I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

On the endless battlefield, the peak showdown between various races has had an impact that has affected all aspects.

Among them, the most serious ones are undoubtedly the major alien battlefields, because there are boundaries in these places and they may be attacked by aliens at any time.

Whenever one of the battlefields is breached, and aliens march in, and the flames of war spread, countless sentient beings will disappear in the impact.

Therefore, instead of allocating these forces on the battlefield to deal with the Endless Battlefield, the top management of the human race instead sent many more powerful people. The result was that the Endless Battlefield seemed a little stretched. The appearance of a dozen Sleepers would be a problem. Changed the balance of victory.

This is also a last resort. Since the strange existence of the Hundred Thousand Rules is known in advance, appropriate countermeasures are indispensable.

Even the human sleepers from the Konge era have been awakened in advance!

On the battlefield of the Dead Sea, above the endless pitch-black ocean, are the endless human battle lines, with towering sky gates and floating temples.

Human figures were everywhere, gods and demons were entrenched, and the terrifying fighting spirit gathered and condensed, making the sun, moon and stars tremble.

"coming!!"

In the tallest temple, an old man with his eyes closed and his legs crossed, with white beard and hair, suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the depths of the Dead Sea. A terrifying aura instantly swept across the battlefield.

"Ancestor of reincarnation?"

Buzz! The void shook, and the four masters guarding the Dead Sea stepped into the temple together and offered their hands slightly to the white-haired old man.

"Every time you get the information, I sense that it is indeed the aura of the sealing vessel."

The Samsara Ancestor frowned, and the aura of time lingering around his body had not dissipated for a long time. The discomfort caused by the separation of time and space made his mood even worse.

"Alas, I didn't expect that our human race would still be unable to escape this disaster."

The tone was a little sad. The current situation had almost negated the efforts of countless strong men in their era. This feeling was absolutely incomprehensible to those not involved.

The achievement of the Konge Era was to figure out the origin of the strange hidden dangers that had plagued the human race for a long time, and to work hard for it for an era, suppressing and banning all the rule-level weirdness that could not be killed, and banishing them to the depths of the endless world line. .

This method can be regarded as a once and for all solution. The elimination of rule-level weirdness has also brought a stable rear area to the human race. This can be said to be a very critical factor for the human race to develop so prosperously.

"How did the Nine-Headed Crow survive?"

There was a trace of doubt in the deep eyes of the ancestor of reincarnation. In order to eliminate all loopholes, the top leaders of the human race chose to kill the donkey and took away the nine-headed crow with absolute certainty.

In order to ensure a one-hit kill, nine ancient artifacts were used. Logically speaking, there was absolutely no chance of the Nine-Headed Crow surviving.

But now the fact is before him, and he doesn't want to accept it. The Nine-Headed Crow is indeed not dead, and he has also used his talent to find the exiled weirdo.

And just like the original speculation, the demon clan was really ambitious and left a back-up in the sealing vessel. Now it wants to lift the seal and let the strange disaster return to the world.

In the meantime, Samsara Ancestor estimated that he would never know which link went wrong. After working hard to complete the mission given by the times, he fell into a deep sleep. Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes in this new era of tens of billions of years, he would face his old opponent again.

"Perhaps this is the mission of us beings in the Konge era!"

"Hmph! It's weird. If I can suppress you once, I can suppress you a second time. With me here, you can't even think of stepping over the heavenly barrier!"

The golden light flashed in the eyes of the ancestor of Samsara, and his momentum was like a rainbow. He swept away the sluggishness, and his will was violently shaken. A strange object covered with secret words shot out from the sea of ​​​​dantian.

Boom!

The endless black water of the Dead Sea surges and roars, stirring up its billions of miles of waves, crushing the void and crushing it.

Buzzing - Gu Chun

A strange wave appeared above the Dead Sea, and pale lines suddenly appeared, intertwined, and converged into a huge vortex like a line drawing.

clang! Crash--

Metal collided and rubbed, chains clashed crisply, and a boxy six-color cube fell out of the white-drawing vortex. The regular chains were stretched straight, and behind them, one after another, strange-shaped containment vessels were connected. There were seven or eight hundred of them pulled out.

The sealing vessel floated on the pitch-black Dead Sea. As the waves rose and fell, a rich aura of time overflowed.

At the same time, at the boundary of the depths of the Dead Sea, densely packed Dead Sea aliens came out in full force, spreading in formation, ready to attack. They were just waiting for the monsters to crush the human battle line, and it was their turn to appear.

The ancestor of reincarnation stood in the void, looking down with his eyebrows lowered, looking at the terrifying number of sealing vessels below, and then looking at the dozens of unopened sealing vessels suspended next to him, a trace of bitterness flashed in his eyes.

No matter how impassioned and fearless he is, the reality is always cruel, and this cannot change with his will.

It took the power of an era to complete the feat of suppressing the weird ones. Not many of the original comrades entered the deep sleep. There was no way around it. The ability to sleep ancient artifacts was limited and it was impossible to take care of everyone.

The refining of the sealing utensils also required a great deal of effort and effort. There were not many left, less than a thousand in total. It was obviously not enough to use them to suppress a hundred thousand weirdos.

Thinking of this, the ancestor of Samsara looked stern. Now he has no choice but to fight. As long as one less monster can escape, countless living beings can avoid disaster.

Everything that happened on the Dead Sea battlefield happened almost at the same time on other foreign battlefields. On each battlefield, hundreds of thousands of sealing vessels fell out of the white drawn whirlpool.

The Nine-Headed Crow is very insidious, and the strange world he created is special enough. It can travel in the mezzanine of the world line. It can be said to be everywhere. In order to hide it, it was hidden in the most corrupt part of the world line. Endless battlefield.

Nowadays, if you want to cause the greatest damage to the human race, it is natural to attack all the alien battlefields at the same time. Once the battle line is broken, the alien army can march straight in, and the hinterland of the human race will be swept by the weird and alien races at the same time.

By that time, the many masters of the human race will be exhausted and even have to wake up the sleepers from other eras in advance, which can be said to be killing three birds with one stone.

The results of all the calculations and many plans will be revealed soon.

Click! Click!

The crisp sound of breaking resounded on all the sealing vessels. The powerful seal that had not been erased by endless years seemed to have been destroyed at the core at this moment, becoming dilapidated and rotten, and shattered one after another.

"They're back again!"

"The whole army obeys the order! Prepare to fight——"

"Here!"

On the gray and silent battlefield, countless warriors shouted in unison, their eyes were fanatical and bright. Right in front of the endless battle line, stood an indifferent man in black armor, who was the Lord of the Nine Netherworld from the Konge Era.

In the battlefield of the Evil God, an old woodcutter dressed in sackcloth weighed the ax in his hand and grinned, showing his withered yellow teeth.

"It's weird, just like the forest trees in the mountains. If they are cut down this year, they will grow back next year. They can't be cut down, and they can't be cut down."

"But it doesn't matter. As long as you keep cutting, that's enough."

After all, there are only a few people who can have such a state of mind as the old woodcutter. Faced with the hundreds of thousands of weird things that are about to be broken, almost everyone's heart is in their throats.

Whether it is the human soldiers who face it in person on the alien battlefield, or the masters of the ten realms who are watching from a distance in the endless battlefield.

Except for one person...

The corners of Bai Donglin's mouth raised slightly, and a narrow smile flashed in his eyes. It was not weird, but there was a fireworks show.

It's just that the roles of the appreciator and the admired have been reversed.

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