supernatural power, and there is a possibility of breaking the mirror at any time, but in this black prison, if you want to break the mirror, you can Difficult.

The combat power of this person is probably not weaker than that of Chen Chen, Xuehuang and others, but this is also the reason why Chen Chen and others are still far from the realm of great perfection. The monks are much stronger.

If they were also in the Great Perfection Mirror Realm, Chen Chen would only need three knives to hack the city lord to death.

Bai Donglin can now defeat this person, but it is not necessary, he has a better way.

He took out the radiant crystal, and at the same time as the rich spiritual energy spread, the soul in Bai Donglin Divine Sea burned violently, the golden vertical lines on the eyebrows opened, and a thick soul attack sprayed out.

The middle-aged man's eyes were just attracted by the crystal, and a terrifying soul attack was directly shot into his divine sea under the cover of aura fluctuations. The soul was hit, and his body was stagnant.

Bai Donglin was reasonable and unforgiving, and a black shadow suddenly stepped out from his eyebrows. The soul of physical cultivation is much weaker than the body, but a monk with great perfection in supernatural powers will not be easily killed by a soul attack.

Hei Ying is naturally the "worst soul" who is best at playing with the soul. Hei Ying enters the sea of ​​​​middle-aged men, and takes one step to the soul that is still shaking.

Hehe let out a low laugh, and the palm of the lingering dark flames inserted into his soul fiercely,

A series of complicated black runes began to emerge and spread, wrapping the soul in the blink of an eye, and at the same time a black flame sneaked into the depths of the soul.

After a while, the "Evil Soul" retracted his palm, nodded with satisfaction, stepped out of the Divine Sea and returned to Bai Donglin Divine Sea.

At this time, the black-armored guards outside the door also felt that their city lord was in a wrong state, and their faces changed wildly, and then rushed into the house instantly and rushed towards Bai Donglin.

"stop!"

"What are you doing? This little brother is an honored guest of the city master, so don't let me get out!"

The middle-aged man was furious and frantically yelled at the black armored guard, with a faint black light flashing in the depths of his eyes.

"City Lord calm down, subordinates should be damned!"

Seeing the middle-aged man getting angry, the black-armored guard hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to apologize, and then all exited the hall.

The middle-aged man waved his hand to close the door, activated the isolation formation, then knelt down in front of Bai Donglin, and said respectfully:

"My subordinate Zhang Shanren, I have seen the master!"

Bai Donglin nodded lightly, walked slowly to the main seat and sat down. Just now, between the lightning and flint, he suddenly attacked his soul, and then made some modifications to his soul, adding some memories and restrictions.

Now in Zhang Shanren's heart, Bai Donglin is his heaven, and his supreme master will not frown even if he asks him to die.

In this way, he easily took over the greatest power of this "evil city", and it was still invincible. This was the benefit of his strong soul.

"Zhang Shanren, tell me about the situation in this black prison."

He didn't read Zhang Shanren's memory. What he wanted was a subordinate who could assist him, not an idiot. At present, he couldn't read his memory without causing any injuries, especially a monk of the same realm. , if it is a mortal or a low-level monk, it can be done.

As for the little gangsters he just killed, I'm afraid he doesn't know more than he does.

"Yes, Master!"

Afterwards, Zhang Shanren told Bai Donglin everything in the black prison. Of course, it was only limited to the situation on the twenty-ninth floor. Since he entered the black prison, he has been staying on the twenty-ninth floor without moving his nest.

On the twenty-ninth floor of the black prison, there are sixty hours a day, thirty-seven hours in the day, and twenty-three hours in the night. There are nine great suns in the sky, and they randomly appear on the sky every day. The earth is a sea of ​​fire.

At night, the temperature is extremely low, and even the cultivator of the supernatural power does not dare to wander around the earth at night.

This is also the reason why many cities are built in the Grand Canyon, and there are countless vicious beasts underground, so it is not realistic to build a dungeon.

There are dozens of cities built by human monks on this floor, all over the twenty-ninth floor space.

In addition to the human monks who like to get together, there are also many monsters, monsters, aliens, otherworldly creatures and so on. They like to walk alone, or occupy the mountains as kings, or wander around on the earth.

The dangers that human cultivators have to face here are not only the subterranean beasts, but also these messy monsters. The subterranean beasts are also their main source of food. Of course, under special circumstances, these sinful people don't mind eating the same kind.

Bai Donglin thought for a while, and a lot of information circulated in his mind. After a while, he nodded lightly. It seemed that his plan was feasible, and this place was indeed suitable for him.

"Zhang Shan Ren, do you think there are any good people in this black prison?"

"Go back to the master, yes!"

"Oh? Who is it?"

"Of course it's you, Master! You, Master, are the greatest good person in the world! You are light, you are electricity..."

"..."

Damn, I didn't feed him these weird things just now! Is this old boy still a flattering talent?

"Cough, okay, okay, I'm well aware of this, I don't need you to emphasize it here, I'm asking other than me."

"Go back to the master, then there will be no more. The subordinates have been in the black prison for so many years, and the people they meet are all sinners, and it is impossible to atone for their sins!"

"In other words, these people should be killed?"

"That's right! Even the subordinates deserve to die. When the master no longer needs the subordinates to serve, the subordinates will immediately kill themselves on the spot to accuse the world!"

"..."

By the way, is flattery really addicting?