The blade stopped half an inch away from the withered scalp.
The agitated Blade Qi had cut the skin on the old man's forehead, and the dirty blood flowed down the turbid eye sockets, adding a bit of comical ferocity to the indifferent face.
Not that Fang Mo is kind.
It's not like that layer of sound wave barrier can really block the eating desire of Blood Soul, Fierce Weapon.
It was the information contained in Nian Nu'er's scream that made him Spinal Dragon instinctively tighten up, locking the kinetic energy that could separate life and death within the square inch of his wrist.
"World Walker?"
Fang Mo's Adam's apple rolled, these two words rolled over the tip of his tongue, carrying a bloody smell.
Soul Depth, the Black Prison--Prison Suppressor that was originally restless, roared unwillingly under the pressure of his thoughts, and the chains and Torture Instrument shadows that were about to break out of the body shrank back to Soul Depth like the ebbing tide.
If you can't eat it, then take it.
"Fuck God!"
Fang Mo turns chopping into shooting.
The blade of the sword turned sideways, and the broad back of the blade carried tens of millions of brute force, as well as the filthy Black Qi in Nine Nether Kidney Water that specialized in defiling the human body and the foundation of bad guys, and was slapped firmly on the old man's face.
Snap--!
This crisp sound exploded in the absolute silence of Prison Cell, even overshadowing the infrasonic blast emitted by the Bone Suona.
There was no earth-shattering magic attack.
This is the slap most commonly used by street gangsters in fights, but the person slapping this slap has the power to crush steel like mud.
The old man's proud sonic barrier, which could not even be damaged by magical weapons, was like a mirror smashed by Shitou in front of this unreasonable and highly corrosive force.
Click.
The barrier breaks.
The old man flew out sideways, hit the dark brown Sound Absorbing Rock Wall like a rag sack, and then slowly slid down.
The Dog Head Suona that he regarded as life came out of his hand, rolled twice on the ground, and stopped at the feet of Fang Mo.
"Cough... cough cough..."
The old man was lying on the ground, half of his face bones had collapsed, the originally high-pitched mouth was now crooked to the base of his ears, and his black teeth were mixed with blood foam and spat on the ground.
His gray eyes finally had focus.
That's unbelievable.
There is also a deep-seated fear.
"You... dare to blaspheme..." The old man's voice was unclear, still trying to maintain that ridiculous dignity.
Fang Mo strode forward, stepped on the Dog Head Suona with the sole of his boot, exerted force with the sole of his foot, and crushed the bone tube body with a tooth-piercing creaking sound.
"Blasphemous?"
Fang Mo bent down, grabbed the old man's sparse hair, and lifted him off the ground.
The two of them were eye level.
The faint blue light in Fang Mo's eyes has not faded yet, which is a sign that [Still Water Mirror] has been activated to the extreme. He looked at the so-called God's Agent in his hand, with an expression as calm as if he was looking at dead meat on a chopping board.
"He's just a poor guy whose shell has been borrowed."
Fang Mo Clenched a fist with the other hand, Black Qi curled around the edge of the fist.
"What I'm beating is God."
Bang!
A punch hit the old man's abdomen.
There was no skill in this punch, it was purely a release of power. Nine Nether Black Qi followed the edge of the fist and penetrated into the old man's body, frantically destroying his Five Viscera Six Bowels, especially the lungs that were the source of power.
"Ugh--"
The old man's bow was reduced to a shrimp, and bile mixed with internal organ fragments spurted out.
The superior "divinity" in his body was broken up, and the suffocating Fear Field also disintegrated.
At this moment.
He is just a crippled old man who lost his legs and had his spine broken.
In Sea of Consciousness, Nian Nu'er's voice sounded again, with a bit of rejoicing after a disaster. "The official is good at it. This old guy has a ray of will of [Fear Skeleton Dispersing Form God King] in his body. If Prison Suppressor is revealed, I am afraid that even if the slave family tries its best, it will not be able to save the official."
"But now..." Nian Nu'er smiled sweetly, "You beat him into a useless dog and his divinity collapsed. Then God King's will will despise this dilapidated body, so naturally he will not care about this place."
Fang Mo Let go.
The old man was lying on the ground like a pile of mud.
"What is World Walker?" Fang Mo asked in his heart.
"The God King cannot come to the world in person, so he will select people with special fates and give them a bit of authority to walk in the world on their behalf and harvest their faith or desires." Nian Nuer explained, "This old man is the dog chosen by the God King of Lungs."
"Dog?"
Fang Mo looked at the old man at his feet, and then at the Dog Head Suona.
"Since it is a dog, it should have the consciousness of a dog."
Fang Mo bent down and picked up the suona.
It was cold in hand, but the dog head on it seemed to be still alive, grinning at him, trying to shock his mind with the remaining Sha Qi.
Fang Mo sneered, and Black Qi exploded from his palm, instantly suppressing that resistance.
"Want my lungs?"
Fang Mo took the suona and gently patted the old man's cheek, "What a coincidence, I also like yours."
"Don't... don't kill me..." The old man finally collapsed, and muddy tears flowed from his gray eyes, "I am... I am a musician... I can play music for you..."