I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

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Three strong bells came from the depths of the Sacred Sect. The sound was extremely penetrating and instantly swept the entire Sacred Sect. Many of the Sacred Sect masters who were retreating and cultivating opened their eyes at the same time, and their mighty thoughts were washed away. Thousands of miles of clouds above Shengzong.

Zhou Palace, in the bronze hall.

Tens of thousands of disciples sitting cross-legged were awakened by the sound of the bell, and all of them were like rainbows.

The disciples of the Holy Sect are all talented and talented. Coupled with the perception of the monument world, they have listened to the sermon four times, and the Eternal Temple is assisted by a hundred times the spiritual energy.

Bai Donglin, who was enlightened in October, slowly opened his eyes, the letter "swastika" in the depth of his left eye spun rapidly and golden light shone, and the letter "Dao" deep in his right eye was constantly changing, and the two auras of Buddhism and Dao were intertwined. Contradictory and unified.

He let out a sigh of turbid air, and the mysterious aura was all restrained, and the whole person became ordinary again, elegant and easy-going.

"Is the curtain about to open? The big event that made the Holy Sect so important has finally begun."

Before I had time to think about it, the majestic voice of the hall master had already come from the void of the Eternal Palace:

"October has passed, all the disciples will go to the Jidao Hall with the main hall master!"

Ten thousand disciples got up quickly and respectfully saluted:

"Follow the decree of the hall master!"

The Jidao Hall made of unknown metal was engraved with dense and mysterious patterns. Blue light flashed in the boundless hall, and Bai Donglin and other 10,000 disciples appeared out of thin air.

In front of the Jidao Hall was a tall stand. On the stand stood a young man in black robe, with long hair as white as snow, casually draped behind his back.

The most eye-catching is the man's eyebrows, a complex gray vertical stripes are mysterious and unpredictable, as if they are disturbing the surrounding time all the time, this person is the owner of the Eternal Palace.

The black-robed man swept his eyes across the disciples, with a hint of pity in the depths of his eyes. These disciples are all good, but I don't know how much they can survive this time. It is the Holy Sect who owes them.

He sighed secretly, knowing that some things are beyond his control, he stopped thinking about it, and said to the void:

"Junior Brother, these little guys will be handed over to you."

After speaking, the figure disappeared, as if he couldn't bear to wait for a while.

As soon as the black-robed man finished speaking, there was a ripple in the void, and five figures appeared on the stand.

The head of the man was dressed in a white robe, his long hair was as black as ink, the ends of his hair were neatly hooped by silver rings, and the long hair on the temple beside his right ear was wrapped around a small nine-story white jade pagoda.

There is also a vertical line between the eyebrows of the white-robed youth, which is mysterious and complicated, and the silver light shimmers. The surrounding space seems to be distorted by the silver lines, causing the youth's face to be blurred, and Bai Donglin and others can't see it at all.

"I am the tower master of Yuta, the main person in charge of this operation. These four are the four peak masters of "Earth Fengshuihuo" and are responsible for assisting the tower master."

After Yuta Tower Master finished speaking, he paused, as if he was thinking about something. The disciples in the hall did not dare to neglect. Several of the people in the stands were all important figures of the Holy Sect, and they hurriedly saluted respectfully and said:

"The disciple has seen Yuta Pagoda Master, the four peak masters of Earth Fengshui Fire!"

The uniform voice interrupted the thoughts of the white-robed man, his eyes swept across the crowd, and continued:

"The old man knows that you have doubts in your heart. Now that the time has come, it is time to inform you of the situation."

Many disciples were shocked when they heard the words, and the secret path finally came. Although the recent series of actions of the Holy Sect had benefited them a lot, they were ecstatic and apprehensive at the same time. They are not idiots, and there is no free lunch in the world.

All the gifts from fate have already had their prices secretly marked.

"This time, you need to enter a dangerous place. This place is called Mingyu Ancient World. It is a huge and complete world!"

"The ancient world of Mingyu meets the world where the world of Qianyuan is located once for tens of thousands of years. Only a place in the extreme east of the Qianyuan world can take the opportunity to enter the ancient world."

"The ancient world of Mingyu is extremely special,

The laws of the world are perfect and exclude all the auras of foreign laws. Therefore, all monks with the aura of laws cannot enter the ancient world, which is why the Holy Sect forbids you to break through the divine rune realm. "

"For countless years, every time the two worlds meet, many forces in the Qianyuan world will send disciples into the ancient world just to find one thing, an extremely important thing!"

"Unfortunately, the ancient world is too huge and there are many dangers. With the ability of low-level monks who have no understanding of the law, even if they exhaust hundreds of millions of people, they have achieved nothing so far."

The man in white robe stopped and said nothing, as if he was giving many disciples time to digest the information, and as if he was recalling the fiasco of every trip to the ancient world for countless years.

The ten thousand disciples in the Jidao Hall were silent, some frowned, some looked indifferent, and some had a look of surprise.

The only one who didn't yell and cry, was the one who cried and cried!

The peerless geniuses who stood out among the hundreds of millions of people, they are the best among them, all of them are of extraordinary hearts, not to mention the fact that this matter has been settled, everyone knows that the majesty of the Holy Sect cannot be provocative, Those who retreat are only dead!

The atmosphere in the silent and quiet hall was a bit depressing, but it did not affect the people above the stands at all. The man in white robe continued:

"Countless explorations, countless failures, and it may continue for countless times in the future, but this does not dispel the determination of many forces in the Qianyuan world. That thing in the ancient world must be found, unless the monks in the Qianyuan world. Dead!"

The white-robed man's voice was sonorous and powerful, further making many disciples understand the determination of the Holy Sect.

"The ancient world of Mingyu is full of crises, but there are also supreme opportunities to rely on. If you can come back alive, you will have a bright future. This old man has also entered the ancient world and obtained the supreme good fortune. Only then can we achieve today's achievements."

Give a stick to a sweet jujube, and you can't always emphasize the crisis of the ancient world. It's too much to stop it. It's enough to let the disciples realize the seriousness of the matter. Too much will hurt everyone's momentum.

And good luck is something that cultivators yearn for. Even if it is out of reach, like a castle in the sky, it will arouse everyone's ambition, and ambition will turn into infinite fighting spirit. Even if there are many crises ahead, these cultivators who have been provoked by their ambitions will continue to move forward.

Sure enough, as soon as the white-robed man's voice fell, the silent people in the hall had invisible flames beating in the depths of their eyes, and with their ambitions, they immediately became high-spirited.

The man in the white robe nodded secretly, estimated that the time was almost there, and it was not too much delay. With his hands, the nine-story white jade pagoda with long hair wrapped around his temples fell off instantly, turning into a towering nine-story white jade tower!

"This is the Yu Pagoda, a space-attribute fairy artifact. If you want to return to the Qianyuan world, you need this tower to guide you!"

It turned out to be a fairy!

Many disciples looked at Yuta with fiery eyes, and they were envious. Bai Donglin was also shocked. This was the top magic weapon he had ever seen. Maybe the Temple of Heaven was also a fairy weapon. After all, the two were equally famous.

Ignoring everyone's gaze, the white-robed man waved his hand, and Yuta flew out countless golden light spots, instantly submerging into the pole bracelets of 10,000 disciples, and the light flashed and disappeared.

"Yuta has already branded the coordinates on Erdeng's pole bracelet. After three years, the two worlds will be separated and the space will shake. It will be the day of Yuta's return! Remember, this thing is the only way to return. If it is lost, it will be returned. Lost in the ancient world forever!"

"For countless years, it is not that no monks have thought about staying in the ancient world in order to find their targets. Unfortunately, these people disappeared mysteriously without exception. You must not take luck!"

The white-robed man finished speaking, his lips moved a few times, but he didn't make any sound.

"As for the goal of this trip, the specific information of that thing, the old man has just carved into the depths of your soul, and it will emerge after descending to the ancient world."

"There is still experience in exploring the ancient world in the pole bracelet, and I hope it can help you."

"lets go!"

The nine-story White Jade Pagoda flashed light, and tens of thousands of disciples were absorbed into it.

After doing all this, the man in the white robe turned and bowed slightly towards Ji Dao Peak.

The nine-story Baiyuyu Pagoda trembled slightly, the space distorted, and disappeared instantly.

The huge Jidao hall was empty and empty, and many powerful thoughts hovering in the sky also receded.

clang--

A huge bell tolled in the depths of the Holy Sect.

like a war song,

It's like sending off.