Rainwater mixed with Black Blood, forming a winding stream in the muddy ground.
Fang Mo Blood Soul Long Saber buzzed in the palm, not trembling, but the excitement before bloodthirsty.
Inside Lung Gold Divine Treasury, Geng Gold Killing Aura is like boiling water rolling, pouring into the blade along the meridians.
The originally dark red blade was covered with a layer of pale and dazzling gold and iron aura.
Without any fancy start, Fang Mo crushed the dead bones under his feet and tore through the rain curtain with his body.
Wherever the blade passed, the air was split and a slight scream was heard.
As soon as the Living Corpse wearing Rusted Iron Armor at the front raised its rotten arm, its vision suddenly shifted.
Its neck bones, as hard as iron, were as brittle as rotten wood in front of Blood Soul, which was holding Geng Gold Killing Aura.
The head flew up, but there was no blood at the broken neck, only a sticky mass Black Mist exploded.
The headless corpse fell forward with the help of inertia. Fang Mo didn't even look at it. His official boots crushed his sternum, and Borrowing Strength jumped deeper.
"Follow up!"
Fang Mo's voice was cold and hard, and it was extremely penetrating in this noisy rainy night.
Iron Bull follows closely behind.
Mute, who usually only works hard, now displays frightening destructive power.
The Cast Iron Great Hammer in his hand does not focus on any moves, it is purely a release of strength and weight.
Sledgehammer sweep.
Three Living Corpse that tried to attack were hit in the waist.
The sound of broken bones was intensive, and rotten flesh and Black Blood were sprayed out in a fan-shaped pattern. Living Corpse, which could still be discerned as a human, instantly turned into several pools of mud and stuck to the tree trunk.
Iron Bull kept walking, and every time he touched down, the mud on the ground would rise half a foot high.
Jie Se Monk moved erratically. The Red Robe was particularly eye-catching in the dark forest. Skull Prayer Beads spread out in the hand, and eighteen White Bone Prayer Beads floated around the body.
"Go."
Jie Se Fingertip flick.
When Prayer Beads fired, he did not directly touch the rough and fleshy Living Corpse torso, but focused on drilling into weak spots such as eye sockets and ear holes.
Phew. Phew. Phew.
After a few muffled sounds, Living Corpse, who was hit by Prayer Beads, stopped moving, and then golden-red flames spurted out from its seven orifices.
It was Buddhist True Fire, but there was a viciousness about burning corpses and eradicating traces.
The flames burned from the inside out, burning those corpses into ashes in an instant, and even their Corpse Poison were purified cleanly.
Qian Dagui huddled in the center of the team, his face turned pale, but his hands did not stop.
He took out a stack of bright yellow talismans from his arms, grabbed a handful and threw them out without looking at the grade.
"Dragon Tiger Mountain Five Thunder Talisman! Blow up Fatty!"
Boom! Boom!
The lightning exploded among the corpses, the arc jumped, and the evil things were burnt black.
"This one is fifty taels... That is Mao Mountain's Blazing Fire Talisman, eighty taels a piece! My silver!" Qian Dagui wailed as he threw it away, trembling with distress, but his hands moved faster and faster, for fear that if he was slow for a moment, he would be torn apart by those big rotten mouths.
Old Yan was guarding Qian Dagui, holding Boning Knife behind his back, shrinking into an inconspicuous gray shadow. Whenever a fish that slipped through the net broke through the talisman blockade and came within three feet of Qian Dagui, a cold light would flash through.
That was a very fast knife.
Either break the hamstring or cut the throat. Old Yan kills corpses not for publicity, but for efficiency. Those Living Corpse who fell down often lose their ability to move before they understand what happened, and can only scratch in the mud in vain.
Li Mingyue Hand in the rear.
Spring Embroidered Saber turned into a silver screen of light in her hands. Demon Suppression Division's "Ice Art" was running, and the surrounding rain condensed into ice prisms, which shot out with Blade Qi.
Living Corpse, which was near the rear, moved slower and slower, and its joints were covered with white frost. It was finally frozen in place, and was then chopped into ice slag by Blade Qi, which followed closely behind.
The group of people were like red-hot sharp knives, cutting hard into this piece of carrion.
The further you go, the fewer Living Corpse are, but the feeling of depression increases exponentially.
The surrounding trees have long since died, their branches are strangely twisted, and their skins are charred black, as if they had been burned by fire.
The soil underfoot is no longer slippery mud, but has become dry, hard, and even a little hot to the feet.
When the rain falls here, it turns into white smoke and evaporates before it touches the ground.
The mist is mixed with the smell of Sulfur mixed with rotten meat.
The group of people fought and retreated, and finally broke through the Corpse Tide on the outside and came to a slightly open space.
Here is the core of Mass Grave.
Also Burial Ground of Fang Dashan.
However, the sight in front of him made Fang Mo's heart sink to the bottom.
There is no grave bag.
There are no tombstones.
Where Stone Tablet, the tomb of loving father Fang Dashan, should have stood, now there is only a bottomless Big Pit left.
The soil around Big Pit showed a strange burnt black color with a hint of heat, which was particularly dazzling in this cold rainy night.
The Fang Mo piece of Stone Tablet carved by his own hands was broken into three pieces and thrown away in the muddy water like garbage.
"Dad..."
Fang Mo looked at the broken Stone Tablet, his eyes instantly Crimson.
An indescribable rage erupted from his chest. The Bone Weapon inside Lung Gold Divine Treasury shook violently, and the sound that came out was no longer a hum, but a scream.
"Who did this?!"
The voice of Fang Mo is like an evil ghost from Nine Netherworlds, echoing in the empty Mass Grave.
No one answered.
Only among the Big Pit, there was a dull sound similar to the beating of a heart.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Every time it beats, the surrounding charred soil will light up with a dark red line, flickering on and off like breathing.
Fang Mo felt a burning pain in his chest.
It was some kind of power that had been dormant in the body, but it was awakened at this moment.
There seems to be a flame being ignited in the heart, echoing the rhythm in Big Pit.
"Be careful! There's something weird in this pit!"
Li Mingyue's face changed drastically. She could feel the terrifying high temperature emanating from the Big Pit. It was a blazing heat that even her Ice True Qi couldn't suppress.
"Not Corpse Qi."
Jie Se Monk didn't smile either, with a solemn expression, staring at Big Pit, "It's Fire Toxin. It's also Karma Fire recorded in the Buddhist scriptures. There's something extraordinary sealed underneath."
Just then.
Big Pit The soil at the edge suddenly exploded.
Four figures emerged from the ground and lined up in all directions, surrounding Fang Mo and others.
These four people were all wearing scarlet monk robes and skull crowns. Their faces were as gaunt as ghosts, with only those pairs of eyes burning with fanatical and crazy flames.
Blood God Temple, Four Great Blood Monks.
"Amitabha."
The leader, an old monk, clasped his hands together and said in a hoarse and harsh voice, "I have been waiting for you for a long time. Fang Shizhu, you are finally here."
Fang Mo glanced across the four people, and finally landed on the old monk.
"Did you dig my father's grave?"
The old monk smiled slightly, and the smile touched the wrinkles on his face, like the bark of an old tree cracking.
"Fang Shizhu is serious. Your father's physical body has long since decayed. The poor monk just helped him clean up the house and retrieve the Sacred Object that I, the Buddha, lost."
"Sacred Object?"
He pulled out the Blood Soul Long Saber from his waist and pointed the tip of the knife diagonally at the ground.
"I don't care what it is God King or Sacred Object."
"I only know that it is my territory."
Fang Mo took a step forward, and the scorched earth cracked under his feet.
"In my territory, dig my grave and rob my things."
"You bald asses, have you ever asked me about this knife?"
The old monk's eyes glowed red, and his skinny hands quickly formed a strange seal.
"Stubborn."
"That being the case, then use Benefactor and Essence Blood to open the seal for Sacred Object."
"Form up!"
The four Blood Monk shouted in unison, and the Blood Qi around them surged, turning into four scarlet light pillars rising into the sky, intertwining into a huge blood network above the Mass Grave.
"Blood River Purgatory, up!"