Hearing his words, the Long brothers also knew that they couldn't help much, so they hurriedly retreated, found a cover and hid behind. The giant hand grabbed a few times in a row, but because Leng Xuan's speed was fast enough, he escaped every time. The giant hand seemed to be a little impatient when he saw that it had failed repeatedly. I saw that the giant hand suddenly paused, and then turned from one to ten, into ten bloody hands, although the volume was not as huge as before, but each bloody hand could still grasp Leng Xuan's body.

When these hands get smaller, they are significantly faster, plus so many of them. For a while, Leng Xuan was tired of running away, and he didn't have time to fight back. At this moment, in front of him, two bloody hands stood in the way. Leng Xuan hurriedly turned around, ready to change directions. However, he soon discovered that he was surrounded by two bloody hands, and even a pair of hands on top of his head to prevent him from escaping from the air.

Seeing this, Leng Xuan couldn't help but smile bitterly, he was actually surrounded. His mind spun rapidly, searching for a solution. However, before he could think of a way, the ten bloody hands had already pounced on him from all directions. Leng Xuan, who had no way to escape, took a deep breath, and the golden true qi instantly spread all over his body. For the sake of his own safety, he even summoned the flames of the Nine Yang Casting Divine Technique, in an attempt to break through the siege of these bloody hands.

When these bloody hands came to Leng Xuan's approach, they immediately condensed together, turning into a square enchantment space, sealing him inside. Leng Xuan looked at the blood cloud that was tightly wrapped around him, and his heart suddenly sank. He found that the flames on his body could not withstand the strong death breath. It's not that the flames are ineffective, it's just that the dead air is too large and rich, and the flames on his body can't handle it at all.

Under the offset of the two, the flames protecting Leng Xuan's body began to gradually weaken, but the dead qi in the blood cloud only decreased a little, almost negligible. When the flames disappeared, Leng Xuan could only use his true qi to resist. However, the true qi in his body couldn't last long at all. At this moment of crisis, Leng Xuan frowned and forced himself to calm down. The more times like this, the more you should not mess with your mind.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and something came to mind. He stretched out his hand and quickly reached into his arms, and then saw the golden light in his hand flashing, and the dragon descending staff was held in his hand. Leng Xuan held the dragon descending staff in both hands and slammed it to the ground. Suddenly, I saw a dazzling golden light emanating from the dragon descending staff, and the surrounding blood clouds seemed to have touched something terrible, and they hurriedly retreated, not daring to step forward easily.

Leng Xuan laughed in his heart, this thing really works. He just thought that the old man Fengzhi who gave him the dragon descending staff was a teacher of Buddhism and Taoism, and the two spiritual weapons in his hand, a small bronze bell was a Taoist spiritual weapon, which was given to the dragon's head, and the other dragon descending staff was a Buddhist spiritual weapon. Since this dragon scepter is a Buddhist spiritual weapon, it has naturally been blessed by Buddhism and has a pure Buddhist atmosphere.

And that blood cloud was composed of death qi, which happened to be restrained by the power of Buddhism. Therefore, Leng Xuan thought of using the Buddha light of the dragon descending staff to force those dead qi back. He grasped the top of the Dragon Descending Staff in one hand, and at the same time, he continuously transmitted his true qi. Through the blessing of his true qi, the Buddha light emitted by the dragon descending staff was even more dazzling.