I asked you to practice martial arts, but I didn’t ask you to kill gods!

After kowtowing to the tomb of his parents, Chen Feng entered the ancient tomb.

He dug out a few large glass bottles for specimens in the corner, then took out a three-edged golden needle and punctured the arteries.

The moment the blood vessel ruptured, the blood spurted into the bottle like water spurted from a high-pressure gun.

Approximately 800 ml of blood was released.

The heart rate that was beating rapidly finally returned to normal levels.

But his face also became paler.

Seal the wound and feel the weakness.

Chen Feng murmured: "'Jiyuan' is so powerful. It is worthy of being the technique with the highest death rate in a thousand years. Five times the power transformation, it seems that the matter can be officially put on the agenda, but I don't know how to explain it to Uncle Song." , what a headache..."

‘Ji Abyss’ is a fragmentary technique that was deduced from the opponent’s half corpse when the God of Death killed the King of the Abyss in the ‘Black Coffin Forbidden Zone’ 500 years ago.

Once he came out to practice, he shocked the world.

After practicing, some people actually transformed into ten times or even twenty times the power.

In an instant, countless geniuses were drawn into the madness.

but……

Except for the God of Killing, who was paralyzed, all the others who practiced ‘Jiyuan’ died.

After the genius of the human race suffered heavy losses, the popular technique suddenly turned into stinking shit.

Over time, the original version disappeared.

What is now an open research topic has long since been changed beyond recognition.

Although it has been changed beyond recognition, after thousands of years of research and by analogy, many powerful 'death combat techniques' have emerged.

But the original version of 'Jiyuan' is like a piece of poisonous honey. Even though it is poisonous, it attracts countless people.

When Chen Feng was eight years old, he accidentally discovered the spirit beast crystal core on the coffin lid in an abandoned ancient tomb after his parents passed away.

Otherwise, how could he possibly obtain something worth over [-] million? This is what surprised Lu Mengning.

After 500 years of accumulation, Jiyuan's cultivation methods have been developed in many ways.

But so far, there are only two options that have worked.

The first is the sequential replacement method.

This method is similar to the current mainstream exercise process.

Although it is quite average, it will have some "Jiyuan" characteristics, but not many, and it cannot take advantage of "Jiyuan".

But Jiyuan, just like its name, cannot be filled at all.

The final result is that the spiritual power is exhausted and the oil is exhausted.

The second type is granular co-frequency.

This method is very extreme, and the prerequisite is that the particles are of the same frequency.

Once practiced, the entire body will resonate with the particles at the same frequency, which is very extreme.

If it can be done, he will become an immortal god.

If it fails, it will be everywhere.

But so far, no one has heard of anyone successfully entering the Lingwu Realm.

Obviously, Chen Feng chose the second option.

However, due to various factors, the practice fell by the wayside.

In fact, Chen Feng had already entered the same frequency of particles when he was a freshman in high school, otherwise he would not have been able to practice Jiyuan.

His current state is like Lu Bu riding a dog.

I have no strength, but my body cannot hold on.

However, after practicing for three years, how could he not have any problems with his body?

But he also has his own methods.

That is bloodletting, releasing pressure from the body.

Otherwise, how could he kill Bald Xu with one move?

No matter how powerful your martial arts skills are, they are just moves.

No matter how strong your combat skills are, it is in vain without a strong foundation of spiritual power.

After looking at the sarcophagus in the center, Chen Feng lay down in it.

I turned on the light of my personal terminal, covered the coffin with the engraved word 'Jiyuan', and watched it again.

It wasn't until he found nothing unusual that he left here and returned to the Seventh Ring Store.

Not long after he left.

A tall figure appeared here, carefully observed everything in the ancient tomb, and then disappeared...

When Chen Feng returned to the shop, Zhao Xiaoxiao asked him a series of questions.

"Boss, you are crazy. There are 43 life and death contracts. What do you want to do?"

Chen Feng felt that it felt good to be cared about.

He smiled.

"I'm fine. Some people just don't like me. I'm just adding insurance to myself."

Zhao Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth and said, "Why don't you call the life and death contract insurance!"

"Okay, okay, I'm going to the backyard first, and I'll give you a salary increase later."

"Boss..." Zhao Xiaoxiao looked at his back and hesitated.

When passing by the kitchen, the voices of the three cooks, Lao Zhang, came from inside.

"Master, let's go. My boss is crazy. He has 43 life and death contracts, and he still dares to challenge a strong man in the Lingwu Realm without knowing whether to live or die."

"The contract bet includes a medicinal restaurant. Anyway, we already know all the medicinal ingredients. We can start a new one. There is no need to go crazy with our boss."

Lao Zhang was angry.

"Two white-eyed wolves, if the boss hadn't taken you in, you would still be fighting over some food in the Jiuhuan slums. Now that your boss is in trouble, you just want to run away."

"That's not what we meant. We also want our boss to do well."

"Master, to be honest, don't think that my boss is a good guy because he is young. He is just looking for two free laborers, and we didn't let him take them in."

"Am I messing with you!" Lao Zhang roared, and then the sound of chopping on the cutting board exploded: "From today on, you two are not allowed to enter my kitchen, get out of here, get out!"

"Master..."

"Go away, who the hell is your master?"

next second.

The two young men were driven out of the kitchen by Lao Zhang, who was carrying a kitchen knife.

When he walked out of the door, he happened to see Chen Feng who looked pale.

"Dong...dong's house?!"

When Lao Zhang was about to speak, two young men spoke first.

"Boss, we plan to resign."

"It was me who decided to quit your mother..."

Chen Feng raised his hand and interrupted the fat Lao Zhang: "Everyone has his own ambitions. I'll go to Sister Xiaoxiao to calculate my salary later."

"Thank you boss."

The two apprentices walked away with lowered eyebrows.

The furious Lao Zhang struck the door frame with a kitchen knife.

"My boss, why should you pay them wages if you don't know how to raise them?"

"It's easy to get together and go away."

Lao Zhang's eyes were red: "My boss, you are really..."

"Didn't you see them all? 43 life and death contracts, one without any falsehood."

"Alas~" Lao Zhang sighed and ducked into the kitchen.

After a while, the sound of chopping chopping boards resounded through the kitchen...

Chen Feng let out a foul breath and went to the backyard.

After entering, he passed through a small door and entered a small courtyard full of herbs.

In the courtyard, there was a low sound of pounding medicine.

Walking around the drying herbs, he knocked on the wooden door.

"Uncle Song."

"Xiao Feng, come in quickly. Aren't you at school? Why are you back so early and asking for leave?"

"Ah, yes." Chen Feng faltered, but he had to face what he had to face.

When I entered the house, I found that it was a little dark, so I turned on the fluorescent lamp.

When the lights come on.

Song Zhong, who was blind and missing his legs, came into view.

Song Zhong is usually like a medicine pestle in his hand. If you don't pestle him, he won't make a sound.

But Song Zhong suddenly made a sound.

"What's going on? I sense that you have entered the same frequency as the particles, but your body is showing signs of collapse."