I’m Too Strong To Be Immortal

Deep in the outer dimensional space, there are twelve shadows standing, with terrifying auras that even the violent dimensional storms cannot get close to.

Under the gaze of many expectant eyes, Hun Luo slowly spread out his long and withered palm, and a deep gap opened in his palm. Then, a strange disk engraved with twisted runes shot out under the darkness of the light.

Simple and vast, it comes from endless years ago.

The bronze disc grew in the wind. In an instant, it expanded crazily to span millions of light years, casting a sky-covering shadow that shrouded all the twelve supreme leaders.

"Lord Hunluo, what is this!?"

Evil Desire frowned, and raised his eyes to stare at the strange runes on the disk, and saw obvious traces of time and space in them. Could this be something used to open Abi Wujian? However, isn’t it enough to use the Twelve Clans Order?

"We have finally managed to send many human masters into Abiwujian. We have no way of knowing their current situation. Naturally, we cannot rashly open Abiwujian. If we release them again, wouldn't it be a waste of effort?"

Hun Luo's tone was faint and his eyes were firm, as if he had everything under control.

After hearing this, the God of Death showed a look of sudden enlightenment, and said in a flattering tone: "My lord, you are very thoughtful. If you personally take action, it will be absolutely foolproof. However, how does this mysterious bronze disc work?"

"This disk is a back-up left behind by Abi Wujiang in ancient times, in order to deal with certain emergencies."

"It can directly summon the Nine Nether Realm of Death. Don't worry, the passage opened has been restricted. Beings above the tenth realm cannot pass through."

As he spoke, Hun Luo flicked his fingers and passed on the magic formula to activate the disc to everyone.

"I see!"

The God of Death and other alien leaders suddenly became calm. No wonder they sensed such a powerful atmosphere of time and space. To open Abi Wujian, ordinary means would not work.

"Then let's get started."

"I hope those human beings who were plotted against will not express their anger and destroy the Nine Nether Realm of Death, otherwise..."

After hearing this, several leaders who had some doubts suddenly felt urgent and their hearts trembled. They all nodded heavily at the same time without having time to think about it.

"Okay! Please cast the spell, sir, and we will go all out!"

The corners of Hunluo's mouth raised slightly, his eyes flickered, and his withered hands quickly pinched the mysterious magic formula. The vast source condensed into a Taoist light pillar and sprayed into the bronze disc above.

"Do it!!"

drink--

The other foreign leaders shouted angrily, all with stern eyes. According to the method passed down by Hun Luo, they used all their strength to stir up the source of the body, and the endless power of creation turned into a bright pillar of light and poured into the disc.

Click, click, click!

The bronze disc swallowed up the original power of the twelve strongest men in the ten realms, and it suddenly trembled. The inscriptions on it shone fiercely, jumping and moving like living creatures. Gaps appeared in the center of the disc, and then spread out in all directions. Spread rapidly.

In a crisp clicking sound, the dark cracks on the bronze disc entangled and merged with each other, and a huge mirror channel was slowly opened.

boom!

Following a roar, it was visible to the naked eye that a huge shadow was falling down little by little in the dark mirror. It was a round thing.

"Success!!"

The God of Death's eyes were shining brightly. This appearance was obviously the main realm of one side, and it was undoubtedly the Nine Nether Realm of Death. He didn't expect to be able to save his clan, and he was naturally excited and joyful. He couldn't help but work harder to convey the original energy.

boom! Blah blah blah!

The dark mirror shattered into countless crystal light fragments, and the bronze disk was overwhelmed and collapsed into powder. Fortunately, the main realm of the extremely huge round sphere has completely descended into the outer dimensional space.

"Jiuyou...uh! Uh-huh!"

As soon as the God of Death uttered two words, it seemed as if his neck was being strangled, and the joy on his face was replaced by endless fear.

When the supreme leaders of the alien races saw the round main realm clearly, they were stunned for a moment, with three parts of disbelief, two parts of confusion, four parts of panic, and one part of uncontrollable anger in their eyes!

"Hunluo!!"

"kill--"

After all, he was still the strongest person in the ten realms. He understood everything in an instant, his eyes were about to burst, and endless killing intent emerged. He launched a violent attack and killed Hun Luo.

Where is the Nine Nether Realm of Death...

It is clearly the Evil God Realm! !

"Hahaha!"

Hun Luo looked up to the sky and laughed, thick and sticky black mist spurted out from the depths of his pupils, wrapped around his body, and instantly transformed into a twisted, indescribable unknown monster.

"It's only now that I wake up, it's too late!"

"Thoughts are the anchor! Evil intentions! Coming -"

The angry leader's eyes were inexplicably dull, and the slaying figure was frozen in place. A dark light appeared in his chest and shone brightly.

"You, you actually had a secret attack on us a long time ago!"

Evil desire pierced the corners of his eyes, and his ferocious gaze seemed to want to devour Hun Luo alive.

Unfortunately, at this time, he had lost control of his body and will, and he could vaguely feel that there was a twisted evil consciousness slowly awakening and growing deep in his body.

The so-called mind space and the purpose of keeping information confidential are all fake. From the moment they were pulled into the so-called mind space by Hun Luo, they were quietly left with lethal means.

"When? Hunluo, when did you rebel into the Evil God Realm!?"

The Witch God asked sternly, his eyes still full of disbelief.

"when?"

"Hmph! What kind of bullshit, Lord Hunluo, can come back alive from that ancient battle, do you really think he is powerful? Haha..."

The ancestor of the evil god sneered in a low voice, Abi Wujian was indeed very strong and strange, and it really caught him off guard. It's a pity that, against all calculations, the alien coalition forces did not realize that he had already achieved the seventh realm of will. Under the super-god realm, it was still possible to buy a moment of time.

At the moment when he was pulled into Abi Wujian, he could obviously bring all the powerful foreigners in, but he let Hunluo go just to escape at this time.

With a few tricks, Hun Luo took over Hun Luo's body. In fact, with this trace of will, he could completely destroy Abi Wujian's true form and escape. The reason why he didn't do this was because he didn't want to lose the ability gained from the broken arm, and also It is the supreme substance—the immortal black mist.

Another more important reason is that under the infection of the broken arm, the idea of ​​breaking the wall has long taken root in the heart of the evil god ancestor. But the ancient era was a wrong era, and it was impossible to collect all five sacred stones. Therefore, it was better to take the opportunity to hide and wait for future generations.

Now, the time is finally ripe to break the wall!

He has been parasitic on the alien race for hundreds of billions of years, waiting silently to finally harvest this tempting fruit.

"Are you, the ancestor of the evil god!?"

The eyes of evil desire were dull, the evil dissipated, and was covered with gloom. It was over, the alien race was completely over.

"Haha, I'm not stupid. Don't be too sad. Although this day has been postponed for endless years, it should be like this."

"When you were in the place of origin, you should have fallen into the arms of the evil god. After struggling for so long, the result was actually doomed from the beginning. You should have felt it, right? The restlessness in your body."

The Evil God Ancestor narrowed his eyes slightly and opened his arms, as if embracing the Evil God Realm suspended above it, enveloped by an invisible force of evil contamination.

"The Supreme Being, the source of the evil god, Azathoth, his will has long penetrated into the bloodline of all foreign races. The seeds in your body have awakened -"

Buzz!

The void trembled, and dozens of light beams shot out from the Evil God Realm, shrouding Evil Desire and the others. In the dim light, a bit of deep, dark liquid was vaguely visible, slowly falling.

"No!!"

The alien leaders roared, but nothing could be changed. They could only watch the strange liquid sink into their eyebrows.

"I hope you can survive this."

A look of expectation flashed in the eyes of the ancestor of the evil god. Not everyone can bear the traces of Azathoth. Even he cannot control the various complex conditions. He can only say that everything is left to chance.

Perhaps, the success rate will be higher for those creatures whose nature is full of evil, evil, chaos, and distortion.

"Ahhhh!!"

After a burst of mournful wails, the leaders suddenly fell silent. Endless black mist surged, their bodies became deformed and twisted, and their consciousness and original particles were undergoing earth-shaking changes.

boom! Bang bang!

After several explosions, the strange figure in the black mist trembled violently, then turned into nothingness and disappeared.

Ho ho ho!

"Not bad, not bad. Two of them are successful, which is already a very high probability."

The ancestor of the evil god nodded with satisfaction. Evil Desire, as well as the Witch God, all turned into twisted and terrifying shapes, with extremely evil auras. As for the other alien leaders, they were completely turned into ashes.

"I've met my lord!"

"Um."

The ancestor of the evil god nodded slightly, turned his gaze, and looked at the dark underworld, the realm of death and silence, suspended in the distance.

His eyes were indifferent and sinister.

"It's time to activate these seeds..."

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