I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

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The scorching desert of Moya, the central oasis.

When Bai Donglin took out dozens of powerful "magic treasures" and placed them on the booth, the stirring breath and the flickering treasure light instantly attracted the attention of many monks on the square.

In less than a moment, the booth was surrounded by monks inside and out. In addition to being curious, more greedy eyes scanned Bai Donglin and the magic weapon in front of him over and over again.

But no one dared to act rashly. Not long ago, Lie Kong, the son of the big sun, brutally killed the digital cultivators of Faxiang Realm, and his remnants were still mourning in the desert.

This place is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and the boss with a pleasant look in front of him may also be a ruthless man.

The crowd moved slightly, and a man dressed as a scholar with fluttering white clothes and a jade fan in his hand came out more and more, offering his hand slightly.

"Hello boss, what do you mean by the words on your sign?"

Bai Donglin opened his eyes slightly, glanced at everyone, his eyes fell on the wooden board, and he said casually:

"Isn't it clearly written above?"

"Sell or not, it all depends on my mood."

Everyone was stunned, could it be that they were illiterate?

The scholar's expression did not change. The boss was right. Of course, the meaning on the board can be interpreted in this way. He has read countless books, and his thinking is naturally much sharper than others.

The scholar took a step forward, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the white jade flute on the booth, with a hint of love in his eyes.

"Boss, how do you sell this flute?"

Bai Donglin's expression became solemn, he stood up, adjusted his robes, the first order of business, naturally he had to do it well and set an example for the people behind.

"I don't know where you come from? What kind of school do you learn from?"

The scholar frowned slightly. Is this a business or an account check? But he did fall in love with this flute at a glance, and he came from a prestigious family, so he didn't dare to say anything.

"I'm from Wenyu, and I'm under the tutelage of one of the eight academies under the name of Confucianism, Lanke Academy!"

Bai Donglin nodded slightly,

From this, it can be seen that the person is pure and upright, and he is indeed a Confucian student.

Wenyu, located on the coast of the South China Sea, is extremely far away, and is naturally qualified to have a sharp-pointed monument.

"This flute can be sold to you. How many spirit stones and spirit liquid do you have on you?"

The cultivators around looked even weirder. If you sell something, just sell it, make a good price and you're done. Why are you doing so much bells and whistles!

The scholar was also honest and said unreservedly: "There are 320,000 high-grade spiritual stones on the lower body, and five mysterious medium-grade spiritual liquids."

Spiritual liquid, like spirit stone, is a hard currency in the cultivation world, and can be used as currency.

Spiritual liquid has a wide range of uses. It can be used to make pills, swallow it for cultivation, and use it to replenish energy during battles.

Spiritual liquid is divided into four grades of heaven and earth, black and yellow, and each grade is divided into four grades: lower, middle and upper extreme.

The spiritual liquid of the two levels of Xuanhuang can already be used by monks under the power, and the spiritual liquid of the two levels of heaven and earth is extremely precious and can be said to be a strategic resource.

Because these two levels of spiritual liquid are one of the best energy sources for the rebirth of the great power after death and rebuilding the body of the god!

"Since you are a Confucian student, and I am the most appreciative of literate people with knowledge."

"Well, I'll give you a preferential price, 200,000 high-grade spirit stones and two sides of spirit liquid, how about it?"

Bai Donglin didn't have a big lion's mouth. This price is indeed cheap. The magic weapon transformed by the sharp-pointed monument, including the blessing of Wuwei's soul, is completely worth the price.

"Okay, thank you boss!"

The scholar looked overjoyed, threw a storage bag to Bai Donglin, picked up the white jade flute, stroked it for a moment, put it under his mouth and blew it gently.

The jade flute trembled lightly, and the upright and righteousness surged, and a white sound wave visible to the naked eye emerged, sweeping across the tall sand dunes in the distance in an instant.

Silently, the huge sand dunes suddenly turned into nothingness, as if they were erased by life.

sizzle!

The surrounding monks all gasped, their expressions shocked, this magic weapon is so powerful!

Before the sacrifice, this power is already comparable to a mid-grade spirit weapon!

If it is completely sacrificed, wouldn't it be possible to directly reach the level of a high-grade spiritual tool?

The effect I have seen with my own eyes is naturally better than any advertisement. As long as there is a little strength in the bag, they all swarm up and look eager.

"Boss! Boss! Bring me one too!"

"Me too!"

"I have spirit stone spirit liquid!"

"Fuck, don't crowd, don't jump in line, do you understand?"

Bai Donglin squinted his eyes slightly, with the kind smile of an old father on his face, clapped his hands and said:

"Don't worry, don't worry, come one by one."

"Little girl, where are you from? What school and faction do you teach? How many people are in your family? Can you get married?"

...

After a month, the desert is extremely deep.

The huge cave that was temporarily opened up, on the metalized rock wall, was engraved with dense isolation runes.

Bai Donglin, who had just won the title of "Sanbao Boy", sat cross-legged in the center of the cave with a solemn expression.

In just one month, he sold hundreds of splintered steles, and almost wiped out hundreds of monks from all over the world and from different realms.

He already had a vague grid map in his heart, the huge Qianyuan Continent, with hundreds of dazzling light spots floating on it, forming a huge net that shrouded it faintly.

"The number is still too small. There are 129,600 realms, and at least every realm must have a sharp-pointed monument."

"Even that huge three hundred and sixty-five sanctuaries, one is not enough."

Bai Donglin shook his head slightly, this is a very big project, this time Jue Gong was born, it is very good that it can attract hundreds of monks from the realm.

That's it for this time, and the monks who can meet his requirements have all obtained the steeple.

After all, this candidate is not just for anyone. Without strength, a cultivator with weak fortune will naturally not be able to do so. What is the use of holding a sharp-pointed tablet and dying on the way?

Taking out so many treasures at one time is already very eye-catching. He has slaughtered several waves of monks to rob him this month.

In the eyes of many monks, Bai Donglin is now a moving treasure house.

Not only those magical treasures, but this month Bai Donglin has exhausted his ability to collect money, and the accumulation of spirit stone spirit liquid in the storage space has reached a terrifying level.

His original idea at the beginning was just to send these horns out. It doesn't matter if they make money or not, they are all business without capital anyway.

But I didn't expect these monks to be so rich, and they made a lot of money without being careful and holding back!

The strength of the cultivator is one of the considerations for him to send the stele. Only with strength can the stele be sent to a specific realm, and a strong cultivator will naturally have no shortage of spirit stone liquid.

For him, cultivation resources are naturally the more the better, and there is definitely no reason to turn them away.

"This is a very good way to make money, kill two birds with one stone!"

Bai Donglin called out the golden-red pointed stele and stroked it gently, his eyes were full of admiration. It's a really good treasure, with endless dimensions and endless splits.

In the future, it can be sold all over the unique real world!

Inexhaustible, inexhaustible, is the endless treasure of the dimensional creator!

Bai Donglin put away the obelisk, calmed down, and with a thought, the empty crystal balls were taken out and suspended around his body, ups and downs.

Gravity, magnetism, tides, prophets, foresight, and other law seeds, a total of twenty-five seeds.

The dimensional space law of Wushuang level cannot be used yet, and he has not taken it out.

For the remaining twenty-five law seeds, gravitational force was obtained from Shang Zhong, magnetic tide was given to him by Lianxin, and foresight was found in the small vaults of those low-dimensional worlds, and they were two more precious laws.

The two Law Seeds he gave back to Lianxin were Prophecy, which was the unparalleled level, the subordinate Sequence Law branch of the Law of Precognition.

It is indeed quite suitable for Lianxin's early warning physique.

There are indeed a lot of law seeds in many small vaults in the low-dimensional world, but most of them are repetitive and low-level.

In total, Bai Donglin found twenty-two that he could use. This was because the types of laws he had engraved were still small.

The twenty-two laws are interesting except for the foresight, and the other twenty laws are not mentioned, they are just used to make up the number.

The seeds of the law are rare, and the cultivators naturally use the precious law early, and there are very few remaining phenomena.

Bai Donglin was calm, his mind turned into a knife to cut off distracting thoughts, and carefully guided the seeds of the Law of Gravity out of the empty crystal ball.

When it fell into the palm of the hand, a spiritual aperture in the body shone fiercely, and the seed was instantly swallowed into it.

The most precious gravitational seeds were successfully planted, Bai Donglin breathed a sigh of relief, and after a while, the rest of the law seeds were also smoothly integrated into the spiritual aperture.

With the powerful soul of his God Origin Eightfold Heaven, there is almost no failure to inoculate the seed of the law without any interference.

Thought swept across many spiritual apertures, Bai Donglin found that he had planted fifty kinds of laws before he knew it, and a faint devouring law.

But only ten laws have been incorporated into the light of the source. Planting the seeds is only the beginning, and the engraving of subsequent insights is the top priority.

"The road to the avenue is really long."

"Mortals envy the cultivator's long-term vision, but they don't know that the cultivator spends most of his time on boring cultivation insights."

Effort, talent, all are indispensable.

No one strong can succeed casually.

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