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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 · 玄幻
分數不夠
755 Chs

Going to the Heavenly Demon Realm

編輯: Atlas Studios

"Ah, Mother is here. Seventh Uncle, save me."

Ya Ya directly lay beside Song Shi, very afraid of Song Jia.

Song Shi pinched Ya Ya's face. The latter floated up into the air and immediately giggled happily. This was what she meant by raising her head high.

Song Jia looked on helplessly. She did not dare to disrespect Song Shi now.

Song Shi did not pamper Ya Ya too much. As the latter cried out, he sent her to Song Jia's side. Lying down, he said, "Ya Ya, if you want to lift yourself high, you have to build a good foundation. Only then can you ride a sword and fly freely in the future."

Ya Ya looked at Song Shi lying on the ground and pouted. "Seventh Uncle is so lazy. How shameful."

"Wretched girl, what nonsense are you talking about? When your seventh uncle was busy, you were still drinking my milk. Today, you're taking a medicinal bath!"

Amidst Yaya's screams, Song Jia, dragged her to build her foundation.