What Should I Do If I Can’T Die?

Streaking.

It doesn't matter if there is no one, the key is that there are people here, and he still can't calm down and let the birds fly in the wind.

"I believe you."

The young man was still sneering.

"..."

Song Shi shrugged: "I have no choice but to borrow one set first, and it's up to you."

He walked towards the young man and said he wanted to borrow it, but in fact his intention was very obvious.

"It's ridiculous, I think you just want to find a reason to do it!"

The young man pulled out his sword with a clang, and the light of the sword reflected in the darkness.

This is a lancet with several notches, which shows that blood is often seen on it.

"I have an extra set of clean clothes here. Your Excellency is of similar stature to me. You can wear them."

Someone spoke on the other side, and a cloth bag flew over, preventing both parties from starting a fight.

Song Shi was not interested in doing anything, so he took the opportunity and thanked him: "I have recorded this love, what do you call it?"

"It's okay, it's just a set of clothes. Let's just stay quiet and hide from the rain."

The person who lost the clothes didn't care, but introduced himself: "Liu Husheng, what do you call me?"

"Song Shi."

The young man who took action held the lancet, glanced outside fearfully, snorted, and finally did not take action, but the knife was not sheathed again.

Song Shi seemed to be very anxious. He opened his clothes and put them on in front of everyone, which made a group of people look puzzled.

This person's strength doesn't look bad. Even if he gets wet, is it necessary to change clothes?

The middle man remained silent, the scene was a little quiet, and the sound of wind and rain outside became particularly obvious. Song Shi put on his clothes before speaking: "You guys seem to be afraid of things outside?"

When he was about to take action just now, Liu Husheng definitely didn't give him clothes out of kindness, but he didn't want them to fight and cause any danger.

The guy with the knife also stared outside from time to time, as if his threat was not as great as what was outside.

"Hmph, how can you not be afraid? Those Demon Races are physically powerful and murderous. How many of them can you block?"

The young man holding a lancet retorted angrily.

“Demon Race…”

Song Shi narrowed his eyes slightly. There were humans here, why was there Demon Race? Where did he fall?

When he wanted to ask, a cold wind suddenly blew behind him, and a cold light suddenly shot towards the back of his head.

This cold light made Song Shi feel the danger, and he subconsciously activated his defense. The light on his body flashed, and the stone flew away. A stone fell to the ground. It can be seen that the person who shot it was very strong, so he could threaten him with ordinary stones.

"Mana light!"

There were similar sounds of surprise inside and outside the house, and no one seemed to have thought that Song Shi still had magic power on the road. The people in the house looked at Song Shi and saw that his face was rosy and his fairy spirit was floating, and they suddenly realized.

"He doesn't look like someone who's been here for a while."

"He must have just fallen into this extraordinary place!"

"No wonder you ask us for clothes. Clothes should be condensed mana, which will dissipate here."

"Hey, here comes another unlucky guy."

"The Demon Race guy is on top of us. Fortunately, he still has mana, so he should be able to play some role."

All five people spoke, and a lot of information was revealed in their words. Song Shi turned to look outside thoughtfully.

The black wind howled, the vegetation swayed, and a group of black shadows came out of the rain.

Their eyes are not the normal color, some are blood-colored, some are green, some are golden, and their sizes vary from big to small... without exception, they have a tyrannical meaning.

A total of nine Demon Races blocked the exit of the ruined temple. They were all young, with strong physiques and blood as strong as dragons.

The blond man with golden eyes who took the lead glanced around and hummed: "Six preys, one of them is new, and he still has magic power. I think there will be a surprise, and he should have some treasures with him."

"Hey, it's been a long time since I've had high-quality human monks!"

Next to him, Demon Race, who had bloody eyes, a thin body, and a pale face, looked at Song Shi and licked his tongue greedily.

"Have you never eaten anyone?"

Song Shi had a disgusted look on his face. Among the several ways he hated to die, this was definitely one of them.

"Haha, Xue Liting, let me just say that it's disgusting that you look like this all day long, right?"

Demon Race, who was skinny and covered with bone spurs, teased.

"Xue Liting?"

When Song Shi heard this name, he couldn't help but think wrongly. Maybe he thought this name was funny.

"Is food worthy of the noise?"

Seeing that Song Shi still dared to laugh, Xue Liting frowned and looked down at this guy who was even more handsome than himself. Murderous intent appeared in his eyes. He walked over with a sullen face, clanking his claws, and bursting out with cold light, all of which were sharp. of nail formation.

With a slight stroke to the side, without using any magic power, a stone was cut into pieces and a tree was cut off.

Without any magic power, just relying on his physical body to have such power, Liu Husheng and others didn't look good, and secretly began to consider escaping.

"Brother Song, this guy is the Saint Child of Blood Demon Race, be careful!"

Liu Husheng reminded that now everyone is a grasshopper on a rope. If Song Shi is killed easily, they will be in trouble.

"Blood Demon Race? One of the top ten Ancient Clan in the Heavenly Demon world?"

Song Shi took another look and realized that the Heavenly Demon world was divided into Sacred Clan and Emperor Clan, but there were also large clans similar to human races, such as the Blood Demon Race and the Power Demon Race, among which many powerful families were born. Emperor Clan has them all.

The opponent is Saint Child, at least from the Sacred Clan, and it is not surprising that he is from the Emperor Clan.

In terms of strength, this guy has Soul Formation, and his physical body looks no worse than him.

"I heard that you like to suck blood, let's try to see who sucks whom!"

Seeing that this guy was still investigating his situation, Song Shi looked arrogant but was actually very cautious, so he took the initiative and punched him out.

His fist emitted a dazzling light, causing ripples to appear in the void, and a dragon roar appeared. The golden light turned into a dragon head, and his momentum was far less than before, because he did not have much mana at the moment.

But in this extraordinary place, the momentum is still as strong as a rainbow.

The power of the fist turned into a long dragon, shining brightly, and pushed away horizontally.

boom!

Xue Liting seemed to be no match. He was knocked out and even vomited a lot of blood in the air.

Liu Husheng and others looked happy. This unlucky guy who had just been transferred seemed to be very powerful and might be able to repel these Demon Races.

The other eight Demon Races didn't seem to care at all when they saw Xue Liting being knocked away, and even showed a joking look.

It seems that Song Shi, who has the upper hand at the moment, looks like a fool.

"Hey hey hey."

Xue Liting was knocked back more than ten feet, smashed into rocks, soil, vegetation and rocks, and was beaten until he vomited blood. He actually didn't care at all and instead smiled strangely.

"Idiot, you dare to use magic here. It's really only worthy of being used as food."

What he wants is this effect, allowing Song Shi to consume mana faster.

Otherwise, with the blessing of magic power, it will definitely be more powerful than simply using the physical body.

brush!

Song Shi appeared above him in an instant and stepped on him with a cold face.

The earth shook, and a huge crater was stepped out by Song Shi. The hot air waves stopped the rain in the sky for a moment, and the strong wind was forced to stop. As the aftermath spread, the surrounding vegetation continued to shatter.

"If I really cared about mana, I wouldn't use it!"

Song Shi dismissed it.

In the large pit more than ten meters deep, Xue Liting's body was deformed, his head was crushed by Song Shi, and he was twitching violently with blood flowing freely.