I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

　　 Bai Donglin's figure flashed quickly above the star core, avoiding the many monks who were earnestly mining, and came to a place where no one was sitting cross-legged.

　　 Sharpening the knife and not cutting firewood by mistake, most of the mineral materials on the core of the stars are of no value. Blindly digging is just a chance, and if you have bad luck, it is a waste of effort.

　　 The soul realm of other monks is too low, and the spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate into the metal layer. He is not among them.

　　 In the divine sea, the soul sits cross-legged, the "burning soul" secret technique is displayed, and the soul suddenly turns into a golden human-shaped torch.

　　The divine mind, which is like a deep sea like a sea, is crazily compressed. This is a very advanced technique. The divine mind turns into a silk. The huge divine mind is compressed into a very penetrating silk thread by him.

　　 This is a complete abandonment of the scope of divine consciousness, and the penetration and extension of the distance have been raised to the limit. This technique is very suitable for the current situation.

　　 The divine mind, which is like a silk thread, penetrated into the depth of the metal layer in an instant under his control. The density of this star core became more terrifying as it went deeper.

　　 But it was enough. Even if rare materials were found in a deeper place, it would be difficult for him to dig into the depths within seven days with his strength. Just a shallow search of about ten kilometers would do.

　　 Divine Mind Silk began to move to the shallow layer, withdrew from the depths, and the extended distance was raised again, calmly minded, and began to carefully sense the shallow minerals, unless it was the material that moved his heart, otherwise he didn't bother to use it.

　　 An hour later, Bai Donglin opened his eyes, taking him as the center of the circle, the exploration of a range of ten kilometers below the surface and a radius of five hundred kilometers was completed, but he found a few good materials.

　　 With a movement of thought, the sign of death in the sea of ​​blood fell on his hands, and Bai Donglin said with a little embarrassment:

　　 "Obundance of death, I am wronged for a moment. After I leave the secret realm, I will kill a few more people to compensate you."

　　 Buzzing! The omen of death hummed joyfully.

As the Death Omen Dao Device, its value has surpassed the entire Moon Palace Secret Realm, but now it is being used for mining. It is indeed wronged. It is also because his strength is too weak. Otherwise, he will directly take the nine star cores. In the original world of the omen of death, where does it take such effort!

　　 It is useless to think too much, Bai Donglin rolls up his sleeves and starts to do it, first set a small goal and dig a million square meters!

　　……

　　 Seven days later.

Bai Donglin stepped out of the light door refreshingly, and returned to the pit of the moon falling out of the secret realm. He was digging for seven days, with signs of death in his hand, and it didn’t take much effort to dig. The shallow treasures of the nine star cores , Was ransacked by him.

Thoughts swept across the bracelet space, and the smile in his eyes became stronger. This trip is not a loss. You can keep these materials for your own use or use them in exchange for Lingshi pill. The wealth is thicker, and Bai Donglin feels that his waist is quite strong. Straighter and harder.

　　 The slight relief of the "fear of lack of training resources syndrome" made him feel comfortable, but there are still more cool things to do next, Bai Donglin's eyes returned to coldness, and he looked at the already chaotic yin and yang five elements.

　　 Before he entered the secret realm, he had already activated the trapped formation, because he was worried about accidentally injuring the monk Qianyuan who had left the secret realm in advance, so he didn't start the second killing formation. The current situation is exactly as he expected.

The scene in the trapped formation is reflected in the sea of ​​gods. In addition to more than 10,000 monks Qianyuan who are spinning around like headless flies, there are more than two thousand mysterious monks wearing uniform black robes. The talents of the Ancient World Alliance are not There will be such a sneaky dress, and the familiar breath of black beads, it is undoubtedly a person of that mysterious force.

　　 These black-robed men are generally stronger than Qianyuan monks, and there are many monks with great Yuanshen Dzogchen, but it is a pity that they can't break his formation without the law.

This is the highlight of this trip. A cold light flashes in Bai Donglin's eyes, his hands pinch Fajue, and he manipulates the formation to release Monk Qianyuan. There are already many unlucky ghosts wandering around in the formation, unfortunately they encounter Heipao was dead.

　　The abnormal operation of the formation method instantly attracted the attention of many monks. Monk Qianyuan began to be guided outside the formation by him, while the black robe people were driven by him towards the center of the formation.

The people inside were extremely vigilant, thinking that the formation was arranged by the other party. Bai Donglin frowned slightly and looked at Monk Qian Yuan, who hadn't moved for a long time. He had no choice but to activate the "Blood Fiend Soul Devouring Array" first, with both hands. Pinch the method, connect the formation with divine mind.

　　 rumbling!

The activation of the 　　 Killing Array triggered a vision of heaven and earth. The sky above the moon falling pit, which was originally a clear sky, was instantly covered with dark clouds and thunder was flashing.

　　 was originally a sleepy array shrouded in a thick white mist, a burst of scarlet smoke began to emerge, and it instantly merged with the white mist, and the large array suddenly became cloudy and windy, and the ghosts cried and screamed.

　　 Zhou Zheng was also in the big formation at this time, followed by a large group of monks, watching the sudden changes in the big formation, his face suddenly became ugly, this kind of sight is not very good at all, and he quickly asked the monks behind him:

　　 "Huihu, how? Can I find a way to break the formation?"

The monk named Huihu wears a moon white robe. The complex golden lines on the white robe outlines mysterious patterns. He holds a brass compass in his hand. The lines of various characters on the compass flash crazily, and his left hand squeezes quickly. , With sweat on his forehead, he said without looking back:

　　 "Brother Zhou, this trapped formation is too complicated and terrifying. The yin and yang of heaven and earth are reversed, and the five elements are retrograde. Although it comes from the formation sect, it is a thousand miles away from the formation of the people who set up the formation!"

　　 Huihu stopped sullenly, and continued helplessly:

　　 "Just now, a killing formation that is not weaker than the trapped formation was activated, and the two formations were superimposed, and the level of danger and complexity rose sharply. We, it's over!"

　　 Huihu finished speaking, sat cross-legged in place, and had given up resisting. The many monks around were pale, and even the lay disciples were helpless, let alone laymen like them.

The situation in the formation was vividly remembered by Bai Donglin, and the conversation between Huihu and others was clear to him. He had heard him boast that he still felt that this kid was on the road, but then a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water. His appearance left him speechless, no wonder he was not good at formation, and had no perseverance at all.

　　 The magic arts in his hand changed, and the strong blood evil spirit in the formation gathered to form a huge fierce beast. Under his control, he rushed towards Zhou Zheng and the others with a roar.

With the support of the formation, the blood fierce beast is close to the Yuanshen Dzogchen, and as long as the formation is not broken, it can be infinitely reborn. How could Zhou Zheng and others be opponents? Under the control, a large group of people were quickly driven out of the formation.

　　 "I, we came out?"

　　 "Hahaha, we don't have to die!"

　　 "How could this happen? Could it be that the people who set up the formation deliberately let us out?"

　　 Huihu frowned and looked puzzled. He wouldn't think that they had knocked out of the formation by mistake, and this level of formation could not have such low-level loopholes.

　　 "What the **** is going on, let's withdraw as soon as possible. We have already gained from this trip. There is no need to stay here and fight with the people of the Ancient Realm Alliance."

　　 "It's a pole! It's a pole!"

　　 Everyone was no longer hesitating, and turned into a light to disappear instantly. Bai Donglin sat cross-legged at the core of the formation, leading the whole situation, and waves of Qianyuan monks were driven out by him.

　　 At the same time, people from the secret realm came out from time to time ~www.readwn.com~ Until three days later, he estimated that he had sent away nearly 20,000 Qianyuan monks, including the young monk Mingjing and the big fat Pang Pao.

　　 As for whether anyone had obtained the inheritance of the Moon Palace Secret Realm, he didn't know, until the light gate at the entrance of the Secret Realm flickered and slowly disappeared. He knew that Monk Qianyuan had all retreated, and those who did not come out were completely left in the Secret Realm.

　　 This is already a very benevolent mystery. More than 20,000 people who went into it died one or two thousand, which is not as bad as the unlucky person in the formation.

　　 These people in black robes were also ruthless enough. When trapped in the formation, they didn't forget to kill. As long as they were unlucky enough to meet them, they couldn't escape. Nearly two thousand people died before he left the secret realm.

　　 If it weren't for his trapped formation to hold them back, I'm afraid that one of these Qianyuan monks would die when they came out. I don't know the origin of these black-robed men, and they are very strong.

　　 But I met him, now it is time for them to taste the taste of being hunted, Bai Donglin is not keeping his hands, the "Blood Fiend Soul Eater" is fully urged!

The evil spirit of blood that had been brewing for a month, all gushing out from the depths of the earth, the monks who died in the formation instantly shriveled, and their flesh and blood were absorbed by the evil spirit of blood, and each of them was of different shapes and blood-red fierce. The beast gradually emerged.

　　Houhou——

　　 The brutal roar of the beast rang everywhere in the formation, and the black-robed men who were divided into groups had a solemn expression, staring vigilantly at the depths of the red mist with their backs back.

　　Bai Donglin's eyes were smiling, and he slowly got up. With a flash of red light, his black robe turned into scarlet armor, his right hand was emptied, and the black knife's death omen appeared in the palm of his hand, gently buzzing.

　　 "Omen of death, promise you a feast of flesh and blood, and I will compensate you."

　　 "The hunting moment, it's started!"

　　 The scarlet figure distorted slightly and disappeared instantly.