I'm stuck on the same day for 3000 years

Chapter 68
I saw that as the green-robed monk blasted out his palm, his palm instantly became crystal clear like jade. This is obviously a not weak palm martial art.

However, Xu Feng didn't move at all, allowing him to pat on his arm, and then let out his fighting spirit.

"kill!"

With a punch, the green-robed cultivator felt as if struck by lightning, and all his vitality was in chaos.

Bang!
The originally glistening palm returned to normal in an instant, and the green-robed monk vomited blood and flew out, seriously injured in an instant.

"Monster! You are that kind of monster!!"

The green-robed monk struggled to stand up unwillingly.

He didn't care to think about why the person in front of him had such a strange cultivation. He was clearly at the sixth level of Lianyuan, but he could resist his own attack without getting hurt. Even the green bamboo sword with the best orange quality couldn't hurt him.

What's even weirder is why this person can release Yuanli like a monk Yuanjing?

However, he had no time to think about it at all right now. After he let out a roar, a burst of flames suddenly ignited all over his body, and he looked desperate.

But at this moment, Xu Feng suddenly said.

"Hey, I'll spare your life. Do you have to burn your energy to die? We don't have any life-and-death feuds, do we?"

At this moment, Xu Feng was holding a black storage bag, and he didn't know when he got it.

Flipping his hands, he took out a Purple Mist Cold Spruce Grass from the person's storage bag, and then threw the storage bag back to the person's feet.

"I'm only doing it for this spiritual grass, I haven't touched anything else, if you stop now, you can still survive."

The green-robed monk was taken aback for a moment, but after understanding Xu Feng's words, a trace of struggle flashed across his face.

But the hatred for Xu Feng in his heart is still hard to calm down.

"Think about it, how long has it been since you practiced? Does a purple mist cold soul grass cost you all your life? Anyway, I am not interested in such unqualified things as murdering and seizing treasures. If you want to blame, you can only blame your brain. , too bad luck, not enough cultivation.”

Xu Feng shook his head, turned around and left in disdain, he was really not interested in killing this person.

Not to mention that.

The cultivator was quite sensible, and he didn't catch up again. Instead, he calmed down the energy in his body in time, and watched Xu Feng leave dejectedly.

After Xu Feng's figure completely disappeared, he sighed and sat down on the ground.

"No brains? Too bad luck? Not enough cultivation?"

He gave a wry smile, he was right.

"Really, losing my wife and losing my army, I can't imagine that this matter was a trap from the very beginning."

The green-robed monk was both resentful and grateful.

"But this person is also weird, he didn't kill me? It doesn't matter so much, heal his wounds first, and then leave here quickly."

After being blown away by Xu Feng's punch, he instantly realized that he was fooled by greed and fell into the trap.

"It seems that what the master said is correct, Li Lingzhi was stunned. Fortunately, the person I met today did not intend to kill me. Otherwise, wouldn't my life have been so easily broken in this ghost place?"

Thinking of this level, a lot of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back, and he was extremely grateful for the feeling of awakening.

"There is great terror between life and death, this statement is not bad."

After leaving that valley, Xu Feng kept feeling the red fighting spirit in his body.

The power of this fighting spirit is indeed very strong, but it is limited.

With his current red fighting spirit, at most it is similar to the power of the red crystal monks on the tenth floor of Yuanjing who released Yuanli.

But he has no regrets at all, because this is just a small achievement in quenching blood. The 36 bloodlines are already so powerful. Deep, the power will inevitably increase.

According to the ancient scrolls, fighting spirit can grow and gradually increase.

According to legend, there is a strong human race with a purple fighting spirit, which can go straight to the sky and travel thousands of miles.

Once the Yuanjing is condensed, it will be of whatever quality it is, and it will not change.

But the fighting spirit is different, and the quality will gradually improve.

But from another point of view, his cultivation aptitude is really not good.

At the beginning, only three bloodlines were opened, which already determined that his aptitude is an ordinary aptitude even in the cultivation of qi and blood.

But Xu Feng didn't care about this, because aptitude was not the only criterion for determining combat power.

Otherwise, he would not be able to become the Profound Son of Heaven.

Finding a safe place to eat the Purple Mist Cold Soul Grass mixed with a pure Yuan Pill harvested in Chen Jianbei, Xu Feng continued to improve his cultivation.

Now that the Qi and blood cultivation base has just broken through, what is needed now is to stabilize rather than continue to move forward, so cultivating Yuanli is a good choice.

A day later, the fourth ring of Liuyan Secret Realm.

The entire fourth ring is a huge basin, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles, which is extremely vast.

The jungle is dense here, and the fire poison is strong. Ordinary cultivators entering this basin will be instantly invaded by the fire poison, and the breath will become disordered and they will die.

Here, only monk Yuanjing can resist the strong fire poison.

Moreover, the closer to the center of the basin, the thicker the demon poison in the air.

Rumor has it that under Wang Baicang's tomb, countless powerful monsters who had stepped into the Dao Realm were suppressed. Even after his death, the place is still filled with monster aura, but all the monster aura cannot leave the Liuyan Secret Realm.

The demon poisonous gas is a kind of poisonous gas produced by the powerful corpses of those monster races, but the creatures here have long been accustomed to this kind of living environment that is highly poisonous to the human race.

As soon as Xu Feng walked into the secret environment of the fourth ring, he noticed that the evil spirit in the air suddenly became crazily thickened at a very strange speed.

Then, a powerful coercion suddenly erupted from the depths of the entire secret realm, and a long howling sound like a dragon's chant rose against the sky, and the entire Liuyan secret realm began to boil!

Out of nowhere, wisps of purple mist began to linger in the forest silently.

Xu Feng stopped vigilantly. Could it be that the evil spirit started to erupt in an all-round way?

"hiss--"

"hiss--"

Just as he was wondering what happened in the secret realm, he suddenly saw a vague figure walking in front of him.

The figure seemed to be wearing a red dress, holding a fiery red spear in his hand, and approached Xu Feng step by step with wooden steps.

From his body, Xu Feng couldn't detect the slightest breath of Yuanli, but instead had a strong evil spirit!

His face was pale, his eyes were dull, and there was still a trace of crystal at the corner of his mouth.

"Roar!!"

The moment he saw Xu Feng, the figure suddenly rushed out, raised the spear in his hand, and charged at Xu Feng, and let out a roar like a beast.

Xu Feng frowned slightly, and he didn't hide. At the moment when the spear roared towards him, he grabbed the barrel of the gun tightly and didn't move an inch!
The huge strength nailed the figure in place, and even his arms made an overwhelmed clicking sound because of the sudden backlash.

It seems to be broken.

Only then did Xu Feng see clearly the person in front of him. He was obviously a monk at the fifth level of Yuanjing, and he was still alive.

But his eyes showed a strange dark blue color, and even the pupils were gone.

What's even weirder is that this person's exposed skin is covered with a strange pattern.

This pattern is very familiar to Xu Feng, it is the pattern on those mutated fire cloud beasts.

Xu Feng knew that this kind of pattern was a sign produced by the poison released by the monster after its death invaded the body of the creature.

The cultivator in front of him was obviously devoured by the evil poison into his body, turning into an irrational beast.

But what surprised Xu Feng was that after the demonic poison infected the monk, it actually strengthened it in some way.

This person's strength is far from comparable to that of a five-layer Yuanjing monk, and his body's toughness has also improved.

It's just that he doesn't have the slightest sense of sanity, he only knows to push forward desperately, wanting to wave the spear in his hand.

Xu Feng sighed, raised his hand and pierced the man's forehead with a finger, took the fiery red spear away from his hand, and disappeared into the forest.

(End of this chapter)