I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

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Time flies, and another month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Deep in the ground, Bai Donglin, who was immersed in cultivation, opened his eyes, and the complicated laws fluctuated slightly around his body.

Buzz! Click!

The strange tremor force swept past, and the fine cracks on the rock wall of the cave reinforced by him spread rapidly.

In this desert, what can cause such a big movement can only be the birth of Shahai Jue Palace!

Bai Donglin stepped out immediately, the figure disappeared instantly, and the underground cave that was temporarily opened suddenly collapsed.

Over the fiery sand sea, many cultivators were standing, all looking eagerly at the fiercely shaking sand sea below.

Bai Donglin, dressed in a black robe and a hood, silently blended into the crowd.

During this period of time, his reputation as "Sanbao Boy" was not small, and there were almost no people who didn't know him, but it was a bit contrary to his principle of making a fortune in silence.

This time, it was a bit sloppy. I didn't expect that the magic weapon made casually would be so popular with the monks. Next time, it's better to hide your identity.

Otherwise, it will not be beautiful if it attracts the attention of the mighty.

Wretched development, blockbuster, is king!

Boo!

A harsh eagle cry resounded through the sky, causing many monks to frown slightly, looking up, their expressions changed.

A big golden bird like poured gold pierced through the void, and under the sunlight, its feathers shone with golden light.

Wings spread far and wide, fierce golden eagle eyes swept past, and the scalps of those who were caught by his eyes were all numb.

"Golden-winged Dapeng bird!"

"One of the three holy places of the demon clan, why is the Wing God Palace here?"

The Monster Race is also one of the only relatively powerful forces in the real world. Long ago, the relationship with the Human Race was not harmonious, and they fought with each other endlessly.

But that was the old yellow calendar, and although the relationship between the two clans is still very delicate,

But under the catalysis of a common enemy, they can get along without any problems.

The Wing God Palace, as the supreme holy place of the birds of the demon race, its status is equivalent to the status of the Supreme Dao Sect in physical cultivation.

And this golden-winged Dapeng bird is one of the royal families of the Wing Divine Palace. The birth of the Shahai Jue Palace this time, it was really surprising for everyone to be able to attract it.

"Hey~ look, is there a person sitting on the back of this golden-winged Dapeng bird?"

A cultivator sucked in a breath of cold air, the light in his eyes shone, obviously using a powerful peeping fairy method.

"how is this possible?!"

"Let's not talk about whether you have the strength to subdue the golden-winged Dapeng bird. Even if you have this strength, you don't dare to offend the bottom line of the Winged Shrine!"

The birds of the royal family are already the leaders of the Wing Shrine, and they dare to use the golden-winged Dapeng bird as their mount. Isn't this the face of the Wing Shrine!

Ordinary birds and monsters are nothing more than ordinary birds and monsters. If they enslave the birds of the royal family, they will definitely be hunted down by the Wing God Palace for revenge.

"Hey, why do you only think that this golden-winged Dapeng bird is enslaved, and if the one riding on it is its wife?"

A low laughter came from the crowd, Bai Donglin's eyes hidden under the hood were filled with white light, and the scene on the broad back of the Golden-winged Dapeng bird was vivid.

The monks around were stunned when they heard the words, yes! Although royal birds are noble, they are also inseparable from women. You ride me during the day and I ride you at night, this is very reasonable!

Everyone couldn't help but glance around, wanting to see which hero and hero could have such a unique and keen insight.

In Bai Donglin's sight, there was indeed an extremely enchanting and graceful woman sitting on the back of the glittering golden bird.

A gorgeous long dress made of scarlet feathers was lingering with gorgeous firelight, and the firelight flowed, obscuring his face, and even his supernatural powers could not be seen through.

"Why is this woman's breath so weird?"

Bai Donglin frowned slightly, the breath of an ordinary person, no matter how strong or weak, was pure and pure in his perception.

But the woman in the red dress had a very special aura, as if two different auras were forcibly fused together, and there was a strange sense of harmony between them.

Shaking his head slightly, his eyes narrowed, how this person has nothing to do with him, just don't provoke him.

Click!

Under the scorching sun, there was an explosion of thunder, and a purple-gold thunder light flashed past, and a purple-gold pagoda with a height of ten thousand feet appeared out of thin air. With a glance, there were thirty-six floors, and the purple thunder lingered with extraordinary momentum.

The Zijinbao Pagoda disappeared in a flash, leaving only a few figures in place, standing in the void with an indifferent expression.

The few people who came from the pagoda were all dressed in Taoist robes, their faces were as white as jade, and the mysterious light lingered. The purple-robed Taoist at the head was slightly older, and it seemed that they were not the elders of the young Taoists behind them. look out.

The Taoist Zipao stepped forward, flicked the whisk, made a salutation, and said loudly, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, the poor Taoist Zilei Mountain Lei Yuanzi, I have seen all the Taoists."

"I've seen the Taoist priest!"

"The Daoist is polite!"

Many monks did not dare to neglect, and quickly returned their salutes. Daomen is the leader of Qi Cultivation, and Taoist priests in this world are more or less related to Daomen.

Although Daomen has always followed the way of "doing nothing", its strength is genuine, and these Daoists may not care, but their superficial skills have to be done.

Several young Taoists brought by Lei Yuanzi stood in the void and remained silent.

Although there is no arrogance, he ignores the enthusiasm of the crowd, neither cold nor hot, neither arrogant nor arrogant.

"Say that I am ordinary but extraordinary, that I am a Buddha and not a Buddha, that there is a Buddha without a Buddha, and ordinary but extraordinary..."

The sound of Buddha's sound and Chan singing faintly came from the depths of the desert. A young monk in a white robe, with a red mole between his eyebrows, and a faint golden Buddha light lingered on his fair skin.

Every step of the young monk fell, the hot yellow sand gathered automatically, forming a blossoming lotus, catching the bare feet.

The speed is extremely fast, as if shrinking into an inch, the last moment was outside the skyline, and the next moment the figure was already standing in front of everyone.

"Namo Amitabha!"

"The poor monk Wufan has seen all the donors."

Everyone responded enthusiastically on the surface, but secretly complained inwardly, what happened to the birth of Shahai Jue Palace this time?

According to past records, it shouldn't attract so many enchanting monks!

In just this moment, the cultivators of Wing Shrine, Daomen, and Buddhism, and more cultivators came one after another.

Many people couldn't help but feel a little bitter in their hearts, it seems that this trip to the palace is impossible to gain anything, they can only be used as a foil for these evildoers, picking up some leftovers that others don't look down on.

Lie Kong, who came from the sky with the great sun on his shoulders.

The sword of Yuwandao turns into a dragon and walks. The true swordsman of the Daoist Sword Sect, the sword is not the sword.

Riding a colorful giant python, breaking out of the ground from the depths of the earth, the red-trained witch from the "sea of ​​poison in the center of the earth" has fangs.

From Confucianism, one of the eight colleges, known as the little poetry fairy...

People from all sides came on stage one after another, and the scorching desert of Moya was unprecedentedly lively for a while.

Many enchanting geniuses came from various forces, and the invisible breath permeated, and the entire void land was extremely depressed.

Under the oppression of the invisible will, many cultivators knew that their strength was not good enough, and they retreated in front of the battle, their expressions were bleak, and they quietly retreated.

The competition had already started before Jue Gong was born.

Susu!

The trembling desert slowly ceased, and the boundless sea of ​​golden sand began to slowly spin.

A vortex formed by golden sand grains expanded rapidly, thousands of miles, thousands of miles, and the vortex did not stop slowly until it expanded to hundreds of thousands of miles.

Boom!

Thunder-like loud noises came from the center of the vortex, shaking violently, and under the terrifying breath, the void shattered inch by inch.

The surrounding monks looked horrified and stepped back.

A huge palace that occupies almost the entire yellow sand vortex slowly rises.

The entire palace is made of pitch-black metal, with countless complicated and mysterious runes engraved on its surface.

The black light lingered around the entire palace, and the black light gradually converged on the square in front of the palace, and a huge stone tablet rose up.

Letter: The supernatural power is less than the number of days;

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