The moonlight was pale, and the red light that shone all over the village was filled with a chilling green gray.
Those White Bone Skeleton who tore through the disguise of Human Skin moved surprisingly fast.
They were on all fours, like a group of crazy giant spiders, climbing and jumping on the walls and roofs. The rattling sounds of white bones rubbing against each other gathered together into a tide, which instantly drowned the few outsiders.
"Oh my God! What the hell is this!" Qian Dagui was so frightened that he crawled under the carriage, not forgetting to wrap his mink fur tightly, "Iron Bull! Escort! Escort!"
Iron Bull There is no need for him to shout.
This idiot has been holding back his anger for a long time.
Just now, he had no strength to fight those slippery Life Intercepting Division Death Warrior. Now that he saw such a head-to-head skeleton, it was exactly what he wanted.
"Roar!"
Iron Bull picked up the Iron Rod and it was a sweeping sweep.
Bang bang bang!
The seven or eight skeletons at the front were smashed into bone powder.
But there are too many skeletons.
They didn't seem to know fear at all, stepping on the broken bones of their companions and continuing to rush forward. The sharp Finger Bone scratched out sparks on Iron Bull's skin like pig iron.
"These are not ordinary undead." Li Mingyue cut off the cervical vertebrae of a skeleton with a knife, his face solemn, "The scriptures Runes is Buddhism are engraved on their bones!"
With the light of the sword, Fang Mo could see clearly.
Those pale bones are indeed densely carved with small regular script.
[Prajnaparamita...]
That's "Heart Sutra".
Use the most sacred scriptures to refine the most evil Bone Puppet. This extreme contrast reveals a madness that tramples the law of heaven under its feet.
"Jie Se." Fang Mo kicked to pieces a skull that was trying to bite his ankle, and turned to look at Monk who was sitting cross-legged on the roof of the carriage watching a show, "This is your Buddhism's method, why don't you come out and recognize me?"
Jie Se Monk The playful smile on his face had long since faded away.
His pair of peach blossom eyes, which always had a hint of evil aura, turned out to be frighteningly clear at this moment.
"This is not a Buddha." Jie Se stood up slowly, and the Wine Gourd in his hand was squeezed out of shape. "This is smearing shit on Buddha's face."
"Since it's shit, then shovel it out." Fang Mo said calmly.
"Amitabha."
Jie Se put his hands together and clapped his hands violently.
"Great Vajra Heavenly Dragon! World Honored Ksitigarbha! Prajna All Buddhas! Prajna Paramita!"
As he shouted loudly, the cassock behind him suddenly exploded, revealing the strong muscles on his back.
On his back, there is a tattoo of Blood Colored Tattoo without a face.
That is not a Buddha or a demon, but a Kama holding a skeleton and having a carnival.
Boom!
A bloody halo centered on Jie Se and swept away in all directions.
The skeletons that were frantically killing them were struck by this Blood Light, and their movements instantly froze.
The scriptures on their bones began to burn, emitting sizzling black smoke.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, what else do you want from this stinky body!"
Jie Se flew down, without using any weapons with his hands. He just transformed into Palm Blade and shuttled among the skeletons.
Every time a palm is struck, the green fire in the eyes of a skeleton must be extinguished and scattered into a pile of dead bones.
He was so excited to kill that he even began to recite that weird scripture with a somewhat lewd tone.
"Fang Shizhu, the real master is hiding behind." Jie Se pointed to the most magnificent ancestral hall in the deepest part of the village while killing, "The smell there is the strongest."
Fang Mo nodded.
He had already felt it.
In that ancestral hall, there is an extremely powerful aura that is greedily sucking in the Death Qi that escapes after these skeletons are killed.
"Iron Bull, open the way."
"Roar!"
Iron Bull was like a heavy bulldozer, crushing it all the way and plowing a path through Sea of White Bones.
Several people rushed to the front of the ancestral hall.
The door was closed, and there were two huge Human Skin Talismans taped to the door, with a smiling Maitreya Buddha painted in blood.
Fang Mo stepped forward and kicked the door open.
Boom!
The scene behind the door made Li Mingyue, who was used to seeing blood, couldn't help but cover his mouth.
There are no tablets dedicated to ancestors in the ancestral hall.
In the center is a Meat Mountain.
Countless corpses were sewn together with some kind of silk thread and piled up in the shape of a lotus platform.
And sitting on that Corpse Mountain Lotus Platform was a skinny old monk.
The old monk was wearing a Golden Red Kasaya made from Human Skin, and in his hand was twisting a string of Prayer Beads made from baby Finger Bone.
He closed his eyes and muttered something.
Every time he chants, the mountain of corpses will squirm, squeeze out a stream of bright red blood, and flow into the old monk's body along Lotus Platform.
As the blood and water enter the body, the old monk's dry skin will become rosy.
"This is... West Desert Blood God Temple's abandoned disciple, 'Withered Bone Venerable'!" Li Mingyue recognized this person, "He is among the top ten on Demon Suppression Division's wanted list. It is said that in order to practice 'White Bone View', he massacred three entire counties!"
"Amitabha, some great Benefactors are here, and the poor monks are welcome from afar."
Withered Bone Venerable slowly opened his eyes.
There were no pupils in those eyes, only two pulsing Green Ghost Fire.
He looked at Fang Mo and others with a compassionate smile on his face.
"The poor monk was surprised when he saw these skeletons. They are the perfect material for making my Lotus Platform Dharma Protector Vajra. Why don't you... stay?"
As his voice fell, the mountain of corpses suddenly split open.
Several huge strange claws made of countless human hands stretched out from it, carrying a disgusting fishy wind, grabbing at Fang Mo.
"Dharma Protector Vajra?"
Fang Mo smiled.
He looked at the aloof old monk as if he were looking at a plate of hard food that had just been brought to the table.
He unbuttoned his collar, revealing the three bright divine lines on his chest.
"I am not a King Kong."
Fang Mo took one step forward, and his figure disappeared instantly, leaving only an afterimage and the air scorched by the high temperature.
"I'm here to collect rent."