Chapter 1167 (1/2)

Such a scene made all the people in the appearance war blink unexpectedly. It turned out that the corpse of the Zixu monk would attack, and the way of attack was the string of blood Buddha beads on his hand.

”What a terrible attack, even the defense of Donggong Fu can be broken in an instant, and its body can be directly broken down.”

Yan Mei Niang sighed, ”this is undoubtedly the real reason why the blood witch sealed it into the blood tower.”

Hearing the speech, everyone agreed and nodded.

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

In the martial arts field, Qin Yi held the Bloody Tower in his hand and soon appeared on the other side. His old face was already filled with a touch of happy light smile.

The attack power of the corpse of the blood monk seems good. It shouldn't be a big problem to kill Donggong Fu.

Monk Zixu's blood body was still sitting cross legged quietly over the ”ten hell”, his eyes closed gently, and constantly counted the string of blood Buddha beads on his hands.

The voice of reciting Zen language in his mouth is gradually huge.

”Die!”

In the roar, Donggong Fu held the more than ten Zhang Long ink war sword and killed Qin Yi again. The speed was still fast to the limit. In an instant, he reached Qin Yi's eyes.

With the ”ten hell” in hand, Qin Yi didn't confront him at all. Holding the ”ten hell” in his hand, Qin Yi blinked again and disappeared in place.

”Hiss!”“ Hiss! ”“ Hiss! ”

While Qin Yi's figure disappeared, the three blood Buddha beads, also in the calculation of monk Zixu, suddenly hit the East Palace Fu that had been killed.

The unparalleled power contained in the three blood Buddha beads broke the defense of Donggong Fu again, leaving three blood holes in his body.

The body of Donggong Fu suddenly stiffened, looked down at the three more blood holes in his body, and jerked violently at the corners of his mouth.

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

The four blood holes hit by the blood Buddha beads on his body were gushing blood. In a moment, his white robe was dyed red.

Yan Meiniang, Yan Zhuxin, Dongfang Zhi and others in the appearance war all breathed out when they saw such a scene.

”The power of 'ten Hell' seems good. It's not a big problem to kill Donggong Fu.”

Yan Meiniang touched her forehead. The beautiful corners of her mouth finally raised slightly and outlined a charming smile.

”That's natural. The three disciples of our blood witch ancestors are not ordinary. Even if it's just a dead body, it's more than enough to kill the East Palace Fu.”

On one side, Yan Zhuxin took the two super large seats in front of her chest, vaguely light, and there was obviously a little pride in her beautiful little face.

Blood witch ancestors are the pride of their Yan tribe. In the hearts of every Yan tribe, they are comparable to the immortal ancient emperor.

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

However, they also have to admit that the blood witch 20000 years ago was indeed unimaginable. The three disciples under his command could completely defeat Donggong Fu only with dead bodies.

But then again, the blood witch is a semi holy level. Its strength can definitely be comparable to that of the second generation Pope of Kyushu holy see. Can it be weak?