Chapter 1706 The Power of Bloody Buddha Beads

Such a scene made everyone on the sidelines blink their eyes in surprise. It turned out that the corpse of the monk Zixu actually launched an attack, and the way he attacked was the string in his hand. Blood beads.

"What a terrifying attack. Even Dong Gong Fu's defense can be broken in an instant, and his body can be penetrated directly."

Yan Meiniang sighed: "This is undoubtedly the real reason why the blood witch sealed him into the small blood-colored tower."

Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

If the blood witch didn't seal the bodies of his three disciples before his death and let them live in the world, I really don't know what kind of bloody storm would be caused!

In the martial arts field, Qin Yi quickly appeared on the other side with a small blood-colored tower in his hand. There was already a pleasant smile on his old face.

The attack power of this blood monk's corpse seems to be good. Killing Dong Gong Fu shouldn't be a big problem.

The bloody body of Monk Zixu was still sitting quietly cross-legged in meditation in the sky above the "Ten Directions Hell", his eyes lightly closed, and he kept counting the string of blood beads in his hand.

And the voice of chanting Zen words in his mouth gradually became louder.

"die!"

Amidst the loud shouts, Dong Gong Fu held the ink-colored war sword that was more than ten feet long, and once again killed Qin Yi. The speed was still as fast as the limit, and in an instant, he was in front of Qin Yi.

With "Ten Directions Hell" in hand, Qin Yi did not confront him head-on. He held "Ten Directions Hell" in his hand and teleported again, disappearing directly on the spot.

"Chi!" "Chi!" "Chi!"

At the same time that Qin Yi's body disappeared, the three blood beads were suddenly shot out during Monk Zixu's calculation, and they hit Dong Gong Fu who had already killed him.

The unparalleled power contained in those three blood beads once again instantly broke through Dong Gong Fu's defense, leaving three blood holes in his body.

Dong Gong Fu's body froze suddenly, he looked down at the three extra blood holes on his body, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

For the first time, a sense of fear grew uncontrollably in his heart.

The four blood holes on his body that were struck by the blood Buddha beads were all flowing out with blood. Within a moment, his white robe was dyed red.

Yan Meiniang, Yan Zhuxin, Dongfang Zhi and others who were fighting on the sidelines all let out a sigh of relief when they saw this scene.

"The power of the 'Ten Directions Hell' seems pretty good. Killing Dong Gong Fu won't be a big problem."

Yan Mei Niang touched her forehead, and the corners of her beautiful mouth finally raised slightly, outlining a charming smile.

"That's natural. How can any of the three major disciples of our blood witch ancestors be ordinary people? Even if it is just a dead body, it is more than enough to kill Dong Gong Fu."

Yan Zhuxin, who was on the side, straightened the two super-sized seats in front of her chest in a subtle way. There was obviously a little pride on her delicate little face that was slightly raised.

The blood witch ancestors are the pride of their Yan tribe. In the hearts of every Yan tribe member, they are existences comparable to the ancient immortal emperors.

Seeing the obvious pride on Yan Zhuxin's face, Yan Meiniang, Dongfang Zhi and others around her all smiled silently.

However, they had to admit that the Blood Witch from 20,000 years ago was indeed unimaginably powerful. The three disciples under his command were able to defeat Dong Gong Fu with only dead bodies.

But having said that, the blood witch is a semi-saint-level existence, and his strength is definitely comparable to that of the second-generation pope of the Kyushu Holy See. Can he be weak?

"I don't believe that the divine guard who is ranked 47th on my list of divine guards of the Kyushu Holy See can't defeat a dead blood monk."

In the center of the martial arts field, Dong Gong Fu was completely furious. He held the black sword that was more than ten feet long and rushed towards Qin Yi like crazy.

His eyes were as red as a bloodthirsty beast, and his eye sockets were completely opened. There were two shocking lines of bright red blood flowing from the corners of his eyes, and his black hair was like weeds.

Grass!

This Dong Gong Fu actually fell into a state of madness!

Seeing Dong Gong Fu rushing towards him like a savage with an ink-colored war sword, Qin Yi blinked in disbelief. Then he did not dare to be careless and hurriedly injected his mysterious energy into the "Ten Directions Hell".

As he injected profound energy, the sound of Zen chanting by Monk Zixu, who was sitting cross-legged in the sky above the "Hell of Ten Directions", became louder and louder, like a big bell.

"Chi!" "Chi!" "Chi!"...

This time, six blood beads were suddenly shot out from the hands of Monk Zixu, and they hit Dong Gong Fu hard, easily leaving six bloody holes in Dong Gong Fu's body.

Dong Gong Fu's figure, holding the ink-colored war sword and charging towards him crazily, stagnated again.

"die!"

At this time, Qin Yi's face had become extremely old, and he saw that he was on the verge of old age and death. He no longer wasted any time, held the "Ten Directions Hell" in his hand, stepped forward, and rushed towards the East Palace Fu.

And under the crazy stimulation of his profound energy, monk Zixu shot out nine blood beads in his hand, turned into nine blood glows in the air, and hit Donggong Fu fiercely.

"Pop!" "Pap!" "Pap!"...

The nine blood beads all hit Dong Gong Fu's body, making nine bloody holes.

At this moment, Dong Gong Fu's body had still turned into a sieve. There were more than a dozen blood holes, and the blood that kept flowing out had already completely dyed him into a bloody man, and he looked extremely miserable.

"Boy, go to hell!"

Donggong Fu growled like a beast, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He held the ten-foot-long black sword tightly in both hands, and staggered towards Qin Yi step by step. Every step he took left a blood mark on the ground.

His originally handsome face had already become hideous, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were full of hatred, anger and unwillingness.

Qin Yi hunched his back, and his slightly turbid eyes radiated a cold light. Donggong Fu was his mortal enemy, and he could not have any mercy on him.

"Donggong Fu, your life ends here!"

Qin Yi's voice was extremely indifferent.

The next moment.

Monk Zixu above the "Ten Directions Hell" kept counting with his fingers, and a full twelve blood Buddhist beads suddenly rushed out and hit Donggong Fu fiercely, leaving twelve blood holes directly on his body.

Donggong Fu's body stiffened, and the black sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and streams of blood gushed out of his mouth.

"I don't believe it. My strength ranks 47th on the Divine Guard List. How can a clown like you end my life? I will tear you to pieces!"

While roaring, Donggong Fu kicked his legs with all his strength, and with endless hatred and unwillingness, he pounced on Qin Yi fiercely.

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