I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

In the first year of Taihuang, on the first day of the first lunar month, an endless battle of geniuses will be held on the endless battlefield at the edge of the universe.

This information, driven by the Supreme Council of the Human Race, has spread throughout the entire True Realm and all human territories.

All the cultivating forces, including the casual cultivators, heard the news and took action. Such a grand event not only represented great interests and glory, but also the opponents were alien monsters. As long as the cultivators with a little bit of ambition were decent, Everyone wants to take part.

Self-confidence is a kind of nature possessed by all living things, but often due to the narrow vision, this self-confidence will expand for no reason, thus losing a clear understanding of oneself.

After all, the genius monsters still occupy a minority, and the vast majority of the confident monks are just going through the motions and acting as foils.

Moreover, the Endless Prodigy Battle does not require so many contestants. The three most powerful ethnic groups in this world and the young monks are so vast that they are simply uncountable. If they all swarm forward, the Bronze Immortal Palace may not even have a foothold.

The top leaders of the human race also saw this shortcoming, and in order to better select the real geniuses, they issued a decree, and all major realms and forces began to select all geniuses.

Those top forces have a longer-term vision and have independently selected. They will allocate resources according to the strength of the geniuses of the younger generations in order to maximize the strength of the geniuses in the shortest time.

Everything, countless sacrifices are made to shine the brightest light in the endless battle of geniuses.

For the sake of the human race, for the forces they belong to, and even more for their own future achievements.

The battle of inheritance in the poisonous sea at the center of the earth and in the deep space of the filthy swamp is just one of the countless selections. It is just because of tradition and to reflect the true fighting power of the genius. The rules are more fierce, and it is a real battle of life and death.

The Poisonous Sea in the Earth's Core is an area hidden from the sight of war. It has very little contact with the outside world and maintains a brutal competition.

"kill--"

Boom!

A nine-color giant python rose from the ground, opened its mouth and roared, and the colorful poisonous mist spread rapidly, even the void was corroded into a solution. A sharp cold light flashed, and the figures of many geniuses froze, and the next moment they turned into a pile of minced meat. The black water passed by, and the flesh foam was corroded into a wisp of blue smoke.

"Witch! Witch!"

"Let's go together and kill Venomous Fang Miaomiao first!!"

Hiss! Roar!

This is a battle with no retreat. As long as you enter the filthy swamp, only one person can get out alive, and the rest of the disciples will stay here forever, turning into a trace of black water.

In the dark and turbid terrifying battlefield, the fierce fighting became more and more fierce. The more eye-catching the performance of the disciples, the easier it was to attract siege. More and more geniuses joined the battle to besiege and kill the witch.

After a long time, there were mountains of corpses and blood like a sea.

The sound of fighting slowly fell silent, and the nine-colored python was winding and circling, entangled on the huge mountain of corpses, roaring silently, and was extremely violent.

Venomous Fang Miaomiao's body slowly emerged from the depths of the nine-color python's head, with half of its body exposed. He looked around with a tight little face, and the invisible evil aura was extremely hot.

"hiss--"

"What a poisonous fang Miaomiao, who brought trouble to the old woman, but you fangs have created a remarkable person!"

The powerful thoughts of many gods and demons saw everything in the depths of the dirty swamp, and they suddenly fell into silence. The youngest Venomous Fang Miaomiao actually used the most domineering strength to stand at the end.

"Hehe, my little princess of the Fanya family is naturally extraordinary. How can she be compared to you guys? Okay, according to the prior agreement, Chi Ming and Heishui, you have to come up with the best treasures and inheritance, and use To cultivate Miaomiao."

Hand Fusen's cold voice was full of pride, and everyone could continue to remain silent. The result was decided, and there was no thought of refutation.

"Okay, okay, don't act like your parents are dead. No matter what you say, Miaomiao still walked out of the poisonous sea in the center of the earth. What she represents is our entire poisonous sea power. Can't you follow and take advantage of it?" Well!"

"Hmph! If you cause trouble to the old woman, we will naturally abide by the agreement."

"That's right, you don't need to keep stressing."

"Hehe, this is the best."

Returning to the Dirty Swamp, Venomous Fang Miaomiao's body has emerged from the nine-color python, sitting cross-legged, reaching out to catch the pitch-black ball of light floating out from an unknown place.

It is the mysterious inheritance that exists in the filthy swamp.

"Tsk! These idiots are so weak. I don't know where they get their confidence, and they still want to participate in the endless battle of geniuses."

Venomous Fang Miaomiao pursed her lips slightly, weighed the pitch-black ball of light in her hand, and a trace of memory appeared in her eyes.

"I don't know if that monster is dead or if he will participate in this grand event. If I meet him, should I take revenge? Or should I take revenge?"

The corners of Fan Miaomiao's mouth were raised, and the exposed white tiger fangs flashed a cold light, and then his face suddenly fell, and his expression became depressed.

"He might be dead."

"According to what the Divine Court said at the time, there were traces of Mofo Moro in that area, and a battle broke out. Although that guy was a terrifying monster, he was no match for a legendary figure like Moro."

"Huh?! What is this?"

Venomous Fang Miaomiao looked stunned, and saw a scarlet crack suddenly opened in the void in front of her, and a stream of light shot out, falling straight into her arms at an unavoidable speed.

He reached into his arms, took out an exquisite and simple token, and stared at it.

"Bai Yujing? Poison?!"

…

"Well, although Venomous Fang Miaomiao is a little less talented, like the twelfth floor owner, he is a little reluctant, but he secretly cursed me to death behind my back. He really deserves to be punished!"

"Forget it, just accept this witch and train her properly. The slight difference in talent can be easily compensated for."

Bai Donglin flicked his fingers. Just now, Venomous Fang Miaomiao recited his true name in his heart. His perception was projected down, and he saw the scene of Venomous Fang Miaomiao killing everyone on the timeline. After thinking for a moment, he decided to kill him. Income to the twelfth floor.

"There's only one left, who should I choose?"

Bai Donglin frowned, showing some distress, because this was the last poster, which immediately aroused his difficulty in choosing. This is a very terrible and incurable disease!

In fact, through the big data of Tianluo space, he has already mastered the information of a group of extremely talented people. Any one of these tens of thousands of Tianluo hosts will be a stunningly talented person, definitely no worse than Venomous Fang Miaomiao.

But Bai Donglin's choice of genius is not entirely based on the talent of the other person, because no matter how talented the genius is, it can't compare to him, and it doesn't make much sense. He can even create this kind of genius out of thin air.

What he values ​​more is the other person's character and the way he feels. To put it bluntly, it must be able to arouse his interest, and talent is secondary.

"It's too difficult! It's just too difficult!"

When Bai Donglin lost 10,000 hairs and still couldn't make a decision, he finally gave up and looked at the lucky ring on his finger.

"Forget it, let fate decide this kind of difficult problem. Anyway, luck is still abundant."

The lucky ring is pure white, and its heavy luck is like substance. Most of it comes from the contributions of those abyss monarchs.

The main factors that affect the efficiency of luck plundering are, first, the amount of luck contained in the plundered person, and secondly, it is necessary to check whether the opponent's death was caused by Bai Donglin as the main factor and the sudden death in advance.

If someone is about to die, or the road ahead is exhausted, then there will be very little luck that can be absorbed, such as those extremely evil criminals who will be imprisoned until death, or soldiers who will die in the next moment on the battlefield.

There is no doubt that those abyssal monarchs who could have escaped with the help of the Styx died because of Bai Donglin's direct intervention. Coupled with the strong luck of the ten realms, they would have contributed such abundant luck to Bai Donglin. Very reasonable.

This was also the fundamental reason why he directly killed the Thousand-Faced Monarch. After the value of the original rules was drained, the final contribution of luck was the final remaining value.

"Looking for a suitable genius is just a trivial matter. It only costs one ten thousandth."

Bai Donglin is still very economical. With a thought and a clear desire in his heart, the rich luck of the lucky ring weakens a little.

Destiny was being pushed forward, Bai Donglin felt it in his heart, and a blurry picture flashed by.

Endless skeletons, dressed in red and flowers, are dressed up extremely festively, but paired with the gloomy environment, they look extremely weird.

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