I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

Click——

The blue-gray stone tablet completely shattered, and the two balls of light broke free and floated in the void, circling and flying around each other. The colorful brilliance continued to scatter, like stars and whirlpools.

Bai Donglin reached out and took out a piece of blue-gray old stone. He squeezed it hard but failed to leave any trace on it.

"The material of this stone monument is very simple. Even if it is close at hand, it can block the induction between the war monuments. It is really powerful. There are treasures everywhere in the Bronze Immortal Palace."

With a gentle step under his feet, white ripples rippled past, collecting the fragments of the stone tablet and the pitch-black rocks with a radius of a hundred feet into the light realm.

Although we are now rich, we still cannot lose the good habit of being frugal and managing the house, and when it comes to things as supreme as the eleventh and twelve realms, it is definitely not much different.

Buzz!

Bai Donglin's ink marks caused dissatisfaction with the war monument, and the shock became more intense. If it weren't for the dark stone monument beside it, it would have turned the divine sea upside down.

"Why are you so anxious? It took so long to fuse the fifth battle monument, and the sixth one is still gone. Isn't it such a short time away?"

As he spoke, the Divine Sea opened with a thought, and the battle monument shot out like a wild horse that had escaped the reins.

The moment the battle monument appeared, the ball of light stagnated slightly, getting rid of the sacred stone that was entwined with it, and shot towards the battle monument at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

clang! !

The two collided, making a crisp sound. The rich divine light outside the light ball collapsed and disappeared, revealing the sharp-edged monument inside. Its color was transparent, as if it were carved from crystal.

Buzz——

When dry firewood meets raging fire, and long drought meets dew, the war monument is now as anxious as a monkey, buzzing and trembling, bursting out with golden, blue, white, green, and black and yellow divine light. The crystal pointed monument also responds immediately, rippling. Transparent ripples appear like water waves.

Where the two touched each other, there was a trace of softening, and they gradually began to merge. To Bai Donglin's expectation, this process was extremely slow, and it would be impossible to completely merge into one within tens of thousands of years.

The nature of the war monument is too high. It is no longer the carrier of ancient artifacts and inheritance that Bai Donglin originally thought, but a personal belonging to the big boss "Zhan".

Therefore, even if they have the same roots and origins, it is not easy to integrate them again.

"It's better to follow me out and use the time to speed up!"

After Bai Donglin finished speaking, he raised his hand to take back the war monument, when the void suddenly trembled violently.

"This is……"

Whoosh!

Colorless and invisible transparent silk threads ejected from the crystal war monument and spread in all directions at an extremely terrifying speed. Bai Donglin, who did not sense the crisis, did not escape, but allowed the dense silk threads to pass through. Passing through his body, these threads existed in a very strange way and did not cause any harm to him.

Bai Donglin was very surprised by the sudden change. This had never happened to the previously fused angular monuments.

Temporarily suppressing the thought of retrieving the war monument, under the observation of the will, the countless threads continued to extend and became thicker and thicker, like dragons with fangs and claws.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Bai Donglin frowned slightly. The speed of the silk thread was very terrifying. In an instant, he had escaped from the scope of his will and penetrated millions of light-years away.

"Could it be..."

With a thought in his mind, he suddenly thought of some possibility, and then he extinguished himself and jumped to the outside at a speed faster than silk thread.

"As expected!"

One after another, extremely thick silk threads spanned an infinite distance and extended to the area where the saint's coffin was located. They did not stop at all. Each thread wrapped around the coffin and bound it tightly.

Boom!

A huge pulling force came from the source of the silk thread, stretching the billions of transparent silk threads straight.

Kakaka——

The void made a hard sound, and the extremely heavy coffins carrying the saint's corpse were pulled, weighing hundreds of millions.

Bai Donglin's eyes flashed with surprise. He had tried it before and couldn't move a coffin even with all his strength. It was obvious that the mass of the corpse inside had no effect at all.

In his opinion, the crystal pointed monument cannot have such terrifying power. The reason why the coffin can be moved is probably because it is the war monument of the War Clan.

"Huh? Is this the so-called inheritance in the Bronze Immortal Palace?"

Under Bai Donglin's will perception, as the coffins move, the ubiquitous fairy light seems to be attracted, gather and condense, forming a vortex on each coffin, covering it.

There was a faint divine light on the coffin, and mysterious characters appeared on the surface of the coffin. The whirlpool of fairy light seemed to be like a copy machine, and it began to carve the characters down in detail. Gradually, the whirlpool became thinner and thinner, and the fairy light vortex became thinner and thinner. The light condensed into countless characters.

"These inheritances should all come from the corpses of saints, there are hundreds of millions..."

Bai Donglin's expression became solemn. These inheritances were not only terrifying in quantity, but also incomparably high in quality, but they were all kung fu manuals from the Eleventh Realm!

Bai Donglin, who was extremely thirsty for knowledge, regardless of whether these inheritances were useful to him, even if they could only give him a little inspiration, it was still very good. Without any hesitation, he used both will and spirit to cover the characters condensed by the immortal light. Go up.

"The Art of Devouring the Body of Ten Thousand Demons", "Pure Yang Battle Body", "Three Marrow Jade Body", "Linglong Immortal Sutra", "Seven Limits of Devouring Heaven and Devouring Earth", "Innate Holy Body Demon Fetus", "Immortal Heart Sutra" …

"how come!?"

Bai Donglin was stunned, and in surprise, his mind read another batch of inheritance.

"Nine-turn Divine Infant", "Heavenly Hegemon's Bloody Battle Body", "Six Yin and Nine Yang Rotation Dharma", "Immortal and Immortal Extreme Intention Free Skill", "Zhou Tian Xing Jue"...

"These inheritances all have the shadow of the inheritance in the Jidao Sacred Sect's monument world. They not only have the same names, but also belong to the same source!"

He had already used his authority to package all the inheritances in the monument world, and integrated them into a part of his own way. Naturally, he could see the details of these inheritances at a glance.

"Well, it's specious. It's not right to say they are exactly the same."

Countless characters flashed across the depths of Bai Donglin's eyes, and as his mind raced, he saw the differences between the two batches of inheritance.

The inheritance recorded in the monument is more like a castrated one. After reaching the peak of cultivation, one can only enter the tenth realm, and there is no way to subsequently break through to the eleventh realm.

The inheritance recorded on these coffins is many times more mysterious and the intentions are so lofty. Not to mention whether it is possible to practice to the twelfth realm, but the eleventh realm is completely fine.

Of course, the premise is that there is no obstacle like Muhe, otherwise the technique will be like a mirror, no matter how contrary to heaven.

"Although the inheritance in the world of monuments are all castrated versions, they are easier to understand and easier to practice. For the sentient beings in this world, they are more suitable than the original version."

Bai Donglin nodded with understanding. The importance of the inheritance of skills actually becomes weaker in the later stages. The hundreds of millions of inheritances in front of him are a good proof.

No two leaves in the world are the same, and so many inheritances are not the same. They all have their own characteristics, which shows that these saints have walked their own way.

Those who learn from me will live, those who resemble me will die.

The role of inheritance is mainly in the early stage. In the end, you still have to rely on yourself. Of course, these inheritances are not useless. If you use them for reference, you can avoid many detours and save a lot of time.

Moreover, among the endless cultivators, only a handful can truly reach that point. For most monks, these inheritances are enough to last them a lifetime.

"In addition to the basic inheritance of skills, the countless magical powers, immortal arts and forbidden arts in it are even more useful."

Bai Donglin's will and spirit swept across, and each exquisite inheritance came into his mind. With the all-powerful "Eight Parts of Inheritance", he didn't have much desire for these magical powers and forbidden arts. He mainly used them to enrich himself. knowledge base.

Clang!

The roar that resounded through the heaven and earth, spanning endless distances, interrupted Bai Donglin's thoughts.

Glancing at the inheritance spread across the void, he raised his hand and waved, using the war monument as the coordinates, he crossed dimensions and returned to the dim space instantly.

The silk threads retracted from the crystal cusp tablet became thinner and thinner, and together with the bound coffin, it also became extremely small.

The coffins, which were like light spots, collided with the pointed monument, making a roar and blending in at the same time.

"No wonder that severed finger was allowed to be subdued by me. I had expected it a long time ago. The appearance of the war monument will take away the crystal pointed monument. At the same time, these saints' coffins will also be taken away together. The fairy light that fills the Bronze Immortal Palace will naturally There is no point in existing anymore.”

"I don't know how far the war monument will be transformed after devouring the corpses of hundreds of millions of saints. With the addition of one from the Demon Palace, the eight war monuments are only one short of being complete. By then, I'm afraid the war monument will not be as powerful as Is the black stone tablet missing?"

Expectation flashed faintly in Bai Donglin's eyes. Although deep down in his heart, he felt a pity that he could not devour the corpses of these saints, but the battle monument belonged to him, which could be regarded as a disguised enhancement of his strength.

"It seems that this time of fusion, I don't need to take action."

As the coffin continues to be integrated, it can be seen with the naked eye that the integration speed of the war monument is increasing rapidly.

Bai Donglin's eyes moved slightly and looked at the solitary light ball floating aside. He reached into it and took out the sacred stone.

It's still the same, an ordinary pebble.

Its color is dark green, with a vague word engraved on it - Yi!

Black·Cang, Red·Ming, Silver·Shi, Qing·Yi.

"Coupled with the 'Jin·Tai' in the hands of the evil god, all the five-color sacred stones have appeared in the world, and the wall is not far away!"

Bai Donglin's eyes were slightly closed, covering up the flickering divine light, and his mind was running. He didn't know what he thought of, and his figure froze.

"Cang, Ming, Shi, Yi, Tai!? This, is this..."

The super-thinking quantum cloud is so unbelievable that all the information absorbed will be divided, summarized and deduced. After countless combinations, these five seemingly unrelated words triggered a passage deep in Bai Donglin's memory.

‘Heaven and earth have righteousness, and are mixed and endowed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars.

To others, it is said that it is vast and overwhelming. The imperial road should be Qingyi, Hanhe Tumingting.

When the time comes, we can see each other and draw pictures one by one. In Qi Taishi bamboo slips, in Jin Dynasty Dong Hu's pen.

…’

"Song of Righteousness!? The five-color sacred stone is actually related to Blue Star?!"

Bai Donglin tightened his palms, causing the "Qing Yi" to creak.

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