What If I Can’t Die?

Song Shi's inability to die completely confused the two killers, thinking that this was a brilliant illusion.

"Leave!"

With a cold snort, Song Shi suddenly threw a formation flag in his palm, and inserted it around at a very fast speed, forming a trapped formation.

His fingers flicked in the void, a talisman flew out, a huge seal flew into the air, and then released a circle of light, which was replaced by a huge cage that enveloped the two of them.

"Damn it, this must be an illusion. How could he draw a talisman with bare hands?"

Seeing Song Shi trapping them with the sky-reaching talisman drawn out of thin air, how could he be more sure that this is not true.

"Fake, this must be fake!"

The two of them didn't move around, and they made a tactic on the spot, and a mental storm erupted, hoping to get rid of the illusion.

But the surroundings are still the same, nothing has changed.

"Damn it, why is the mental method of breaking the illusion useless?"

The two were startled and angry. It was the first time they encountered such a brilliant environment, and they had no way to crack it at all.

This time they really panicked.

Seeing their performance, Song Shi really didn't know what to say.

Perhaps the most powerful illusion is the inability to distinguish reality.

He simply took advantage of the situation, and said hehe: "Are you all these two skills? Kill me, and you will be able to escape."

The eyes of the two were ugly.

The man actually told them to kill him.

He is definitely not what a normal person should say.

"You can't kill him, maybe the more you kill him, the deeper you will fall into the illusion!"

Instead they dared not do it.

He thought that killing Song Shi was actually hit by an illusion, and the more he killed, the deeper the illusion.

They turn their attention elsewhere, hoping to find a way out.

Seeing that the two thought they had misunderstood and dared not do anything to him, Song Shi was helpless.

"Since you don't do anything, I can only kill you,"

Song Shi decided not to waste time, the mana in his body began to mobilize, and a volcano that had been quiet for a long time suddenly erupted.

Two loud bangs, life lost.

The Blood River Magic Treasure absorbed two **** of fresh blood again. Just after the absorption was completed, the Blood River Magic Treasure shook slightly, and runes flew out one after another, and new combinations began to take place.

"Roar!"

Fu Wenhua made a blood python, swimming happily in the void, driving the blood river to continuously boil and roll.

Song Shi was surprised: "I didn't expect this thing to be promoted!"

Before this magic weapon was obtained by him, it absorbed an unknown amount of blood in the hands of the blood-clothed old ghost.

The other party used the special method of refining the magic weapon of the Blood Transformation Sect, refining the soul of a python into it, and under the continuous fusion, the Blood River has growth potential.

In his hands, this thing absorbs blood continuously, but its quality is very high, especially the golden blood that devoured the Ye family last time, showing signs of advancement.

Now that it has reached the critical point, the blood python attracts and begins to evolve, absorbing the power of the blood river, and its size is getting bigger and bigger.

The original blood python had signs of transforming into a dragon, so Song Shi couldn't help but pay more attention.

If he can successfully advance, he will have another spiritual weapon, and this thing has a very special effect, maybe even more powerful than the golden gun.

Suddenly, the blood python trembled, showing signs of lack of strength.

Song Shi squinted his eyes for a moment, and finally decided that it was difficult to break through by himself.

This blood python doesn't have much spirituality in the first place, and it's impossible for it to understand any art of refining, so it's all relying on instinct to improve at the moment.

There are many uncertainties in itself, even if it takes a long time to succeed.

"I need to help. Fortunately, I have practiced the blood-melting magic skill, so I can directly refine this special magic weapon!"

Gu Li

Song Shi formed a seal, and his heart beat.

In the special space hidden in it, there is a pool of blood-colored water, which is more than three feet wide and bottomless.

Suddenly, the pool of blood rolled, and the blood-colored blood gushed out like a spring and fell on the blood river magic weapon.

He has already reached the third level of Blood Pond Realm by practicing Blood Transformation Demon Art, which corresponds to the Golden Core Realm of the Golden Core Dao, and breaking through another realm is the Blood River Realm.

In the next realm, the power of the blood river in the body will be as amazing as the previous blood river magic weapon. The difference is that one is his own power, and the other is a special magic weapon refined from external blood.

In fact, this magic weapon is refined in conjunction with the Blood Transformation Devil Art, and now it can transform a blood python into a dragon with a further step.

This is actually the state of great accomplishment of the Blood Transforming Demon Art.

Blood spirit realm!

Song Shi was quite looking forward to it. The magic weapon would reach the level equivalent to that of a blood spirit first, which would also be instructive for him to practice the skill of transforming blood into demons.

As his blood poured in, the trembling blood python opened its mouth to swallow it, and after gaining strength, it began to evolve steadily.

But this was not enough, Song Shi made a formula, typed out one after another runes to enter it, and at the same time took out some materials to blend into it.

He is refining the weapon to help him advance, so that he can perfectly control it during the promotion process, so that the spiritual magic weapon will not fly away after success.

Blood River unexpectedly started to advance, and Song Shi was forced to spend energy and time refining it, but was delayed in place for a while.

The strong smell of blood spread like a beacon, attracting other enemies.

He deliberately restrained the power of the formation flag and talisman so that he could lure the enemy to attack.

Half a day passed, and sure enough, another wave of people came.

"What is this old ghost doing?"

"Could it be possible that the blood python in front of him is the spirit of a special magic weapon?"

"Impossible. If there is a weapon spirit, isn't it a spiritual treasure? It should be a magic weapon refined by a special method, and it is being refined now."

"Surely I don't have much energy to defend, kill!"

Song Shi glanced at the dark place, stood where he was, and continued refining the weapon.

For a while, no one dared to go up, thinking it was a scam.

After a long time, someone finally couldn't stand up and launched a murderous intent.

With one light, Song Shi's head flew away, and blood gushed from his neck.

Similar to Wuji's killer, the person who easily killed Song Shi also thought it was too easy.

A similar scene continued to repeat itself.

Because Song Shi did not resist the performance of waiting to die, some people doubted the authenticity, and when they wanted to retreat, they were killed by Song Shi Thunder.

Replenished with fresh blood, the blood python in front of Song Shi let out a roar, and a single horn grew out of his body, officially starting to transform into a dragon.

Its size continued to grow, exceeding a hundred feet in a blink of an eye, and continued to expand, absorbing blood rivers, and **** scales appeared on its body.

In the process, the blood river transformed into a blood dragon over a kilometer, and its mighty power spread, forming a **** ray soaring into the sky~www.wuxiahere.com~ arousing the power of the surrounding heaven and earth.

Rumble!

All of a sudden, dark clouds gathered, and thunder was brewing.

"Huh? Advanced magic weapon will also attract thunder disaster?"

Song Shi was surprised, and felt that the so-called thunder calamity was more like a sudden change in power.

"Roar!"

The blood dragon roared up to the sky, and in the deafening dragon chant, Song Shi caught a glimpse of a little more wisdom in the eyes of the blood-colored dragon, which was because of fear.

He was thoughtful: "It was originally the soul of a monster, but it was fused with a magic weapon by a special technique. In the future, it can completely grow into a weapon spirit. This growth rate is considerable!"

While he was admiring, the sky and the earth suddenly turned cold, instead of rain falling in the dark clouds, snowflakes fell first.

"Hehehe, it's just in time to witness the birth of a spiritual weapon."

A young girl's crisp laughter came, and among the snowflakes, strange-looking paper figurines appeared one after another.