I'm Too Strong To Be Immortal Chapter 121

"I'm too strong to be immortal(

Hell, the twenty-ninth floor.

On the scorched and barren land, the rocks and sand grains all have traces of melting and solidification. There is no vegetation or water source. All the vitality is burned out by the four rounds of the sun above the sky.

A space in the void rippled slightly, becoming more and more intense, and then Bai Donglin's figure appeared out of thin air.

Bai Donglin's figure fell on the scorched earth with a slight frown. His first feeling was the emptiness in the void, the ubiquitous aura in the outside world, here there is not even a trace of it, here is a place of unparalleled spirit!

The special thing that Kuang Zhen said was originally this. The Land of Absolute Soul is indeed more beneficial to their physical cultivation. If it is Qi cultivation that comes to this kind of ghost place, it will be uncomfortable.

Bai Donglin possessed and stroked the ground as if it had been melted and then solidified. He looked up at the sky. Four suns could burn the ground like this, I'm afraid it's more than that.

The living environment is extremely harsh, even for monks.

However, it didn't affect him much. The cultivation resources in his bracelets and signs of death were enough to support him in cultivating in such a ghostly place for a long time.

Since the ancient world, he hasn't taken the initiative to absorb the aura of heaven and earth for a long time. In his opinion, that is an extremely inefficient way of cultivation.

This is also one of the advantages that immortality brings to him. Other cultivators don't dare to build like him even if they have cultivation resources that can be consumed at will, and their body can't hold it.

Bai Donglin closed his eyes and carefully sensed the laws of force, space, soul, pain, light wind, etc., one by one, he felt no difference from the laws of the outside world, and it can be ruled out that this is an independent small world.

How did this black world do it? Is it a space cut from the outside world, or a parallel mezzanine world that has a certain connection with the outside world?

After a moment, he shook his head. His understanding of the laws of space is still too shallow, and he can't see any way to this kind of complicated space.

But this is still good news for him. His cultivation requires four basic elements: knowledge, aura (to accumulate spiritual apertures), damage (to increase energy), and laws.

He can be satisfied with these things, so no matter whether you practice in this ghost place or in the holy sect, there is no difference, but it is a pity that you cannot use the holy sect's various cultivation facilities, but the contribution points will not expire there. , Just go back and use it later.

Bai Donglin pondered slightly, and after a while, he had already set a five-year plan. He didn't need to worry about cultivation. He was going on all the time in his body. He had to do something that he had always wanted to do but had no chance to do in these five years.

The practice of "Pregnant God and Casting Demon Scripture" is no longer doubtful in the supernatural power realm. The next step is just water milling kung fu, nurturing the spiritual aperture, and comprehending the law of inscription.

However, we must also start to prepare in advance for the following cultivation. The core of this supreme truth, "Pregnant God Casting Demons", will begin to be involved in the next realm.

Before that, in addition to the infinite spiritual aperture and the powerful soul of the "Trinity", there are two prerequisites that must be fulfilled, that is, a thorough insight into the mystery of the human body and the soul.

The human body here refers to the core of the physical body and the light source of life, and the soul is the most mysterious and unpredictable true spirit.

These are all forbidden areas of life, and if you want to cultivate the follow-up realm of "Pregnant God Casting Demon Scripture", you must thoroughly master these forbidden areas!

So far, I haven't discovered that there is a second person who practices this supreme truth, unable to absorb the cultivation experience of his predecessors. Everything depends on himself. To do this, it is impossible to deduct it from the knowledge in his mind.

Practice is the only criterion for testing truth, human experiments, he needs to conduct a lot of human experiments!

Although he can use himself to conduct experiments, a single individual sample is meaningless. He needs diverse samples and countless experimental subjects.

"Hey, isn't this black prison just what I want? These heinous criminals are all very good experimental materials, and there is no psychological burden to use."

"Yes, good, bad and good, bad and good."

Bai Donglin nodded in satisfaction, a stream of light appeared in his eyes, and the magical power of heaven and earth was fully displayed, and the movement of thousands of miles came into his mind.

After a while, I found the place I wanted, stepped out in one step, the space was slightly distorted, and the figure disappeared instantly.

In a huge canyon, a long and narrow city was built along the bottom of the valley, crookedly, and the scope was not small. This was the largest gathering place for criminals that Bai Donglin found.

"Evil city."

Bai Donglin looked up at the four scarlet characters on the head of the city. It was worthy of the name, but the name will have to be changed in the future.

Walking towards the city, the bored city guards who stood outside the city gate just glanced at him and ignored them. These city guards were not strong enough, so they should have come down from the upper level.

There are no female creatures in this black prison, even a fly is male, but there is no condition for the birth of a new life.

Only one of the seven major prisons is dedicated to detaining women, and the remaining six are detaining male creatures. There are many reasons for this phenomenon, and the most important thing is the ratio of men to women in the cultivation world.

As soon as Bai Donglin entered the city, a few pairs of eyes stared at him in the dark. His mental temperament was so different from the rest of the people. After a long time in the black prison, he was dying and dying.

People like Bai Donglin who are so energetic, except for a few high-ranking powers in the black prison, are newcomers who have just entered the black prison.

They all know people with faces in this city, but Bai Donglin has a very face. Not surprisingly, he is a newcomer. This kind of person is also called a "fat sheep" by them. This kind of person has just entered the black prison. There must be a lot of babies.

Bai Donglin just stood on the street for a while, and a few people gathered around, and there were more people watching in secret.

"Boy, new here, what did you commit to come in?"

In this black prison, the greater the crime you commit, the more powerful you are, and the crime has become a kind of "honor", so facing a newcomer, the first sentence of the question must be this.

If Bai Donglin said that he came in because he killed a person, he would definitely be ridiculed ruthlessly by these old people. This kind of crime must be of the lowest level in their eyes.

Seeing Bai Donglin staring at them with a smile without saying a word, the fat man who had just spoken couldn't hold his face anymore, and continued with a gloomy face full of scars:

"Boy, hand over your storage magic treasure. From now on, in the Evil City, Long Brother, I will follow you."

The reason why these criminals in the dark prison are so crooked and don't directly do it is not because they have become kind after a long period of time, but because of this utterly spiritual environment.

Their principle is to try not to do things that can be solved by moving their mouths. Every trace of energy is extremely precious. Here, the energy of the spiritual energy is directly linked to the longevity.

With a smile on Bai Donglin's face, he knew exactly what was in his mind, raised an index finger, and said to them:

"I ask you a question. Whoever answers me first can save his life and continue to linger in the black prison."

"Tell me, who is the one who rules this city?"

He has just mastered Shentongtian, seeing and listening, and he cannot spy on some areas that are shrouded by the formation restriction, and the spiritual mind will also be isolated by the formation restriction~www.mtlnovel.com~ so he needs these people to lead him. .

"Boy! You are crazy!"

The expressions of the fat man and others changed. They hadn't met such a newcomer who couldn't see clearly the situation. What's more, the energy consumed by hands can be made up for from this kid.

Several figures moved at the same time, besieging Bai Donglin, their abilities were extremely restrained, and the attacks released were compressed to the limit, without spilling a single trace.

Bai Donglin nodded slightly, with good control, it seems that the harsh environment can really push out people's potential.

Raising his right hand lightly, part of the doubling technique, a huge palm shadow flashed by, boom! With a loud noise, a huge palm print was deeply imprinted on the ground, and the palm prints were clearly visible.

Except for a scrawny monk, the fat guys were all photographed in blood foam, and they couldn't be buckled in the bottom of the pit.

"How is it? Are you ready to answer my question?"

"Physical, physical training adults, the younger one thinks clearly! Please come with the younger one, and the younger one will take you there!"

The skinny monkey shivered, regretting to death in his heart. Damn, if he had known that this person was physical cultivation, he would not dare to rob him if he killed him. The advantage of physical cultivation in the black prison is too great, and all his strength lies in his body. Above, the demand for aura is much smaller than them!

"very good."

Bai Donglin nodded slightly, followed behind the thin monkey and walked towards the center of the city. After the two left, several figures in the dark rushed out like mad dogs and jumped into the huge palm prints.

With scarlet eyes and bloodthirsty, he knelt down on the ground, frantically licking the blood foam on the ground. The dirty meat foam mixed with the mud and swallowed it into his abdomen, and his face was filled with satisfaction from time to time.

There is a trace of spiritual energy in these pieces of flesh and blood, which has not dissipated in a short time.

In the black prison, waste is shameful.

Chapter end

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