I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

This is not an illusion.

Everything is real.

There are many ten realms, and the fiery will sweeps back and forth. They can be sure that everything in front of them is real, and the will is not confused. If this is still fake, then it means that they have always lived in an illusory world. among.

This is a more terrifying guess than Bai Donglin raising the Demon Palace with one hand. All the ten realms shook their heads slightly, denying this possibility.

Bai Donglin looked in all directions, a smile flashed in his eyes, looked at the ten realms who were all shocked, and nodded with some satisfaction.

Affirmation of this brute force!

Is his power really so terrifying?

This is naturally impossible. As a body cultivator, his brute force is indeed against the sky, but it is not so terrifying. , can only be the legendary eleven realms.

He was able to lift the Demon Palace, but only with the help of external force, and the answer to the mystery was—Uninterrupted Styx!

The last time he sneaked into the Demon Palace, he had embedded the Styx River in every corner of the Demon Palace. At this moment, he just merged the Styx River in his body with its tributaries. The terrifying power of the demon was guided out, so that the demon palace was lifted up.

Not to mention one-handed, even one hair can do it, but it's just a pretense.

"I don't believe it! There is no one and only one in the world, and there is no possibility of a monster like you!"

"Demon Palace! Killing—"

Nether Candle Dragon's eyes were red, and he was struck by the scene in front of him. In his heart, the Demon Palace, which was like faith, should not be desecrated by this. Kill Bai Donglin completely.

He no longer has the intention to keep his hands, and the Tao's heart is dark, which is an extremely strong shadow of crisis.

Boom!

The demon palace trembled violently, and endless divine light burst out, like a gorgeous flame, shrouding the temple body spanning tens of thousands of light-years, and the rotten time and space were roasted into nothingness.

A trace of mockery flashed in Bai Donglin's eyes, his right hand remained motionless, and the Nether Torch Dragon's best efforts only caused some ripples in the Wuji River Styx.

The essence of Wuminghe is extremely high. In Bai Donglin's view, that bald man is very likely not the only realm of the true self, but a higher realm of creation on the other side!

Such Styx, how can it be a ten realm, and the Demon Palace can be shaken?

"The battle monument should be taken back, this demon palace is mine too!"

"It's really lacking a heavy weapon, this demon palace is a perfect match for Ming."

The endless Styx has invaded every corner of the Demon Palace, even if it is still under the control of the Nether Torch Dragon, it still cannot stop him.

He reached forward with his palm, passed through the ethereal Styx River, directly ignoring the temple walls and many cipher texts, and instantly reached the core of the Demon Palace, which is above the broken Wa Palace.

The battle monument is shining brightly, suspended in the void, slowly rotating, the demon clan can create the treasure of the demon palace, the key is to rely on this battle monument to play the role of a bridge.

With a vigorous hand, he protruded out of nothingness, grabbed the battle monument tightly, took it off, and retracted the boundless river to disappear.

Buzz!

The demon palace trembled violently, and the colorful divine light flames lingering around the body suddenly extinguished, the brilliance dissipated, and it became dim and dead, revealing the pure and deep pitch-black temple body, which was the original color of the core of the transcendent world.

"Pfft!"

"What, what's going on!? The demon palace, my demon palace, is gone..."

The dazzling dragon scales of the Nether Candle Dragon dimmed, and received a great backlash. He spit out a mouthful of real dragon essence blood, and his eyes were lost. He clearly felt that the "spirit" of the demon palace was annihilated.

"Bai Donglin, what exactly did you do!?"

"Return to my demon palace!"

Roar! hold head high--

The ghost candle dragon is completely terrifying, his eyes are red, and he roars up to the sky. The demon palace is the foundation of the demon clan. It can suppress all enemies and protect the endless clansmen. At this time, he lost it from his hands. He didn't go crazy on the spot. Calm enough.

The burning will, the call of voice transmission, and the ten realms of the scaled and armored bird monsters all received the lost voice transmission of the demon palace, and their expressions changed wildly, and they slaughtered towards Bai Donglin.

"Where do you want to go!?"

Although the human race masters don't know what happened, they will not just watch it, their eyes are shining, and they continue to entangle with the ten realms of the demon race who want to leave.

"die--"

The huge dragon body of the Nether Candle Dragon spreads for six light years, and the sharp dragon claws tightly hold the Heaven-shattering Seal, frantically burning Shou Yuan, urging it with all its strength, and smashing it towards Bai Donglin.

Now is not the time to feel sorry for Shouyuan. If he can't take back the Demon Palace, then his Nether Torch Dragon is the eternal sinner of the Demon Race.

"Good come!"

Bai Donglin's thoughts moved, and the endless Styx River flowing inside the Demon Palace suddenly expanded slightly outwards, swallowing the entire Demon Palace.

The incomparably gigantic Demon Palace was like a bubble. It flashed slightly and disappeared into the void. Such a scene once again stimulated the Nether Torch Dragon, its scarlet eyes, as if blood was about to flow, and the movement was quick again. point.

"kill!!"

clang! rumbling—

Bai Donglin's fists shone with crystal brilliance, and he did not avoid it, and directly bombarded the sky-shattering seal in the crudest way.

With all his strength, he has a body that is more than three light-years away, which is not much worse than the Nether Torch Dragon, so it is not abrupt when the two fight.

The real dragon clan is famous for its powerful physical body, and Bai Donglin is also a physical practitioner who cultivates the physical body. The battle between the two is nothing fancy, just the purest hand-to-hand combat.

The vast and mighty force was surging, and the aftermath of the terrifying destruction swept across, and circles were like substantial ripples, smashing the confusing time and space wherever it passed.

They all used ancient tools, and the attacks that erupted were more tyrannical than the ordinary Ten Realms. Every time they collided, they could tear apart the extremely hard boundary walls, and scarlet cracks filled the void.

To a certain extent, based on the number of barriers that a cultivator can shatter, it is possible to roughly calculate its strength.

The so-called "shattering the void" can be done in the eighth realm, smashing the space and entering the dark space interlayer.

When he reached the ninth realm, he could smash the dimensional collision in the dark space interlayer, and reach the inner dimensional space of the only real world, where it was a white color.

The ruler of the ten realms can use his own magic weapon of destiny to explode with all his strength. In the inner dimensional space, he will smash the only incomparably hard boundary wall of the true realm, open a faint scarlet crack, and reach the boundless outer dimensional space.

And if you want to break the boundary wall easily, or even persistently, the powerhouses of the ten realms have to use the power of ancient artifacts.

Boom! click-

The violent confrontation erupted millions of times in an instant, and the aftermath of the ferocity was turbulent, and the scarlet world seam could not heal for a long time.

"It's coming! It's coming! It's almost..."

Bai Donglin is getting more and more mad as he fights, and the broken air in his hands is shining brightly. He is not afraid of being injured, not afraid of consumption, and not afraid of death. attack! Attack again! !

The scarlet light in Nether Torch Dragon's eyes gradually disappeared, and he was gradually shocked and expected. Under such a fierce confrontation, he clearly felt that there was no source fluctuation in Bai Donglin, nor the power of Primordial Primordial.

This kid has yet to break through the Ten Realms!

But why was he the one who was beaten?

The ghost candle dragon roared in his heart, and countless common senses were shattered by blows.

Bai Donglin felt the puzzlement of the Nether Torch Dragon, and a smile flashed in his eyes. The truth is often more cruel. At this time, he has not used all his strength.

After the Demon Palace lost the battle monument, it can be said that it has become an extremely heavy piece of "scrap iron", and it can no longer be driven against the enemy because it is too heavy.

But this does not exist for Bai Donglin who owns Styx River. He can use the power of Styx River to use the Demon Palace as a simple heavy weapon to smash people.

Moreover, the uninterrupted Styx River wraps the Demon Palace, which can be completely hidden. It is better to use it for sneak attacks, completely erasing the original clumsy attack method of the Demon Palace.

That is to say, if he wants to kill the Nether Torch Dragon, he actually only needs to smash the Demon Palace hard to explain the battle.

Not only did he not use the Demon Palace, he didn't even use the ten rules completely, but simply motivated the rules of divine power!

The reason for this is that with the help of the Dao Enlightenment Orb, after a thousand years of time-accelerating perception, the rules of divine power should take the first step to complete the transformation and become the rules of origin.

Now there is only a little chance to condense the original rules of divine power and break through to the tenth - the realm of Primordial Promise!

Different monks, different rules, need different opportunities and insights when promotion becomes the source.

Just like Mora, his breakthrough opportunity was that in the endless torture, he became enlightened, fell into hell, and completed the transformation of his origin.

And the opportunity for Bai Donglin's breakthrough~www.readwn.com~ or the opportunity for the transformation of the rules of divine power is in the battle of selflessness!

Strength is the way to kill.

Only in the fierce battle can we seize the fleeting opportunity to complete the transformation and advance to the original rules.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Come on, come on, I already feel it..."

"Divine power! Divine power!"

rumbling—

Bai Donglin's eyes were extremely bright, and the frantic fighting intent was boiling and burning in his heart.

The incomparably huge fists, continuous, smashed down on the Nether Torch Dragon, and immediately the skin burst into flesh, and the original particles were continuously wiped out.

hold head high--

The Nether Torch Dragon continued to mourn, and unconsciously, there was a hint of fear in his heart.

This is a monster! !