I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

Before ancient times, unknown time and space.

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In the darkness of nothingness, an eight-colored obelisk jumped out, taking it as the origin, slowly rippling bright ripples, where the ripples passed, the darkness receded, and a blurred and broken picture slowly unfolded.

Distorted light and shadow, slightly humanoid, and several figures standing in nothingness, naturally, are the core of all time and space concepts and information logic.

Indescribable, indescribable.

"Zhan, I still don't know what that thing is. Is it worth it?"

"Just because we don't know, that's enough for us."

The name Zhan 旳 exists, his tone is flat, but his thoughts are irreversible.

This is the first time they have met something that even those who are beyond everything can't see through. Whatever it is and what it is used for, the unknown is its meaning and value.

"Because of this thing, the stalemate with the Black Disaster has lasted for three Dayan eras, and millions of source realms have been affected and annihilated, and even the transcendental ones have fallen three..."

"There is also a narrative-level transcendence!!"

"This price is too big, too big!"

The distorted light and shadow were silent for a while. Obviously, these consequences were also huge sacrifices that could not be ignored for them.

"Okay, Zhan, you're right. After all, the Black Calamity is different from us. For the purpose, they don't care how many sacrifices there are."

"Doctor, what is your opinion?"

"Hehe, just obey Zhan's decision, who said that that thing just disappeared in the source world of Zhan, if it were you, you would choose to sacrifice yourself?"

"Tsk, what a bunch of merciful guys."

There was another silent silence. Obviously, "Chen"'s words caught everyone's mind.

"Okay, let's get started."

"I want to use death to completely strip away all traces of existence. It will take a little time. In the meantime, I cannot let the black disaster notice my movements. Therefore, the coordinates of the traces they left can only be cut off by me and then come back. dealt with."

"Well, there are a total of nine black disaster detachments left behind, Zhan, are you okay?"

"Don't worry, it's just a group of conceptual detachments."

"let's start!"

"it is good--"

As soon as the voice fell, the emptiness disappeared, and the blurred picture dissipated.

...

Light and shadow flow, and the picture reappears, already in a broken world.

Infinite heights, nowhere, suddenly fell eight **** of bright light, faintly visible, among which were up and down eight-colored steles, long swords, big seals, jade pendants...

The broken arms, eyeballs, feathers... hidden in the unknown time and space are all captured by the light ball, suppressed, and without the power to resist, they are all enclosed in a strange space.

The picture shattered again, and before the light and shadow flowed backwards, a vast and boundless river was faintly seen, spreading out, covering all the heaven, earth, time and space.

...

The years have passed without a trace, and I don't know how long it has passed. In the deepest part of the Land of Return to the Ruins, on the White Jade Plain, the core of the Ancestral Realm.

boom! ! click-

A terrifying roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and a long, viscous dark river surged out from the towering stone monument.

"not good!!"

"The battle monument is broken, Azathoth's broken arm is broken!"

Above the stone tablet, the old man who was sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in shock.

Seeing that more and more black fog was about to flee, the old man's deadly brow furrowed tightly, his figure distorted, and the remaining will gathered a light and shadow.

He raised his hand and grabbed a red-red pointed stele that had been blown away, pinched the magic art, and a pitch-black pillar shot out from the stele, with endless lines stretching out, cutting off the escaping pitch-black river.

The old man's body of will, light and shadow, with a dignified expression, took the crimson horn tablet in his hand fiercely, and pressed the dark river back onto the pillar.

"town!!"

hum! The endless mysterious lines are radiant and brilliant, no matter how the dark river struggles, it can no longer escape even a little bit, and can only be suppressed a little bit into the space of the stone tablet.

After doing all this, the body of light and shadow collapsed and disappeared.

And the old man sitting on top of the stone tablet, the already withered flesh and blood, was wiped out every inch, revealing the white bones.

"Alan, Yaoyao, go, be sure to bring back the traces of Azathoth and suppress it again."

"Clan elder!!"

"Go, don't be sad. We are already dead, and a trace of willpower should dissipate..."

When the voice fell, the old man's flesh and blood completely dissipated, leaving only a white bone and a dry cloud full of pride.

"go--"

boom! !

The earth shattered, and the two towering temples turned into beams of bright light and blasted away. A bronze cast, the atmosphere is simple and heavy, and a faint ice blue, like a crystal carved.

...

In an unknown place, the towering bronze fairy hall spanned hundreds of millions of light-years. Finally, Alan found the trace of Azathoth's broken arm.

Under the suppression of the Immortal Hall, the long black river formed by the broken arm still clashed left and right, extremely destructive and aggressive, and could not be completely suppressed at all.

"Cough! Ancestor, why?"

The white-haired, extremely withered old man sat cross-legged in front of a blue-grey stone monument in the depths of the Immortal Hall, leaving only a trace of his will.

"The highest material, beyond everything, how can we handle it..."

The old man tried his best to open his eyes and looked aside. There were bronze coffins suspended there, all emitting a terrible aura.

"People, I'm sorry, the old man is shameless, I'm going to disturb your rest!"

Click! Click! !

As the old man patted the ground lightly, the hundreds of millions of coffins were all lifted up. Among them, lying quietly, the figures larger than the world all opened their eyes, as if they had come to life, stepped out of the coffin universe, stretched out Huge palm, grabbing towards the dark river.

hoo hoo hoo!

In the terrifying roar, every palm intercepted a trace of the dark river, pressed it into his chest, then closed his eyes, and lay back in the coffin.

"Cough cough!! Yaoyao, I'll leave the rest to you!"

The old man finally exhausted everything, and could no longer hold back the long black river that had been cut in half, so he could only let it break free and escape without a trace.

"Ancestor, why? What's wrong with the war clan!?"

The old man's flesh and blood was collapsing, and with the last ounce of strength, he deeply expressed the doubts in his heart on the stone tablet.

The flesh and blood were empty, leaving only a severed finger, which was embedded on the stone tablet.

The invisible meaning of grief flows out from the bones, forever.

...

"Whoo! Whoo—"

Bai Donglin recovered from his trance, his consciousness returned to clarity, and a little tiredness appeared in his eyes, but in just a short moment, he seemed to have passed an incomparably long time.

It was extremely difficult for his memory to carry these pictures and information, and after a long time, he completely digested it and recovered.

Bai Donglin's eyes were complicated, looking at the eight-color lingering, perfect battle monument, his emotions were difficult to calm down. In addition to what he saw just now, the inheritance in the last two battle monuments, "Wind" representing speed and "Fire" representing attack, were also accepted by him.

The essence of the battle monument is extremely high, and it is the personal thing of "war", and therefore, it can be contaminated with those pictures and information, and it can be preserved for endless years.

Up to now, the inheritance and various secret information recorded in the battle monument have been known to him. As a result, many doubts in his heart were also solved, and the entire context of the matter became clear.

This is very important to him and determines how he should deal with Mother River and Broken Arm.

Moreover, there was also a glimpse of the vastness of the outside world.

"The thirteenth realm, the existence that transcends everything, is still divided into strengths and weaknesses."

"Concept level, narrative level, what does this mean?"

"Is there a more powerful realm on it?"

Bai Donglin shook his head and stopped thinking nonsense. He hasn't even broken through the eleventh realm yet. It's too early to think about these things.

"Hehe, that's fun!"

His eyes gradually brightened, the taller the world, the better, otherwise he would easily come to the end, wouldn't he be panicking?

Don't be afraid that the peak is too far away, but be afraid that you will lose your goal!

"Boss, what do we do next? How do we deal with this stuff?"

The most evil still looked around with a fearful expression, and did not notice Bai Donglin's change in an instant. This is also the authority of the deity. The so-called memory synchronization is of course a unilateral request for the clone.

It's not that he doesn't trust his avatar, but his memory is too huge and vast, and it is impossible to carry it with the thinking of the avatar, and there is no need for it.

"How to deal with it?"

Bai Donglin glanced at the evil with a strange expression, this guy, wouldn't he be scared and stupid? To ask such an idiot question.

"What else can I do? Naturally, it was packed and taken away!!"

The reason for doing this is to take this time bomb-like thing with you, which is also helpless.

Today's battle monument is integrated into one, if it is taken away, wouldn't it help to break the broken arm?

Moreover, the dimensional world is still carried in the battle monument, which is related to breaking the wall, and it is better to keep it by your side.

Although the traces of these nine supreme substances were sealed by Zhan himself, an accident had already occurred, and no more moths could emerge, pack them away, and keep them beside them for strict supervision.

"Let's go, there's no need to stay here anymore."

After all, with a thought, the battle monument suddenly shot a bright light, and in the void, the vortex channel was opened.

Bai Donglin and the most evil stepped out, crossed the passage, and appeared in front of the stone tablet.

"Senior, you will protect the world of seals and monuments with your faith, and you will leave it to me from now on."

"With me, Bai Donglin, alive for a day, these monsters, don't even think about breaking the seal!"

slam-la-

The boundless Styx River manifested, flowed and spread, swallowing the entire White Jade Plain, together with the stone monument standing at the core, ~www.readwn.com~ on the mainland, leaving a huge and boundless pit.

Bai Donglin also stepped into the Styx River, standing on the Styx River, with a peculiar vision, he could clearly see the dense tributaries, like growing tree roots, going to the land of the ruins in disorder in all directions spread.

"The land of return to the ruins, with hundreds of millions of world wrecks, as well as the treasure relics left by many civilizations, it is too cruel to abandon it."

"So, swallow it all."

Devouring matter to transform energy is naturally easier than absorbing dimensional power. Anyway, he never has too much. In order to nurture the infinite spiritual world, this step must be done sooner or later.

Bai Donglin's eyes flickered slightly, and a trace of his self-consciousness returned, his body twisted and rippling, and he turned into the appearance of a future Buddha again.

"Amitabha!"

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