I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

"It's fighting! It's fighting!"

"Hao Zhao, No. 75 on the Qianlong list, has started a fight with a mysterious guy! Let's go, hurry up and watch the battle!"

"Go together! Go together!"

The sudden loud shout made the small half of the city quiet, and then it boiled instantly, pieces of streamer rose into the sky, flying away towards the poisonous sea outside the island.

Watching people go to the empty restaurant, Bai Donglin slowly put down his wine glass, stepped into the void, and followed.

Carrying the will of Blue Star, he also likes to join in the fun.

By the way, let's take a look at the quality of these Tianjiao on the Qianlong list.

boom!

Hao Zhao frowned, holding the broad-backed broadsword with nine rings in his hand, and swung the knife. The endless sharp light of the knife crushed the void, and slashed towards the figure in the void.

"Hehe, little tricks, huh—"

The handsome man in the ancient armor took a deep breath, and the complicated chains of laws were sucked into the abdominal cavity, gathered and fused, and his chest bulged high.

"what!"

what--

With a loud shout, the sound waves that fused several laws and rich energy had turned into substance, shining golden light, and the infinitely fierce sword light that shot in front of him instantly stagnated, swept by the golden sound waves, and shattered into light shards and dissipated one after another.

Hao Zhao's expression was astonished. The terrifying sound wave was so fast. In addition, the void around his body was shrouded in an inexplicable aura, and it had become like a quagmire. He had no chance to dodge, so he had no choice but to take this attack hard!

His eyes turned cold, he Hao Zhao is not a soft persimmon.

"Knife Prison Sensen·Endless Rashomon!"

Holding the extremely thick nine-ring wide-backed broadsword, the vast mana surged into the sword, buzzing and trembling, the sword shot out, turned into endless light spots, and instantly condensed into thick gates, standing between the sky and the earth.

The giant gate is as high as 10,000 feet, with hideous ghost faces engraved on the front, and densely covered with divine patterns. Not only does it have a strong defense, but the scattered sword light tears a large area of ​​​​the void, and its shattering power is also impressive.

This nine-ring thick-backed broadsword turned out to be Hao Zhao's dharma form, so solid and fierce, it is obvious that the "native weapon" has been refined into the dharma form!

When qi cultivation breaks through the dharma phase, the true essence will transform and become more powerful mana, and when it reaches the eighth hole virtual state, the "native weapon" can be conceived in the dharma phase.

Physical cultivation breaks through the supernatural realm, and the blood element will be replaced by a more powerful source of life force. At the eighth divine source realm, the "original weapon" can also be bred in the light of the source of life.

All the celestial weapons in this world come from this, they are the natal (origin) weapons of the ancestors, and the highest achievement that a craftsman can achieve is the Dao weapon.

Rumble!

The golden sound waves fell like extremely heavy peaks, crushing huge ghost-faced Rashomon gates one after another. When only one of the giant gates remained intact and one was broken, the sound waves finally dissipated.

"Not bad! This trick is a bit interesting!"

The handsome man nodded slowly, the disdain in his eyes dissipated a little, and there was a strange accent in his conversation, which seemed to be a native monk of Qianyuan.

hundreds of miles away,

Countless monks stood in the void, their eyes shining, staring at the distant battlefield.

The crowd gathered in a densely packed area, and colorful divine lights shone. They were monks with insufficient cultivation, who were using their means to resist the ubiquitous poisonous fog from the poisonous sea in the center of the earth.

Above this sea area, unlike the island city, there is a large formation of isolation poisonous fog.

"Hey hey hey! This guy is too arrogant! How dare he despise Hao Zhao so much? He is one of the top 100 masters in the Qianlong list! How dare he!?"

Seeing that this man was so arrogant, some monks couldn't help showing a look of displeasure, and defended Hao Zhao. Perhaps Hao Zhao is his idol, as can be seen from the nine-ringed sword on his back.

"Hmph! Although this person is arrogant, he also has the capital. Didn't you see that? Hao Zhao's expression is so serious, it is obvious that he has met a great enemy!"

The surrounding monks couldn't help but nodded when they heard the words. They were still very rational and could abandon their personal emotions and point directly to the essence of the incident.

"That's right, but this guy is very strange, do you know him? With such a powerful strength, he shouldn't be an unknown person!"

When many monks heard the words, their eyes were full of thought, and they all shook their heads after a while, apparently not finding a trace of this person in their memory.

Hundreds of miles away, the discussion of the crowd was also sensed by the handsome man, who showed a slight smile and didn't care about these noisy words.

The palm of the hand was lightly held, and the endless radiant light gathered in the palm of the hand. The trident, which was covered with fine scales and divine patterns, was tightly held by the man in his hand.

Yin——

With a clear buzzing sound, the colorful poisonous sea below suddenly violently turbulent, setting off huge waves of thousands of feet.

"one move."

The man reached out and brushed the trident lightly, his tone was light, but it contained extremely strong self-confidence.

"what!?"

Hao Zhao's eyes glared angrily, and a hot white mist rose above his head. He was extremely angry at being so humiliated.

"Hahaha! I want to see how you beat me with one move!"

"Knife!"

With a move of his hand, the ghost face Rashomon shattered between heaven and earth instantly turned into countless golden light spots, converging into a golden river and falling into Hao Zhao's hands.

The sword is no longer a sword, it is like a golden galaxy, with cold and sharp sword intent, endless sword light, converging into a river.

"Unity of Human and Sword, Zhankong!"

Hao Zhao's tone was indifferent, and the seven orifices spewed out brilliant divine light. In a trance, the figure burst like a bubble, and all the energy and spirit were integrated into the golden river of swords.

"cut!"

The sword intent is fierce, the sword glows densely, and Jin He rolls up into the sky, breaking everything where it passes.

"not bad!"

A smile flashed across the man's face again. It was a pure smile when he met something he liked, and he was also a war-loving person.

"Ninety-nine days and ninety-nine nights, great flood!"

God, collapsed!

The Tianhe poured down, and the water of the endless Tianhe surged down. Every drop of water was the sharp edge of the trident.

The endless flood seems to submerge everything in the world.

"Back! Back! Back!"

"Back quickly!"

The expressions of countless spectator monks changed wildly, and while roaring, they turned into streamers and fled frantically into the distance.

Every year, every day, every moment, monks in this world die in the aftermath of the war.

But even so, it still can't stop the fanaticism of the monks. It's time to watch the battle or watch the battle. The tradition of joining in the fun must not be lost, at least, this is the case in the battle under the power of the Nine Realms.

No fool would dare to cross the border to watch the battle between the powerful.

There is no sound from the loud sound, and the void disappears without sound.

A bright spot of light suddenly appeared at the core of the battlefield, and then spread wildly in all directions. The dazzling light group was filled with terrifying waves of destruction, and within a breath, it had spread thousands of miles away.

Before the aftermath came, the crowd of spectators had dispersed, leaving only those who were extremely powerful, still standing in place. For them, the aftermath of terror was just a breeze.

Bai Donglin had a smile on his face, his arms crossed his chest, and his long black hair was not disturbed.

After a long time, the aftermath dissipated.

"Ahem! Good, so strong..."

Hao Zhao lay on the colorful sea of ​​poison, his face was pale, and he was holding the handle of the knife tightly in his hand. The large holes all over his body were filled with a destructive aura, hindering the recovery of his injuries.

The handsome man stood in the void, neatly dressed, leaving traces of battle every time.

Looking up at the sky, his eyes sank into infinite heights, the trident in his hand turned into light spots and slowly dissipated, and whispered in the air:

"Tianji, can you feel my arrival? Can you remember my name!?"

Hurrah——

The cold wind blew, swallowing the whispers.

"Hao, Hao Zhao, he actually lost! He was defeated by one move!"

"Hiss—this person is so strong! Who is he!?"

The crowd of spectators went back and forth, all staring at the man looking up to the sky with uncertain eyes, hissing and admiring in tone.

"Quick! Take out the potential dragon list! This person's name..."

Someone came to his senses and quickly took out a special treasured Qianlong list. This item was sold by Tianji Pavilion and was connected with the breath of Tianji Compass. The ranking on it could be updated in real time.

"The Hidden Dragon List, seventy-five, Han Yi..."

Hao Zhao's ranking has reached seventy-sixth, and the seventy-fifth place has been replaced by an unfamiliar name. The conclusion is obvious.

"His name is Han Yi!"

"Cold Yi—"

The crowd shouted this name, and they stopped asking Hao Zhao.

This person can defeat Hao Zhao so easily, his strength is obviously more than that, he is a rising star!

"interesting……"

Bai Donglin smiled at the corner of his mouth, his figure gradually disappeared into the void, and he returned to the table in the restaurant in an instant, and took a drink from his glass.

"Well, good wine! This era is really going to be lively!"

Others may not be able to see him, but the breath of time that has not dissipated from Han Yi's body cannot be hidden from him.

This person is a sleeper from another era.

The crest of the times, the bright years.

Perhaps, this sea-eye secret realm will be the place where the horn of the great world is sounded!

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