I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

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Bai Donglin, who watched all this from behind, showed a slight admiration in his eyes. This godlessness was a good seed.

The change of God’s mentality is naturally not hidden from him, and the movement in his divine sea is also invisible to his soul. Under such circumstances, he can remain sober and vigilant. He has talent and brain, not to mention how big he will be in the future. Achievement, at least it is difficult to be smashed by others.

God is indispensable among this group of new disciples, the talent is one of the best. They are born with two peerless-level supernatural powers, the law of the left eye and the law of the yin and the right eye. A supernatural power named "Wan Hua Yin Yang".

It is not simple to pass down this kind of superb blood, but unlike ordinary mortals like him, who has no blood to pass on, he can only rely on his own talent and hard work.

As Bai Donglin thought about it, the mask barrier that opened the light door changed again.

The light shield covering the huge altar began to become dim, and its power was lost. All the characters were converged into a "soldier" character, shrunk into a small mysterious character, and engraved into the palm of Godlessness.

The mask was broken, the dust was sealed for a long time, and the blood-red altar worshipped by countless bones finally ushered in the inheritors again.

Shen Wuwei looked solemn and slowly walked up to the altar. Bai Donglin followed closely behind him and scanned the rune patterns inscribed on the altar. He was very curious about this low-dimensional world and this obliterated race. I want to know what the disaster they are facing is.

All intelligent beings like to portray and draw. When I am alive, I write a biography. When I am buried in the soil, I have to set up a stone monument in front of the grave. It shows that I have existed in this world. This is not only a record. The way of inheritance is also a way to leave a mark of one's own existence.

Therefore, regardless of whether Bai Donglin can read or understand the character patterns on the blood red altar, they are all imprinted in his own soul under the shroud of divine thoughts, and a blood red altar that is exactly the same three-dimensionally is in his soul. Recast.

He can't understand these character patterns now, and it doesn't mean that they won't work in the future. This is also a kind of accumulation of knowledge, and maybe it will play a special role sometime.

Bai Donglin looked left and right, walking in front of God Wuwei, as he approached the top of the altar, his expression became more and more solemn, as if he was a pilgrimage, rising from his forehead and brows, and his body began to emit bursts of golden light. Countless characters are circulating.

The golden gleaming gods are all indispensable, like gods and men, walking step by step on the weird and mysterious blood-red altar, but the picture is not abrupt, but unusually harmonious.

Here and now, the sacred and evil are merged and unified.

This blood-red altar was huge, and the gods were all-inclusive and walking very slowly. This seemed to be some kind of ritual. Bai Donglin's eyes calmly followed behind, and he was not anxious. He had waited for a hundred thousand years, and he didn't care about this time.

After a long time, the two men climbed to the top of the flat altar, which was as smooth as a mirror-faced blood-red altar, which was different from the engraved character patterns on all sides of the altar. The ground here was smooth enough to illuminate human figures.

On the top of the huge empty altar, only a golden spire stands in the center.

Hum!

The golden spire made a strange buzzing sound, and then began to flash golden light, the whole blood red altar began to tremble slightly, countless golden rays of light shot out from the sharp corners of the golden spire, straight into the smooth top of the altar, The light entered the blood red altar and began to reflect crazily in it, and the light and shadow were outlined by countless lights.

Bai Donglin and Shen Wuwei stood on the top of the altar, looking down through the crimson mirror, looking down as if from the perspective of a god. The picture in it was like a panoramic view. With countless pictures appearing, the roars of fighting and fighting came to the two from unknown places. Ears.

"Roar! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Kill! Kill!"

The endless battlefield spread from endless continents to the depths of the universe, with a raging tide of soldiers and fierce battles.

"End! In the name of the warrior!"

"Cut! Cut! Cut!"

Countless black armored soldiers looked crazy, roared in their mouths, and they were all majestic and terrifying, and their eyes were full of enthusiasm. They pinched the mysterious magic with their hands. A trace of golden light gushed from the soldiers' chests, connecting many soldiers in series. Tens of millions, billions, trillions of black armored soldiers are all connected by golden light.

In the boundless battlefield of fierce fighting, a huge group of light suddenly appeared, intertwined with countless golden rays.

Roar!

The terrifying roar roars into the sky, bang! As a huge arm protruded from the golden light cluster, the golden light shrank and disappeared. A huge body stood between the heavens and the earth. The height of the body was unknown, and its feet stepped on the continent. Three huge heads broke through the sky and were exposed. In the void of the universe, this giant has three heads and six arms!

Six huge eyes opened, and six huge golden beams of light shot out in an instant. Wherever they passed, whether it was stars, continents, or the sun, they all turned into nothingness. The beams of light did not disappear until hundreds of light years away. Exhausted.

"Cutting!"

The three-headed and six-armed giant roared, six arms emptied, and a large sword made of numerous golden lights emerged out of thin air. The giant swung the knife, and the dazzling white light made Bai Donglin's eyes squint.

After the white light dissipated, the two once again looked at the cosmic void cut by the giant, and a black fracture appeared in the brilliant cosmic void!

Xinghe was cut off!

Bai Donglin understood what this meant. The endless sun stars in the void of the universe were slashed by a single knife just now, and they were all annihilated in the pitch-black cracks!

"End! In the name of the warrior!"

A majestic voice spread throughout the endless battlefield, and the same golden light groups began to emerge on the battlefield one after another, one, ten, a hundred...

Countless light groups spread to the end of the line of sight.

Hum!

The golden horn stele buzzed again, countless light began to shrink back into the stele, and the image of the blood-red altar below disappeared at the same time.

The shocking color in the eyes of Bai Donglin and Shen Wuqian can't dissipate for a long time, what kind of race is this war clan? It is so terrifying, is that powerful battle formation a soldier's battle formation? What is the relationship between military strategists and war clan?

After seeing these pictures, Bai Donglin's eyes were even more confused, but this battle formation was indeed a bit powerful, no wonder Shengzong was so fancy, it was more than just about the middle and low-end battles!

This horn stele should not be a complete legacy of military battle formations, at least it could not be the "three-headed six-armed giant" battle formation seen in the picture just now. Such an unreasonable thing would appear so easily.

He can't carry this kind of thing with his life and luck. Look at God, he doesn't lose a single hair like a spring outing. If he can get this kind of battle formation against the sky in this way, he would doubt this inheritance. Are there any hidden dangers in it?

At this time, Shen Wuqian also came back to his senses, staring at the golden spire, a small character ejected from the center of the eyebrows and shot directly into the monument.

The golden stele shook, and a golden beam of light shot out, centered on the godless eyebrows. There were countless mysterious characters flowing in the beam of light, all flooding into the godless sea of ​​gods.

Has the inheritance begun? This is too casual, Bai Donglin is even more sure that this inheritance is not the battlefield seen in the screen just now.

He advocates the ultimate combat power of individuals, and he doesn't really have much desire for battles, but after reading the "excellent advertisement" before the inheritance of the golden spire, he now wants to see and see.

When the mind moved, the spirit of Wuwei burned fiercely, and the pure soul origin of black and white turned into two solid thin threads, twisted and twisted with each other, and ejected from the small white eyebrows.

The black and white thin lines are extremely fine, extremely hard, and they hit the golden spire in an instant, clang! There was a deafening clash of gold and iron, which only Bai Donglin's spirit could hear.

Frowning slightly, this golden spire is hard and exaggerated. It is necessary to know that soul attacks are extremely penetrating to materials, and some ordinary materials can even be ignored. This golden spire is just like facing his soul attack. Faced with "physical" attacks in general.

It's a bit contrary to common sense, but it's reasonable for this kind of mystery that was a long time ago to have such powerful characteristics.

Bai Donglin's eyes condensed, and the burning speed of the soul skyrocketed again, and the condensed soul thread entwined in black and white began to emit a hazy gray light.

Clang clang clang!

There were tens of thousands of strikes in an instant, and the stele remained motionless, not to mention breaking through, and there was no trace left. Bai Donglin kept moving, and his soul continued to burn. He was going with this thing.

Anyway, there is an immortal recovery soul, as long as you control it not to burn yourself to death, otherwise you will return to the flesh after the resurrection, and he can continue to attack until the sky is old!

Shen Wuqian still stood with his eyes closed, and the golden beam of light connected him to the obelisk. This inheritance seemed endless and took a long time.

Bai Donglin's eyes were still indifferent and calm, but his face became serious and stubborn. He really didn't believe it today.

Wuwei Divine Soul stepped out of the small white divine sea ~www.readwn.com~ and came to sit cross-legged in front of the spire, pinching the mysterious magic with his hands, like the soul of the deep sea surging out, and instantly The entire obelisk was submerged.

Just when he was about to zoom in on the move, the golden spire suddenly changed, and it trembled slightly, as if sensing something, another golden beam of light sprayed out, directly connected to the eyebrows of Wuwei Spirit, an endless mystery. The characters are instantly transmitted into the soul!

Bai Donglin was taken aback for a moment. This horn stele didn't seem to be frightened. As his mind turned, his eyes flashed with enlightenment.

It turns out that the reason why Shen Wuwei was chosen is not just because of the broken paper, but because of his yin and yang supernatural powers original law!

Wuwei Shenhun is condensed with Yin-Yang Taiji diagram as its core!

Cut off the distracting thoughts, Bai Donglin began to immerse himself in the inheritance.

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