In Zhou Feng’s eyes, Daoist Ziyuan’s aura was not only very strange, but even his attire was peculiar.

He was dressed in a crimson Daoist robe, which was decorated with… blurry human faces.

If he was not mistaken, the black marks on it were actual human faces, and they seemed to be wailing in pain. They gave off a depressing feeling as well.

“No! You are from the surface!”

Daoist Ziyuan’s eyes widened slightly when he saw Zhou Feng.

The aura Zhou Feng exuded could not have come from the bottom of the abyss. This definitely came from the people from the surface.

“From the surface?”

Zhou Feng’s face did not change much, but he noted down this kind of address in his heart.

‘In other words, the people here are familiar with the surface?’

For some reason, he felt as if he had touched upon a shocking secret.

“It’s that b*stard who escaped! I knew it! That technique isn’t stable at all!”

Daoist Ziyuan didn’t even need to think. He immediately figured out that someone had brought Zhou Feng here. Otherwise, no one would have gotten close to this place.

This should be considered a small mistake.

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

His appearance and tone showed that he didn’t put Zhou Feng in his eyes at all.

After all, he was invincible with the Sacred Blood Amethyst Mine nearby.

These cultivators from the surface were no different than lambs waiting to be slaughtered when they came to the bottom of the abyss.

This place was filled with Yin Qi and Demonic Qi.

For an ordinary cultivator to be able to display 70-80% of their full strength was already impressive.

“You! You’d better surrender! Maybe I can let you live a few more days if I’m happy.”

Daoist Ziyuan looked very arrogant at this time.

Obviously, he didn’t put Zhou Feng in his eyes. He even thought that Zhou Feng would be a decent slave.

‘It’s better to extract his soul…’

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

He needed to understand this Sacred Blood Amethyst Mine.

Compared to a slave like Fei Li, Daoist Ziyuan should know a lot of things.

Thus, Zhou Feng planned to attack directly.

In the next second, however, Daoist Ziyuan took the initiative to attack.

Seeing that Zhou Feng was silent, Daoist Ziyuan took out a mirror, and a ray of purple light shot toward Zhou Feng at lightning speed.

It was too fast, so there was no way for him to dodge.

The surging energy erupted like tidal waves, and Zhou Feng’s body began to undergo a drastic change.

Purple crystals appeared on his body.

That’s right! Just like the purple crystals on Fei Li’s body, his body seemed to have been polluted at this moment.

“Haha! Kid, you’re still a little green!”

Seeing that Zhou Feng was hit, Daoist Ziyuan immediately smiled.

‘Sure enough, these people from the surface are not vigilant at all.’

However, it was also because the Amethyst Mirror was powerful enough. If it were any other dao artifact, it would not have this kind of power.

‘No warning?’

Zhou Feng was a bit confused. The AI hadn’t given him any warning just now, while his Battle Instinct hadn’t been triggered either.

This was a bizarre matter.

Because no matter what, the AI would always operate Hexadirectional Calculation and calculate the good and bad.

Needless to say, his passive Battle Instincts would always give him a warning before he was in danger.

Therefore, it was impossible for someone to sneak attack him under normal circumstances successfully.

The purple crystals on Zhou Feng’s body slowly fell off and made crisp sounds upon touch with the ground.

Zhou Feng’s body didn’t feel any discomfort. Instead, it became even more powerful.

The Longevity bloodline instantly received some nourishment!

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

“H-How is this possible!?”

After Daoist Ziyuan discovered Zhou Feng’s condition, his entire being was in a state of shock.

He had never seen anyone who could ignore the contamination of the Sacred Blood after being illuminated by the Amethyst Mirror.

The Amethyst Mirror in Daoist Ziyuan’s hand was made from Sacred Blood Amethyst.

This Amethyst Mirror was extremely fragile. It needed to be recharged every time it was used, and it would shatter upon contact.

But it was still able to be called a dao artifact because it contained a trace of the law of the great Dao.

One would be contaminated with Sacred Blood.

And no one who the Sacred Blood had tainted would survive.

Even Daoist Ziyuan was the same. Only the legendary Sacred Blood race was immune to the Sacred Blood’s contamination effect. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be wearing this disgusting robe.

Still, facts were facts. Zhou Feng was not only not contaminated by the Sacred Blood but also looked refreshed.

‘Not good!’

Daoist Ziyuan could feel the aura of death!

Without warning, a violent torrent of Blood Qi rushed out like a volcanic eruption and condensed into a fist.

This fist seemed to be able to penetrate heaven and earth, and Daoist Ziyuan instantly felt unimaginable pain assaulting his chest.

The human-faced clothes on his body began to wail even wildly, and countless voices rang out in Zhou Feng’s ears.

Can you imagine it?

This feeling was as if thousands of people were calling you to wake up in your ears.

Even Zhou Feng’s state of mind was disturbed for a moment.

Fortunately, he swung out another punch.

This punch was also enhanced by the passive Human Slayer and crushed Daoist Ziyuan.

In the next second, apart from his head, Daoist Ziyuan’s body turned into a meat patty and collapsed on the ground.

Crushing! This was absolute crushing!

Zhou Feng might not be able to contend against an Ascendant, but he could crush anyone below that realm.

The passive Human Slayer’s 30,000 stacks gave each of his punches and kicks a terrifying power.

Zhou Feng didn’t even use his full strength. With just a simple punch and the passive Human Slayer, he directly crushed Daoist Ziyuan.

“Such power!”

Daoist Ziyuan was scared silly.

“These clothes…”

Zhou Feng noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with Daoist Ziyuan’s clothes.

After taking two punches, Daoist Ziyuan’s body turned into a meat patty, yet his clothes were still intact.

Surprisingly, the faces were even clearer, and the smell of blood and decay started to become pungent.

“AH!”

“AH!!!”

Faint cries started to ring in the tunnel.

“This voice… This voice is!”

Fei Li, hiding in the distance, suddenly raised his head because he heard a familiar voice.