Soon, more than 20 experts were absorbed, leaving only more than 20 human skins on the ground.
This strange scene did not frighten the believers. On the contrary, they were born into the demon clan and were extremely cruel. They regarded human life as nothing. When they saw their idol in their hearts being so cruel, they all cheered.
It is natural to be cruel to the enemy.
Zhuo Yifan stood up and silently looked at the horrific scene in front of him, a flash of pain in his eyes.
Although these are all demons and Miss Fang's subordinates, what does it mean to directly absorb the monks?
Could it be that he has really turned into a heinous demon?
Ouyang Qingzhi looked at Zhuo Yifan ahead with a worried expression, but did not rush forward rashly.
She was completely shocked when she saw what Zhuo Yifan did.
"Brother Zhuo will continue to be like this for a long time until he absorbs enough energy. This is actually a good thing."
A charming voice sounded beside him. Ouyang Qingzhi turned around in shock and looked at the other person in shock: "You...do you still remember me?"
"Of course I remember, you are Brother Zhuo's woman, right?" Murong Xiaoqian said quietly, "You are so lucky."
Ouyang Qingzhi said in surprise: "What happened to Yifan? Why is he doing this?"
"It's hard to explain this matter. It's all because of me." Murong Xiaoqian sighed sadly, pulled Ouyang Qingzhi aside, and explained the incident in detail.
Ouyang Qingzhi's face was full of bitterness and worry: "No wonder even telepathy has failed, and Yifan has suffered so much."
"You don't have to worry. Brother Zhuo's current situation is actually a good thing. It proves that the invisible blood poison may not completely control him. As long as he can feed these poisons to his full capacity, at least he doesn't have to worry about his meridians being unable to withstand it and collapsing.
"
Ouyang Qingzhi said in surprise: "Is this true?"
"Of course it's true. Brother Zhuo's current body is fused with the invisible blood poison and my true demon blood. It has become very powerful. Even if it is not as strong as the ancient Yuan clan general 'Poison', it is certainly similar. Intangible
The blood poison cannot kill him. After surviving this level, with the help of the power of the sacrifice, the invisible blood poison may be separated. By then, Brother Zhuo will not only recover his own blood, but also possess my true demon blood.
, the strength will definitely be improved to the next level.”
Murong Xiaoqian said hopefully.
Ouyang Qingzhi looked at Murong Xiaoqian, her heart skipped a beat, and she sighed secretly. It seemed that her husband had captured the heart of another beautiful girl without her knowing it!
It's just that this girl's identity is too scary. Whether it's a blessing or a curse, it's really hard to predict.
Zhuo Yifan closed his eyes deeply, and the violence and longing in his heart slowly subsided.
But he knew that it was just calming down.
He also needs more and more powerful blood essence power to feed him, otherwise, he will lose his mind and become a monster who only knows how to kill and absorb.
When Xuanwu Divine Armor strengthens cells, it comes naturally.
Just like cultivation, when the state is reached, it will automatically improve, and what is pursued is the law of heaven and earth.
And this "Invisible Blood Poison" adopts a very extreme and radical method. It has no strength, but it is just trying to make a fool of itself.
Some are similar to "Skin Company", which is superficial and looks huge, but in fact has a weak foundation and requires a lot of resources to fill it.
And this resource is the power of essence and blood.
The Source Clan uses the power of essence and blood as the foundation to smelt the devil's heart, and "poison" is no exception. All cultivation methods will ultimately focus on the heart.
But now, not to mention the heart, even the most basic cells are in a state of extreme hunger and thirst.
Zhuo Yifan's current state is actually just a big step further evolved than ordinary people.
In fact, a monk's final path of cultivation will develop in this direction.
A strong physical body is actually a powerful cell, which is the most fundamental component.
Zhuo Yifan's body is actually very powerful, like a compressed super machine. However, this machine is too huge and has no resources to drive it, so it cannot display its strength at all.
I don’t know if this is a blessing or a curse.
But with his followers, Zhuo Yifan at least no longer has to worry about being chased by the Fang family's army. Even Dongfang Liang and Kong Wu have the confidence to fight.
In the current secret realm of tombs, Zhuo Yifan's power seems to have become the strongest.
There are 500 Mahayana believers, plus more than 10,000 ordinary believers.
Their strength is changing and improving every moment.
It can be said that once these people who were originally stuck at the bottleneck will have a bright future, once they break through, it is actually only a matter of time before they break through, because whether they get the "Netherworld Golden Body Art" or the power of Zhuo Yifan's faith
Feedback, for them, is a rare improvement in their cultivation.
There are only 500 Mahayana masters now. That’s because many people are still settling and preparing. Once they exert their strength, it will be terrible.
Of course, as long as Zhuo Yifan is willing, he can even turn all the believers into his "food" and devour them directly. In that case, his body will be relieved, and at least there will be no difficulty in exerting his original strength.
But Zhuo Yifan couldn't do this.
For him, any believer who can reach the level of faith in himself is an incomparable trust.
How can I betray people who trust me so much?
"Yifan, I thought I would never see you again."
Ouyang Qingzhi looked at Zhuo Yifan with tears in his eyes.
At this moment, a monk had already offered his own clothes for Zhuo Yifan to change, otherwise the blood-red hole-in-the-wall clothes would be really scary.
Zhuo Yifan laughed, turned around, hugged Ouyang Qingzhi, and said emotionally: "Qingzhi, I'm sorry for making you worry. I promise I won't do it again in the future."
Although Ouyang Qingzhi was once a decisive general, he was emotionally blank.
Although she was passionately in love with Zhuo Yifan, being intimate like this in front of many masters was still a big test for her. Her pretty face suddenly turned red, and the monks around her were dumbfounded.
Under Zhuo Yifan's authorization, Ouyang Qingzhi was the well-deserved second-in-command, commanding an army of more than 10,000 monks. Even when Ouyang Qingzhi was at his most glorious, he had never mastered so many masters.
These people did not take Ouyang Qingzhi seriously at first and only respected her because of Zhuo Yifan's orders. But along the way, Ouyang Qingzhi fully demonstrated his commanding talents.
She does not have the power of faith, but to these many family masters, she distributes them reasonably and gives clear orders without any sloppiness, making people believe them without even realizing it.
Gradually, the image of a true general was established in everyone's mind.
But at this moment, this image collapsed again, taking on the posture of a shy little daughter in Zhuo Yifan's arms.