I'm Too Strong To Be Immortal Chapter 111

"I'm too strong to be immortal(

Bai Donglin stopped the self-destruction in his body, the state of breathing returned to fullness, and he sat cross-legged in the hall of Yuta, slowly letting out a sigh of relief.

The trip to the ancient world is finally over. In the past two or three years, he was either killing or being killed, but he was exhausted!

But thinking about the huge gains from this trip and the skyrocketing strength, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Although the Saint Sect is comfortable and stable, there is no such improvement, but the countless resources in the Extreme Bracelet and Death Omen are enough for him to cultivate in the Saint Sect for a long time.

Bai Donglin narrowed the smile in his eyes, and his spirit pouring out, the light in the hall no longer flickered, and all the surviving monks had been brought back.

Now there are only more than 2,000 of the 10,000 disciples left. He sensed a few familiar auras in the crowd. It was Shen Wuwei and Su Qishengqing. The surviving disciples were exhausted, but their auras became strong. A lot of condensed, restrained cutting edge, and a lot of mature temperament, it seems that everyone's cultivation level has improved greatly.

Suffering is really a shortcut to make progress.

In addition to the surviving disciples, there is a large group of unowned extreme bracelets floating in the air of the main hall. This bracelet has an extraordinary origin, and the holy sect wants to recycle it, but the number of air bracelets is far from the dead disciples.

Bai Donglin looked slightly embarrassed. Most of the monks of the Holy Sect died in the hands of the black-robed people, and the black-robed people were almost taken by him. Naturally, the trophies of the black-robed people were in his pocket, those bracelets He has already been integrated into his extreme bracelet.

With a movement of thought, the crimson bracelet on the wrist slowly melted into the soul, low-key and low-key, making a fortune with a muffled voice is the kingly way!

"Brother Bai."

"Hahaha, Brother Bai, it's a coincidence, you didn't die either, I didn't expect that I didn't die either!"

Bai Donglin smiled and shook his head. The number of times I died will scare you to death. Shengqing still looks enthusiastic, and she is still so stinky. The two sat opposite Bai Donglin and began to have Talking without a word.

This time I stayed in Yuta for a long time. The other disciples didn't know why, but Bai Donglin knew in his heart that at this time, the outside world might be engaged in a battle that would destroy the world!

In a blink of an eye, three days passed, finally there was a change in the Yuta hall, a burst of light flickered, and Bai Donglin and others were released from the Yuta hall and appeared in a hall.

Bai Donglin looked around, this familiar aura was exactly where they left the Holy Sect, and finally returned. Everyone felt relaxed and felt like a survivor.

The master of Yuta Tower and the master of Zhoudian Temple stood on the stands, behind which stood the four major peak masters, all of them looking at everyone with complicated eyes.

What happened in the ancient world, as well as Moruo's plan, has spread throughout the Qianyuan realm, and countless forces are in an uproar, even alarming the ancestors.

The ancestor even passed down the decree, and for a while, the Qianyuan Realm heads rolled, and all those who participated in the Moruo Project were beheaded, and dozens of people were beheaded just by going to a great power!

It has been tens of millions of years since Emperor Mingyu released the news of'Cang', and Moro's plan was implemented 20 million years ago. Everything is very secret, except that the casualties of the disciples have been larger than before. They were not found to be abnormal.

The time span is really too big. The two worlds only meet every tens of thousands of years. Time has become the best cover for Moro's plan!

snort! Emperor Mingyu is not a good thing, everything is pushed in secret, and Moruo is just his pawn.

Thinking of the way the Emperor Mingyu and the ancient world dealt with it, Tong Xiao's coldness and sternness became a bit rich, and he suppressed the depression in his heart, and slowly said to the people in the hall:

"Thanks for everyone this time."

"The Holy Sect will not ignore your efforts. As for the disciples who died in vain, the Holy Sect will help them get justice!"

"In a few days, Shengzong's compensation will be issued to you through the Jidao bracelet."

"Everyone, go back and rest!"

Many disciples offered salutes, communicated with the bracelets, opened the light gate, and returned to their residence.

The four peak masters of the ground, wind, water, fire and fire in a circle of soy sauce also bid farewell to the two. At the same night, they stepped out with the master of Zhoudian and returned to a secluded courtyard in the depths of the holy sect.

The two sat cross-legged, poured two cups of spiritual tea on the small table in front of them, took a sip at the same night, and asked:

"Brother, what on earth is Mingyu coming from? Why can you invite that adult to come forward?"

"Huh! Compared to Moro, Junior Brother thinks this person should be killed more! Everything is because of him!"

"Junior Brother said carefully."

Meng Yan, who is also the Lord of the Palace of Heaven, gently put down the teacup in his hand, his eyes are deep, and the years are faintly flowing among them.

"That one is not something we can talk about."

"That adult has made a huge contribution to our human race, and has put out 100 million military exploits to protect Mingyu, even the ancestors have to give him a bit of face!"

Tong Xiao had a calm face and did not speak. When he first joined the Saint Sect, he was also involved in the exploration of the ancient world. Many of his friends in the same class who entered together died in the ancient world.

If it's a normal fall, it's fine, I can only blame my poor strength, but it doesn't seem to be the case now.

"Senior brother, I understand all these principles, but I feel upset in my heart, and I know that my brother is even more unhappy in your heart, right?"

Meng Yan's hand holding the teacup was slightly stagnant. Tong Xiao was right. He was unhappy in his heart. He cherished every disciple of the Holy Sect, but they personally sent batches of disciples into the conspiracy of death.

"Junior, there will be a chance in the future."

"It's a pity, after all, the Yuta Universe Hall belongs to the Holy Sect. We can't use it without authorization, otherwise, with the power of the fairy, where would we need to look forward and backward!"

Meng Yan glanced at Tong Xiao, stopped speaking, tasting the spiritual tea in the cup silently, his thoughts flying away.

Taishang Valley, Zizhuju.

A light door slowly emerged, and Bai Dong stepped out and looked at the familiar small courtyard. The courtyard is still clean without living for so long. These courtyards are engraved with formations and have small functions of automatic dust prevention and cleaning.

Lie on the purple bamboo recliner made by himself, shake the chair lightly, and quickly flash through scenes and scenes of what he did in the ancient world~www.mtlnovel.com~Bai Donglin is reviewing his various behaviors. The shortcomings, whether the killing was clean and neat, and whether the treasures were searched cleanly.

These are precious experiences. Only by digesting them carefully, reflecting on them, and doing this kind of expedition next time, can we do better!

After a while, Bai Donglin finished his thoughts, and his heart was at peace. In the safe holy sect, in the warm and familiar small courtyard, he was extremely relaxed and fell asleep in a daze. He has not slept for two or three years. Bar.

The next day.

The refreshed Bai Donglin stretched his waist and stood up. It's so cool to lie down. The laziness in his eyes slowly fades. The corpse can lie down slowly after being invincible. It hasn't been lying down for hundreds of millions of years. The problem is that it still matters for cultivation to become stronger.

As soon as the figure moved, he returned to the bedroom in an instant, waved his hand to set up the formation, don't rush to practice, open those "blind boxes" and talk about it!

Bai Donglin rubbed his hands and his expression gradually became excited. This was his favorite part.

At the end of the trip to the ancient world, he directly took all the black robe men in one wave, harvesting more than 500,000 magic treasures!

At that time, the situation was critical, and he had been rushing to Zhongzhou, and then he had no chance to organize these resources.

More than half a million "blind boxes", when will they have to be opened!

As soon as the mind moved, a part of the storage magic treasures piled up in the Omen of Death was taken out, and huge divine thoughts poured into hundreds of storage magic treasures at the same time, and the items were taken out and placed in the huge bracelet space. it is good.

Bai Donglin has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He had to sort these things into different categories, and doing so would make him feel inexplicably happy.

Time flies, as piles of storage magic weapons are emptied, the bracelet space is slowly filled.

Bai Donglin's smile is gradually perverted!

Chapter end

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