What If I Can’t Die?

"What if I can't die (

Whoosh whoosh.

Figures shot out one by one, evenly distributed around Song Shi, with a number of as many as one hundred and eight people.

Everyone holds an array flag in their hands, and when activated, they shoot powerful mana.

Among them, the power of thirty-six formation flags gathered in the air, forming a large net, and combined into a huge sky character.

The power of the remaining seventy-two formation flags melted into the ground, and the nearby air suddenly sank, forming a terrifying force of suppression.

Boom!

The power of the formation formed obvious vibrations. As the mana condensed, the environment and celestial phenomena in a radius of thousands of feet were affected, forming a unique cage space.

"Hiss, this is the Heavenly Gang Disha Formation!"

"In order to kill this old ghost, Gan Wuji even used this fifth-order formation."

"Even if it's just a simplified version of the Tiangang Disha formation, with so many people leading the formation, it's no problem to kill the Nascent Soul."

"Why didn't the old ghost run away, and was still eating, could it be a fraud?"

The monks who came over were all speechless, amazed at Wuji's skill, but also felt that it was a bit fussy.

Killing a golden core, as for such a big battle?

"The lineup is quite big, and I am very satisfied."

Song Shi nodded,

Gan Wuji moves like a swimming dragon, nimbly landing in the center of the formation, standing on the top of the Song stone, with joy in his eyes: "Old ghost in blood, it's been almost a month, do you know how I live?"

Song Shi's face twitched, this guy looked resentful, which made him lose his appetite immediately.

He spat out a bone: "What the **** have you done to do with me?"

Gan Wuji choked for a moment, but he still couldn't vomit: "I've been thinking about **** you every day to wash away the shame. Are you ready to die?"

As a proud man, he has never been so humiliated since he was a child. If he doesn't kill this person, he will have no peace for a day. In the long run, he may even have inner demons, which is not conducive to cultivation.

"It must be done well, it depends on how many times you can kill me."

Song Shi smiled playfully, the more prepared Qian Wuji was, the smoother his death would be.

"Brother, this guy is not afraid now, is there something weird?"

Gan Wuyin said hesitantly, he had never seen someone trapped in the killing array so peacefully, and now he was still in the mood to eat.

"Prince, it's okay for this person to be besieged by the Chiwu tribe before. We won't do the same this time, right?"

A young Confucian scholar who followed was worried. If this is the case, he must break the opponent's tricks in advance.

He is Qin Zhengchong, the number one talented scholar in Dagan, a student of Qianzheng Academy, and has a great literary talent and strategy.

"Do it first, even if he really has something to do, it will be revealed in due course."

Gan Wuji waved his hand, "In the face of absolute strength, no matter what tricks he has, they are all useless."

The person who controlled the Tiangang Formation formed a seal, the sky brightened, and mana was condensed into a fiery force, which turned into a scorching beam of light and descended from the sky.

The power of this light beam was condensed, like a sharp arrow, falling on Song Shi's head. The high temperature and impact force contained in it easily broke through the defense and scorched his head.

"It didn't even hide!"

Qin Zhengchong showed surprise and suspicion in his eyes: "This is definitely not the reaction of a normal person."

"Could it be that this isn't his real body."

Qian Wuyin looked solemn, then his pupils shrank, and he saw Song Shi appear intact.

Regardless of the people who set up the formation or Gan Wuji who gave the order, their hearts sank.

They are surrounding something, it's just full of doubts, why haven't they killed it with one blow?

Song Shi put away the tea, turned to face Qian Wuji: "Continue."

Gan Wuji looked at Song Shi all over, but he couldn't tell whether this person was real or not, and he didn't see how the other party was still intact after being fatally injured.

"Don't stop, as long as he lives, he will keep killing me!"

No matter what, he wanted to see how long this person could maintain this state.

The sky turned into daylight, and destructive energy poured down.

The light condensed by the Tiangang formation is like a laser, and its power is even more terrifying. It can easily cut gold and iron, and penetrate magic weapons. Song Shi's physical body is strong, and he can't last long without deliberate defense.

The ground was pierced by light beams into deep pits, the soil was melted, and Song Shi was killed every time he was resurrected.

He was happy in his heart, as expected, this kind of siege was more efficient, killing him so much that he didn't even have time to talk.

Watching Song Shi's death and resurrection, Qian Wuji's three people's faces became more and more serious. They had never encountered such a thing.

He killed this person clearly, but after one or two breaths, this person can reappear intact, making it impossible to tell whether it is true or not.

"Is it possible that this old ghost can't be killed?"

Qin Zhengchong was a little terrified, anyone who encountered something that couldn't be killed would feel uneasy for the first time.

"I don't believe he's not dead!"

Gan Wuji snorted, "It's probably some kind of blindfold, which made us misunderstand."

"Yes, he will resurrect once every two breaths, so rhythmically, it's like the effect of a secret technique. Most of what we destroy is the substitute he made with the secret technique."

No guesswork.

"Prince, shall we continue?"

Qin Zhengchong feels that if he continues like this, not to mention it looks a bit stupid~www.wuxiahere.com~Wasting manpower is the key.

"Don't worry, let's look again. I don't believe that there are secret magic powers in this world that we don't even have a trace of."

Gan Wuji was still arrogant, unwilling to admit defeat.

The attacks of the Tiangang array continued, and the number of Song Shi's deaths increased very quickly. As long as the array didn't stop, he could die once in four seconds.

About fifteen times a minute, one hundred and fifty times in ten minutes, nine hundred times in half an hour, and it can last half a year normally in a while.

The eyes of Qian Wuji and the three were shining, and their mental power was fully released. They went all out to observe Song Shi's situation, trying to find a flaw or find the key.

It's a pity that they can only see Song Shi resurrected, and they can't find the system at all.

A few minutes later, Gan Wuji frowned: "It's impossible. He died hundreds of times. Even the effect of the secret technique should consume a lot of mana. He still looks fine now."

"How did you do it? I don't believe there are immortals in this world!"

Qin Zhengchong muttered to himself and successfully ruled out the correct answer.

"He took the Illusion Book from the Xianyuan Terrace. Could it be that he really has a brilliant illusion technique that has tricked so many of us?"

Gan Wuyin thought of another thing for each other, or else the truth they saw before them would fall into the pit unknowingly.

"Illusion!"

Gan Wuji squinted his eyes: "If it's really an illusion, some things can indeed be explained, such as why he chose the phantasy that is not valued by everyone, and why he keeps resurrecting before our eyes."

"Prince, the problem is that I think it is real in front of me. Is it possible that everyone is confused by the illusion?"

Qin Zhengchong was a little hard to accept.

"It is rumored that a skilled illusionist can blend illusions into reality, making it difficult to tell the difference between the real and the fake."

Gan Wuji made another speculation, he instinctively did not believe that someone could not die.