I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

The latest website: The dark temple carries more than a hundred ten-level powerhouses, passing through a hidden space-time passage and escaping into the outer dimension.

After galloping for a moment, it came to a standstill, and a faint light blazed out, sinking straight into a place of nothingness.

Buzz!

The void trembled violently, ripples rippling in circles, endlessly pitch-black as ink, and the liquid condensed from the strange runes surged out.

Twisted and stretched, it spread disorderly, and in an instant, it turned into a complicated cobweb-like pattern, covering tens of thousands of light-years. A scarlet altar with a vast breath jumped out, floating in the center of the array.

The pitch-black temple flickered slightly, falling on the scarlet altar, and a rich black light flowed out, which was closely connected with the array below.

"The ancient road of conquest! Open!"

boom!

As the **** of death recited the incantation, a dazzling scarlet beam of light sprayed out, covering the pitch-black temple, shining fiercely, and then disappeared instantly, and the altar and the array were also hidden.

The next moment, in the depths of the dimension nine trillion light-years away from the only real world, the dark temple appeared out of thin air.

Following the same steps, a faint light shot out, and the formation diagram and the scarlet altar reappeared.

"The ancient road of conquest! Open-"

boom! In an instant, the dark temple escaped an extremely far distance.

In this way, after dozens of jumps, he finally reached the origin of the alien race.

This is a gray and strange space. The laws and rules of heaven and earth seem to be infected with a trace of malice. It is dark and dark, and negatively converges. The will of the living creatures living here will be polluted and degenerated.

"Is this the place of origin of alien races?"

The secluded eyes under the witch god's hood flickered slightly. Although his will, which was tampered with by the "information editor", contained all the memories of the witch god, this was his first time here.

First of all, this place is too far away, even a ten-level powerhouse can hardly reach it by escaping without resorting to special methods.

The second is that the ancient road of conquest cannot be easily activated. There is no special reason to attract the attention of inquiry, which will increase the possibility of revealing one's identity.

The ancient road of conquest is a jump formation built by alien races to invade the only real world. It is jointly controlled by alien races. Once activated, all alien forces will be alerted.

"Everyone, let's get started!"

The **** of death looked around, and all the ten realms nodded slightly, their figures flickered, and they appeared outside the temple at the same time.

Among the hundreds of figures, another twelve stepped out in a few steps, standing in different directions, forming a circle. They are from the twelve strongest ethnic groups of the alien race. The Endless Abyss and the Heretic God Realm have their own ancient instruments of sleep, so is not included in it.

The God of Death, the Great Darkness, the source of annihilation, the Witch God... looked at each other, flipped their palms at the same time, and took out a token with a strange shape. In fact, it twisted and wriggled like a living thing.

This time, I want to completely open the ancient artifact of sleep. Compared with the last time I used nine tokens to wake the sleeper for the endless battle, I need all twelve now.

"The ghost of the ghost, the evil of panic!"

"The source of turbidity, the boat of Du'e!"

"open--"

Boom!

Twelve gray beams of light sprayed out from the token, meeting in the center, the void trembled and collapsed, and a huge shadow fell out.

This is an object that is perfectly round at the bottom and gradually shrinks upward, like a drop of water. The surface is dark and extremely smooth. It can reflect everything and devour everything.

tick-

The jet-black water droplets rippled on the surface, and clumps of liquid split out. There were many grotesque figures, with their eyes closed and curled up inside.

"Ancestor! Wake up! The tribe needs your strength!!"

The God of Death looked fervently, and he clenched his hands to awaken the magic formula. These beings are different from those who died on the endless battlefield. They are all extremely powerful beings, and they are the supreme leaders of alien races in many eras.

boom!

The figures in the liquid package all opened their eyes, the cold and terrifying breath surging frantically, and the dimension was wailing, disappearing into pitch black chaos.

"The battle of breaking the wall, has it started?"

"Uh, my lord, not yet..."

"Um?"

Click! The ferocious arm, which has been covered with scales, instantly crossed the chaos of nothingness, inserted into the mind of Death God, swallowed, digested, and many memories were read.

"Humph! A bunch of trash!"

"The human race, and the guys from the Heretic God Realm, are very good! Very good!"

"Cough cough, evil desire, now is not the time to embarrass these little guys, it is important to solve the current predicament first."

"Humph!"

Even though Evil desires was full of anger in his heart, he also knew that the current situation was not good, and any trace of strength was useful, so he pressed the killing intent and retracted his arm.

The **** of death couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. These old monsters really had a bad temper, but in order to survive, they had to wake them up.

"Masters, let's leave as soon as possible. With the support of your strength, we can ensure the safe evacuation of the ethnic group."

"Well, you're right."

A figure so thin that only skin and bones remained, stepped out, that is, he spoke, and persuaded his tyrannical evil desires. His status and identity are among the best among the many awakened existences.

"You can unite, although it's a lot late, but it's not hopeless. It's not all your fault for this step. The betrayal of the Heretic God Realm is indeed unexpected."

"From now on, the old man will rule the alliance."

"Follow your orders!"

All the ten realms saluted solemnly and did not dare to resist in the slightest. The witch gods wandered among them, imitating each other, their eyes dimly flickering, trying their best to collect information on these alien sleepers.

A total of one hundred and fifty-six people were awakened this time. Their auras were extremely terrifying, and their strength was immeasurable. In addition to the previous batch, the alien races had stuffed two hundred into this sleeping ancient artifact. More than fifty sleepers.

It is more than the ten realms in any of the ancient artifacts of the human race. This difference all comes from the different sleeping rules between the two races.

The allocation of places for the human race will take into account the talented children of the younger generation. A large part of the power of the ancient artifacts is allocated to the low-level monks, and the aliens, except for the ten-level powerhouse, can enter the slumber. Less than ten low-level creatures. The number is still related.

The withered figure raised his hand and waved, and took the huge water drop ancient artifact suspended in the center of the dark chaos into his hand. The ancient artifact of Shenmian was much stronger than ordinary ancient artifacts because it had its original source, and now it does not need to be used to carry Shenmian It has naturally become a terrifying weapon of attack.

"Let's go, go back to the only real world first!"

Yes, he stepped into the pitch-black temple first, followed by many sleepers.

"Respectfully send off the adults! The juniors and others will return them first and arrange many things."

"Go."

An indifferent figure came out of the temple, then started the ancient road of conquest and jumped away.

Death and other ten realms looked at each other, and then the figures collapsed and disappeared. It turned out that they came only with a clone of the original particle, and the main body was still sitting in their respective worlds.

Indeed, how can they leave the base camp of the ethnic group at will when the crisis is full of crisis.

"Destroy..."

The witch **** stopped his pretentious actions, and his will was rippling. After realizing that the ten alien races were all gone, he nodded with satisfaction.

He has not forgotten the purpose of this trip, and naturally he will not go back easily, that is, just now, when the dark water droplets were taken away, he noticed a trace of strangeness.

As soon as the figure moved, he came to the hiding place of the pitch-black water droplets, pinched the magic trick, and slashed with the strange token, tearing an illusory gap, his eyes flashing slightly, and he squeezed in instantly.

"here is……"

The witch **** looked solemn, and the sight he saw in front of him was news that did not exist in his memory.

In this strange space, there is a huge land suspended, one black and one red, intertwined, and at the center of the black and red junction, stands a majestic stone tablet.

Stepping out one step, the witch **** came to the stone tablet, looked up and watched the pattern engraved on it.

Starting from the bottom, it depicts a strange void, with light **** suspended one by one, a total of ninety-nine.

"Ninety-nine? Could it be that this is the origin of the alien world, and every ball of light is an alien world?"

The witch **** is thoughtful. From the very beginning, there are a total of ninety-nine ethnic groups. This is common sense known to all beings. After endless years of battle, fighting with humans, monsters, or infighting, in the end, only what is left is left. Thirty now.

Looking up, the pattern depicts an existence called the First Ancestor of the Heretic God. When traveling through the dimension, he brought back a black broken arm and returned to him, the one in the center of the ninety-nine worlds.

"This should be the Evil God Realm today, right? What is the broken arm? It's so important that it needs to be engraved here."

The Witch God frowned, this information, as the supreme leader of the Witch God Realm, he didn't know at all, it should be said that it was concealed.

The pattern continues to be drawn from the bottom to the top. After the appearance of the broken arm, the alien races of the ninety-nine parties that were originally evenly matched began to change. From the world where the ancestor of the evil **** was located, it radiated outward, and the closer it was to the alien race of the evil **** world. , the higher the probability of the birth of a strong person, as if there is an unknown force affecting them.

As more and more strong people are born, the will of alien races, for some reason, has become evil, bloodthirsty, and tyrannical, especially in the most central Evil God Realm, where the creatures have turned into twisted and deformed monsters, irrational At this point, the internal expedition of the alien race began.

I don't know how long they have been fighting each other. At a certain moment, the aliens discovered the trace of the only real world, and then the civil war ended, and the long road of invasion began.

The pattern on the stone tablet came to an end, and in the end it was ninety-nine **** of light, which embarked on the road of ancient conquest, and the place of origin was left behind.

"Hey! It turns out that there is indeed an inseparable connection between the alien race and the Heretic God Realm. What exactly is the broken arm!?"

"It seems to be the root of everything..."

The witch god's eyes trembled, and his mind was greatly shocked. It turned out that the aliens were not so evil at the beginning, and they got along very well. After the first ancestor of the evil **** brought back the broken arm, everything became completely different.

"This is very important information, and it must be informed to the Terran as soon as possible."

The witch **** pressed the emotion, and with a thought, the clone dissipated instantly.

...

slam-la-

"As expected, and some unexpected."

Bai Donglin was cross-legged on a death star, the endless Styx rippling slightly, and all the collected news was digested.

A long time ago, he wrapped the endless Styx around the Ten Realms of the Alien Race to monitor all the movements of the alien race for him.

As long as it is around the only real world, the information collected can be immediately passed on to him.

This time, the alien race crossed the boundless distance and returned to the place of origin. No matter how powerful the endless Styx River is, it cannot directly extend past it. Therefore, they can only cut off the connection with the backbone, attach themselves to the ten realms of alien races, peep, and store information.

With the self-destruction of the witch god, the endless Styx also dissipated, and the news that was peeped was passed back to the trunk of the Styx at the same time, and was fully known by Bai Donglin.

In his original understanding, the Evil God Realm already had many alien races that existed from the beginning, and the broken arm was only acquired by the Evil God Realm later.

Now it seems to be wrong, the primary and secondary have been reversed, and it is the pollution and erosion of the broken arm that gave birth to the bloodthirsty and tyrannical alien race.

Even at the very beginning, the alien races were just a group of kind creatures, and they were no different from the recognized race.

"Unfortunately, everything is too late. Under the influence of hundreds of billions of years, the alien race has been changed from the root, and there is no room for recovery."

"It's even possible that the real alien races have been wiped out during the internal expeditions, and the rest are just the evil alien monsters bred by the pollution of the broken arm!"

Bai Donglin shook his head and sighed. Knowing this, it only increased his understanding and fear of the broken arm. The outcome of the alien race being annihilated will not change.

Press down the thoughts, slowly close your eyes, and the thoughts are submerged in the quantum cloud of thinking.

In the strange and slightly illusory space on one side, there is a large and boundless chessboard suspended in the center.

This chessboard has no shape or quality, no boundaries, no vertical and horizontal lines, and that chess piece is even more peculiar.

An incomparably huge irregular elliptical sphere is entrenched in the center of the chessboard, surrounded by boundless fog, and the small spheres seem to be parasitic on the elliptical sphere, floating in the fog.

In each sphere, there are countless light spots moving, some of which are very weak, and some are extremely shining, and countless illusory lines closely connect the light spots.

"Next step, how are you going?"

A heavenly whisper resounded through the strange space. Looking at the source of the sound, it turned out to be a majestic and boundless double figure sitting cross-legged. Those huge eyes were looking down at the chessboard indifferently. Between his fingers, he seemed to be holding a chess piece.

In the two directions outside the chessboard, there is a cloud of mist, which is faintly visible, one is the illusory river circling, and the other is the **** broken arm lingering in the black mist.

"Lord! The old man is a little puzzled."

An old figure appeared behind Bai Donglin, offering his hand slightly to open his mouth, his eyes shifted slightly, behind the old man, there seemed to be endless eyes, all with bright eyes and sparks of wisdom.

"Oh? Mr. Zhuge, please speak."

Curiosity flashed in Bai Donglin's eyes, and he still promised a lot of expectations for the think tank he created.

When he was weak, he once had the shameful experience of wearing women's clothes, and a method of condensing virtual personality was born for it.

This method has undergone many evolutions and transformations, and it is still very useful today.

The idea of ​​creating a think tank is very simple. In Bai Donglin's view, the individual's thinking always has limitations, that is, the prejudice of personality. Even if this prejudice is extremely weak, sometimes it will lead to self-recognition. Confused. In layman's terms, the number of people is more powerful, and the three cobblers are Zhuge Liang!

Therefore, Bai Donglin condensed countless virtual personalities, gave them countless knowledge as nourishment, and allowed them to grow arbitrarily, and this group of intelligent and demon-like think tanks was born.

They may not be as smart as Bai Donglin, but instead of putting forward some suggestions, they will still give people a bright feeling and benefit a lot.

This is - the Thinking Personality Completion Plan!

"My lord, it can be seen from the current chess game that this is the most common three-legged confrontation. This situation makes me think of my life..."

"Say the point!"

Bai Donglin rolled his eyes, in order to make the virtual personality perfect, he did instill a lot of things, but he didn't come to listen to Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

"Cough cough, obey! Lord, you already have the power to lift the chessboard, why do you have to deploy it in the human race and the alien race? In fact, there is no need for you to hide, you can take the initiative, the mother river and the broken arm contain each other, no It might threaten you."

"Mr. Zhuge, this is a poor statement."

A young man wearing short-sighted glasses stepped out of the shadows, cupped his hands towards Bai Donglin, and then said.

"Colonel Chu, what advice do you have?"

"Mr. Zhuge, have you heard of the Law of the Dark Forest?"

"Ah? Shenma Forest?"

"Well, I guess you don't know. It seems that the chess game is clear now, but it's not."

"The mother river rules this world, and there are a group of hidden people in their hands. The most important thing is that we don't know much about the strength of the mother river itself. What else is there other than the spirit slaves? For the specific information, we have to wait for Moro's reply. ."

"As for the broken arm, needless to say, I know very little about it."

"Our boss's advantage is not our current strength, but the mother river and the broken arm, and we also don't know the boss's information. Didn't you find it? The boss's many clones did not move lightly, and at most they were only hidden in some ten realms. Internally, sideways."

"Mother River, Broken Arm, and the eldest three are the hunters walking in the dark forest. Whoever shoots first and exposes the target will fall back. Our best choice now is to silently accumulate strength."

"This war between the human race and the alien race is actually a trial and attack between the mother river and the broken arm. The mother river may be more active and will think about eradicating the broken arm completely."

"The boss just needs to hold his troops and watch the play on the side, accumulate strength, penetrate their realities, and finally rise up and successfully take them down!"

After Chu Xuan finished speaking, he stood quietly and looked at Bai Donglin who was in deep thought.

"Colonel Chu is right, that's what I think now. After all, we really don't have many chess pieces in our hands, and it's not the time for the final battle..."

Bai Donglin's eyes shifted slightly, looking beyond the chessboard, where there were two bright spots of light, and the line of sight pulled in infinitely, these spots of light turned out to be Xilifeng and Wandering Emperor.

Under the bizarre vision, endless silk threads extend from Bai Donglin, the mother river, and the broken arm, connecting with the endless light spots on the chessboard.

At any moment, these light spots are moving under the traction of the silk thread.

"No hurry, no hurry, we still have an ace in our hands..."

With Bai Donglin's soft whisper ~www.readwn.com~ his eyes moved upward infinitely, and at the infinite height, there was a shadow covering the entire strange space, and the chessboard and the chess player were all shrouded under it.

Originally a shadow of nothingness, I don't know when, a pair of eyes appeared, flashing the color of eternal and immortal perseverance, very similar to the demeanor of the endless road.

boom--

The picture is broken, the line of sight is pulled away, and when I look around, I find that the strange space that carries the chess game, in a nebula, inside the infinite thinking light spot, is being staged at the same time.

Infinite superposition, endless.

Settling, deducing, replaying...

It starts again and again and never ends.

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