What Should I Do If I Can’T Die?

"Divine power, thousand eyes, bone ghost..."

Seeing the names of other territories at Higher Level, Song Shi raised his head and glanced at the boss: "How much, I bought it!"

"three hundred."

The boss boasted: "This is the finest silk made, invulnerable to water and fire."

Phew.

The map was burned to ashes in the eyes of the boss, who looked at him face to face.

"This is three hundred and one gold coins."

Song Shi waved his hand, and a precise amount of gold coins fell on the shelf. He turned and left, leaving the boss who was a little stunned.

"Go to where you live."

Song Shi left a word and disappeared on the street in an instant.

The boss then muttered: "I'm just saying, you're really hot. I can't tell you're still a kid from a rich family."

Akaba and others had a place where they stayed when they gathered, but now there happened to be one less person, and Song Shi stayed there.

The four of them did not dare to leave, let alone go home. They could only accompany Song Shi to see if the matter with Qianye's family could come to an end.

In the quiet stone courtyard, Song Shi began to practice. The surrounding demonic energy gathered towards him and was slowly absorbed.

The body is still dominated by mana converted from spiritual energy, and the proportion of demonic energy is too small. Even if Song Shi has the magic power of Heavenly Demon Temple, it is still difficult to speed up.

His ability to absorb demonic energy is roughly equivalent to a Gold Core, which is worthy of his current title of Demon King.

After practicing for a while, Song Shi stopped and had a headache: "I'm still acclimatized. Simply refining the demonic energy is fine. It's like cultivating magic power. It's similar to the demonic cultivation in this world, but it's still difficult."

"My flesh and blood is not a demon after all. I don't have any Demon Race bloodline. Refining demonic energy is half the effort."

Song Shi feels that he must find a solution, otherwise he will not be able to exert his full strength here.

Even if you forcefully use your magic power, without spiritual energy replenishment, you will still be in trouble.

Boom!

A loud noise appeared at the door, and the door was violently smashed by the outsiders. A middle-aged man with a bare upper body and muscles as strong as the roots of an old tree stepped in.

He was very tall, nearly three meters tall. He was holding a half-foot-long, huge black machete in his hand. It looked like metal and had a pattern similar to vegetation. He slashed it with his hand and the door collapsed.

The four Akabas all trembled. Although they had known for a long time that someone would come to their door, when they did wait, they couldn't calm down.

"Sir, here they come, theirs is here!"

Kashiwagi, who usually looked steady, shouted loudly. I'm afraid that Song Shi won't hear it or will leave at this time.

"It came quite quickly. It's been less than two days since the person who shot you to death. It seems that he is really taking it seriously."

Song Shi walked out of his room slowly, looked at the evil sword-wielding devil who came, and grinned: "I like your speed."

The strange words made Qian Mudeng squint his eyes. His pupils had strange lines, which looked a bit like the annual rings of a tree. There were three rings inside, with a strange aura.

"Did you kill my son?"

The sword-carrying demon stared at Song Shi, obviously suppressing his anger. A dangerous attack was already brewing, and the ground was being scratched by the blade.

"Isn't my statement obvious enough?"

Song Shi pouted: "It's not enough for you to come alone."

He walked towards Qianmu Teng, "But if I kill you, someone more powerful will naturally come over."

"Just you?"

Qianmu Teng did not detect any danger in Song Shi. In his perception, the intensity of the demonic energy permeating Song Shi was nothing at all.

The opponent's calmness made him a little annoyed, and the dark green demonic energy suddenly released, condensing a set of dark green armor around him.

He picked up the machete and slashed hard at Song Shi's neck with overwhelming momentum.

The knife hit Song Shi's neck accurately.

when!

The machete that could easily cut through the rocks on the ground just now was bounced away without even cutting off the hair on Song Shi's body.

Qian Mudeng's arm trembled, and the saber came out of his hand, inserting it into the wall behind him with a click.

He himself was almost thrown away. The strong air wave spread, shaking the ground to pieces, and the nearest wall collapsed with a rumble.

As a result, Qianmu Teng, who did not cause any harm to Song Shi, could not help but shrink his pupils, gritted his teeth, and said in disbelief: "Your body!"

"My sword skills are good, but you can't cut me."

Song Shi shook his head and raised his hand to grab Qianmu Teng's neck.

The latter struggled and kicked Song Shi in the chin.

Song Shi deformed his lower body with a slap, and then broke his other hand.

Qian Mudeng screamed, and Song Shi said expressionlessly: "You are also considered a demon king, and your life span is not short. Have you ever heard that ten thousand years ago, a demon saint led an army to attack a certain lower plane?"

"I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go immediately, otherwise you will be better off."

Qianmu Teng endured the pain and threatened: "Do you know how powerful my Qianmu family is?"

"It doesn't matter whether I know it or not. What matters is whether you will be crushed to death."

Song Shi did not use other powers. Magic power is not suitable for use here. The demonic power is still growing and has no power. Physical power is the most convenient.

"It seems you don't know, then I'll crush you to death."

Song Shi used force without mercy, and the latter was killed by Song Shi with a crisp sound on his neck.

Qianmuteng's eyes widened. He never imagined that he was not Song Shi's opponent, and that the other party would crush him to death.

It's like squeezing an ant to death!

"stop!"

There was a loud shout from outside, and it turned out to be a bit more powerful.

Song Shi threw Qianmu Teng to the ground. The latter was still squirming and trying to survive, but his spine was broken and he had no chance.

He looked at the visitor.

An old man in a green shirt was staring at Qianmu Teng's body with an ugly face, looking angry, but he didn't have much hatred for Song Shi.

The demon outside didn't seem to be from the Qianmu family, and the Akabas who were squatting in the distance watching the show were stunned.

"I am Shi Dong, the master of Stone Town. Isn't it a bit too much for you to kill the direct elites of the Qianye family?"

The old man's eyes were dark.

"Why, whoever I kill, will I have to report it to you?"

Song Shi looked at the latter indifferently: "Do you know the question I just asked? If you don't know, get out!"

Shi Dong's old face turned dark. He had been here for so many years and he had never met such an arrogant person.

He looked at Song Shi's whole body, glowing like a golden body, and murmured in his heart.

Not wanting to offend this mysterious man, he said: "Who can remember clearly something like this that happened tens of thousands of years ago? All you have to do is check the documents."

"Is there any here?"

Song Shi wanted to find the passage directly.

"Stone Town was only established ten thousand years ago, so how could it be possible to record events that were older than that?"

Shishan shook his head, "Aren't you afraid of them? If you go to the Qianba family, there is plenty of information."

At the moment, he just wants this plague god to leave Stone Town so that he can avoid trouble. Otherwise, if he continues to stay here, he will definitely fight with the Qianye family and the whole Stone Town will suffer.