Chapter 151 The Power of Blood

One breath...two breaths...three breaths...

Zhao Feng stood there calmly, and there was nothing unusual.

The silver-striped blood corpse waited for ten breaths. Zhao Feng was still safe and sound, but the complexion on his face became more and more rosy.

how can that be?

The silver-striped blood corpse showed a hint of shock for the first time, sleeping for hundreds of years. Although its corpse poison power was extremely weakened, it should be easy to deal with martial arts practitioners below the fourth level of transcendence.

However, Zhao Feng just stood there intact.

In fact, when the corpse poison power spread, the mysterious pale blue blood in Zhao Feng's body, under the running, with the trend of destroying the dead, it was instantly cleared.

As for the rest of the time, Zhao Feng mobilized Zhenli to repair the minor injuries in the body and make the blood flow more smoothly.

"This corpse poison is nothing more than that."

Zhao Feng felt incredible that such a powerful corpse poison, in front of the pale blue blood in his body, was like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

"What kind of freak is this kid!"

The pupils of the silver-striped blood corpse condensed, and the complexion changed.

However, after all, he is an old monster who has survived several times for many years, and he quickly smiled sinisterly: "Boy, even if you can restrain the corpse poison, how long can you last on this seat alone?"

The battle just now has shown the facts.

Even if the five-person team is intact, it cannot defeat the silver-striped blood corpse.

"Then try it..."

Zhao Feng muttered to himself, expressionless, and slowly took off the blindfold.

Blindfolds?

Only then did the Silver Striped Blood Corpse really notice that Zhao Feng had been fighting himself with one eye.

The blindfold was removed, revealing a cyan pupil, which was deep and boundless, as if there was a bottomless abyss...

"The eyes..."

The silver striped blood corpse jumped suddenly, staring at Zhao Feng's eyes, as if attracted by the bottomless abyss.

in the void.

A pair of red-blooded eyes collided with a pure blue pupil.

Invisible spiritual power diffuses in the void.

The silver striped blood corpse felt that the opponent's left eye was like an invisible spiritual sharp knife, exuding an ancient and deep breath, and instantly cut off all the influences emanating from his spiritual level.

That is to say.

Even if the silver-lined blood corpse has a certain advantage at the spiritual level, in front of Zhao Feng, there is no advantage at all, and it may even be restrained.

powerful! Curious power...

Zhao Feng was excited, and for the first time since his left eye changed, he showed his power in front of the world for the first time.

At this moment, the left eye takes him into a more powerful super-sensory interface.

In the void, the wind, dust, particles, light, including the weather and vitality, and various subtle power factors, are all clearly seen by Zhao Feng's left eye.

even.

Zhao Feng's left eye can penetrate the body of the silver-striped blood corpse and see the internal organs and organs.

The sharpness of the left eye can penetrate rocks.

Scanning the room at random, Zhao Feng found that there were a lot of "valuable" things in the rock wall and the blood pool, including the clothes of the silver-patterned blood corpse, the blood ring on the thumb, and a few things hidden in the package.

This feeling seems to dominate everything in the world.

The silver-striped blood corpse opposite him shuddered inexplicably.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the "Scarlet Moon Sect Master" hundreds of years ago,

The Supreme Demon who once stood at the top of the continent.

Although he is the guardian of the rudder, he has only one relationship with the leader. Since then, he will never forget the pair of magic pupils that are like the eternal red moon.

At this moment.

A similar eye contact appeared in my heart.

Thunder Palm!

Zhao Feng's figure slowly approached, and the violent palm of the thunderous roar reached the left chest of the silver-striped blood corpse with a more condensed, more precise, and more tricky angle.

"He... how did he know that my heavy wound was here."

The silver striped blood corpse was shocked.

The same move, the same true power, on the same person, the power and lethality have completely changed before and after.

Zhao Feng felt that he was integrated into a strange spiritual level, using the same power moves to exert greater lethality, and the threat to the enemy also increased exponentially.

The part and angle he attacked was also the part where the silver striped blood corpse was injured and unfavorable for action.

Boom!

Zhao Feng and the silver-patterned blood corpse confronted again, and the fists and claws shook hard.

And this time, Zhao Feng's wind and thunder palm force, along a special line, directly approached the most severely injured internal organs of the silver-striped blood corpse.

steaming!

The two figures quickly separated.

Under the disparity in strength, Zhao Feng was still drifting back, his blood was churning.

The silver-striped blood corpse's complexion changed greatly, and his body was slightly stiff, as if he had suffered a dark loss.

Gale!

Zhao Feng activated the "Tianfeng God Art", and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a fiery storm. It was obviously a move of the wind, and a fiery wave of destruction erupted.

At that moment, the surrounding temperature suddenly rose, the air seemed to be compressed to the limit, and the violent power that destroyed everything instantly erupted.

The power of the Gale Style is almost comparable to that of the Wind Thunder Palm. The advantage is that Zhao Feng's understanding of the mood is deeper. With the internal power of the wind system of "Tianfeng Shenjue", the power reaches a more terrifying place, which is enough to threaten many Transcending Ordinary Third-layer powerhouses.

pop-

More violent vibrations and air waves rolled across more than ten feet, and the surrounding mountains and rocks shook faintly.

Zhao Feng and the silver-patterned blood corpse were separated again.

"Boy, get out of here, leave those boys as blood sacrifices, and I'll spare your life."

The silver striped blood corpse took a deep breath, looking ugly, and finally made a concession.

Sleeping for hundreds of years, his strength is exhausted, less than one-twentieth of the peak, and coupled with the heavy damage, he is really unable to entangle with Zhao Feng too much.

"Get out of the blood hole! Leave the ring in your hand and the package in your arms, and I will spare your life."

Zhao Feng's left eye flashed with a sharp azure luster, and he did not give in.

"Ring? Package? You are courting death!"

The silver-striped blood corpse was stunned for a moment, then became furious and roared, the blood all over his body seemed to be burning, and a layer of purple blood flames waved between his palms.

Zhao Feng's heart froze, staring at the purple blood flame wave in the palm of the silver striped blood corpse.

It is said that reaching the level of the True Spirit Realm, one can condense the unique fire of life within the body, which is the essence of the essence of the body's vitality.

Of course, the power of the silver-striped blood corpse is exhausted, and the heavy damage has not healed. It is impossible to condense the true fire of life, but the power he shows at this time is also forcibly burning the remaining essence in the body.

"Destroy me-"

The silver-striped blood corpse grinned grimly and turned into an afterimage, with its sharp claws waving a purple flame of light as its hood towards Zhao Feng.

That terrifying power made Zhao Feng's heart skip a beat, and he felt a sense of suffocation.

Gale!

Zhao Feng shouted violently, and a layer of pale cyan blood gushed out from his body and merged into the Heavenly Wind True Power.

In an instant, a power that surpassed the original shackles erupted in his body, and the essence, energy, and spirit of the whole person were greatly improved.

The original high-level Tianfeng Zhenli miraculously forcibly raised a level, and the moment the palm was shot, it seemed to see the cyan wind flames that were raging and destroying, destroying everything in the world, and burning violently, endlessly.

puff-

The purple flames radiated by the silver-striped blood corpse's claws wrapped in a violent shock, insisted on half-breathing effort, and quickly annihilated!

Teng! Teng! Teng!

The silver-striped blood corpse retreated again and again, staring at the pale blue blood waves surrounding Zhao Feng's body, pale in horror: "Ancient blood..."

Boom-

The cyan flame suddenly erupted, knocking him out and slamming into the blood-colored rock wall opposite.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-colored rock wall shook slightly.

Wow!

The silver-striped blood corpse was implicated in old wounds, he vomited blood on the spot, and his body fell into the rock wall. He stared at Zhao Feng with a horrified expression: "Ancient bloodline, blue pupil eyes... Which ancient race's power inheritance is this? Qinghua Continent, How could there be such a deep and pure ancient blood aura..."

Ancient blood?

Zhao Feng noticed that the pale blue blood waves surrounding his body slowly melted into his body.

"This power is called the ancient bloodline?"

Through his left eye, he can easily control this mysterious power.

This power was activated just now, and it was integrated into the Gale Style and the Heavenly Wind God Art, and such a terrifying power erupted.

Zhao Feng was sure that the heavy blow just now had already implicated the old wound of the silver-lined blood corpse.

Now, as long as he conserves his physical strength, he can be invincible and dominate.

"Ignorance junior, it seems that you still don't understand the treasure in your body. The ancient bloodline is a kind of bloodline inheritance power, and it is the most distant and powerful one."

The silver-striped blood corpse struggled a little, barely getting out of the sunken rock wall.

"Bloodline power... Why is there only spiritual body mentioned in the sect qualifications, but no mention of 'bloodline inheritance'."

Zhao Feng was puzzled and muttered to himself.

"Bloodline inheritance is so precious and far-reaching. Even the lowest bloodline inheritance is at least comparable to the best spiritual body, and bloodline power, before awakening, has almost no means to measure."

The silver striped blood corpse sneered.

I see.

Zhao Feng looked indifferent, slowly condensing his true power, mobilizing the pale blue blood, and preparing to charge up and attack the silver-striped blood corpse.

"Boy! Stop it! Even if you try your best to mobilize your bloodline power, you can only perish with me at most."

The silver striped blood corpse's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness.

In the past, the giant of the Red Moon Demon Sect, the skinny camel was bigger than a horse.

If Zhao Feng pushes him in a hurry, he might jump over the wall in a hurry.

"Your injury is serious, and your movement speed is not as good as mine. If you wear it slowly, you will have a greater chance of death than me. Moreover, this is within the sphere of influence of our Xiaoyue Sect."

Zhao Feng's eyes were sharp and calm.

The silver striped blood corpse was startled, gnashing his teeth, if Zhao Feng really entangled him in such an almost rogue way, he could really grind him to death.

"Boy, what do you want?"

The silver-striped blood corpse was furious.

"Leave the ring in your hand, the contents of the package."

Zhao Feng's left eye, sharp as a knife, seems to be able to understand all the secrets of the silver-striped blood corpse.

With his left eye, he could judge the silver-striped blood corpse and all the valuable things in the cave.

"Everything else is fine, but only this ring is a token of the 'Red Moon Demon Sect' helm and protector. Even if you take it, it will have limited use, and it will even lead to the disaster of killing."

The silver-striped blood corpse resisted the anger in his chest.

When ever, he was forced to this level by an extraordinary first-level ant.

But after thinking about it, the other party is a lucky person with ancient blood. He is blessed by God, and he must be a generation of arrogance in the future.

He enlightened himself like this, which made him feel a little better.

Zhao Feng thought to himself that he couldn't push the opponent too hastily before he had an absolute advantage, so he nodded in agreement.

Soon, the silver-striped blood corpse took out a package on its body, which contained several crystal blood pills, a picture of animal skin, and a blood-colored broken sword.

When handing over these things, the Silver Striped Blood Corpse's face was obviously aching and unwilling.