I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

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Moa Yanyan Desert, the central oasis.

When Bai Donglin took out dozens of powerful "magic weapons" and placed them on the booth, the stirring aura and the twinkling light instantly attracted the attention of many monks on the square.

In less than a moment, the front of the booth was surrounded by monks. Except for those who were curious, more greedy eyes scanned Bai Donglin and the magic weapon in front of him over and over again.

But no one dared to act rashly. Not long ago, Lie Kong, the son of the Great Sun, killed several Dharma Phase Realm monks, and Can Nian was still wailing in the desert.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in this place, the cozy boss in front of him may be a ruthless person.

The crowd moved slightly, and a man dressed as a scholar, fluttering in white, holding a jade fan, came out more and more, slightly offering his hand.

"Hello boss, what's the explanation for the words on your sign?"

Bai Donglin opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the crowd, his eyes fell on the wooden board, and said casually:

"Isn't it written very clearly above?"

"Selling or not, it all depends on my mood."

Everyone was taken aback, could it be that they were illiterate?

The scholar's expression has not changed. The boss is right. Of course, the meaning on the board can be interpreted in this way. He has read countless books, and his thinking is naturally much sharper than others.

The scholar took a step forward and stretched out his hand to gently stroke the white jade flute on the booth, with a hint of affection in his eyes.

"Boss, how do you sell this flute?"

Bai Donglin looked at him, stood up and adjusted his robe. Naturally, he had to do his first business well and set an example for the people behind.

"I don't know where you are from? What school do you follow?"

The scholar's brows frowned slightly, is this a business or an account check? But he did like this flute at a glance, and he was from a decent family, so there was nothing to say.

"Zai Xia comes from the cultural domain, and studied under one of the eight great academies under the name of Confucianism, Lanke Academy!"

Bai Donglin nodded slightly. From this person's innocent and awe-inspiring righteousness, it can be seen that he is indeed a Confucian student.

Wenyu, located on the coast of the South China Sea, is extremely far away, so it is naturally qualified to have an horn stele.

"This flute can be sold to you, how many spirits and spirits do you have on your body?"

The monks around are even more weird. You sell things when you sell them, and you're done with a good price. What are you doing with so many bells and whistles!

The scholar was also honest and said without reservation: "There are three hundred and twenty thousand high-grade spiritual stones on his lower body, and five middle-grade mysterious liquids."

Spirit liquid, like spirit stone, is hard currency in the cultivation world, and can be used as currency.

The spiritual liquid has a wide range of uses, it can be used for alchemy, it can be swallowed for cultivation, it can be used to replenish energy during battle, and so on.

Lingye is divided into four grades: Heaven, Earth Xuanhuang, and each grade is divided into lower, middle, and upper grades.

The spiritual liquids of the black and yellow levels can already be used by monks under the power, while the spiritual liquids of the heaven and earth levels are extremely precious, which can be said to be a strategic resource.

Because these two levels of spiritual fluids are one of the best energy sources for rebirth after the death of Mighty, and to rebuild the divine body!

"Since you are a Confucian student, and I am the person who appreciates most knowledgeable and cultural people."

"Well, let's give you a preferential price, 200,000 high-grade spiritual stones, two spiritual liquids, how about?"

Bai Donglin didn't have a big mouth from a lion. The price was indeed cheap. The magic weapon of the horn stele included the blessing of Wuwei Divine Soul, which was completely worth the price.

"Okay, thank you boss!"

The scholar looked happy and threw a storage bag to Bai Donglin, picked up the white jade flute, stroked it for a moment, and blew it under his mouth.

The jade flute trembled lightly, and the open and straightforward aura of righteousness surged, and a white sound wave visible to the naked eye emerged, sweeping across the tall sand dunes in the distance in a flash.

Silently, the huge sand dunes suddenly turned into nothingness, as if they had been wiped out by life.

Hiss!

The surrounding monks all took a breath, their expressions shocked, this magic weapon is so powerful!

There is no sacrifice yet, this power is already comparable to a middle-grade spirit weapon!

If it were to be thoroughly sacrificed, wouldn't it be possible to directly reach the level of a high-grade spirit weapon?

The effect I have seen with my own eyes is naturally better than any advertisement. As long as there is some strength in the bag, they will all rush forward with an eager look.

"Boss! Boss! Give me one too!"

"The same for me!"

"I have Lingshi Lingye!"

"Fuck, don't squeeze, don't jump in the line, line up in sequence, understand?"

Bai Donglin squinted his eyes slightly, with a kind smile like an old father, clapped his hands and said:

"Don't worry, don't worry, come one by one."

"Little girl, where are you from? What school do you follow? How many people are there in your family? Can you get married?"

…

One month later, the desert is extremely deep.

The huge cave that was temporarily opened up is engraved with dense isolation runes on the metalized rock wall.

Bai Donglin, who had just been awarded the title of "Sanbao Boy", sat cross-legged in the center of the cave with a solemn expression.

In just one month, he sold hundreds of splits of the obelisk, and almost wiped out hundreds of monks from all over the world and from different realms.

He already had a fuzzy grid map in his mind, the huge Qianyuan Continent, with hundreds of dazzling light spots floating on it, faintly forming a giant net and shrouded it.

"The number is still too small. There are 129,600 realms. At least every realm has to be equipped with an obelisk."

"Even that huge three hundred and sixty-five sanctuary, one is not enough."

Bai Donglin shook his head slightly. This is a big project. This time the Absolute Palace is born, it is already very good to attract monks from hundreds of realms.

That's it for this time. The monks who can meet his requirements have all won the spire.

After all, this candidate is not for anyone. Without strength, a monk with a weak blessing will naturally not work. What is the use of holding a pointed stele and dying on the road?

Taking out so many treasures at once is already very eye-catching, and he has slaughtered several waves to rob his monks this month.

In the eyes of many monks, Bai Donglin is now a moving treasure house.

Not only those magical treasures, but Bai Donglin's ability to accumulate wealth has been exhausted this month, and the accumulation of Lingshi Lingye in the storage space has reached a terrifying point.

His original idea at the beginning was just to be able to send these obelisks out. It didn't matter whether he made money or not, anyway, it was a business without capital.

But I didn't expect these monks to be so rich, accidentally, did not hold back, and made a lot of money!

The strength of the monk is one of his considerations when he sends the horn stele. Only with strength can the horn stele be sent to a specific realm, and the strong monk naturally has no shortage of spirit stones and spirit fluids.

Naturally, the more cultivation resources are for him, the more the better, and there is certainly no reason to turn away.

"This is a good way to make money, kill two birds with one stone!"

Bai Donglin called out the golden and red pointed stele and touched it lightly. His eyes were full of appreciation. It was a good treasure, with endless dimensions and endless splits.

In the future, it can be sold all over the entire one real world!

Inexhaustible, inexhaustible, is the endless possession of the dimensional creator!

Bai Donglin put away the horn stele, calmed his mind, and moved his mind. The empty crystal **** were taken out, floating around his body, ups and downs.

There are twenty-five seeds of laws of gravity, magnetism, tides, prophets, foresight, and so on.

The dimensional space law of Wushuang level is still unavailable and has not been taken out by him.

For the remaining twenty-five kinds of law seeds, gravitation is derived from loyalty, magnetic tides are given to him with compassion, and prophecy is found in the small vaults of those low-dimensional worlds. They are two more precious laws.

The two law seeds he gave back to Lianxin are prophetic foresight, which is the Wushuang level, the subordinate sequence law branch of the law of foresight.

It is indeed quite suitable for the pitiful early warning physique.

There are indeed a lot of law seeds in the many small vaults in the low-dimensional world, but most of them are repetitive and low-level.

In total, Bai Donglin also found 22 that he could use. This was because the types of laws he engraved were few.

The Twenty-Two Laws is a bit interesting except for the prophecy. The other 20 rules are not mentioned, they are just used to make up the number.

The seed of the law is scarce, and if the precious law is obtained, the monks will naturally use it early, and there are very few remaining phenomena.

Bai Donglin was calm and mindful, his mind turned into a knife to cut away distracting thoughts, and carefully guided the seeds of the law of gravity out of the empty crystal ball.

Falling into the palm of the hand, a spiritual orifice in the body shone fiercely, swallowing the seed in an instant.

The most precious gravitational seed was successfully planted, UU看书www.uukanshu. com Bai Donglin breathed a sigh of relief, and after spending some time, the seeds of the rest of the laws were also smoothly integrated into the Ling Aperture.

With the powerful soul of the Eighth Heaven of God Origin, without interference, the inoculation of the seed of the law will hardly fail.

Mind swept through many spiritual orifices, and Bai Donglin realized that he had planted fifty laws without knowing it, as well as a weak swallowing law.

However, only ten laws have been incorporated into the source of light. Planting seeds is only the beginning, and the engraving of the enlightenment is the top priority.

"The road is really long."

"Mortals admire the monks' longevity, but they don't know that most of their time is spent on boring cultivation experience."

Effort and talent are indispensable.

There is no strong person who can succeed casually.

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