"Shura Fist!" The Saint Asura roared with both heads, the sound was like muffled thunder, and the six fists came out at the same time, like beating drums, and the blood mist all over the sky moved with it, like a man-eating devil!
Feng Jinghong's divine form did not move, and the five-color divine ring appeared behind her head. The sacred and bright light dispersed the eternal blood mist, freezing time and space.
The ferocious expression of Saint Asura was frozen on his face, like a mosquito sealed in amber, unable to move at all.
Feng Jing Hong pointed his finger like a sword and struck it down on the head.
As neatly as a knife cuts through tofu, Saint Asura was split into two halves by the light of the sword, and fell helplessly into the sea of blood.
"This is a damned response." Feng Jinghong stared carefully at the broken piece of the body that fell into the sea. His sword even cut open its soul.
But soon he was surprised. He saw the waves surging, faintly whirlpool-like, and the nearby sea water and fog were sucked in.
Just ten seconds later, the sea surface exploded, and the Asura Saint rushed out again. His body in two halves was restored to its entirety, and his expression became even more crazy.
"Unless the sea of blood dries up, and until Shura dies, no one here can defeat our clan!" Saint Asura roared and continued to attack.
In the Nether Sea of Blood, the spiritual energy is impure and the avenue is not revealed, so the monks' ability to exert their strength will be more or less restricted.
But the Asura tribe is like a fish in water, and their combat power and resilience will be strengthened.
Given the ebb and flow of the situation, it would indeed be a bit troublesome to deal with an Asura clan of the same realm here.
But for Feng Jinghong, it was really just a little troublesome.
"Immortal? Haha, what a loud tone! I want to see how strong you are!" Feng Jinghong sneered.
"Wow, the little thief shall die!" After being injured, the Asura Saint became more violent and even more powerful than before.
"Sun Fist!" Feng Jinghong's blood energy surged into the sky, her fist was like the sun, and the terrifying real fire of the sun distorted the void.
"Poof!" With a muffled sound, Saint Asura's fist seal was broken, and six arms were instantly blasted into pulp. The terrifying power spread to the whole body, and the strong body was shattered inch by inch, and then completely evaporated by the true fire of the sun.
A blood-colored soul fled towards the blood sea, and Feng Jinghong fired two beams of chaotic destruction from his eyes to directly annihilate it.
This time, Saint Asura failed to resurrect and completely disappeared from the world.
"How dare you claim to be immortal with this little trick, who else will die if you don't die!" Feng Jinghong snorted disdainfully.
After killing this reckless saint, Feng Jinghong continued his search, but in the next day he only found a piece of Death Soul Jade, and then he had no other gains. Instead, he met two more Asura tribesmen.
These two people were just as arrogant as the one I met before, and even more brainless. They dared to speak arrogant words even though they were not saints. Feng Jinghong was slapped to death casually.
However, the trouble was that one of the Asuras sent a signal before his death. So Feng Jinghong was blocked by a group of Asuras half a day later.
Two saints, eight semi-saints, and dozens of powerful men surrounded him.
"As expected of the only native in this sea of blood, this strength is really good!" Feng Jinghong lightly praised.
Although these people are not enough to fight on their own, the Asura clan can assemble such a team so quickly in the boundless sea of blood. This strength is no weaker than that of the ancient royal clan.
"Who are you? How dare you kill my Asura clansmen?" The person who asked was one of the two leading saints.
This is a female Asura, with beautiful appearance and graceful figure. She wears a thin red gauze that only covers a few key parts.
The combination of the evil spirit in the eyebrows and the voluptuous appearance creates a unique sense of beauty and temptation.
"Kill him or her, how will you treat me?"
Feng Jinghong answered nonchalantly, and at the same time, his eyes scanned the body of this beautiful female saint of the Asura tribe.
No other ideas, just to satisfy curiosity.
"You are looking for death!" The Asura female saint raised her eyebrows and stabbed him with a red tassel spear.
"It seems that they are just different in appearance, but they are all a bunch of lunatics on the inside." Looking at the Asura girl's red eyes, Feng Jinghong made a judgment.
He also stabbed the gun with his finger like a knife, and the strong force shocked the Asura girl's body to numbness.
Then he grabbed the spear with his backhand and swept it out. The spear's light flashed across like a crescent moon. The slender and white waist of the Asura female saint was instantly broken into two parts, and blood spattered in all directions.
With one successful blow, Feng Jinghong showed no mercy and struck his head with a spear, intending to kill him directly.
At the critical moment, the Asura female saint directly exploded herself, turning into countless blood droplets and scattering.
"Little tricks!"
Feng Jinghong opened his Chaotic Eyes, intending to find the blood drops hidden by his soul, but was surprised to find that these blood drops were exactly the same, with no difference between the main body and the clone.
Every drop of blood evenly contains its own essence and a little bit of soul, completely evenly.
Feng Jinghong was stunned for a moment. The gun slowed down and only wiped out a small part of the blood drops. Most of them escaped and reorganized into the true form of Asura Female Saint in the distance.
She was breathing heavily, her face was a little pale, but she was not fatally injured, and she was staring at Feng Jinghong with burning eyes.
"Interesting!" Feng Jinghong's eyes brightened slightly. It had been a long time since he had encountered a secret technique that interested him.
After being defeated in one move, the female saint realized how powerful Feng Jinghong was. With a wave of her bare hand, she snatched the gun from a semi-saint's hand and pointed it at Feng Jinghong:
"Blood-forming God Formation!"
"Yes!" A group of Asura warriors responded cheerily.
Although they are not very smart, they seem to have a very strict hierarchy and execute orders without hesitation.
Dozens of Asura warriors quickly dispersed, their ferocious blood energy rising, forming a large killing formation.
Feng Jinghong was proficient in the secrets of word formation, and he could see part of the secret of the formation with a simple glance.
It uses two saints as sword blades to concentrate the attack power of all warriors at one point, and it can also mobilize the power of the blood sea to a greater extent, which is extremely subtle.
After this group of Asura warriors formed an formation, Feng Jinghong felt a slight sense of threat.
"Interesting!" Feng Jinghong said this again.
There are very few battle formations of this level in heaven, and the Asura clan's heritage is deeper than I expected.
Waves of blood rolled, mist rolled, and the momentum of both sides gradually increased.
But at this moment, the expressions of the two Asura saints suddenly changed, and their murderous intent stopped.
"Just wait, our clan will never let you go!"
The female saint gave Feng Jinghong a fierce look, and then left with the troops without looking back.
Feng Jinghong thought for a while and followed quietly.
There is no limit to the sea of blood, but the Asura clan seems to have a way of positioning themselves and is moving extremely fast.
Follow them and encounter more and more creatures along the way.
Most of them are Asuras, and there are a few other races, but generally they are undead races, such as bone spirits, zombies, etc.
Two hours later, Feng Jinghong followed them to a special sea area.
Here huge waves surge into the sky, blood mist boils, blood-colored thunder flashes in the sky, and the vitality is extremely chaotic.
"Boom!" There was an explosion, and then a hurricane hit. Feng Jinghong instantly judged that someone was fighting.
Sure enough, when he went a little deeper, he immediately made a discovery.
Amidst the billowing blood mist, a rumbling Buddha chant could be heard. The golden Buddha light illuminated half of the sky, and the eternal blood mist was forced to open.
A clear and ferocious female voice came: "Jin Chanzi, you Buddhists, don't bully others too much!"