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What If I Can't Die?

Song Shi came to an immortal world where demons and monsters were rampant. He thought he was going to take a trepidatious road to immortality, but ended up awakening to a death-defying system, gaining strength from death and getting stronger every time he died. The whole style took a sudden change. Other people cultivated to seek immortality, but he was already immortal, and could only seek immortality by having himself killed in various ways, either by killing himself or by letting people kill him. "You were killed 10 times by the Yin spirit, awakening the spiritual root of fire!" "You were killed 10 times by the zombie, awakening the innate divine power!" "You were killed 10 times for excess cultivation, awakening the Daoist heart!" "You were killed by a formation, formation level +1!" "You were killed by an alchemy explosion, +1 alchemy level!" Pure Yang Spiritual Body, Nine Yang Divine Body, Sun Sacred Body; Vajra Spiritual Body, Golden Divine Body, Draconic Sacred Body; Psychic Sword Body, Innate Dao Body; Formation Master, Alchemy Master... His cultivation was a fun journey, and he kept finding ways to kill himself on his way to the top of the immortal path... Years later, the world rumor had it that once Song Shi died, the immortals were terrified, the demons trembled, and ten thousand Buddhas retreated!

Infinite Sand · Oriental
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Don't Talk Nonsense If You Can Make a Move

Éditeur: Atlas Studios

Goatee's nickname was similar to Song Hai's. His name was Iron Leg Li. His leg technique was like a knife, and his destructive power was astonishing.

Now that he was wearing iron shoes, there was wind under his feet. His entire body was like an arrow that shot out. The instantaneous explosive force raised a wave of air-piercing sounds that were extremely shocking.

With a muffled sound, Song Hai's clothes were kicked apart and he staggered back.

Crack, crack, crack.

The floor was crushed by the retreating foot. Song Hai looked at his bare arm and his face turned red. He looked indignant.

His clothes were shattered, which meant that his protective Connate Genuine Qi had been broken by the other party's kick. His hands were originally his strongest point.

His most powerful palm technique had been broken, the results of the fight was fixed. He was inferior to the other party.

"Give me another year and I'll definitely surpass this old man."