What If I Can't Die?



"He looks strong on the outside but is weak on the inside."

Song Shi saw through Ye Wenzhong's situation. A cold glint flashed across his eyes as he continued to approach without a trace.

Seeing that Ye Wenzhong was approaching the reinforcements without resistance and was about to congregate with them, Lu Jiu gave up on stopping him and chose to attack with his words.

"Old dog Ye, if you burn your bloodline power like this, even if you escape, you'll be crippled for life!"

The Perfected Lord of Hundred Poisons felt that it was a pity. He had not expected this old dog to work so hard which robbed him of the chance of obtaining the most precious blood essence. He could only mock, "Hehe, when we return, the youngsters of the clan might usurp the throne."

Ye Wenzhong stopped in front of the three Bronze chariots and stared at the two people from the Demonic Sect. "Even if I'm crippled today, someone will naturally avenge me. The connection between bloodlines is not something you bastards can understand."

He had a proud expression as the golden Nomological power on his body dissipated. The phantom behind him slowly dissipated, and his originally gray hair turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wrinkles on his face kept increasing, and his inflatable flesh began to shrivel. He lost his luster and instantly became old.

However, his eyes were bright and determined, and his expression was solemn and proud. He actually had the feeling of a tragic hero in his twilight years.

When Lu Jiu, who was standing at the side, saw this, he muttered in his heart, "I actually became a villain in the end, but who asked you to attack me first?"

"Jingtian, where are Ye Sai and the others?"

Ye Wenzhong asked in a hoarse voice when he saw that the number of Golden Core cultivators around him had clearly decreased.

"Dead."

Song Shi said.

"How is that possible? Even if it's two against one, they shouldn't have died so quickly!"

Ye Wenzhong's body trembled, and he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Puchi!

A sword pierced through his heart and pierced through his chest.

It wasn't that Song Shi wanted to reveal himself, but he had sensed Ye Wenzhong's suspicions. At the same time, since his body was stronger, and it wasn't easy to pierce through his skull, Song Shi chose to pierce his heart which was situated at a weaker area of his body.

At the same time, a sword blade from his other hand slashed down and landed on Ye Wenzhong's neck.

"Bastard!"

Ye Wenzhong retaliated with a backhand slap. With a bang, the two sides separated at the first contact.

Song Shi took a step back, and Ye Wenzhong also staggered back. Most of his neck had been cut off, and some of his flesh was lopsided as blood flowed out.

"Patriarch!"

The elders of the Ye Family on the Bronze Chariot exclaimed. They did not expect that he would be in danger when he was almost safe.

"Imbecile, stop!"

They shouted and jumped out one after another, hurriedly flying over to support.

A circle of golden light appeared on Song Shi's body. He quickly approached the injured Ye Wenzhong and grinned. "Chief, I'm already dead. Accompany me."

"You killed Jingtian and the others!"

Ye Wenzhong held his chest that was spewing blood and used one hand to straighten his head. His powerful vitality prevented him from dying immediately even after half his head has been nearly severed. He could still stare at Song Shi with wide eyes.

How could he not tell that Song Shi had pretended to be Ye Jingtian?

The surrounding people felt their hair stand on end. They had not realized that Song Shi was pretending. They had been too careless.

In freality, Song Sh had just used his Thousand Transformations Technique more frequently recently. It had already reached the third level of Qi Transformation and could now disguise one's aura. If one was not familiar with the technique, it would be very difficult to detect any abnormalities.

At this moment, they were already on the battlefield. The Ye Family members were nervous and their attention was all on Lu Jiu and the others from the Demonic Cults. How could they have the time to notice that something was wrong with Song Shi.

"Patriarch Ye is indeed smart. You deduced the outcome with just a few words."

Song Shi grinned and turned into a fiery light that instantly arrived in front of Ye Wen. With a bang, he attacked him again.

Under the violent collision, Ye Wenzhong's head tilted again and blood spurted out like spring water.

"You have a death wish!"

At the present, next to them were two Golden Core cultivators who followed Ye Wenzhong to retreat. At this moment, their faces were filled with anger as they attacked Song Shi with their weapons.

Crash!

A chain also took the opportunity to fly out from behind Ye Wenzhong and wrap around his body. It pulled with all its might and Ye Wenzhong flew towards Lu Jiu.

At the side, Ghost Butcher, whose face was a little pale, laughed loudly. "Haha, Blood-Robed old ghost, you're really a f*cking talent. I was wondering why you suddenly disappeared. It turns out that you were pretending to be a member of the Ye Family to launch a sneak attack."

The Perfected Lord of Hundred Poisons looked at Song Shi in surprise as well. "You do have the ability of having a thousand transformations. I wonder where you learned such divine powers and spells."

Song Shi fought the two Golden Cores with his bare hands and he only retreated a little. His hands were like gold, and his right hand was unscathed when it collided with the sharp Dharma treasures.

He turned around and said, "Don't snatch my kill!"

Lu Jiu shrugged, "Don't worry, I won't snatch it from you. However, you should end him quickly to prevent any accidents from happening."

Song Shi did not stop at that moment. He used the impact of the collision to quickly tap the ground twice and quickly escaped to catch up to Ye Wenzhong, who was entangled in the chains.

"Old man, you shouldn't have provoked me. I'm a stubborn person. Whoever kills me has to die."

He appeared beside Ye Wenzhong, who was instantly entangled like a cocoon. However, the golden Will-O-Wisp on his short neck was flowing, and he was desperately healing himself, wanting to stop bleeding.

If hsi wound really healed, it might just become a bowl-sized scar.

Seeing Song Shi approach, Ye Wenzhong, who no longer had the strength to resist, knew that he had become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He could only say resentfully, "Blood-Robed old ghost, kill me then. The Ye Family will not rest until you die!"

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Song Shi was disdainful. After his left hand was sealed, he only had the sharp sword left to attack. Ye Wenzhong's head, which was only left with a layer of skin, was completely cut off. Ye Wenzhong's strength completely collapsed.

"Blood-Robed old ghost, I'll make you die a horrible death!"

The head said resentfully. Then, golden light flashed in its body, and an enfeeble Golden Nascent Soul flew out, turning into a beam of light that rushed towards Song Shi.

He did not choose to escape. There were still three Nascent Souls eyeing him covetously. Moreover, one of them was very good at controlling souls. He could not leave at all.

He only had one choice. He could only "die" to "live" again. He would possess the Blood-Robed old ghost's body and even though this would reduce his cultivation by a major realm, he would have a chance to survive.

"Be careful, this old dog wants to possess you!"

Lu Jiu's expression changed. He wanted to entangle Ye Wenzhong's Nascent Soul, but the two of them were too close. Before his Dharma treasure chains could approach, the latter rushed into Song Shi's body.

The Nascent Soul was the crystallization of a cultivator's essence, qi, and spirit. Ye Wenzhong's soul was also among them.

Compared to the soul of a soul under the Nascent Soul realm, which was like water without roots or wood without roots, a Nascent Soul realm soul could replenish a portion of its power.

Of course, the price was not small. After succeeding, he would definitely lose his Nascent Soul and his cultivation would regress to Song Shi's level.

However, he was left with no other choice but to possess this person.

"Good timing!"

When Song Shi realized what was happening, he revealed an excited expression.

A powerful force surged into his body. Then, his body stiffened and he could no longer control himself.

A powerful resistance invaded his mind, tore apart his consciousness space, and charged in majestically.

"Blood-Robed old ghost, you've possessed someone else. Today, I'll let you experience the feeling of being possessed!"

Ye Wenzhong's tone was venomous. Although he had a chance to live after possessing the body, he would completely lose the bloodline of the Ye Family. In the Ye Family, where blood was respected, his actions today were destined to bring about awkward confrontation about his position in the future.

The most important thing was that after possessing a body, one would need to spend a large amount of time fusing their soul with the body. Their cultivation path would be greatly affected.

In his mental world, a huge lunar star floated. Song Shi's soul sat cross-legged under the star and quietly looked at Ye Wenzhong, who was like a golden sun.

"It's still not easy to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator. With a Nascent Soul, it's equivalent to having an extra life."

Song Shi muttered, "But that's good too. If you come to possess me, I'll gain more than if I just kill you."

There was excitement in his eyes. As he cultivated Spiritual strength, cultivators of the same level could not possess him. He had to rely on this kind of person who was stronger than him.

Sensing Song Shi's abnormal calmness, Ye Wenzhong felt uneasy. He pretended to be fierce, but he was cowardly on the inside, "I think you're mentally unstable. You still want to reap benefits now? Die!"

He instantly transformed into a Golden Armor Heavenly God and stirred up a storm, causing his mental world to tremble violently.

In the mental world, Spiritual strength was consumed. He could hence change into anything he wanted and did not need to worry about insufficient Nomological power.

"God Slayer!"

He used his divine power and the huge axe tore through the Spiritual Space. With a bang, it split the Lunar Star that Song Shi had condensed into two.

Below him, Song Shi's expression changed. His hands turned into palms, and two ten-thousand-foot-long dragons flew out. In the end, they were still shattered.

"The soul power of a Nascent Soul is indeed quite strong."

Song Shi stood in his turbulent mental world without panicking, "Unfortunately, I'm invincible."