I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

The only real world, the deep space of the universe, a dead star field.

In the deep pitch black, there was a scarlet star suspended, lifeless and bloody, obviously this was a dead star that had no life.

Boom!

The waves were turbulent, rushing into the sky, and the pitch-black thunder continued to fall, smashing on a blurred figure.

"Morro!"

"Since it's here, why are you sneaking in the dark?"

A red light flashed, it was a dazzling gaze, shot out, tore the void, and forced out the hidden figure.

"Ami Wutian Buddha!"

"Ksitigarbha King Bodhisattva, Mahasattva, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell! My lord, the poor monk sees that you are entering samadhi, so..."

"stop!"

A trace of impatience flashed in the eyes of the most evil. Having been in contact with Moro for so long, he knew his cunning and was too lazy to fight him.

"This time, did you bring back useful information? Moruo, I remind you to answer after thinking about it, don't take some trivial details to perfunctory me."

"Huh! You should know that this deity is not as easy to talk as I am. If you are worthless, the consequences will not be very good. You still want to keep **** forever? Think beautifully!"

"Time Prison is your home!"

When Moro heard this, his brows trembled, and his breath froze for a moment. Obviously, he had also heard of the murderous name of the death penalty of time.

"Monks don't lie! My lord, this poor monk has found a lot of useful things in his reincarnation. You should be interested."

Aware of the nasty impatience, Mora didn't dare to continue chattering, and with a flick of his finger, a light spot of information shot into the nasty brow.

"Ok?"

The evil eyes narrowed slightly, digesting the information instantly, revealing the color of contemplation.

"That's right, you've passed the test this time."

Ji Evil got up slowly, stood on the blood lotus with his hands behind his back, looked up at the starry sky, and wondered what he was thinking about. Under the synchronization of memory, the deity already understands everything, in fact, he does not need to think about it, after all, the brains of the two are not of the same dimension at all.

"not enough."

"Ami Wutian Buddha! The poor monk knows that the poor monk has encountered difficulties in reincarnation and needs some time to prepare."

"Oh? Need my help?"

The most evil brows are slightly raised, but it is not because he is kind, and it is naturally the best to be able to see the truth of the mother river as soon as possible.

"Hehe, I heard that the Shikong Buddha in ancient times has awakened. He is the first generation of corpse hunters from the mother river. The poor monk wants to visit one or two."

"The poor monk has a grasp on this matter, so don't bother your lord."

Mora folded his hands together, his face filled with compassion, and the dark Buddha light in his eyes was extremely deep.

"Well, the master of the hidden side has now been blessed by the mother river. It's not what it used to be. Don't capsize in the gutter."

"It doesn't matter if you die, don't delay the deity's plan."

The cruelest words were cruel and not enough for Moro to show any sympathy.

"The poor monk saves it, then, let's say goodbye first."

Moro folded his hands together in the eleventh salute, and his figure twisted and collapsed, turning into a black spot and disappearing instantly.

"Master!"

The void was rippling, Ah Mo stepped out, bowed and said solemnly: "Master, is this guy Moruo really okay?"

Moruo, since he was promoted to the tenth realm, his strength can be said to be the same every day, especially after stepping into reincarnation many times, his aura has become more mysterious and unpredictable, even he is difficult to see through.

This is also the case. He was originally responsible for the task of connecting with Mora, but it could only be temporarily handed over to the worst.

In order to ensure Amo's safety, Bai Donglin deliberately cut the world of spiritual apertures and arranged the worst evil by his side.

"fine."

"Humph! This guy Moro is indeed very special, but he still can't fly out of the palm of the deity's hand. If he is obedient, it will be fine, otherwise..."

The most evil eyes narrowed slightly, and the scarlet "devil" character in the depths of the eyes shone brightly, suddenly the figure froze, a message flashed in his mind, and his expression instantly returned to calm.

"Ah, go with the teacher to a place."

"where?"

"All heavens and all worlds return to the land of ruins!"

…

The only real world looks like an oval chicken egg, floating in the outer dimension. In essence, there is no distinction between up and down, left and right.

If the definition is forced, the side that is attached to the sky outside the sky, that is, the direction close to the Qianyuan realm, can be regarded as "up", then the position of the Kun end realm is "down".

Below it, in the very depths of the dimensional space, is the place where the return to the ruins is located.

Click!

The hard boundary wall was torn apart by a big hand, and the most evil and Amu stepped out one after another, sensing the direction, the figure flickered for a while, and appeared in front of a distorted and blurred figure.

"Future Buddha, I've been waiting for a long time."

"I have seen Master!"

Ah Wu is obediently saluting, he has gradually become accustomed to it, who called him a master? Ordinary monks are rare avatars, but there are hundreds of thousands of masters. The differences between people are sometimes so terrifying.

"Amitabha, it's not too late, I just arrived."

The future Buddha nodded slightly. For hundreds of years, on the palm of his open palm, there was an emerald green light sphere suspended. The surrounding time and space were distorted and chaotic, and it was faintly visible. In the center of the light sphere, there was a steeple suspended. Under the acceleration of time, the battle monument of fusion is almost completed.

"Two masters, will we take the battle monument away from the only real world, will it not affect the existence of Tianluo space?"

Ah Mo had a puzzled look on his face. He had been with the most evil for hundreds of years, and in the small chats, he learned a lot of secrets, and also knew the meaning of the battle monument.

"Of course not."

The Evil shook his head lightly. From his perspective, a meandering and circling invisible river was extending from the only real world not far away, and was closely connected to the battle monument in the hands of the future Buddha.

If it was before, the battle monument could not be far from the only real world, but after the ubiquitous endless river, this drawback has been abandoned.

The Infernal Styx has the property of ignoring distance, only in its shrouded connection, there is no concept of distance between the two.

"It's not too late, let's go and explore this place of return to the ruins, hoping to find the last battle monument."

After the future Buddha finished speaking, he took the lead and walked into the depths of the dimension, followed by the two most evil people.

The most evil asked curiously, "How sure are you?"

"Nine percent!"

In the future, Buddha's eyes are firm. Over the years, he has held the battle monument in his hand, and walked to every corner of the only real world, and even went to the place of origin of the alien race, and found no trace of the battle monument.

In this boundless and infinite outer dimension space, apart from two places, the only visible place left is the return to the ruins.

In addition to the countless wreckage of the world, there are many treasures hidden in the place where the heavens and the worlds return to the ruins, waiting for those who are destined to discover them.

There are many treasures with famous names and surnames, all of which flowed out of them, such as the Chaos Beads and Hongmeng Purple Qi brought back by Emperor Zun, the bronze immortal hall not long ago, and the "Battle of the Same Monument" and Shenshi, the wandering emperor. I brought back the lucky ring, the information editor found by Feng Jun...

Such kinds of things are not uncommon, and the future Buddha even suspects that all the battle monuments are likely to come from the place of return to the ruins!

Ninety percent sure is not a lie.

"Arrived!"

After hiding for a long time, across an incomparable distance, three figures stood on the outer edge of the Land of Return to Ruins, and a barrier full of destructive aura blocked the way.

"Hey, I have always heard how amazing the Land of Return to Ruins is, and how endless the treasures are in it. Today I can finally witness it with my own eyes!"

"Wish us good luck!"

The corners of the most evil mouth rose, and the bright white ring on the finger was gently turned, it was the lucky ring, as if feeling the desire in the most disgusting, the ring was brilliant, and the gas was burning wildly.

Since the most evil avatar has a real flesh and blood body, the lucky ring can also be worn by it. In essence, there is no difference between the current deity and the avatar, which is indistinguishable by the lucky ring.

The wandering emperor left two things in the inheritance space at the beginning, one is the lucky ring, and the other is a map of his route to explore the land of return to the ruins.

These things are very useful for finding battle monuments, so Bai Donglin gave the lucky ring to the most evil to use.

"broken-"

With anticipation in the most evil eyes, he punched out, and the barrier of destruction in front of him broke a huge crack. The three of them calmed down and stepped in.

boom!

The boundless breath, as if spanning time and space, came from the pavement.

Vast vast, fierce, cold.

Bright, holy, supreme.

Deadly Destruction...

The breath is not only terrifying, it is also extremely complicated, and it is changing all the time.

The most evil look was solemn, and when he stared at it, he immediately understood why such strange aura fluctuations were formed in this place.

That is, countless wreckage of the world.

They used to be a bright world!

Among them, endless creatures have been nurtured, and the songs of great civilizations have been written, even if they have all passed away and are buried in endless years.

However, its…

The faith of all living beings lasts forever!

The will of civilization is immortal!

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