Qin Changan stomped a blood slave's head and let out a sigh of relief.
The clothes were broken and there were a lot of blood on them. This was the seventh stone temple. The Blood King's strength was getting stronger and stronger, and he suffered considerable injuries on his arms.
A large number of blood slave corpses lie around.
He shook his numb arms and walked towards the Blood King who was nailed to the wall of the stone house by a blood knife not far away. At this moment, the Blood King had turned into a mummy.
Holding the hilt of the knife, he pulled the blood knife off the stone wall, and was about to absorb the spiritual power in the relics and blood crystals as before, but suddenly he frowned and looked up suddenly in the distance.
A few dozen meters away, a red light was shooting across the sky at an extremely terrifying speed and heading towards this direction.
The speed was so fast that it had entered his sight in just a blink of an eye.
After two breaths, Qin Changan's eyes widened, his left foot stomped on the ground, and his body quickly retreated, stretching five or six meters apart.
Bang!
While his body retreated, the blood shadow hit the ground from a distance and with a bang. The huge force shattered the ground on the spot, forming a big pit.
The gravel shot out, causing a stream of smoke and dust.
Qin Changan's face was solemn, his eyes were staring at the smoke and dust, his blood knife was tightly clenched, and spiritual power continued to gush out from the spiritual source in his body, running through the meridians throughout his body.
The blood in the six blood king corpses has now been restored to two-thirds of the length of the complete period, and the killing power is even stronger, and there is a vague murderous aura surrounding the blade.
"Namo Ami Buddha."
As a Buddha's yelled, a figure slowly stepped out of the smoke and dust, put his right hand upright in front of his chest, and held a blood-colored light bowl in his left hand, locking his eyes at Qin Chang'an.
"The murder of arhats is unforgivable, and the eighteen levels of hell will be forever."
The latter had a blood-colored aperture behind his head and a majestic face. The first sentence he said had already sentenced Qin Changan to death.
He flipped his left hand and pointed the light bowl at Qin Changan. Blood light flowed in the light bowl, and a blood-colored light column rushed out of the light bowl and headed straight for Qin Changan.
Boom!
The blood light roared and came, hitting head-on.
Caught off guard, the bloody light drove Qin Changan out on the spot.
The sea of blood in Qin Changan's body was shaking, and two huge blood-colored spears condensed and formed, rushing straight to the Blood King.
The light bowl in the latter's hand moved slightly, and the light column disappeared, and a strange force emerged, aiming at the blood-colored spear, and two spears strangely pierced into the light bowl.
With a flash of blood, two spears were all buried in the light bowl and disappeared, as if they had never appeared before.
"How is that possible?"
Qin Changan seized this opportunity and turned his body around. His chest was covered in blood and blood. His clothes were shattered, his qi and blood were stimulating, and blood was hanging on the corners of his mouth, and his internal organs almost moved.
Although surprised, the reaction was not at all. The sea of blood was released instantly, like a river breaking its dam, surging wildly, setting off a wave of ten meters.
The waves rush, and countless blood-red spears condensed and formed in an instant, and the next moment, it surged out like a storm. Each spear contained a blazing flame.
The flames surging, shattering smoke and dust, driving a strong killing aura.
"Useless struggle, you have been sentenced to death by the Buddha. No matter how hard you struggle, it cannot change the result of being sent to the eighteen levels of hell."
The arhat looked at the countless flaming spears sweeping over the sky, his eyes were silent and he scolded coldly.
With his left wrist flipped, countless blood lights appeared in the light bowl again, and blood light filled it, forming a vortex in front of him. As soon as the blood light subsided, all the blood-colored spears that rushed in were swallowed up.
Under the crushing of blood light, it gradually decomposes and finally turns into pure spiritual power.
Then the light bowl flipped, and all the blood-colored power rushed out, setting off a huge light curtain in the air, turning into an ancient character.
town!
The ancient characters have old patterns and fall from the sky, as if they are the order of the sky.
"Judge me? A group of dead objects that are not even monsters. You can really put gold on your face."
The majestic aura on Qin Changan's eyes suddenly condensed, swaying in this space, the little black on his shoulders flapped his wings and swung his black flames, covering the sky.
The next moment, the sea of blood exploded, and Qin Changan turned into a blood shadow and rushed out. The blood knife burst out with a strong light, setting off an endless tide of blood sea, and the tide was burning with raging flames.
Strange and terrifying.
The power of the sea of blood in the spiritual source in the body was constantly injected into the blood knife. The phantom of the blood knife had already merged with the blood knife, and there was a killing light in his eyes, and the momentum of breaking the void condensed in an instant.
This time, the power of the Blood Sea and the Red Lotus Karma Fire merged, and its power surged twice as much as before.
Boom!
The sword force collided with blood light, and a powerful spiritual storm swept out in the central area. The strong light shone brightly, covering all directions, and the collapsed sea of blood and blood light stormed all directions.
Even the stone temple in the distance was instantly destroyed in this storm, and the stone wall was rudely overturned.
The Luohan trembled all over and his body backed for more than two meters until his left foot stepped on the ground and fell into his ankle position before he could barely stop his body. Gu Jingbubo's face finally showed a look of surprise.
Since this guy can break the Spirit Seal Order head-on?
He knew his strength and the powerful power contained in Feng Ling Ling. It was impossible for him to withstand the realm of his lower than that of him, but this guy shattered it from the front.
"It's not over yet!"
Just as he was thinking, Qin Changan rushed out of the smoke and dust with a long sword, burning flames all over his body, staring at the chaotic storm and rushing to the Luohan's approaching place.
The red flames completely wrapped around the whole body. The moment they rushed out, the body twisted and turned into a shadow of the Vermilion Bird.
A cold light shone on the sharp claws, the wings shook, and countless feathers emerged from the sky, and each feather contained violent spiritual power.
The inheritance of the Vermilion Bird, the Vermilion Bird’s Heaven-Sealing Seal!
Boom boom!!
The Luohan reacted at the last moment, and his right hand, which had been standing on his chest, finally changed. The light bowl in his hand burst out with countless blood lights at the same time.
The light bowl burst out with strong light, forming countless beams of light, twisting and struggling like a poisonous snake, stomping forward, preventing Qin Changan from moving forward.
But Qin Changan ignored it, boiling with the red lotus karma fire, becoming more and more courageous as he fought, and his flames were burning stronger and stronger. He smashed the beam of light, continued to rush, and kept approaching the arhat.
"Terrent!"
The Arhat's eyes widened, scolded him loudly, and even threw out the light bowl and floated in front of him. Countless dense sounds of chanting came from the halo in his mind.
As these Buddhist sounds sounded, nearly a hundred figures appeared behind him. Everyone clasped their hands together, looked serious, closed their eyes tightly, and chanted Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.
With the sound of the Buddhist scriptures coming out, the entire light bowl suddenly became larger, from the size of two palms to the size of a tank. The light bowl resonated with the sound of the Buddha, and a breath that was so strong that it was suffocating filled the space.