I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

"Huh? Why is this senior here?"

This evil spirit sweeping across the world was so strong that even the Lord of the Ghost Mansion thousands of light-years away could instantly sense it. With a sudden look on his face, he suppressed his thoughts, raised his hand to shatter time and space, and stepped forward with one step. It appears thousands of light years away.

"Senior Blood Slaughter, why are you here? Have all the matters in the real world been dealt with?"

The Lord of the Ghost Mansion Wei Wei offered his hand. Xue Tu was not only a member of the Bell Keeper lineage of the Ji Dao Holy Sect, but also came from the fourth era. His seniority was frighteningly high. Regardless of his powerful strength, he was also from the Ji Dao Saint Sect. Those who come from Dao Sheng Sect should naturally respect them.

As he spoke, the eyes of the Lord of the Ghost Mansion became even more confused. This was not part of the plan. Calculating the time, even if everything went well, the hidden danger of the demon clan should have been solved at this time, and Senior Blood Slaughter still had his own mission. .

That is to completely solve the Witch God Realm. Although this is not as difficult as the World of Gods, because the human race needs strong men to suppress the situation in all aspects at this time, there is really not enough manpower, so the blood slaughter should be fighting fiercely in the Witch God Realm now.

The remaining battle flag rags that could counteract the suppression of the will of heaven and earth were taken away by Xue Tu and the others.

"The plan has changed, and the Witch God Realm does not need to be destroyed for the time being."

Xue Tu looked at the Lord of the Ghost Mansion up and down, as if he had seen through his true identity behind the shadow, and slowly spoke, the chill in his tone weakened a little.

"Could it be that there is something wrong with the information editor?"

The Lord of the Ghost Palace frowned slightly, and as his mind was running, he thought of this only possibility. You must know that the plan decided by the Human Race Supreme Council cannot be changed easily.

Otherwise, everything will be in chaos, unless there is really a compelling reason and it is related to the interests of the human race.

"That's right."

Xuetu nodded slightly. There was no need to explain too much. With the intelligent thinking of a strong man, he could naturally make a rough guess.

The information editor was a rare object obtained by Feng Jun, the previous leader of the Ghost Mansion, from the place where all the worlds returned to ruins, and it was also understood by him. When making the plan, Feng Jun informed them of some information.

He did not dare to make absolute guarantees about what would happen after using the editor. There might be a time limit for the control, or the controlled witch god might die within a certain period of time. It was hard to say.

Therefore, in order to maximize profits, Feng Jun decided to eliminate the Witch God Realm immediately after the demon clan extermination plan was completed. With him as an internal agent, he only needed to pay a small price to break through the Witch God Realm from the inside and eradicate one side for the human race. Alien forces.

But now that the plan is suspended, it should be that the effect of the editor is unexpected, and the temporary existence of the Witch God Realm is more beneficial to the human race.

In an instant, the Lord of the Ghost Mansion figured out all the obstacles, and then stopped thanking him and turned his attention to the several dark figures behind Xue Tu. He felt a little and his expression suddenly changed slightly.

What a weird death air!

Neither life nor death, constantly rotating between life and death, their auras are extremely sinister, and he who is extremely sensitive to the aura of death cannot even see through the way these people exist.

In addition, there is a condensed aura of time lingering around the bodies of these people. Such a strong aura of time is impossible for even those who have just woken up from a deep sleep. It is really weird.

"Senior Bloodslaughter, who are they?"

Since he couldn't guess, he asked directly, but his heart was a little drumming. It seemed that the human race had some background beyond his knowledge. This kind of person, as the master of the ghost mansion at the peak of the human race's power, he had no information at all. learn.

"They! Haha, they are just a bunch of old stubborns. They are all my former opponents. They have been fighting with me for countless years, and they will not give up or admit defeat until they die!"

"Hahaha! But now it seems that I have won. It's a pity that these guys were so unlucky that they ended up in such an immortal state."

Xuetu laughed loudly, the sound waves tore apart the dimension, and his eyes were extremely far away, as if he had returned to the Fourth Hades Age, the peak of the splendid era.

The Zhenyi ancient artifact can suppress time and space and freeze the lifespan of living beings, allowing them to descend to future generations in a complete state of slumber across endless years.

But the use of all great power requires a price. This is an eternal truth, even for ancient artifacts.

There is an upper limit to the number of creatures that each ancient artifact can suppress. This is the preciousness of the quota. For creatures with different cultivation levels, if they want to fall asleep, they need to occupy a different proportion of the power of the ancient artifact. All the same.

The creatures under the great power are almost all the same, and the ancient artifacts can be easily afforded.

When the cultivation reaches great power, the burden of the ancient artifacts will skyrocket by a thousand or ten thousand times!

As for the tenth realm monks, the price they need to pay is even more terrifying. Therefore, the Sleepers are not selected casually. This is a very complicated procedure. Every time the quota is distributed, the Supreme Council of the Human Race will be opened. After careful discussion, Because there are so many factors to consider.

Who is qualified to sleep? And who should stay in this world to fight against the aliens? Is it a low-level monk with potential in Shen Mian, or an old and powerful person in the ten realms? It's very complicated, but everything must be based on the highest interests of the human race.

The human race seems to have a lot of ancient artifacts, but a large part of them must be on standby at any time to deal with alien monsters, so they cannot be used as tools for sleeping. For example, the Chaos Bead is an ancient artifact. Logically speaking, based on the time and space characteristics of the Chaos Bead, it is the most suitable vessel for the Sleeper. It has a very strong carrying capacity, but because the battle network is more important, it cannot be used.

Thirty-three Heavens, Eighteen Hells, Jidao Bell, Hunyuan Universe Cauldron...

There are only a handful of ancient artifacts used by sleepers. The human race is too large, so this quota is naturally extremely precious. The burden of sleeping in a tenth realm can sleep a million powerful men, or hundreds of millions of low-level monks.

Although the ancestor is precious, among the millions of talented and outstanding powers, maybe the Tenth Realm can also be born?

This is a very difficult decision to make. Therefore, these old opponents of Blood Massacre unfortunately did not get a quota.

But he was unwilling to die, so he stepped into the legendary burial ground without hesitation, burying himself to leave a legacy for future generations, hoping to live a glorious life again.

This is a choice that others cannot blame. Survival is the instinct of every intelligent life. These people did nothing wrong. Xuetu thought so too, so everyone went to dig them out personally.

It's a pity that perhaps hundreds of billions of years were too long for these people to survive and became like this.

"Did you hear that?"

Xuetu closed his eyes tightly, listened attentively, and murmured slowly:

"These stubborn guys, even after they are dead, are still roaring, they want to fight! They want to kill! This fighting intention is so clear that it still persists across endless years!"

"So, I brought them here!"

"Come and enjoy the taste of killing!"

The Blood Slayer Alliance opened his eyes, and scarlet light flashed past, looking into the depths of unknown time and space.

boom!

Time and space collapsed, and a huge figure fell out, wiping out everything along the way, tearing open a huge red boundary, and smashing a galaxy before stopping the figure.

"Lord of the Gods!"

The Lord of the Ghost Mansion instantly woke up from Xue Tu's description, stared at it, and saw clearly the appearance of the giant.

"Ahem!"

The Lord of the Gods slowly stood up and coughed out a large mouthful of blood. Blood beads of terrifying quality penetrated the void and wiped out several rounds of the sun. His chest was penetrated by a huge hole, and a transparent divine fire burned the wound crazily, even drilling into the body.

Several people looked up and saw a figure condensed from endless light in the depths of the time and space hole. The right hand held the Book of Creation, and the left hand held tightly the Spear of Longinus that gathered all the power of the Goddess of War. .

This is undoubtedly the supreme god in the world of gods.

The Lords of the Gods fought against them, and they could still remain undefeated under the suppression of the will of heaven and earth. However, with the addition of the Spear of Longinus, it was like one versus two in an instant, and it was normal for them to fall into a disadvantage.

"Is this guy the Supreme God?"

"Stand back and leave him to me to handle!"

As Xue Tu spoke, he stepped forward step by step, his whole body burning with crimson flames. He turned his palm over, and a blood-red spear was tightly held in his hand. The end of the gun handle was engraved with the two characters "kill the gods", which was extremely thick. The intention to kill emerged and condensed into a boundless sea of ​​blood behind Xue Tu.

"This, this ancient artifact is..."

The Lord of the Ghost Mansion stared, remembering a secret he had seen in the Jidao Holy Sect before.

It is said that in the Jidao lineage, in addition to the Jidao Bell, there is also a great killing weapon. This killing weapon is so pure that it cannot even be used as a sleeping vessel. It is called - the God-killing Spear!

This gun is extremely terrifying, and only a few can use it. This Blood Butcher is one of them. This is also the most important factor for Blood Butcher to obtain the place of Sleep.

A strong person in the ten realms may be born, but a strong person in the ten realms who can use the God-killing Spear will just massacre one person with blood.

Click!

Time and space collapsed, and another figure with a terrifying aura stepped out, or broke through time and space during the battle.

There are those on the side of the gods, and there are also the direct ancestors of the human race.

When the strong men from both sides gather together, a fierce battle is inevitable. The universe of the bright world will be annihilated only in the blink of an eye.

"Hahaha! Well done! Let's kill him quickly!"

The Blood Butcher holds the God-killing Spear and stands above the sea of ​​blood. His terrifying aura cannot even be compared to that of the Supreme God.

It seems to be the center of the world.

Xue Tu turned his head slightly, looked at those figures with strange auras, and slowly said indifferently:

"Old rivals, go to the Demon Realm, and I'll leave those bugs to you!"

Woohoo——

The dark wind blew by, and several figures disappeared in an instant.

Only a few grains of dark soil were left in the void.

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