I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

唳——

In the void of the universe, there is a huge landmass suspended, and countless large birds and monsters flutter their wings and cry, shuttling back and forth in the void.

This is the base camp of Yishen Palace. This land is a floating continent that came from the Qianyuan Realm. It is an original nest. Under the protection of gods and demons, there has been almost no change. Many floating continents are small and insignificant. The creatures, at this time, don’t even know that the world has changed.

After Netherworld Candle Dragon left the Demon Palace, he took a few steps and arrived at the base camp of the Bird Demon Clan.

Under the mutual aura, before he even landed on the floating continent, a fierce will spread over him.

"Zhulong, what do you want from me?"

"Senior Dark Crow, this junior is worried that those weird things will change, and I want to confirm again to avoid any accidents that may affect the overall situation."

The Netherworld Candle Dragon stopped outside the floating continent and offered his hand slightly. He actually held the courtesy of a junior and his tone was extremely polite.

You're welcome. This senior is a nine-headed crow. Everyone in the world thought he was dead. This is what he told the aliens. In fact, the crow is not dead. He is back again and has brought with him a hundred thousand rule-level weapons. weird.

Regarding the weirdness, the nine-headed crow is the real leader. He is just pushed to the bright side. For some reason, the senior crow doesn't want to leak the news that he is still alive, and he doesn't want to ask more questions.

"Accident? Those weird things have been strictly sealed. Without my help, it is impossible to escape."

The old voice was faint and ethereal, as if it had traveled through a different world before it was transmitted to Zhulong's mind.

"This junior is not afraid that the weird will break the seal and run away, but the human race has made big moves recently. I'm worried that they will discover the existence of the weird in advance and need to confirm whether there are any flaws in the storage place."

Netherworld Candle Dragon's expression was solemn, with worries looming in his eyes. These strange things were really important. They were the most powerful force used to control the human race today. They must not be missed.

"Well, since you're worried, go and have a look."

The Nine-Headed Dark Crow's voice was still calm, and it was obvious that he had no comment on Zhulong's concerns, but as if he was impatient to argue with Zhulong, he agreed directly.

"Thank you, Senior Crow Crow!"

Netherworld Candle Dragon offered his hand slightly. This Dark Crow had a very weird temper. He was relieved that he could let him go so easily this time.

call out!

A jet-black feather exuding a strange aura shot out from the void and automatically fell into the hands of the Netherworld Candle Dragon. After getting what he wanted, Zhulong no longer delayed, and disappeared in a flash.

In the wilderness of the universe and the endless battlefield, the figure of the Netherworld Candle Dragon stepped out, standing on a broken and confusing fragment of time and space.

The endless battlefield is not only chaotic, but also the largest of all battlefields. The Netherworld Candle Dragon crosses over according to the spatial coordinates left behind. Under the will perception, there is not a single living thing in the surrounding area.

The Netherworld Candle Dragon was extremely cautious, sweeping his will back and forth over and over again. After confirming safety again and again, he nodded with satisfaction, turned his palm over, and took out the pitch-black feather.

"Finally, I've waited for you!"

An unobservable silk thread gently wrapped around the neck of the Netherworld Candle Dragon. Bai Donglin was like a ghost, his will lurking in it, observing every move of the Candle Dragon.

For ten years, after ten years of secretly spying on him, this old dragon finally got the idea.

"These weird feathers belong to the Nine-Headed Crow? I didn't expect to get an unexpected bonus. The only Nine-Headed Crow in the world is not dead!"

"This is really big news!"

Under Bai Donglin's serious gaze, Netherworld Zhulong twisted the feathers in his hand with a solemn expression, pinched the magic formula with his left hand, and muttered something in his mouth.

The feathers trembled slightly, a faint light shone, and then dark flames surged out, the feathers burned fiercely, and there was a faint piercing cry.

"This is……"

Bai Donglin was certain that he was not dazzled. Through the Infinite River Styx, he could clearly observe with willpower that the blazing black feathers began to reappear, layer by layer, without knowing the geometry.

This is not the power of the dimension, he did not sense the breath of the dimension, but... the power of the world!

"I see. If you didn't know that the Nine-Headed Dark Crow is still alive, who would have thought of hiding it in this way? It's so secretive. There is no specific method. Even if you try hard, you won't be able to find it!"

Through the fluctuations of the aura emanating from the jet-black feathers, and combined with the secret introduction about the abilities of the Nine-headed Crow, Bai Donglin had already guessed where the weirdness was hidden.

Buzz——

Bai Donglin's thoughts did not affect the movements of the Netherworld Candle Dragon. The ceremony was completed, and the dark feathers were completely burned out, turning into a fireball shining with ghostly light and rising into the sky.

boom! !

The fireball exploded violently, time and space stagnated, and everything around seemed to have pressed the pause button.

The dark flame seemed to have strange magic power, and the area covered by it lost all color and turned into black and white.

Abstract and confusing, everything within a thousand miles radius, including the Netherworld Candle Dragon, has become strange, turning into a strange scene outlined by lines.

Like a line drawing that was forcibly embedded into the real world, the Netherworld Candle Dragon was like a cartoon character in the painting. With a wave of his hand, a door covered with patterns slowly emerged and opened automatically, revealing a dark entrance.

It was obviously not the first time that the Netherworld Candle Dragon had experienced such a scene. With a calm expression, he stepped into the dark hole. As the Candle Dragon entered, the white-drawn scene that spread thousands of miles was squeezed by the real world and compressed without any resistance. It disappears into a little bit of light.

Everything returned to normal again, as if the strange scene just now had never happened.

Tick-tock——

A drop of white water dropped into the endless darkness, creating circles of white ripples.

This is a strange and silent world, boundless in darkness. The Netherworld Candle Dragon walks on the dark mirror, causing countless ripples. After walking for dozens of steps, he stands still, bends over and reaches out to insert his hand into the darkness, endless white symbols. The text floated out from the palm of his hand, as if white paint had fallen into the black water, and the infection spread, white and black intertwined, spinning crazily.

A violent whirlpool gradually formed, and despite such a large movement, there was still no sound. This was a silent world.

"Haha, I finally found you, one hundred thousand rule-level weirdos!"

Bai Donglin's will was slightly agitated, and his eyes were lowered. He saw strange things standing squarely in the depths of the huge whirlpool.

There are the "six-color cubes" that he has seen before, and there are also four-color pyramids, and there are also nine-sided, eight-sided, etc., which are strange shapes, but Bai Donglin now understands that each side and each color represents a Powerful rules-level weirdness.

Nether Candle Dragon was cautious. After opening the vortex, he did not go down immediately. Instead, he observed outside for a moment to confirm that his back hand had not been touched, and then he stepped into the depths of the vortex with peace of mind.

At this time, Zhulong had ruled out the possibility of an outsider intrusion and began to check whether there was something strange inside.

Zhulong's movements are very fast. After all, he is in the Tenth Realm. Under the spread of will, every detail can be observed without any mistakes.

"Huh, it seems like I'm overthinking it. There's nothing wrong with it."

Netherworld Zhulong breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't feel like he was making a fuss out of a molehill. No matter how cautious he was about such a major matter that would determine the direction of the war, he couldn't be too cautious.

Zhulong, who had repeatedly confirmed that it was correct, closed the whirlpool passage with a magic hand, and left this strange world under the guidance of the "black flame" from the outside.

Tick-tock——

The endless river of Styx slowly manifested, an extremely subtle tributary, bringing a touch of green to the dark world.

"Hahaha, the 100,000 weird rules are all mine!"

"Jet black stone tablet, wake up, get ready for dinner!"

Bai Donglin stepped out of the Styx River. For the first time, he crossed the world line, left the real world, and came to the strange world located in the interlayer of infinite turbulence.

"This is really a good place to hide things! If I didn't have the rules of the world..."

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