What If I Can't Die? Chapter 598

What should I do if I can't die? Chapter 598 Senior's good means

A group of people began to rush at full speed, and they arrived outside Qingsang Village in just half a day.

From a distance, Han Ci saw the black and white palm prints like Tai Chi falling on the ground, and there was someone under the palm prints.

A group of people who were obviously villagers gathered under the black palm prints, watching the battle inside and applauding from time to time.

Under the white palm prints, the ground was stained red with blood, the situation was completely different.

The cold thorn quickly swept around, frowning.

He found that there were a lot of casualties on his side, and there seemed to be no casualties on Ningguo's side. Isn't this different treatment?

Not happy in his heart, he couldn't show it, and said to everyone: "You wait here, I will meet these people."

He took a deep breath, squeezed out as much kindness as possible, and walked over.

At the entrance of the village, the village chief, who was watching Hongniang Xu challenging Ningguo monk, was the first to turn his head and look over.

"Again, this time it's a barbarian."

Many people turned their heads and watched Hanthorn approaching from a distance with indifferent expressions.

"His aura is very similar to one of the barbarian kings, probably from a tribe."

Old Mu, who was adjusting his breath, said.

"It looks much more honest this time. You probably know that we are not easy to mess with."

Tie Datou folded his arms and said coldly: "Are you coming alone?"

"The cold thorns in the lower cold wolf department, come over to find out the situation, and please be merciful and don't kill our people."

Han Ci imitated Ning Ren and saluted.

"It's too late, we have already killed a lot of barbarians."

The village head looked indifferent.

Han Ting frowned, secretly annoyed by the attitude of these people, but he didn't dare to speak harshly, he looked up at the direction of the top of the mountain, where there was a layer of mist, and there was a courtyard looming.

"It is our fault to offend you all, please be merciful and don't kill any more."

Hanthorn said as sincerely as possible.

"We can't decide this matter. You have to go to the young master, but the young master has already said that these people will be killed. I guess you can't change anything."

The village chief said with a blank expression, "I advise you not to disturb the young master."

Han Li couldn't help frowning, his eyes turned slightly cold: "What did they do? As for the killer?"

"Hehe, you attacked as soon as you came, and wanted to destroy our village. What did you say?"

Tie Datou snorted: "If you want to talk to the young master, let your barbarian emperor come over."

"It will come, everyone, don't worry."

Hanthorn's attitude became tough: "I'm here now, just because I don't want this matter to get worse and worse, so that there is no room for relaxation in the end."

"Where did you come up with so much nonsense? If you have the ability, go directly to my master."

The **** dog was impatient.

"Okay, I'm going to visit the seniors."

Hanthorn knew that it was useless to talk to these people, so he chose to walk to the top of the mountain.

Not far away, he saw an acquaintance.

Chen Qi was building the road, to be precise, to restore the environment that was destroyed during the previous battle between the barbarians and the villagers.

"General Chen, you seem quite laid-back." Han Ting smiled.

"My pleasure."

Chen Qimin took a cold look: "It's better than your lambs waiting to be slaughtered."

These words were mocking the barbarians who were trapped waiting to die, Han Ting was not happy to hear it: "But it will embarrass you Ningguo."

"Better than dying."

After Chen Qi finished speaking, he lowered his head and worked hard to build the road.

Han Spur didn't ask Chen Qi anything, he came to the big white handprint, saw the situation inside, his face darkened.

Xuan Ce asked, "Are you the only one here?"

"It's just me for now."

His words made everyone inside look disappointed.

It's just a king rank powerhouse, it's useless to come here, even the villagers can't beat it, let alone talk to that mysterious person.

Han Thorn continued: "The Emperor Han will come over, you can rest assured, he will definitely rescue you out."

After speaking, he walked towards the top of the mountain.

In the courtyard, Song Shi brought over Ning Ruqin's piano and was playing it casually, enjoying the leisure time with a peaceful and relaxed heart.

Suddenly, the sound of his piano stopped, and Song Shi got up: "I'm really busy at this time, it's only half a day, and someone came here again."

At the door, Hanthorn stopped, staring at the dragon-suppressing sword stuck in it, and was immediately attracted.

"This... this is really a divine sword!"

Han Ting was terrified, thinking of the news Lin Changbin had told him, could it be possible that there was a sword that was advanced by this mysterious person's touch?

Impossible, absolutely impossible, I have never heard of such a heaven-defying thing.

"It must be here to bluff people, it's fake."

Thinking of Emperor Han's conjecture, he shook his head, looked away from the sword, and bowed towards the courtyard: "Han Ci, the emissary of the Barbarian Kingdom, came to pay a visit to Senior, and please Senior can let the junior meet."

"There's no need to meet. Since I said I want them to die, no one can come, not you, nor the people behind you."

Song Shi's voice came out slowly: "If you don't believe in evil, you can send more experts over."

"Senior, they just don't know you're here. Those who don't know are innocent. Why take their lives just because they offended you?"

Hanthorn said in a deep voice.

"I'm not interested in explaining this matter again. If you are willing to accompany them, I can send you in."

Song Shi responded mercilessly.

If he can release people by asking for mercy, then if he is not in this village and the villagers are captured by those barbarians, will they survive by asking for mercy?

There are so many reasons for the strong to kill people.

Han Li's face was ugly. Although he thought about this result, he didn't expect this person to be so unreasonable, which made him feel like being slapped in the face.

He gritted his teeth: "Then I won't bother senior. Later, one of the Nine Emperors of our barbarian country will come here to discuss with senior. I hope senior can change his views."

"Welcome over here."

Song Shi doesn't mind looking at the stronger ones in this world.

Hanthorn was shut down and didn't even see anyone, feeling very bad.

When he went down the mountain, he didn't bother to pretend anymore, and flew down directly with a cold face.

But there was a sound of breaking through the air, and he passed the mountain village, before coming to the white palm print.

The two barbarian kings inside looked at him expectantly.

Hanthorn could only helplessly say: "What I said is useless at all, it can't stop them from killing people."

The light in Xuan Zhu and Han Ya's eyes suddenly dimmed, revealing a look of despair.

"However, Emperor Han will come over soon. They seem to be teasing those Ningguo people. They should not do anything to you for the time being. There is still time."

The addition of cold thorns gave the people inside a little more hope.

In the yard, the maid who was trimming flowers and cutting the grass said softly, "You have alarmed one of the Nine Emperors of the Barbarian Kingdom so quickly."

Ning Ruqin, who was studying at the side, nodded: "The two barbarian kings are facing a death situation, and they have to come up with a strong emperor. I don't know who will come from our side."

She was a little nervous, because someone who came might find her.

Peng!

A fist imprint filled with cold air was quickly struck out, with a powerful attack power erupting, a gust of wind was brought up, and it hit a transparent wall like a mountain fiercely.

The powerful fist print was shattered like an egg when it hit a rock, turning into a cloud of water mist and quickly dissipating.

The transparent wall just distorted the light slightly and then quickly stabilized, more stable than the mountains.

If this fist hits the mountain, at least it can have the effect of landslides and ground cracks, so it won't be as fragile as it is now.

Hanthorn sighed.

He didn't need to do anything, just by attacking this thing, he could know how far he was from that person.

"You don't need to waste your energy. There are so many of us attacking inside and it won't work. Don't even think about it if you are alone."

Han Ya shook his head at him.

"We can only wait for the Emperor Han to come over."

Hanthorn sat in front of the cage, unable to do anything, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

He took out the messenger jade and contacted Hanhuang again.

Entering the inner space of the Communication Jade, the Hanhuang projection appeared, buzzing: "The emperor is already on his way, how are you doing?"

Han Ci smiled wryly: "That person disagrees and is unwilling to let Han Ya and the others go, but the killer is dealing with those Ningguo people at the moment, and those alive are not in danger."

"Then you mean that a lot of people have died!" Han Huang was dissatisfied: "Are the two of them still alive?"

"Okay, I understand that the killers are the villagers here, not the senior, he just trapped them."

Coldthorn told the specific situation.

"Good trick, to trap people on purpose, to train their people?"

Han Huang sneered again and again, "We will be here soon, I want to see how much this person is capable of."

Han Ci nodded, but for some reason, he didn't feel at ease when an emperor was about to come, instead he felt a little uneasy.

After finishing the interrogation, he looked at the top of the mountain, unable to see through it at all.

Soon, a strong wind blew up over the whole village. The wind was icy cold and made a whining sound.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the village was shrouded in a cloud of black clouds. The temperature dropped rapidly. In a blink of an eye, it seemed that it had entered a severe winter, and even snow and ice fell from the sky.

The village head and other people who were still challenging raised their heads.

In the sky, dark clouds were overwhelming, and clusters of lead clouds gathered, which brought a kind of psychological pressure to them, as if the whole sky was about to fall.

"This celestial phenomenon is abnormal and man-made."

Old man Mu was shocked.

"It should be a stronger existence, everyone be careful."

The village chief's expression became serious, "All enter Wuzhi Mountain."

Because the handprints used to suppress the enemy are very large, like a mountain, they called these two hands Wuzhishan, one black Wuzhishan and the other white Wuzhishan.

Wuzhishan would not hinder their entry, and everyone ran in immediately after hearing what the village chief said, which made them feel safer.

At this time, there was a rolling voice echoing in the dark clouds: "The mysterious person in this village, Mr. Han, came to see him."

The icy voice echoed across the sky, causing the entire mountain to tremble.

The people in the village saw the terror of the emperor, and all of them looked excited.

"The character who came this time is a bit stronger."

"Sir, you should be able to handle it, right?"

"Sure, the young master's strength is unfathomable."

A group of people looked nervously at the top of the mountain, which seemed to be covered by dark clouds.

"Are you here to die, or to make an apology?"

Song Shi's voice responded.

"I don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, I'm here to talk to you, what qualifications do I have to ask the emperor to apologize?"

Han Huang sneered: "Release our people immediately, or your mountain will be leveled!"

Some of his strength was released, and the mountain shook suddenly, and the whole village seemed to be overthrown.

"Are you so aggressive, are you going to be suppressed and wait to die at the foot of this mountain?"

Song Shi's tone was very dissatisfied.

The moment this person came, he turned the sunny weather into gloom, which greatly affected people's mood and affected his flowers.

"I admit that you are very strong, but some things should stop here!"

Suddenly a huge figure appeared in the dark clouds.

This figure was hundreds of feet tall, holding a snow-white long knife, stomping the void fiercely, the wind was strong, and the entire mountain range trembled, as if it was about to fall.

He pointed to the top of the mountain, and his murderous voice echoed across the sky: "If you have the ability, let me wait for death."

"Since you have this idea, then do as you wish."

Song Shi was very disappointed. He didn't expect that the strong man from the barbarians would have such an attitude.

"My lord, let's see how capable you are."

The giant in the sky stared at the small courtyard on the top of the mountain with gloomy eyes, and the astonishing coercion burst out, like a towering iceberg, powerful and strong,

The long knife in his hand was more than 100 meters long, with a cold light, he slashed directly at the courtyard, as if cutting the mountain with the knife, splitting the courtyard and the hill together.

Before the knife fell, the terrifying power roared, which had already terrified those who were not strong enough. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Song Shi shook his head, sat in the yard, glanced at the guqin in front of him, and played it lightly with one finger.

Ding!

The sound of the zither was crisp, and the sound turned into a substantial sonic attack, like a sharp sword flying out of the strings, heading towards the light above the head.

The sound of the zither cut through the void, expanding rapidly on the way, and finally hit the cold giant knife like a giant blade.

Katsa.

The saber qi from Hanhuang's cut broke in response to the sound, like cut glass, split into two pieces instantly, and even the knife in his hand was broken into two halves.

Han Huang, who wanted to test Song Shi's strength, stared wide-eyed at his quasi-soldier being cut off by a sound wave, and shouted in horror: "Impossible!"

He thought that this person would be very powerful, and he would not be an opponent if he went all out, but he never thought that the sound waves from playing the piano casually could destroy his weapon.

This is no longer a gap in cultivation.

His complexion changed drastically, and turned into a smiling face in a blink of an eye: "Senior's good skills, I admire you, please stop playing the piano, this junior will not be able to bear it."

Song Shi looked at the burly guy inside through the dark clouds. He was really sorry for his skin. He curled his lips: "It's pretty quick to get soft, but it's a pity that you are a bit late."

when!

The piano sounded again, and it was still continuous. Song Shi played the piano casually, and the void was cut into pieces one by one like a broken mirror.

The huge figure in the dark cloud was instantly cut to pieces, but there was no rain of blood, mainly because this figure had a kind of supernatural power.

The dark clouds in the sky shattered, the gloom was broken instantly, and the sun appeared again.

"Senior, forgive me!"

There was a shrill scream, and under a ray of sunlight, a burly man covered in blood knelt down in the air and kowtowed to Song Shi, stunned everyone, including the barbarians.

Who would have thought that one of the Nine Emperors of the Barbarian Kingdom would be so weak?

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