The God of War Challenging Heaven Chapter 1705: The corpse of Monk Zixu

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Everyone outside the court heard the crazy long laughter from Donggongfu, and they all blinked in disbelief.

The Donggong Fu, who has always been indifferent to the bones, is laughing wildly at this moment. This kind of scene is really weird to the extreme.

The crazy long smile of Donggong Fu, suddenly closed, the eyes full of killing intent, staring at Qin Yi, the words spit out in his mouth, as if frozen for ten thousand years: "You have already In this way, even if I don’t do it to you, you will die of old age soon. You actually said that today may be my death date. What is your support?"

"However, I won't let you die of old age, I will kill you in the craziest and most depressing way!"

The ink-colored little sword in his hand suddenly skyrocketed to ten feet long again in an instant, and his toes suddenly rose in the air. With the help of the extremely weak air buoyancy, it quickly slew towards Qin Yi.

The hatred of Donggongfu towards Qin Yi had long been like a surging river, and it all broke out at this moment.

At this time, there is only one thought in his mind, that is to kill Qin Yi and tear him to pieces like crazy!

His eyes were wide, staring at the old white-bearded man with a spear in front of him, and even his eyes were almost open.

At this moment, he even wished that he was a bloodthirsty beast. He tore the old white beard in front of him to pieces, and then drank his hot blood.

In his wide eyes, the reflection of the white-bearded old man zoomed in extremely fast.

Palsy, this Donggong Fu usually pretends to be indifferent with an indifferent appearance. Once crazy, it is rare to see it!

His eyes condensed slightly, and Qin Yi sighed in disbelief as he stared at the Donggong Fu that was like a bloodthirsty beast.

"Dead!"

A hundred meters away from Qin Yi, the Donggong Fu, which has been completely mad, is a sword that can't wait to cut it out.

As the sword cut out, on the sharp blade, an arc-shaped sword light, tens of meters wide, pitch black, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, severely slashed to the front of Qin. Yi.

The heaven and the earth in this area suddenly went dark with the appearance of this pitch-black sword light.

The overwhelming killing intent that seemed like a huge wave made it even more so, as if it fell into the Nether Jedi in an instant.

"The completely crazy Donggong Fu is simply a **** of death!"

Everyone outside the venue couldn't help but exclaim.

Many people can't help but swallow hard.

However.

"Crack!"

A loud noise.

I saw that the sky-shattering sword light that Donggong Fu cleaved suddenly broke and turned into nothing.

Everyone took a look, but saw that Qin Yi was still standing there quietly in the air, with white beard fluttering and motionless, and the clothes on his body that had already been tattered, hunting.

And his hand, I don't know when, already holding a three-story blood tower.

The blood tower is only about three inches high, small and exquisite, endless blood, constantly pouring from the first layer of the blood tower, up against the sky, in the sky above the blood tower, it quickly condenses into a blood Monk.

The monk condensed from blood, sitting cross-legged in the air, pinched a string of Buddhist beads in his hands, his eyes lightly closed, and his mouth muttered.

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

Looking at the blood monk sitting cross-legged in the air, Yan Zhuxin outside the court suddenly screamed, and the snow-white pointed small chin shattered to the ground.

"What kind of monk Zixu?"

Yan Mei Niang on the side, a strange way of surprise.

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

Yan Zhuxin came back to her senses, and said: "According to legend, the blood witch ancestors 20,000 years ago received three disciples. The eldest disciple was called Baguio, the highest level of cultivation, the second disciple was called Qingyangzi, and the third disciple , Is a blood monk, called Monk Zixu...

"The three major disciples of the blood witch ancestors were also lost in the great battle between righteous and evil 20,000 years ago. Our Yan tribe has been looking for the bodies of these three people all the time. They were buried in the blood witch holy ground and worshipped, but they have not been found. Now, the body of Monk Zixu has actually appeared in this'ten directions hell'."

After hearing this, everyone present could not help but be slightly surprised.

Most people here are aware of the existence of the Yan clan. Before entering this cemetery of gods and demons, they lived in the Yan clan for a period of time.

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

With a sigh of relief, Yan Meiniang touched her forehead: "In this way, this so-called'ten directions hell' is a small tower that seals the three disciples of the blood witch. The first floor is Monk Zixu. The second floor is Qingyangzi, and the third floor is Baguio."

After a pause, Yan Meiniang went on to speculate: "Obviously, in the distant past, the reason why the blood witch sealed the corpses of her three major disciples in that small **** tower was because he was worried about Yan. The descendants of the tribe will take the corpses of the three of them and go out for evil and harm the world."

Makes sense!

After hearing this, everyone on the court nodded in agreement.

The center of the martial arts field.

Seeing that a blood monk rushed out of the first floor of "Ten Directions Hell", Qin Yi blinked his eyes unexpectedly.

Once, he made countless kinds of conjectures about the first level of "Ten Directions Hell", but the scene before him seemed to him that he could not even dream of it.

But obviously, the blood monk in front of him is just a corpse, because he can't feel the slightest breath of life on his body.

He can count Buddha beads and recite Zen words now, probably out of an instinct, or spiritual consciousness is not extinguished.

"What the **** is this?"

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

"A treasure that will kill you."

Qin Yi held the small **** tower in his hand and said lightly.

"This blood monk is obviously just a dead body. Do you think that a dead body can kill the 47th guard of the Kyushu Holy See guards list? It is really ridiculous."

Dong Gongfu sneered disdainfully.

Next moment.

He held a ten-foot-long ink-colored war sword, madly killing Qin Yi, and in that moment, he was in front of Qin Yi.

Qin Yi directly started teleporting again, and his whole person disappeared in place.

As soon as he disappeared, a buddha beads condensed with blood, suddenly hit the Donggong Fu fiercely, revealing a strong breath of death.

"Peng!"

The speed and power of the blood Buddha beads are unparalleled. It instantly penetrated the Donggong Fu, leaving a blood hole in its body.

Donggong Fu suddenly stiffened in the air, lowered his head and looked at his body in disbelief, the blood hole hit by the blood beads.