What If I Can’t Die?

The rewards for the first grade are indeed quite powerful. Song Shi condensed three golden elixirs in one breath, and his realm also reached from the middle stage to the late stage.

Song Shi let out a sigh of relief: "Finally, the real Nine Suns have been condensed. The next step is to unite the Nine Yangs and cultivate the original body."

Nine Suns Divine Art is a martial arts method, which does not follow the path of Yuanying, but integrates mana into the body and condenses the Yuan body.

This Yuan body is actually the same as Yuan Ying, the difference is that one is inside, and the other is condensed. The Yuan body is based on the current physical body for cultivation.

Up to this point, although both martial arts and qi training can be regarded as cultivating immortals, and the principles are similar, there are still some differences, with different emphases.

He knew that in the final analysis, warriors have no spiritual roots, no roots, how to break out of the pill and gather the Nascent Soul?

"We still need the Yuanshen and Yuanying fellow practitioners."

Song Shi thought to himself, Xiuyuan's body is powerful in melee combat, and Xiuyuanying can get close to the way of heaven, and the power of casting magical powers is even more terrifying.

Since each has its own advantages, it is natural to have both!

He restrained his mana, saw a piece of magma in the cave, and muttered: "The power of the real sun fire is not covered, but it is not enough, you have to go out to bask in the sun and absorb the sun fire essence, otherwise with the use of mana, the real fire of the sun will burn." will degenerate again."

After improving his cultivation, Song Shi took out the third item.

bronze sword.

Song Shi stared at the rusty ancient sword, and was shocked to find that the sword intent in it was far worse than before.

"Damn, is it possible that this thing can only be seen once?"

He cursed, but still moved his thoughts closer.

The light and shadow in front of his eyes changed, Song Shi came to a starry sky, the stars were twinkling in the sky, and words emerged one by one.

He saw a piece called Star Sword Jue, and when the starlight was beating, someone was casting it faintly.

But he didn't take a second look, the figure dispersed, and finally the stars also dimmed, leaving only the text description.

Without the assistance of a human figure to comprehend, the speed of practicing this sword art will be greatly reduced.

Song Shi can still accept it, without the reminders left by his predecessors, he can practice according to his own understanding, or he will go crazy.

Looking carefully at the sword formula, Song Shi became more and more surprised.

"Using the power of the stars to practice swords, this sword master can also think of it."

He shook his head, the stars are the foundation of this swordsmanship, and now he can't practice it for the time being, it's better to practice Fudoming Wangshen.

After writing down the sword formula, a white Buddha light appeared on Song Shi's body, and he entered the state of cultivation.

After half a month passed, Song Shi stopped three days before the secret realm was a month away.

"It's almost there, I have to go out and give them a chance to kill me."

Song Shi chuckled and saw the elk bones rolling in the magma.

Gululu.

His stomach rumbled.

After practicing for more than half a month, although Song Shi did not lack energy, his instinct still made him want to eat something.

Taking a breath, the power of the real sun fire and Buddha light on his body quickly subsided, Song Shi returned to his normal appearance, and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

Outside, weeds are thriving, with drops of crystal dew hanging on the emerald green leaves.

Suddenly, a drop of dew fell, the leaves fell slightly, and Song Shi landed on it with one step.

Glancing at the situation outside, Song Shi quickly noticed many fluctuations.

"Half a month has passed, and the secret realm should be quite lively now."

Song Shi waved his hand to take back the formation flag, a gust of wind blew by, and the person was gone.

"Old dog in blood, come out if you have the ability!"

"Old turtle in blood, haven't you dared to show your face after hiding for almost a month?"

"Old dog in blood, are you dead, eaten by fierce beasts and turned into poop?"

As a group of people marched forward, they mobilized mana and cursed, and the sound was so loud that it could be heard dozens of miles away.

Song Shi, who was making a dry pot rabbit, moved his ears and his face turned black when he heard someone scolding him.

"These guys, I'm only practicing in seclusion for a while, why are you in such a hurry?"

Song Shi curled his lips: "Forget it, what you're scolding is the blood-clothed old ghost. It has nothing to do with me. It can't affect my mood of eating rabbit meat."

He looked down at the golden-yellow rabbit meat wrapped in red oil in the pot, and took a deep breath: "It looks good, let's go."

While drinking wisdom tea and eating dry pot rabbit, Song Shi felt that this was the true meaning of cultivating immortals, and it was much more interesting than hiding in a stone cave for retreat.

"Roar!"

A ferocious colorful giant tiger came from behind on the wind. It moved vigorously and its cultivation base was not low. While walking, it glanced at the dry pot rabbit and then at Song Shi.

Compared with the dry pot rabbit that it had never seen before, it felt that this human being was more delicious. When the roar of the tiger spread, the **** mouth had already come to the back of Song Shi's head.

With just one bite, he'll have the chance to savor the tender, delicious brains.

When it lowered its mouth, it found that the head in front of it was glowing, and then it made a loud bang.

"Aw!"

It backed away while screaming, blood flowed from its mouth, and a few broken teeth fell out.

My teeth were actually broken!

The tiger demon was a little dazed, and a sense of fear welled up in his heart.

"Even if you are a monster, you should understand that it is impolite to disturb others' meals, right?"

Song Shi, who was eating rabbit meat, turned around with an unhappy expression: "As an apology, you come and give me another meal."

His backhand is a heavy hammer.

boom!

The ground shook and the mountains shook, the demon tiger was smashed into the soil with a fist, the ground waved like the surface of water, its huge body twitched violently, and became limp.

The tiger's head split open, white brains and blood flowed out, and Song Shi beat him to death with one blow.

Song Shi sat down on the tiger's back, continued to drink tea leisurely and eat meat happily.

The movement here attracted the attention of other monks, and there was an idea nearby.

"He's an old ghost in blood!?"

"It's him, the blood-clothed old ghost finally showed his face."

"There's a good show to watch, but Prince Gan is offering a reward to find him."

In the secret space, some people are hiding, and some are watching the wind. It would be fine if Song Shi didn't move, as if there was any movement, it would be easy to detect.

As the news spread through the messenger talisman, the leaders of certain teams got the news easily, especially the Daqian royal family who had been preparing to strangle Song Shi in the secret realm for a long time.

Somewhere on the mountainside with a wide view, Qian Wuji opened his eyes and looked at his token.

The above points have reached one hundred, and the total points rank third.

But this is not what he is concerned about. With their strength, it is not difficult to enter the front.

He just wants to kill Song Shi at this moment~www.wuxiahere.com~ to end his shame here.

"Brother, there is news of the blood-clothed old ghost!"

Qian Wuyin fell from the sky, holding a messenger talisman in his hand.

"Finally willing to show up?"

A grin appeared on Gan Wuji's face, he got up and stretched out his hand, and a golden long spear engraved with dragon patterns appeared in his hand. If Song Shi was here, he would find that this spear was very similar to the Ye family's.

"Take everyone and let him become the fertilizer of this secret realm."

Qian Wuji's killing intent was not concealed.

Somewhere beside a calm lake, several newly built wooden houses stand.

Lu Youyou was practicing, when a person suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the water, walking on the waves: "Miss Lu, the blood-clothed old ghost has shown up, do you want to go and see?"

"Ah, why did he show up?"

Lu Youyou was surprised: "Since you want to hide, why don't you hide until the end of the trial?"