I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

The low-dimensional world is peaceful and peaceful, and the outside world is turned upside down, and it does not affect this place in the slightest.

In the center of the low-dimensional world, stands a huge four-sided blood-red altar, and above the altar stands a golden pointed stele.

Everything was just like what Bai Donglin heard and saw when he first came to the low-dimensional world.

Wuwei looked solemn, sitting cross-legged above the blood-red altar, his eyes lowered, and he looked directly at a figure who was completely imprisoned inside the blood-red altar.

This person is Yundi!

The reason why Wuwei didn't immediately open the low-dimensional world just now was to fully activate the array map portrayed by Yundi's soul, and when the Black Mist Demon Emperor descended through the distorted black hole, Yundi and the array map were taken into the low-dimensional world.

After that, he didn't take back the sharp-pointed monument immediately, not to wait for Heicheng to enter, but to leave a passage for the soul of the Black Mist Demon Emperor.

Otherwise, the low-dimensional world channel will be closed, and the Black Mist Demon Emperor will not be able to enter the low-dimensional world even through Yundi's summoning formation.

Yun Di in the blood-red altar slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were pitch black, and the whole body was shrouded in black mist.

Obviously, Yun Di's body has been completely occupied by the Black Mist Demon Emperor at this time.

"Humph! A trash thing that doesn't have enough success, and has more than enough failure!"

There was a trace of anger on the face of the Black Mist Demon Sovereign, and at the moment of his arrival, he sensed the strangeness of the whole world, and realized that he was being treated by others.

The Black Mist Demon Emperor's divine sense was extremely keen, and he noticed Wuwei's gaze and stared up. Although he couldn't see anything with blood in front of him, he still said.

"Who are you? Do you know the consequences of calculating this emperor?"

Wuwei looked indifferent, the wisp of divine soul that the Black Mist Demon Sovereign descended through the twisted black hole could naturally set off a huge wave in the outside world.

But after entering the low-dimensional world, and being completely suppressed by the blood-red altar, you can't even think of a wave!

After all, it is just a trace of divine soul. This low-dimensional world does not contain a trace of real energy, nor does it contain a trace of real laws. If you want to use the means, there is no such condition.

All the rules of the low-dimensional world are determined by his will, although they are all false rules.

"Black Mist Demon Sovereign, here, you are not qualified to communicate with Pindao.

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Wuwei's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stopped talking nonsense. When he pointed down, the dark and deep soul thread in Yundi Divine Sea was immediately stripped out.

The pitch-black silk thread twisted and wriggled in the void, and there was a faint terrifying roar, struggling hard, trying to get rid of the suppression of the blood-red altar.

With a move of Wuwei's thought, countless scarlet rays of light shot out from the inside of the blood-red altar, tightly entangling the soul of the Black Mist Demon Emperor.

The jet-black silk thread suddenly stopped struggling. Seeing that he was trapped in prison and unable to escape, the Black Mist Demon Sovereign was extremely decisive, and instantly began to destroy his soul.

Wuwei's eyes twirled violently, black and white, and condensed into a yin and yang taiji map. Under his control, the red light inside the blood-red altar shone.

The time flow around the Black Mist Demon Emperor Divine Soul Silk Line suddenly became extremely slow, nearly a thousand times slower than the normal flow rate.

This is already the limit Wuwei can do at present. This is still the power given to him by the Stele, but there is no way to reverse the self-destruction of the Black Mist Demon Emperor. The only way is to slow down the process as much as possible.

Buying time to imprint its memory on the Golden Spire is also the fundamental purpose of Wuwei to capture the soul of the Black Mist Demon Emperor.

The knowledge of these old monsters is like a sea of ​​​​knowledge, and there are countless mysterious skills, but what Bai Donglin really cares about is the secret knowledge and knowledge hidden in the years.

This is just a trace of the spirit of the Black Mist Demon Sovereign, and there are not many memories that can be extracted, but a little gain is enough.

After a few moments, even if the flow of time had slowed down a thousand times, the speed of the Black Mist Demon Emperor's self-destruction was still astonishingly fast.

"Humph! The emperor remembers your breath..."

"You will pay for it!"

The Black Mist Demon Sovereign left the last two sentences, and then completely disappeared and dissipated.

Wuwei's eyes showed a pity, the Black Mist Demon Emperor deserves to be a powerful and powerful emperor, even a trace of divine soul is so difficult to deal with.

This is also the reason why he can't fully exert the power of the low-dimensional world. He can control the low-dimensional world entirely with the help of the golden and red obelisk, and some powers are also given to him by the obelisk.

If he can master the three dimensional laws, it will definitely not be the case, such as the dimensional time laws.

He can arbitrarily manipulate the time of the low-dimensional world, accelerate, pause, and even reverse.

In this way, it is impossible for this Black Mist Demon Sovereign to destroy his soul.

"However, this time the harvest is still not small."

Wuwei flipped through the memories extracted from the soul of the Black Mist Demon Emperor, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

Wuwei restrained his thoughts, looked around, and there was a big project waiting for him to do next.

On the huge plain, including Heicheng, all the monks who were banned by Liudongchuan and earning low-dimensional worlds are all here, totaling more than 1.12 billion!

These cultivators who are still in a state of stagnation are what he thought at the beginning, and he did not deliberately do it, but just follow the trend.

These monks are not as difficult as the Black Mist Demon Sovereign. The low-dimensional world is, to be precise, a two-dimensional world.

These monks fell from the dimension and entered two dimensions. In Wuwei's eyes, the essential form of each of them is a comic book.

All their experiences and memories are recorded in these books, just like books that he can read.

More than 1.12 billion, although limited by their cultivation realm, the essence of this knowledge is not high, and secret knowledge and knowledge are naturally far inferior to the Black Mist Demon Sovereign.

But the amount is great, and the magic tricks they have learned are not limited to their cultivation realm.

Very simple reason, Bai Donglin is just a supernatural power, but does it mean that his "Pregnant God Casting Demons" is low-level?

Moreover, in this low-dimensional world, the prohibition placed by the major sects in the inheritance can be perfectly avoided. He is now in a higher-dimensional line of sight to observe the memories of these monks.

It can be called the state of "book-viewer". The memory restriction in the book is naturally impossible to cross the dimension and affect the person outside the book.

Of course, the world is very big, and he wouldn't be surprised if there is such a restriction that can cross dimensions and ignore everything.

Nothing is absolute, if there is, it is because the level of its "strength" is not high enough.

Wuwei Divine Soul figure moved, crossed the space to the plain, and stood in front of the unicorn woman, Mu Miaoling.

Mu Miaoling's figure was stagnant, the two unicorn horns were purple, and there was a look of anger between her eyebrows.

Wuwei's expression was slightly condensed, and the faint aura in the jade card made him fearful. After thinking for a while, he gave up the idea of ​​moving Mu Miaoling and others.

Glancing over, there are not a few people with the same trump card. These people are important figures in the huge forces of all parties, and they all have powerful life-saving trump cards.

Without thinking too much, Wuwei Divine Soul can guess what these jade cards are, an incarnation of the mighty.

This is not comparable to the spirit of the Black Mist Demon Sovereign. If these old guys are provoked, it may bring him a lot of trouble.

Although the low-dimensional world is magical, he can't completely control it, and there is still a big gap to use it to deal with the power.

Glancing at the jade card again, he turned and left. Fortunately, Liu Dongchuan was quick enough, otherwise these people would not know how many twists and turns would have occurred if they invited a powerful incarnation.

The sleeping incarnation of the power in the jade card will not wake up automatically when it does not sense that the person it protects is in danger of death.

Returning to Wuwei's thought on the blood-red altar, the golden angular stele suddenly rippled with golden ripples, and the speed was very fast, covering everyone on the plain in an instant.

The sharp-pointed tablet trembled slightly, bypassing dozens of monks protected by powerful incarnations, and began to imprint this huge amount of knowledge.

The number is as high as 1.12 billion, and the knowledge possessed by each cultivator cannot be summed up in thousands of volumes of books.

The memory and learning ability of cultivators far exceed the imagination of mortals. Even the cultivators who are lazy and do not like to learn, in order to successfully step into the path of cultivation, they have conducted systematic studies, and they have studied tens of thousands of volumes. kind of knowledge.

This huge knowledge, it is impossible for Bai Donglin's soul to carry it, at least not currently.

And 90% of the cultivators here belong to the alchemy alliance, and there are countless repetitions of useless knowledge.

As an inheritance utensil, the golden pointed stele is used to brand this knowledge, which can be said to be the best use of everything.

By the way, it can also get rid of the waste and keep its essence. Bai Donglin only needs to read and brand the knowledge he wants in it.

Knowledge is the nourishment of the Dao, and it has always been what Bai Donglin has been pursuing.

The knowledge harvest this time is one of the biggest gains of this trip. After all, it contains more precious things, which are not available in Shushan.

That is the practice experience, and usually they don't care about themselves, all kinds of flashes of inspiration that are fleeting!

He called it, the ultimate radiance of the self-wisdom!

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