What Should I Do If I Can’T Die?

"I will hand over 70% of the money for the sesame oil from the Yuzhou temple. I will attend the wedding in Jinxiu City in ten days and meet your saint Venerable by the way."

Sheng Hui's body trembled violently, and he said in disbelief: "Is it possible that senior brother was also..."

"Similar to you, your brothers and sisters can reunite. If anyone else in Sand Kingdom is interested, they can also join."

Song Shi had a profound meaning. What he said was actually threatening the opponent, Sha Guo, to be more honest and if he dared to reach out more, he wouldn't mind controlling a few more.

"No, we don't have enough Dharma. How can we develop more followers with any virtue?"

Shenghui hurriedly assured.

Song Shi took the resources and continued to the next place.

The surrounding countries had their hands in Daqian, and since he wanted to take action, he naturally couldn't let any of them go.

Xunzhou is a very ancient state capital, deep in the hinterland of Daqian. Now it is jointly occupied by the two countries of Fengling and Lei, and they are preparing to continue to occupy other state capitals based on this state.

Before the advent of the Song Dynasty, the two kingdoms of Fengling and Lei had joined forces to occupy the five northwest states, second only to the Kingdom of Li.

Entering Xunzhou, a scene of chaos and chaos came into view.

Song Shi glanced around and landed on a village. The ruins after the fire were still radiating warmth. Among them, hundreds of burned corpses of villagers could be seen.

He got angry on the spot. After all, he was a man of great ability. Even if he wasn't, he wouldn't have been able to endure such massacre.

"What a bunch of beasts. They kill even ordinary people. What's the difference between them and the Heavenly Demon Temple?"

The countries Song Shi encountered before were only infiltrations, and the methods were relatively mild. This was the first time he encountered such an obvious massacre.

As the thoughts spread, Song Shi's eyes quickly turned to the north, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

With one step, the ground was quickly shortened under his feet, and he easily crossed more than ten miles and came to a small Qin River.

A row of war horses was tied to a nearby tree. Hundreds of people were stopping with large and small bags and began to camp by the river, preparing to practice and cook here.

Many of the things they brought were killed and robbed on the spot. There were also a dozen children who were led away like livestock and brought to a large tent.

"Chief Immortal, these little bastards have been put in the tent for you. Do you want to give them some food?"

The centurion leading the team said flatteringly to a monk.

The latter has a gray face, a bald head and a red nose, an ugly appearance, and a strange aura. He is only at the ninth level of Qi Refining, but he has a high status in this team of hundreds of people.

Next to him, there were two monks whose realm was even lower.

"There's no need to give him anything to eat. He won't survive long after trying the medicine."

The red-nosed monk glanced at the dozen children with evil intentions. Suddenly his eyes blurred and he realized something was wrong.

He looked back again, and saw a figure standing there with cold eyes.

"Who are you!"

As soon as he spoke, the others noticed that Song Shi had actually sneaked in. They all stood up alertly, drew their weapons, or bent their bows and set up, and surrounded Song Shi.

"This guy is dressed like a gangster. He's probably a spy. Don't let him get away!"

the centurion snapped.

The red-nosed monk's expression was uncertain, "Wait a minute, this person's cultivation level cannot be detected, he may be a high-level monk."

Song Shi looked at this group of garbage people calmly, and after they gathered together, he said: "We are all standing together, and I will send you on your way."

With a flick of his finger, a circle of fire was thrown out, and everyone except the children on the back burned.

A group of people screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames or jumping into the river, but to no avail, it was still burning.

No matter whether they were monks or ordinary soldiers, nothing could stop anyone from being burned by the fire. They all looked horrified and walked to death in pain.

"Senior, have mercy on me, senior!"

The red-nosed monk screamed in panic.

"When you burned, killed and looted, and when others begged for mercy, did you spare them?"

Song Shi looked calm. He deliberately did not use too strong force, just to torture these guys.

In his concept, he has the power to do whatever he wants, but it does not include killing and torturing innocent people.

In despair, everyone turned into charcoal and lost their souls.

More than a dozen children were in pain when they saw their enemy being tortured to death. They were both thankful to survive and sad to have passed.

Song Shi turned around and looked at the children who were crying: "Some of you are quite old. Eat something, grab something you can move, and go home."

"Immortal, thank you for saving us, but our village has been destroyed and we have no home. Please accept us as slaves or maids."

A clever young man knelt down, spoke with red eyes, and kowtowed to Song Shi.

The other children also reacted and knelt down to kowtow to Song Shi.

They are all children who have been selected to survive. They are either clever or talented, and they are not fools. They know that only by relying on Song Shi can they survive better.

"A slave, a maid, do you like being a slave so much?" Song Shi glanced at the boy coldly.

The latter turned pale with fright and hurriedly explained: "No, I think you are a good person, senior. If I can follow you, even being a slave will be better than a normal person."

"Haha, am I a good person?"

Song Shi couldn't help but laugh: "It's hard to be a good person in this world. Just be a person with principles and bottom line."

He looked at the group of children: "I don't have time to take you, but I can let someone teach you to become stronger. Are you willing to guard this place for the rest of your life and resist foreign enemies?"

His words made a group of children look thoughtful. Although they didn't quite understand, they left a deep impression on their hearts.

"Junior is willing!"

There was light in the young man's eyes. Rather than following Song Shi, maybe protecting his family and country would give him more strength.

"Okay, you just stay with these supplies first. Take care of the battlefield. It can take as little as half a day or as long as a day or two. Someone will come to you."

After Song Shi finished speaking, the person had left, and the dozen or so children looked at each other in shock.

"Listen to senior, let's eat something quickly and then clean up the battlefield."

The young man who took the lead in speaking was very assertive.

Song Shi looked at the moving child in the air and said, "It is better to rely on yourself than relying on mountains and rivers."

He turned around and flew to another place on the way, where a large army was destroying the city.

When the enemy destroyed the city, Song Shi also took advantage of the situation to destroy these enemies.

This time the movement was a bit loud. The monk army got the news and happened to surround Song Shi after he had dealt with tens of thousands of enemies.

The wind is roaring!

With a harsh hawk's call, the dilapidated buildings in the city were further shattered, and many houses collapsed.

Song Shi looked up, and in the clouds, the sound of wind and thunder roared, and a black eagle with flashes of thunder appeared with an afterimage.

On the back of the eagle, there is a monk wearing silver armor with initial cultivation level of Nascent Soul.

His eyes were cold and he stared at Song Shi sharply: "As a high-level monk, your Excellency deliberately massacred ordinary people from the Lei Kingdom, which is too much."

"Isn't it too much for your Lei Kingdom army to deliberately massacre civilians who have no force?"

Song Shi took one step forward and slapped him: "Since you don't know the difference between right and wrong, I will teach you how to be a good person!"

Boom!

The fire exploded, and the black eagle was blown up by Song Shi. The blackened flesh and feathers were flying, and the faces of the monks who followed behind were so frightened that their faces changed wildly.