What If I Can’t Die?

Hearing everyone's discussion, Song Shi couldn't help but think of the golden body formula that he got from Tonghu.

Recently, I have been patronizing double cultivation with Liu Ruxue, and I haven't had time to practice. This time I have a mission to practice, and I can get a chance to draw a lottery.

He walked towards Chen Yiling calmly and jumped on the ground.

With a bang, the ground cracked, and he shot out like a cannonball. He rushed for more than ten meters, and finally landed firmly on the tower.

This made the faces of many Houtian warriors change slightly. The tower in front of them is over six feet high, and it is definitely innate to be able to jump up it with only physical strength.

"It's hidden so deep, it's actually an innate talent."

"Just say how the Song family survived the encounter with a ruthless monster like Hei Duzi. Except for the protection of Mr. Qin, this person probably played a role."

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Song Shi faced the heroic Chen Yiling: "Is there something wrong?"

"You follow me next and follow my command."

Chen Yiling looked at Song Shi with sharp eyes: "With us, there is no need to hide. Show your strength and get more attention and resources."

"I haven't given me the lightness technique I exchanged last time." Song Shi still couldn't forget this.

Chen Yiling frowned: "You didn't come to get it yourself, but you were asked to come after you. Don't blame us."

"Song Shi, what you want."

A Dong, who was standing by, handed a booklet to Song Shi tactfully.

He took a look at it, it was the lightness technique, a low-level spell, which can make oneself as light as a swallow when it is cast, and it is not very difficult to practice.

Within a week, he is sure to practice it to perfection.

Wu Chenzi came over: "Junior Sister, we have to set off as soon as possible, the two seniors are still waiting for us."

"Registering, it should be completed within a quarter of an hour."

Chen Yiling looked at the monks receiving the wooden plaque below, "But the above requires at least 200 people, I'm afraid it won't work today."

"Senior Huang ordered to recruit a group of people and bring them there first. There are a lot of monks needed over there."

Wu Chenzi glanced at the registered monks, "Look at this, the first batch is of the best quality, and there are a lot of innate warriors and late-stage Qi training."

"Fellow Taoist Wuchen, where are we going next?" Taoist Cai jumped up lightly and cupped his hands at Wuchenzi.

"The rebels were forced to the Wandu Mountain Range by my large army. They wanted to exterminate them in one fell swoop, but there were too many poisons in the Wandu Mountain Range, so they could only besieged instead of attacking. We used to wipe out the monks among them. There was no capable person to protect them. It will collapse."

Wu Chenzi proudly talked about the results of the battle.

"Wan Poison Mountain Range!"

Song Shi was surprised. This is a primitive mountain range that even monks can't guarantee safety. In the southwest of Jinzhou, poisonous things are rampant, but Hei Duzi likes that place very much and stayed for a long time.

"To actually go to the Ten Thousand Poisons Mountain Range, old man, I don't know if my body can withstand the toss."

In the yellow light, old man Dou was sitting on crutches, with green light all over his body, and flew up staggeringly.

"Nimma, why is this old guy pretending to be like this?"

Song Shi looked with contempt for a while. According to Hei Duzi's experience, immortal cultivators are different from ordinary people.

The latter noticed something, and stared at Song Shi with cloudy old eyes: "Young man, what kind of eyes are you looking at, do you despise the old man?"

"No, my son's eyes have been like this since he was a child."

Song Shi felt that this old guy was more dangerous than Taoist Cai.

"A dude from a mundane rich family who is about to be wiped out, dare to call himself a son in front of all the monks?"

In the somewhat sharp male voice, a pair of nostrils appeared, with greasy hair and pink face, looking down at Song Shi, making him want to punch him when he saw it.

"Changsun Ji! Are you still alive?"

Song Shi didn't need to be polite this time, he beat this guy casually with his strength.

The latter was dressed in a red robe, and said coldly: "Give that evil ghost Taoist ten guts and dare not kill me! Boy, remember, there can only be one son here, and that is me. No matter how dare you call yourself Ben here!" Young master, I saw you beat you once!"

This arrogant and domineering words made everyone present quite upset, but no one opened their mouths, but looked at Song Shi with great interest.

An ordinary dandy, and a dandy from the cultivation family, met here.

The same son, the eldest grandson Ji of the Xiuxiu family is too powerful, the best choice for this person is to shut up and submit.

Song Shi didn't care about a title at first, and he usually called himself a son, but he was always a son, and he was just used to it.

These guys actually use this to humiliate him, they are so self-righteous, he still wants this title today!

He walked towards Changsun Ji, with the flames dancing on his fists: "Interesting, have you been kicked out of your mind by evil ghosts and Taoists? Come on, come and hit me?"

An astonishing evil spirit erupted, and a gust of hot wind was blown up. Everyone couldn't help but look sideways. How did this mundane son get such a strong evil spirit?

The powerful force is like a volcanic eruption, the air is turbulent, and the temperature suddenly rises, forming a domineering and scorching coercion.

Changsun Ji's expression changed, and he hadn't seen him for more than ten days. How could this guy be so powerful? His eighth level of Qi training was completely suppressed.

I usually seldom fight, if I really do it, I'm afraid I will make a fool of myself.

"This young master is not interested in wasting time with you, Ada, beat him up."

He laughed mockingly, and the void behind him fluctuated for an instant, and a man in a black robe and faceless mask appeared like a ghost. There was no emotion in his eyes, and he stopped in front of Song Shi in an instant.

Although this person did not deliberately release his power, he was like an abyss in front of Song Shi's aura, and easily blocked Song Shi's coercion.

Song Shi's pupils shrank, and he actually felt the pressure in reverse.

Could it be that this person is at the Foundation Establishment Extraordinary level?

"this is…"

Wu Chenzi was surprised when he saw the masked man in black robe ~www.wuxiahere.com~ and said, "Wuyingwei of Fengxian Palace!"

He couldn't help showing jealousy. This kind of person is obviously annoying, but he has a strong background, but when his life is in danger, he is equipped with this kind of guard.

Chen Yiling's gaze changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted: "Stop!"

But this person only listened to the commander, Sun Ji, and raised his hand without any hesitation, and the water-like blue true essence turned into a large hand of energy like a millstone, and it was unstoppable to blast out.

Song Shi snorted, and the true power of the nine suns gathered in the palm of his hand, turning into a giant palm of red iron sand, and he hit it head-on without retreating or avoiding.

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and the collision of incompatible forces made Song Shi's iron-sand palm seem to be rolling in flames. It was about the same size as the opponent's palm print, but one was gaseous and the other was liquid energy. There was a significant gap.

Just holding on for an instant, the iron sand palm was extinguished, and the big blue hand shrank in half and continued to fly out.

"Ugh…"

Someone sighed, knowing that Song Shi would vomit blood and fly out in the next moment.

Just when everyone thought that Song Shi would be defeated, a fiery red bull appeared on his fist, and he punched the big blue hand, beating it to pieces.

Song Shi was pushed half a foot away by the big hand, and the clothes at the cuffs were broken, but he stopped firmly.

A circle of violent aftermath spread, shaking the floor with cobweb cracks.

"Ok?"

The ruthless black-robed masked man showed surprise: "A mere innate Qi training is able to take a blow from Chaofan, and there is still some ability."

"Not only can I take your attack, but I can also kill you!"

Song Shi's expression was cold. If Changsun Ji dared to let a Chaofan come out to bully him, don't blame him for twisting the Chaofan's head off!