I Cultivate Passively

In Zhou Feng's eyes, Taoist Ziyuan not only had a strange aura.

Even the clothes are weird.

Wearing a bright red Taoist robe, this robe not only revealed something strange, but also had vague human faces on it.

If he saw it correctly, the black marks on it were human faces.

Moreover, these human faces seemed to be still wailing in pain.

It gives people an extremely penetrating feeling.

"No! You are from the ground!"

Taoist Ziyuan opened his eyes slightly after seeing Zhou Feng.

This kind of breath and momentum cannot come from the bottom of the abyss. It definitely comes from the people on the ground.

"People on the ground?"

Zhou Feng's face didn't change much, but he noticed this title in his heart.

In other words, the people here know the ground very well?

Inexplicably, he felt that he had touched a secret, a shocking secret.

"It's that bitch who escaped! I knew it! That method is not stable at all!"

Taoist Ziyuan didn't even need to think.

It can be directly concluded that someone brought Zhou Feng here.

Otherwise, no one would come near here at all.

This should be considered a minor flaw.

At the same time, Taoist Ziyuan seemed to be still complaining about something.

With that look and tone, Zhou Feng was not taken seriously at all.

Because here, with the Holy Blood Mine nearby, he is invincible.

These people come from the monks on the earth, and when they come to the bottom of the abyss, they are like lambs to be slaughtered.

There is an air of resentment everywhere here, as well as an air of demons.

It is considered remarkable that an ordinary monk can exert 70% to 80% of his full strength.

"You! It's best to just let it go! Maybe I can let you live a few more days if I'm happy."

Taoist Ziyuan looked very arrogant at this time.

Obviously he didn't take Zhou Feng into consideration, and he was even thinking about it.

The Zhou Feng in front of him may be a better slave.

"It's better to extract the soul!"

Originally Zhou Feng wanted to say something, but now he changed his mind directly.

He needs to understand this holy blood amethyst mine.

Compared to a slave like Feili, the Taoist Ziyuan in front of him should know a lot of things.

So Zhou Feng planned to take action directly.

But the next second, it was Taoist Ziyuan who took the lead.

After seeing Zhou Feng's silence, Taoist Ziyuan took out a mirror.

A ray of purple light shined at Zhou Feng at the speed of lightning and flint.

Because the speed was too fast, he had no way to avoid it.

The surging energy surged like a vast ocean, and Zhou Feng's body began to undergo drastic changes.

Purple crystals appeared on his body.

That's right! Just like those purple crystals on Feili's body.

His body seemed to be contaminated in some way at this moment.

"Haha! Boy, you are indeed a bit young!"

When Taoist Zi Yuan saw Zhou Feng was hit, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

Sure enough, these people from the ground are very wary.

However, the Purple Yuan Mirror is powerful enough. If it were replaced by other magic weapons, it would not have such power.

"No warning?"

Zhou Feng was a little confused because Zhinao didn't give any warning just now.

At the same time, his fighting instinct did not sound the alarm.

This is a very strange thing.

Because no matter what time, the brain will always be running the art of Liu Ren to calculate good or bad luck.

Not to mention the passive fighting instinct, which will issue early warning before encountering danger.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, it is simply impossible for someone to successfully attack him.

"Tick~~"

"Tick~~"

The purple crystals on Zhou Feng's body were slowly falling off.

Those crystals fell to the ground and made a very clear sound.

Not only did Zhou Feng's body not feel any discomfort, it actually became more energetic.

The immortal bloodline received some nourishment at this moment.

"Crack!"

Then Zhou Feng's muscles and bones began to tremble like thunder.

"How. How is it possible!"

After Taoist Ziyuan discovered Zhou Feng's physical condition, he was in a state of shock.

Because this is simply an impossible thing to happen.

He has never seen anyone who can ignore the contamination of the holy blood after being illuminated by the Purple Yuan Mirror.

The Ziyuan Mirror in the hands of Taoist Ziyuan is actually made of Holy Blood Amethyst Mine.

This Purple Element Mirror is extremely fragile and needs to be recharged after each use, and it breaks when touched.

But it can still be called a magic weapon. The reason is because this mirror contains a trace of the rules of the great road.

As long as it is irradiated, it will be contaminated by the holy blood.

And everyone contaminated by the holy blood is unlikely to survive.

Even Taoist Ziyuan is the same. Only the legendary holy blood clan is immune to the pollution of the holy blood.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be wearing a human mask.

But the fact was before him. Not only was Zhou Feng not contaminated by the holy blood.

On the contrary, it looks very comfortable.

"Not good!"

Taoist Zi Yuan immediately smelled something bad.

However, the moment this thought came to his mind.

Zhou Feng moved!

It moved without any warning, and violent blood energy rushed out like a volcano erupting.

One punch!

This punch seemed to be able to penetrate the heaven and the earth, and Taoist Zi Yuan instantly felt a slight pain in his chest.

The human mask on his body began to wail even more crazily.

Countless voices sounded in Zhou Feng's ears.

Can you imagine it?

It feels like thousands of people are telling you to wake up in your ears.

Even Zhou Feng's state of mind was disturbed.

But fortunately! He threw another punch.

This punch also directly crushed Taoist Ziyuan with the passive blessing of Ren Tu.

The next second, Taoist Ziyuan's body turned into a meat pie except for his head, and he collapsed on the ground.

Crush! This is an absolute crushing!

Zhou Feng may not be able to compete with the powerful feathered warrior.

But when facing those monks other than the powerful ones, they were almost crushed all the way.

Tens of thousands of layers of people were slaughtered passively, giving each of his punches and kicks terrifying power.

Even Zhou Fenggang didn't use all his strength, just a simple punch and the passive of human slaughter, and he directly crushed Taoist Ziyuan.

"Such power!"

Taoist Zi Yuan was immediately frightened, with that overwhelming suffocating feeling.

He couldn't say anything else at all.

"This dress."

Zhou Feng noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the clothes on Taoist Ziyuan.

After taking two punches from him, Taoist Ziyuan's body turned into a meat pie.

But the clothes on his body were not broken.

It's just that the traces of the human face on it are clearer.

The smell of blood! Rotten smell! It's starting to get pungent.

"Ah~~"

"Ah~~"

Faint cries began to surround the passage.

"This voice. This voice is!"

Feili, who was hiding far away, suddenly raised his head.

Because he heard a very familiar voice.