I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

The Blood Palm of the Origin Secret God (fake): Those locked by this attack cannot avoid it by any means. Under the palm, all time, space, destiny, and cause and effect are blocked...

Bai Donglin's eyes flashed slightly, and a wisp of information appeared in his mind inexplicably, as if he knew it innately, and as if it had been firmly engraved in the depths of his memory eons ago. It only appeared automatically when he saw the bloody hand.

"This power is..."

"Information setting? You can't dodge, you can only bear this palm."

While thinking, Bai Donglin clearly sensed that many rules around him began to dissipate, including his own ten original rules condensed from his super-god realm.

"If this attack had been taken by the God of Origin and Mystery himself during his lifetime, the eleven realms present would probably have died completely. Fortunately, the bloody hand only relied on the power remaining in the corpse of the God of Mystery. It has its own shape, but no Its meaning."

The mind instantly evaluates the attack strength of the bleeding palm through the perceived aura fluctuations. Although it is weird and unpredictable, it is not enough to obliterate the existence of the eleventh realm.

Bai Donglin was flexible, and at a glance, he understood what Curaçao and the others were thinking. They wanted to use the power of bloody hands to break his suppression and take the opportunity to escape.

"Tsk! Apart from being unable to evade, it's not a big deal. It's just that the shape is a bit huge and a bit bluffing."

The so-called information setting seems to have completely crushed the existence under the Twelve Realms, but Bai Donglin is very confident.

Not to mention this superficial attack, even if the God of Origin is still alive, he has a way to get rid of the "setting" that was forcibly given to him. He only needs to destroy himself once.

The state of the observer is mysterious and mysterious, and nothing can be added to it.

It's possible to do this, but it's not necessary.

In an instant, Bai Donglin forcibly gathered together, and the time rules used to freeze the quantum cloud of thinking also disappeared strangely under the influence of "information setting", but it didn't matter, he had finished thinking in the still time. .

Since you can't avoid it, then break it with all your strength!

Bai Donglin's eyes were stern, and he used his trump card killing move. His figure disappeared, and an invisible sword light was cut out from the depths of his heart and struck on himself. Ninety-ninety-nine percent of his body was torn apart. Come down and transform into a selfless clone.

The remaining body of existence, under the influence of immortality, was instantly resurrected with full blood, and then an invisible sword flashed through his heart, cutting off the selfless clone again.

It's a long story, but in an instant, one hundred and one figures were connected in a straight line.

Whoops! !

As Bai Donglin's right fist suddenly clenched, the one hundred clones without self-awareness in front of him, all containing the endless material energy of the one-yuan spiritual world, burned out in an instant, turning into bright haloes, entwined around the world. Above the fist.

Bai Donglin's expression changed, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes. His extremely hard body instantly became like a broken ceramic doll, covered with shining cracks.

The power of blessing a hundred clones is already his current limit.

At this time, the boundless palm of blood had already fallen.

"Drink! Ha!!"

Bai Donglin shouted angrily, his voice resounding through the void. The extremely oppressive and violent aura instantly attracted the eyes of all the powerful men, who all involuntarily looked at the terrifying fist surrounded by the bright light wheel.

"What's this!??"

Chi Ming's pupils shrank sharply, and he was so shocked that he forgot about the bloody hand attack above his head. He saw that in those light wheels, there were many vast worlds, sinking, burning, and destroying...

"Self-destruction·Abandoning body fist! Hundred rounds!"

Boom! !

An "extremely small" fist shadow cut through the void and hit the bloody hand hard. What followed was absolute silence and extreme depression.

The next moment, the endless platinum fist blades, with the origin of the collision as the core, spread crazily in all directions. In just an instant, the big blood-red hand spanning hundreds of billions of light years was submerged in the hot platinum light.

Under the extreme destruction, it was eroded, shattered, and turned into complete nothingness.

Click!

"Holy crap—"

Curacao, which was held in Bai Donglin's left hand, was the closest to the core of the attack. Being hit by the aftermath of the attack, the blade suddenly opened a crack that penetrated the whole body, and all the strange blood on it was burned away.

The divine light of the Blade of Weeping Blood dimmed and it was severely injured. Curacao only had time to let out a frightened scream before his consciousness fell into a self-protective slumber.

When the light of destruction dissipated, all the beings opened their eyes with dull expressions, and their senses whizzed away. The huge bloody hand had been completely wiped out, and the ban set by the blood hand information also automatically dissipated, and the figure that fired the terrifying blow also disappeared. Gone.

"What are you looking for?"

Turlon's figure froze, and he wanted to escape, but it was already too late. A fist surrounded by golden flames penetrated from his nebula head, and his purple eyes were completely extinguished.

"What a terrible human race..."

As the last thought fell, two fingers that penetrated time and space directly crushed the source of Turlon's existence.

"escape!!"

Many black disaster experts looked horrified and stepped into the long river of time and space without hesitation, hiding and escaping.

Bai Donglin frowned. It was already a little too late to pursue him at this time. The blockade of the Supergod Realm had been shattered by the confrontation with Bloody Hand just now. It would take an instant to reopen the blockade of time and space. In this short time, with the ability of the Eleventh Realm, he would have escaped long ago.

Winning the first battle, with one against six, killing two and capturing one alive. This is already an extremely proud record. It is a great victory, no loss at all!

In a battle between the eleven realms, it is very difficult to cause casualties unless one party has absolute suppression. Bai Donglin knew this very well, so he opened up all his firepower from the beginning and used the forbidden technique "Extreme Sublimation" to kill the black disaster expert with crushing power.

All the creatures of the black disaster escaped in an instant. The strong men belonging to the Taihao heavens were still stunned on the spot, staring at Bai Donglin with shocked and strange eyes.

Bai Donglin looked around with a calm expression. He knew that the punch he just punched was indeed shocking and exceeded the conventional power of the Eleventh Realm. It was understandable that everyone was in disbelief.

‘This is just one of my trump cards. If you want to live a long time, you must always have your trump cards! ’

There are many things that cannot be announced in front of others. You must always keep it mysterious, have something at the bottom of the box, and always take advantage of the information gap.

For example, all those who are in the only realm of the true self that have closed the timeline dare not use the power of the future, because they are almost certain to die under the weird and unpredictable backlash.

And how could he be afraid of death?

I dare not say that he can go too far into the future, but he in the Twelve Realm can still borrow a blow temporarily. This is his ultimate trump card, and it is the confidence that he dares to smile playfully in front of the source of information!

After the war subsided, Bai Donglin withdrew to his fullest extent, and the golden flames that were flickering on his body slowly dissipated.

"Um?"

Bai Donglin suddenly looked stunned, with a look of surprise in his eyes. He looked at a golden flame particle in front of him that was on the verge of disintegrating. He stretched out his arm and probed into the small universe that was born from the collision of particles and was about to disappear like a flash in the pan.

The golden flame particles are strange particles condensed by Bai Donglin's breath and the "three lights" that escape from the body surface when he explodes with all his strength. They are extremely heavy, extremely small, and endless. They gather into golden flame clothes and cover the whole body.

Appearing in the outside world, it is a blazing golden flame. In the microscopic world, it is essentially extremely heavy particles moving at extremely fast speeds. The particles will violently collide with each other or impact with external intrusion attacks.

Such a terrifying collision of extremely heavy particles will form a "singularity explosion effect" and open up a fleeting micro-universe. Although it is only a small universe with a depth of only a few million to 100 million light-years, it will still A terrifying hot and destructive power erupted.

The Golden Flame Clothes, which are formed by the birth and death of countless micro-universes, are a natural defensive barrier. Existences that do not meet the standards of the Eleventh Realm will die if touched.

These small universes formed by particle collisions are nothing more than that. They come and go only in an instant. Even the high temperature of the big bang has not cooled down. There is no possibility of the formation of material celestial bodies. They are failures in the development of the universe.

But in this extreme universe, Bai Donglin sensed a faint breath of life. This was an impossible miracle.

Before the golden flame particles dissipated, Bai Donglin withdrew his clenched palms, spread them out, and a small figure curled up on top of them.

Chiguo's body was trembling slightly, as if waiting for death to come. The surface of his body was shimmering with divine light, and there were bright spots of light dancing around. They were miniature celestial bodies that exuded hot aura, including big suns, neutron stars, and pulses. Stars, black holes...

"Hey~"

The little guy's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his clear and bright big eyes. He looked around with curiosity and fear, and then stared straight at Bai Donglin, showing a trace of admiration.

"Hey! It's Father God! Hug~"