I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

Bai Donglin's figure flickered quickly above the core of the stars, avoiding many monks who were serious about mining, and came to sit cross-legged in a no-man's land.

Sharpening knives does not cut firewood by mistake. Most of the mineral materials on the core of this star have no value. Blind digging is just luck, and bad luck is wasted effort.

The other monks' soul realm is too low, and the spiritual sense cannot penetrate into the metal layer, so he is not included.

In the sea of ​​​​divine, the soul sat cross-legged, the "burning soul" secret technique was performed, and the soul suddenly turned into a golden human-shaped torch.

This is a very advanced technique, the spiritual sense that is like a sea is compressed crazily, the spiritual sense is transformed into silk, and the huge spiritual sense is compressed into a very penetrating silk thread by him.

This is to completely abandon the scope of the divine sense, and increase the penetration and extension distance to the limit. This technique is very suitable for the current situation.

Just like the spiritual sense of a silk thread under his control, it instantly penetrates into the depths of the metal layer. The deeper the core of the stars is, the more terrifying the density is. The spiritual sense thread has reached its limit when it extends to 100 kilometers, and it is difficult to move an inch.

But it is enough. Even if rare materials are found in deeper depths, it is difficult for him to dig into the depths within seven days with his strength, and he can just search in the shallow layer of about ten kilometers.

The spiritual thread began to move to the shallow layer, retreated from the deep layer, and the extension distance increased again. He calmed his mind and began to carefully sense the minerals in the shallow layer.

An hour later, Bai Donglin opened his eyes, and with him as the center, the exploration of the area ten kilometers below the surface and a radius of five hundred kilometers was completed, but he found a few good materials.

As soon as his mind moved, the omen of death in the sea of ​​​​blood landed in his hands, and Bai Donglin said a little embarrassedly:

"Death Omen, I've wronged you. When you leave the secret realm, I will cut a few more people to make up for you."

Buzz! The Omen of Death made a humming sound.

In the identity of the Death Omen, its value has surpassed the entire Moon Palace Secret Realm, but now it has to be used for mining, it is indeed wronged, and his strength is too weak, otherwise the core of these nine stars will be directly photographed. Entering the source world of the omen of death, where does it take this effort!

Thinking too much is useless, Bai Donglin rolls up his sleeves and starts working, first set a small goal and dig a million squares!

...

After seven days.

Bai Donglin stepped out of the gate of light refreshed, went out of the secret realm and returned to the moon-falling pit. He digged for seven days, and it was not difficult to dig with the omens of death in his hands. The shallow treasures at the core of the nine stars , was looted by him.

The mind swept through the bracelet space, and the smile in his eyes became stronger. This trip is not a loss. Whether you keep these materials for yourself, or exchange them for spiritual stone pills, Bai Donglin feels that his waist is quite strong. Straighter and stiffer.

Although the slight relief from the "fear of lack of cultivation resources syndrome" made him feel better, he still had more exciting things to do next. Bai Donglin's eyes returned to cold and sternness, and he looked at the already chaotic yin and yang and five elements.

Before he entered the secret realm, he had already activated the trapping formation. Because he was worried about accidentally injuring the Qianyuan cultivator who had left the secret realm earlier, he did not start the second killing formation. The current situation was exactly as he expected.

The scene in the trapped formation was reflected in the sea of ​​​​divines. In addition to the more than 10,000 Qianyuan monks who were spinning around in the formation like headless flies, there were also more than 2,000 mysterious monks wearing uniform black robes. There is such a sneaky dress, and the familiar black bead breath, there is no doubt that it is a person from that mysterious force.

These black-robed people are generally stronger than Qianyuan monks, and there are many monks with great perfection of the primordial spirit. Unfortunately, they can't break his formation without the law.

This is the highlight of this trip. A cold light flashed in Bai Donglin's eyes, he pinched the magic with both hands, and manipulated the formation to release the cultivator Qianyuan. There were already many unlucky ghosts wandering around in the formation. The man in black is dead.

The abnormal operation of the formation method instantly attracted the attention of many monks.

The cultivator Qianyuan began to be guided by him to the outside of the formation, while the man in black robe was driven to the heart of the formation by him.

The people inside were extremely vigilant, thinking that the formation was arranged by the other party. Bai Donglin frowned slightly, looking at the Qianyuan cultivator who had been grinding and chirping for a long time. Pinch the magic formula, and the spiritual sense connects the formation.

Boom!

The activation of the killing formation triggered a vision of heaven and earth, and the sky above the moon-falling crater, which was originally a clear sky, was instantly covered with dark clouds, and thunder flashed.

It was originally a trapped formation shrouded in a dense white fog, but a stream of blood-red smoke began to emerge, instantly merging with the white fog, and the large formation suddenly bursts with gloomy winds, ghosts and wolves howling.

Zhou Zheng was also in the great formation at this time, followed by a large group of cultivators. Seeing the sudden changes in the great formation, his face suddenly became ugly. No matter how he looked at this scene, it was not very good. He quickly asked the cultivators behind him:

"Hui Hu, how? Can you find a way to break the formation?"

A monk named Huihu, wearing a moon-white robe, with intricate golden lines on the white robe, outlining mysterious patterns, holding a brass compass in his hand, various characters and lines on the compass flickering wildly, and his left hand moved quickly. , there were traces of sweat on his forehead, and he said without turning his head:

"Brother Zhou, this trapped formation is too complicated and terrifying. The yin and yang of heaven and earth are reversed, and the five elements are retrograde. Although the next one is from the formation sect, it is far from the formation skills of the people who set up the formation!"

Hui Hu stopped moving in frustration and continued helplessly:

"Just now, a killing formation that is no weaker than the trapped formation was activated. The two formations were superimposed, and the level of danger and complexity was soaring. We are finished!"

After Hui Hu finished speaking, he sat cross-legged and gave up his resistance. Many monks around were pale, and even the disciples of the formation were helpless, not to mention the laymen.

The situation in the formation was vividly in Bai Donglin's mind, and he could hear the conversations of Hui Hu and the others clearly. At first, after hearing him praise him, he still felt that this kid was on the road, but then he became a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water. The appearance made him speechless, no wonder the formation skills are not good enough, and he has no perseverance.

The magic formula in his hand changed, and the rich blood and evil energy in the formation gathered together to form a huge beast. Under his control, a roar rushed towards Zhou Zheng and others.

With the support of the formation, the blood evil beast is close to Yuanshen's great perfection, and as long as the formation is not broken, it can be reborn infinitely. Under the manipulation, a large group of people were soon driven out of the formation.

"I, are we out?"

"Hahaha, we don't have to die!"

"How could this be? Did the people who set up the formation deliberately let us out?"

Hui Hu frowned, with a puzzled look on his face. He wouldn't think that they walked out of the formation by mistake. There is no such low-level loophole in this level of formation.

"No matter what the hell is going on, let's withdraw quickly. We have already gained from this trip, and there is no need to stay here and work hard with the people of the ancient world alliance."

"Extreme! Exactly!"

The crowd did not hesitate, and disappeared in an instant. Bai Donglin sat cross-legged at the core of the formation, commanding the overall situation, and wave after wave of Qianyuan cultivators were driven out by him.

At the same time, people from the secret realm came out from time to time. Until three days later, he estimated that he had sent a total of nearly 20,000 Qianyuan cultivators away. Even the young monk Mingjing and the fat man Pang Chao also successfully retreated.

As for whether anyone obtained the inheritance of the Moon Palace Secret Realm, he did not know until the light gate at the entrance to the Secret Realm flickered and slowly disappeared.

This is already a very benevolent secret realm. If more than 20,000 people enter, one or two thousand people will die. It is not as good as the unfortunate ones in the formation.

These people in black robes are also ruthless. They are trapped in the formation and do not forget to kill. As long as they are unlucky enough to meet them, they will die. Before he left the secret realm, nearly 2,000 people died.

If it wasn't for his trapped formation that held them back, I'm afraid that one of these Qianyuan cultivators would die if they came out.

But when they met him, it was time for them to have a taste of being hunted. Bai Donglin was not holding back, and the "Blood Evil Soul Eater" was fully motivated!

The **** energy that had been brewing for a month, all spewed out from the depths of the earth. The monks who died in the formation were instantly shriveled, and their flesh and blood were absorbed by the **** energy. The beast gradually emerged.

roar-

Ferocious beast roars sounded everywhere in the formation, and the black-robed men who were divided into balls looked solemn, staring vigilantly in the depths of the red mist with their backs to their backs.

With a smile in his eyes, Bai Donglin stood up slowly, with a flash of red light, his black robe turned into crimson armor, his right hand was vacantly held, the black saber death omens appeared in the palm of his hand, and it hummed softly.

"Death Omen, promise your flesh and blood feast and I'll make it up to you."

"Hunting time, start!"

The crimson figure was slightly twisted and disappeared in an instant.