Coming out of the secret passage of the Yihong Pavilion, it was already late at night outside.
The rain has stopped, but the air is still filled with a damp, earthy smell.
The lights on Changle Street were much sparser, with only the watchman banging his clapper and feebly shouting that it was dry and dry.
Fang Mo did not reply directly to the Punishment Department.
He stood on the empty street and took a deep breath.
There is no powdery atmosphere of Red Sleeve Beckons here, only the coldness and loneliness of the night.
At this moment, the scene inside Fang Mo is completely different from the outside world.
In the newly opened Kidney God Treasury, the torrential Black Water was roaring and roaring according to some ancient and domineering rhythm.
With every breath, the soles of the feet Yongquan Acupoint are like swallowing whales, greedily grabbing the Earth Vein Yin Sha deep in the earth.
These breaths flow upstream along the meridians, and are transformed by the Pink Gold shrines in the kidneys, turning into thick, cold and vital Black Vital Energy, washing the limbs and bones with every breath.
"What a tireless skin."
Fang Mo whispered, his voice dispersed in the wind. He raised his head and looked past the closed shop doors on both sides of Long Street, and fell into the thick shadow at the end of the street.
There was no one there, not even the slightest sound of breathing could be heard.
But in the perception of Fang Mo, which has been tempered by Netherworld Ghost Eye and Still Water Mirror, the darkness is like boiling asphalt in the same pot, rolling with several groups of undisguised malice.
That Aura is cold and sharp, with the blood evil that can only be cultivated by those who have been immersed in killing for many years, and the Cold Iron flavor unique to the Punishment Department standard weapons.
Five people. Their breaths are long and their steps are steady. They have obviously been dormant here for a long time.
"Have you been waiting for a long time?"
Fang Mo did not avoid it, but walked over in a swaggering manner, the soles of his boots making a squeaking sound when they stepped into the stagnant water.
The people in the shadows didn't seem to expect that the target would be so cooperative. After being stunned for a moment, they simply stopped hiding.
Swish, swish, swish!
Five Black Shadow sprang out from the alleys and rooftops, blocking Fang Mo in the middle of the road in a fan shape.
They were all dressed in black and masked, holding Wild Goose Feather Blade, and hanging on their waist was Formless Waist Token without any words on it.
"Captain Fang."
The leader was tall and his voice was hoarse, as if there was a mouthful of sand in his throat. "We, Mr. Hundred Households, invite you. Come with us. Don't make it difficult for you and me."
Fang Mo stopped and tilted his head to look at these people.
"Lei Heng's Dogs?"
The leader's eyes were sharp. "Lord Fang, be careful. There are some names that you cannot call directly."
"Be careful what you say, uncle." Fang Mo grinned, showing his white teeth, "I was worried that I had no place to vent my anger, so you guys came to my door. Old Bastard Lei Heng is really considerate."
"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink!"
The leading man in black stopped talking nonsense and waved his hand. "Go! Just break the limbs and take them back with you!"
Boom!
Four men in black rose up at the same time, their swords blazing like swordsmanship, blocking all Fang Mo's escape routes.
These people are all Bone Forging Realm's masters, and they cooperate with each other tacitly. They are obviously Death Warrior who specialize in doing this kind of dirty work.
If it were placed a few days ago, Fang Mo would still have to use [Still Water Mirror] to predict, and then use [Blood Soul] to deal with it.
But now?
Fang Mo stood on the same spot, not moving.
Until the moment when the four knives were about to hit him.
"Too slow."
Boom!
An extremely dull heartbeat came from Fang Mo's body.
It's not from the heart, but from the kidneys.
It was a terrifying explosive force like River Dike Break.
Fang Mo didn't even draw his sword.
He simply took a step forward, and the muscles of his right arm instantly swelled, like an awakened python, and he punched the man in black directly in front of him without any fancy.
A trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the man in black.
You dare to hit the Hundred Refined Steel knife with just a physical fist?
He couldn't change his moves in time, so he could only pour Internal Energy into the blade and chop it down hard.
Click!
The crisp sound of metal breaking was particularly harsh in the night.
The Wild Goose Feather Blade, which was strong enough to cut iron like clay, shattered like a crisp biscuit the moment it came into contact with Fang Mo's fist.
Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of fists entering flesh.
Poof--!
The chest of the man in black collapsed directly, his back bulged high, and then exploded into a ball of Blood Mist. The whole man seemed to have been hit by a battering ram from the front, flying backwards, knocking down half of the wall on the roadside, and became a puddle of mud when he landed.
One punch.
Instant kill Bone Forging Realm.
The remaining three men in black froze, and the murderous intent in their eyes instantly turned to panic.
What is this Monster?
Didn't the intelligence say that this guy was just in the early stages of the Organ Refining Realm and got to the top by luck? The strength of this punch was no more than that for even the master at the top of the Viscera Tempering Realm!
Fang Mo retracted his fist, looked at the skin that was not stained with any blood, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Sure enough, only this kind of fist-to-flesh touch is the most reassuring."
He looked at the remaining three people, his eyes like looking at three moving sandbags.
"Run!"
The leader reacted very quickly, shouted loudly, turned around and ran away.
"Can you run?"
Fang Mo Stomped the ground with the soles of his feet.
Boom!
The ground Bluestone exploded. With the force of this stamp, his whole body was like a cannonball, instantly spanning a distance of ten feet and appearing behind the leader.
His big hand reached out and directly grabbed the back of the man's head.
"Get down here!"
Fang Mo Use your arm to push down.
Bang!
The man's head was hit hard on the ground, and a Big Pit was smashed out of the hard Bluestone Slab, causing gravel to fly.
When the other two people saw this, they were so frightened that they ran wildly in two directions.
"Nine Netherworlds·Lock!"
Fang Mo gave a low drink.
The Kidney Palace in his body vibrated, and an invisible Yin Sha Qi spread out along the soles of his feet, turning into two dark shadows, like Ghost Hand extending from hell, and instantly caught up with the two people and wrapped tightly around their ankles.
"Ah!"
The two of them felt that their legs were as heavy as lead, and they fell to the ground with a thud.
Fang Mo walked over slowly, kicked one at a time, and broke their spines.
From start to finish, it only takes ten breaths.
The leader was not completely dead, and was struggling in the pit with blood on his face.
Fang Mo squatted down, grabbed his hair and lifted his face up.
"Go back and tell Lei Heng."
Fang Mo patted the bloody face, "I'm in a good mood these days, so I asked him to wash his neck and wait. As for you..."
He pointed to the body on the ground.
"I will collect this interest first."
After saying that, he pressed his palm on the man's Heavenly Spirit Cap and activated [Gold Swallowing Stone Transformation].
A stream of pure Qi and blood was instantly extracted and turned into nutrients and filled into the Stomach Palace.
Throwing away the mummy, Fang Mo stood up and stretched his neck.
"It's really a soft persimmon, not chewy at all."
He glanced in the direction of Heavenly Prison, and the corners of his mouth curved into a cruel arc.
"Family members are cuter."