Chapter 1705 The Corpse of Monk Zixu

Everyone outside the court felt as if they had seen a ghost when they heard Dong Gong Fu's crazy laughter. They were stunned and blinked in disbelief.

Dong Gong Fu, who had always been indifferent to the core, was laughing crazily at this moment. This scene was really weird to the extreme.

Dong Gong Fu's crazy smile suddenly stopped, his eyes full of murderous intent stared at Qin Yi, and the words coming out of his mouth seemed to have been frozen for thousands of years: "You are already like this, Even if I don't do anything to you, you will die of old age soon. You actually said that today may be the day of my death. What are you relying on? "

"However, I will not let you die of old age. I will kill you in the craziest and most relieving way!"

The small ink-colored sword in his hand suddenly grew to ten feet long again. His toes suddenly pointed in the air, and with the help of the extremely weak buoyancy of the air, he killed Qin Yi at high speed.

Dong Gong Fu's hatred for Qin Yi, which had long been like a surging river, burst out at this moment.

At this time, he only had one thought in his mind, which was to kill Qin Yi and tear him to pieces like crazy!

His eyes were wide open, staring intently at the old man with a white beard holding a spear in front of him, and even his eyes were so wide they were almost about to leave.

At this moment, he even wished that he was a bloodthirsty beast, tearing the white-bearded old man in front of him into pieces, and then drank all his hot blood.

In his wide eyes, the reflection of the white-bearded old man was magnifying rapidly.

Paralysis, this Dong Gong Fu usually pretends to be indifferent, but once he goes crazy, it is rare to see him!

With his eyes narrowed slightly, Qin Yi sighed secretly in disbelief as he looked at Dong Gong Fu who was like a bloodthirsty beast, killing like crazy.

"die!"

Dong Gong Fu, who was still a hundred feet away from Qin Yi, had gone completely crazy and couldn't wait to strike out with his sword through the air.

As the sword was struck, an arc-shaped sword light appeared on the sharp blade, dozens of feet wide, pitch black, and with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, it slashed towards Qin Yi in front of him.

The whole world suddenly darkened with the appearance of this dark sword light.

The monstrous killing intent like a huge wave made this place feel as if it had fallen into the netherworld in an instant.

"Donggong Fu, who is completely crazy, is simply a god of death!"

Everyone outside the field couldn't help but exclaimed.

Many people couldn't help but swallow hard.

However.

"Crack!"

There was a loud bang.

The shocking sword light struck by Dong Gong Fu suddenly shattered and turned into nothing.

Everyone took a closer look and saw that Qin Yi was still standing there quietly in the air, his white beard fluttering and unmoving, and the clothes on his body that were already in tatters were making a hunting sound.

And in his hand, at some point, he was already holding a three-story blood tower.

The blood tower was only about three inches high. It was small and exquisite. Endless blood continuously poured out from the first floor of the blood tower. It went up against the sky and quickly condensed into a monk made of blood above the blood tower.

The monk made of condensed blood sat cross-legged in the air, counting a string of Buddhist beads in his hands, his eyes lightly closed, and his mouth muttered something.

"This is...the legendary monk Zixu!"

Seeing the blood monk sitting cross-legged in the air, Yan Zhuxin outside the venue suddenly let out a sweet cry, and her white pointed chin was shattered to pieces.

"What monk Zixu?"

Yan Meiniang on the side said in astonishment.

Dongfang Zhi, Xia Jiuyou and other cultivators also looked at Yan Zhuxin with confused eyes.

Yan Zhuxin came back to his senses and said: "It is said that the ancestor of the blood witch 20,000 years ago accepted three disciples. The eldest disciple was called Baguio, who had the highest cultivation. The second disciple was called Qingyangzi, and the third disciple was A blood monk named Monk Zixu...

"The three disciples of the blood witch ancestors also died in the great battle between good and evil 20,000 years ago. Our Yan tribe has been looking for the bodies of these three people and wanted to bury them. I worshiped him in the Blood Witch Holy Land, but I have never found him. Now, the body of Monk Zixu has actually appeared in this 'Hell of Ten Directions'."

Hearing this, everyone present could not help but be slightly shocked.

Most of the people here are aware of the existence of the Yan tribe and have lived in the Yan tribe for a period of time before entering this cemetery of gods and demons.

However, no one knows the history of the Yan tribe.

Breathing out a breath, Yan Mei Niang touched her forehead: "So, this so-called 'Hell of Ten Directions' is a small tower that seals the three disciples of the Blood Witch. The first floor is Monk Zixu, and the second floor is , is Qingyangzi, and the third floor is Baguio.”

After a pause, Yan Meiniang continued to speculate: "Obviously, in the distant past, the reason why the blood witch sealed the bodies of her three disciples into the small blood-colored tower was because she was worried about the Yan tribe. Future generations will use the bodies of the three of them to do evil and cause harm to the world. "

Makes sense!

Hearing this, everyone on the field nodded in agreement.

The center of the martial arts field.

Seeing a blood monk suddenly rush out from the first level of "Hell of Ten Directions", Qin Yi blinked in surprise.

In the past, he had made countless conjectures about the first level of the "Ten Directions Hell", but the scene before him seemed like something he could not even imagine in his dreams.

But it was obvious that the blood monk in front of him was just a corpse, because he could not feel the slightest breath of life on his body.

He can count the beads and chant Zen now, which should be out of instinct or his spiritual consciousness.

"What the hell is this?"

Seeing Qin Yi suddenly take out a blood-colored small tower, and then a blood monk suddenly rushed out of the blood-colored small tower, Donggong Fu also opened his mouth in surprise.

"A treasure that can kill you."

Qin Yi held the blood-colored small tower in his hand and said lightly.

"This blood monk is obviously just a dead body. Do you think a dead body can kill the 47th-ranked Divine Guard on the Jiuzhou Church Divine Guard List? It's really ridiculous."

Donggong Fu sneered disdainfully.

The next moment.

He held a black sword more than ten feet long and rushed towards Qin Yi frantically. In an instant, he killed in front of Qin Yi.

Qin Yi directly teleported again, and the whole person disappeared on the spot.

At the moment he disappeared, a Buddhist bead made of blood suddenly hit Donggong Fu fiercely, exuding a strong breath of death.

"Bang!"

The speed and power of the blood Buddhist bead were unparalleled, and it instantly pierced Donggong Fu, leaving a blood hole in his body.

Donggong Fu suddenly froze in the air, looked down at the blood hole on his body made by the blood Buddhist bead in disbelief.