Withered Bone Venerable's will-o'-the-wisp eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment.
In his perception, although this young man's aura was weird, it was at most Organ Refining Realm Peak.
And he is sitting on Corpse Mountain Formation, and with the support of White Bone Puppets in the village, he has already half-stepped into the threshold of the Divine Treasure Realm.
How dare a mortal dare to take the initiative to punch him?
"I don't know how high the sky is!" Withered Bone Venerable snorted coldly and waved Finger Bone Prayer Beads in his hand.
Buzz!
The Prayer Beads exploded in mid-air, turning into eighteen pale skulls, each spitting out green Corpse Poison Ghost Fire, forming a Eighteen Arhat Formation under the hood.
"Poison?"
Fang Mo's figure appeared in the air. Faced with the poisonous fire that could corrode gold and iron, he refused to dodge.
He inhaled sharply.
This breath was taken very deeply, the chest was bulging high, and the [Fear Skeleton Dispersing Form]Divine Treasury in the lungs were running loudly.
The lungs belong to metal, and metal is responsible for killing and Skin and Fur defense.
Platinum White and Geng Gold Killing Aura instantly cover the whole body, turning into an invisible armor.
Zhila!
Those poisonous fires hit Fang Mo, like raindrops falling on a red-hot iron plate, and were instantly evaporated.
Immediately afterwards, Fang Mo rushed to the mountain of corpses.
"Is this what you rely on?"
Fang Mo looked at the disgusting pile of corpses, a trace of violence flashed in his eyes.
His right hand turned into a claw, and his five fingers dug deeply into the mountain of corpses.
"Give me... burn!"
Boom!
Heart Palace[Ember Vein Burning Emotion] breaks out in full force.
Crimson Gold's Tribulation Fire followed his arm and injected crazily into this Corpse Mountain Lotus Platform.
This is not an ordinary flame, this is Karma Fire that ignites emotions and burns Sins.
This mountain of corpses is made up of countless Vengeful Spirit and flesh and blood. Grievance Qi reaches the sky. This is simply the best fuel for Tribulation Fire.
"Ah--!"
Withered Bone Venerable let out a shrill scream.
Because he discovered that the fire was not burning the corpse, but was connecting along the Aura of Corpse Mountain Formation, directly burning his Divine Soul!
The pain of having his soul fried in Oil Pot made him instantly lose control of the formation.
"Bald donkey! You have today too!"
Jie Se Monk on the side saw the opportunity, and at some point there was a Precept Blade in his hand, which turned into a Blood Light and hit Withered Bone Venerable's neck.
"No! I am Blood God Temple..."
Pfft.
A withered head rose into the sky.
Withered Bone Venerable's body shook and rolled down from the burning mountain of corpses.
As the people in the main formation died, the mountain of corpses quickly collapsed and turned into a pile of stinky Black Ash.
Fang Mo retracted his hand, and in his palm, he grasped a ball of green Light Orb that was still struggling.
That is the remnant soul of Withered Bone Venerable, and the origin of his body Unorthodox Cultivation Art.
"Old man, didn't you want to eat me just now?"
Fang Mo opened his mouth and unceremoniously stuffed the ball of light into it.
Gulu.
Chaos Grindstone of the Stomach Palace turns again.
[Containment Blood God Temple Defector Withered Bone Venerable residual soul!]
[Crime: desecrating corpses and killing mortals!]
[Plunder Divine Ability: White Bone View (incomplete version), Corpse Poison Resistance!]
A warm current surged throughout my body.
Fang Mo felt that his bones seemed to have become denser and harder, and there was a faint jade-like luster under his skin.
Although this Withered Bone Venerable is a pervert, this Bone Tempering Art is really good.
"Unfortunately, it's a defective product." Fang Mo shook his head with regret. This Divine Ability is more than one level behind the inheritance of God King level.
The battle is over.
Pure Land Village returned to deathly silence again, but this time, he was really dead.
Qian Dagui shivered and crawled out from under the carriage. Looking at the broken bones and Black Ash on the ground, he couldn't help but retched.
"Okay, stop vomiting." Fang Mo kicked him, "Search for valuables and let's continue on our way."
"Ah? Are you leaving now? No rest?"
"Can you sleep in a place like this?"
The group of people set out on the road again.
The carriage ran over Stone Tablet at the entrance of the village, crushing the three characters "Pure Land Village" into pieces.
After leaving this Weird Territory, the road to the west becomes even more desolate.
The wind and sand are gradually rising.
In the next few days, they did not encounter any decent interceptions. It seemed that after that battle, the secret forces also realized that this was a difficult bone to crack and chose to wait and see for the time being.
But Fang Mo's mood has not improved.
Because along the way, he saw too many people.
No, to be precise, they are people like animals.
Groups of ragged people were strung together by ropes and driven by whips, numbly walking westward.
Their eyes are empty, they have no thoughts, no resistance, only mechanical steps.
At the front of the team is Apricot-Yellow Banner, fluttering in the wind, with the words - [Tribute] written on it.
"That's to Western Desert Pilgrimage Procession." Li Mingyue sat by the car window, his voice a little hoarse, "It is said that the Buddhas of Western Desert hold a Unrestricted Dharma Assembly every ten years, and a large number of believers are needed to listen to Buddhist Dharma."
"Listen to Buddhist Dharma?" Jie Se Monk sneered and took a sip of wine, "That's to be Two-Legged Sheep."
"Two-Legged Sheep?" Qian Dagui was puzzled.
"What Buddhas are repairing is Golden Body. If this Golden Body is not broken, someone must worship it."
Jie Se pointed to the numb crowd, "Their flesh and blood is the mud that watered Golden Body; their souls are the oil that lights the Buddha's lamp."
Fang Mo said nothing.
He just looked at those people through the car window.
In his ghostly vision, there was a thick Karma Threads attached to the tops of those people's heads.
The other end of the line extends to the distant West sky, where there is a ball of golden light that is so bright that it is dazzling.
And under that golden light, Fang Mo seemed to see a huge Buddha statue standing tall on the sky and on the ground.
The Buddha statue has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a smile on its lips.
But its base is made of countless skeletons.
And in the deepest part of the base, there was a very familiar aura of Fang Mo.
Sad.
A sadness so intense that it cannot be dissolved.
That is the breath of [Sorrowful Mist Locking Liver God King].
"Sorrowful Mist Locking the Liver..." Fang Mo murmured to himself, "It turns out that he was pressed under the Buddha's buttocks. No wonder even the wind smelled bitter along the way."
At this moment, an extremely luxurious guard of honor appeared on the road ahead.
The flag covers the sun, Golden Gourd Axe.
That's Great Qian Imperial Family's honor guard.
In the center of the team, there was a Eight-Bearer Sedan Chair. The curtain of the car was drooped so that the people inside could not be seen clearly.
But where the sedan passed by, the Two-Legged Sheep people on the roadside fell to their knees one after another, buried their heads in the sand, and shivered.
"Li Fuguo."
Li Mingyue stared at the sedan with murderous intent in his eyes.
Fang Mo held her hand down.
"Don't worry."
Fang Mo licked his chapped lips, and Taotie Mark flashed across his eyes.
"The real master has arrived, and the dishes have just begun to be served."