I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

In the ethereal, abstract and grotesque dream world.

Pink haze, colorful scenes, quiet, peaceful and beautiful are the main colors of this dream world.

呲呲——

In the center of the world, on top of a soft pink cotton cloud, lies a pitch-black giant python. This snake seems to be made of countless twisted black threads. It has eight huge heads and vomits from time to time while sleeping. There are snakes in different colors, and their breath is extremely cold.

Click!

The snake's body was broken, and countless twisted black lines appeared out of thin air at the wound, converging into a ninth head.

"I, Will Willikan, am back!"

Boom!

The huge snake body like a mountain stood upright, and its nine heads looked around, their eyes flickering. With it as the center, a tsunami-like black line spurted out, swallowing up everything in this quiet and beautiful dream world, turning it into a land of deathly nightmare.

"Hehe, I have discovered the plan of the human race, now I am going to report to Father God that both of the two sacred stones belong to my witch god realm!"

Wil Willikan never thought that he would be so lucky. In the world of wizards and gods, he accidentally encountered the extremely rare "real world seam". At that time, he only hesitated for a moment and separated one. The clone stepped into the red crack.

The only true boundary seam, theoretically speaking, will only appear in the area near the boundaries of major battlefields. However, the time and space in the outer dimensional space are distorted and chaotic, and no one knows what kind of unexpected situations will occur. For example, the special boundary gap he encountered may only appear a few times in an era.

What's even better is that this boundary seam goes straight to the core of the human race's hinterland. In the Qianyuan Realm, Wil Willikan made a prompt decision, changed his name to Youvi, and infiltrated into the Holy Blood Sect, which was most compatible with him, in order to obtain the confidential information of the human race. .

Finally, thousands of years later, because the Black Mist Demon Emperor asked him to go to the Jidao Holy Sect to investigate the person who started the Jidao trial, he accidentally intercepted the top secret of the human race!

Everything was so coincidental that it seemed as if it was artificially arranged, but Will Willikan didn't care about it at all. He only knew that the information was true. Everything was just his luck.

"With such great achievements, after God the Father returns to the embrace of the truth, it will be my turn to take the position of supreme leader! Hahaha!"

Wil Willikan was in a happy mood, opened his nine huge mouths, and swallowed the entire dream world fiercely into his belly. The world was shattered, and the twisted black lines that made up the snake's body condensed and shrank, turning into a man with a feminine and evil aura.

Taking a step forward, Wil Willikan returned to the real world and glanced at the beautiful dead woman on the gorgeous bed.

This is his habit. Every time he takes a break, he will find the purest girl and use the girl's beautiful dreams as his bed. As he said, the dreams of a pure girl are the sweetest.

Over the years, countless girls have died as a result of his dream-eating.

Wil Willikan was eager to perform his merits and did not want to waste a moment. His figure moved, tearing through the void and escaping to the Witch God's Palace in the center of the world.

The sky in the Witch God Realm is always dark, and horrific natural disasters fall from time to time. The environment is extremely harsh. It is said that this is a punishment from the mother river, a punishment for peeping into the highest truth of the world.

In this huge world, towering "Wizard Towers" can be seen everywhere. This is the laboratory of wizards and the most terrifying weapon of war.

As one of the nine sons of the Supreme Leader, Wil Willikan has a noble status and great authority. There is no place in the world that he cannot go to, including the most noble Witch God Palace. There is no need to report, and he can go directly without hindrance. Arriving outside the huge palace.

"Vil Willikan, please see Father God!"

Weir looked a little nervous. He was very afraid of his father. The last time he met him was tens of thousands of years ago. He didn't want to get close to this place unless necessary.

Kaka!

The tall and heavy door slowly opened, revealing a dark and deep crack, like the entrance to hell.

Weir composed himself and walked into the temple with a solemn expression. As time and space flowed, it seemed that he had only taken a few steps, but he had already crossed a distance of tens of thousands of light years and appeared under a god's throne.

"Hey! Isn't this my lovely brother Weir? What? Have you let go of your fear of your father? You actually came to see your father for the first time."

"Tsk, poor guy, didn't your father just swallow your mother in front of you? He's actually so afraid of it, hahaha!"

Kanro armadillo!

Weir's eyebrows twitched when he heard this. His half-brother is still so hateful. Just wait, when I ascend to the throne of leader, I will make your life worse than death!

"Father God, Weir has something important to report!"

Weir bowed, then stood up straight. For the first time in a million years, he stared at the figure that made him terrified, and said word by word:

"It's about the five-color sacred stone!"

The already gloomy space suddenly became pitch black. The figure entrenched on the throne moved slightly, and his eyes looking at the unknown land retracted and dropped.

Weir's body froze, and infinite fear rose in his heart. He remained silent and glanced at Kanluo Armadillo.

"snort!"

Kanluo narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Weir with evil intentions, bowed to the throne, and then left the hall.

"Xiaojiu, what good news have you brought to my father?"

The voice is unspeakably evil, and if some powerful people with weak wills hear it, their consciousness will be distorted and they will go crazy and die.

Gulu!

Weir's feet went weak and he knelt on the ground. He couldn't help but laugh at himself. He was not asking for credit. It was as unbearable as asking for sin. He didn't dare to think too much and said in a difficult voice:

"Father God, thousands of years ago, Will..."

Weir started from the beginning of the discovery of the rift in the world, and told everything in detail, without daring to hide anything. When it came to the human race's Ragnarok plan, the two sacred stones of black and blue and red and dark were revealed. time.

The person on the throne finally had a slight change, and the emotions that had been dormant for hundreds of millions of years had some ups and downs. It was a feeling of joy!

For a strong man like him who rules a clan, his emotions have long been withered over the long years. I am afraid that only the elimination of the human race and the occupation of the true world, or the five-color sacred stone, can cause his emotions to fluctuate.

It was at this moment that the ups and downs of joy and will also fluctuated. This extremely obscure fluctuation reached the same frequency as the information editor that lurked in the deepest part of Weir's bloodline.

All conditions are met and the editor is fully activated.

This is the swan song from Feng Jun, the Lord of the Ghost Mansion, hundreds of millions of years ago, an inevitable fatal blow!

There was no gorgeous scene, nor was there any fluctuation of heaven-destroying aura. In silence, the figure on the throne froze for a moment, and everything was covered from the deepest level of information.

This is the power of concepts that transcends rules!

A masterpiece at the pinnacle of technological civilization!

The terrifying power of the Twelve Realms!

The supreme leader of the Witch God Realm, the most powerful man who has reached the end of the ten realms, is like an ant. Not to mention resisting, he has been wiped out of his fundamental will and self-awareness without even noticing.

"Father God?"

After kneeling on the ground for a long time without waiting for the compliment he imagined, Weir couldn't help but have doubts in his heart, and he asked softly and cautiously.

Although his father was ruthless, cunning, and thoughtful, he wouldn't be unmoved when he heard the news about the five-color sacred stone, right?

"Yes, Xiaojiu, you have made great achievements this time and should be rewarded."

"come over."

Weir was overjoyed and quickly stood up, straightened his robes, bowed, and walked up to the throne.

A dark palm covered with scales came out from the shadows and slowly pressed on Weir's head.

"You are the son of the God of the Witch God Realm, so you can't die just yet..."

"Father!?"

Weir suddenly raised his head, his eyes widening in disbelief. Before any distracting thoughts could arise in his mind, his consciousness fell into darkness.

After completely controlling Weir, the stalwart figure retracted his palms, resting his chin in deep thought, his eyes wandering.

"Is it already 100 million years later? Then, the demon clan expulsion plan has begun."

"Who am I? Mr. Feng? No..."

The stalwart figure stood up slowly, raised his head and looked around, looking through the layers of walls to the extremely huge and only true world.

"I am the will of the human race!!"

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