Above the ground, the wind stopped.
Gold Dust was rising one after another, and a not-so-beautiful rain fell on the Gobi Desert where the setting sun was like blood.
It was the broken remains of the chain made of Demon Suppressing Stele gravel. Every grain of gold dust carried the majesty of the law of the Great Qian Dynasty for hundreds of years, but at this moment it was reduced to wasteland in the face of absolute power.
Kongji was hanging in the void. There was no Lotus Platform under his feet. Only the twisted heat waves were holding up the dry and replenished body. He looked down, and his eyes were not looking at a person. Personally, he was looking at an ant that was about to be crushed. He pressed his left hand, and the "Swastika" Buddha seal in his palm slowly rotated, making a dull crushing sound with every rotation, as if there was an invisible millstone closing between heaven and earth.
Li Mingyue was kneeling in the rubble, and the rocks under her knees were already soaked with blood. She wanted to raise her head, but her neck bones made a cracking sound under the heavy pressure. Her vision was filled with blood, and the sound of wind in her ears gradually faded away, leaving only that high-pitched voice with a sickening compassion and arrogance.
"How foolish it is for mortals to try to lock God down."
Kongji's fingers slowly pressed down. This was not because he was slow in his movements, but because he was enjoying the process. He liked to watch the struggles of living beings before death, and the look in Despair's eyes was the best tonic for him to repair Golden Body.
Ten feet.
Five feet.
Three feet.
The phantom of Golden Giant Palm had already stuck to the top of Li Mingyue's head. The strong wind made her hair dance wildly, and fine Blood Bead oozed from her skin.
However, the moment that finger was about to touch the Li Mingyue Tianling Cap, the Law of this world changed.
There was no strong wind and no rolling thunder.
All sounds were forcibly erased by some more domineering force in an instant.
The sound of the wind stopped, the sound of rolling gravel stopped, and even the roar of the rotating "" Buddhist seal suddenly disappeared. The world fell into an absolute dead silence, so quiet that one could hear the sound of blood coagulating in the blood vessels.
Kongji's downward-pressing finger froze in mid-air.
The golden light of the body protection was still bright, Brocade Kasaya was still luxurious, but he felt a chill. This chill did not come from the drop in temperature, but from Soul Depth's trembling, from the instinctive fear of a low-Divine Rank creature being targeted by natural enemies.
He raised his head suddenly, and his turbid old eyes that had seen for thousands of years pierced the sky.
A piece of the sky fell.
It was not that Cloud Layer collapsed, but that a huge hole appeared in the sky. The hole had no color, not black, not white, but a kind of pure "nothing". It crazily swallowed up the surrounding light, color, Spiritual Qi, and even the originally dim twilight of Western Desert.
What is that?
Kongji's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip. He saw something flowing at the edge of the hole. It was not spiritual power, not Yao Qi, it was Sins that was too rich to be dissolved.
Greed, tyranny, lust, fraud... Countless negative emotions are intertwined and turned into substantial gray liquid, dripping along the edge of the void. With every drop that falls, the void is corroded into sizzling white smoke.
"Kongji."
Two words.
There was no hoarse roar, no gnashing of teeth with hatred. The voice was as calm as the casual greetings of neighbors when they met, or the indifference of a judge when he drew names in the book of life and death.
But when the sound hit my ears, a crack appeared in Kongji's rock-solid Dao Heart. The red mole between his eyebrows that symbolized the origin of Dharma Aspect beat violently, as if a red-hot steel needle was piercing his Sea of Consciousness.
Boom.
The huge "nothing" fell to the ground.
There was no dust flying, no earth shaking.
Because all the materials at that location - rocks, gravel, air, were directly annihilated in an instant.
Li Mingyue There was an extra person three feet in front of him.
His naked upper body was morbidly pale, and instead of flesh and blood, there was a gray-black fluid flowing under his skin. Countless tiny black Runess were swimming around on his body, breathing and squirming like living creatures.
Fang Mo stood there without any gesture, and the surrounding space began to twist and collapse.
There was no Dharma Aspect Realm Dharma Aspect, the iconic sky and earth of the strong man, behind him, but only clouds of billowing black smoke. In those black smoke, twisted human faces loomed, roaring, biting, and laughing silently.
That was Wang Ergou's greed and fear before his death.
That's Iron Bone Liu's relentless cruelty until death.
That is the unwilling tyranny of the old monk Yuanjue.
That's Luo Changfeng's desire for power and Despair.
These dead souls who were Prison Suppression · Containment have now become part of Fang Mo's power. He bears their sins and controls their power.
This is not a person, this is clearly a walking living purgatory.
"You..."
Kongji opened his mouth, and his throat seemed to be stuffed with a handful of dry sand, so dry that he couldn't make a sound. The Dharma Aspect pressure he was so proud of, in front of the other party, was like a small boat facing the vast ocean, which could capsize at any time.
Fang Mo ignored Kongji's surprise. He lowered his head and glanced at his right hand.
That hand was burning with a flame.
The flame has no color and is as transparent as water, but it makes the surrounding space appear as broken as glass.
Colorless Karma Fire.
This is a fire that can only be lit by people who are Sins extremely serious, or who are burdened with huge karma. It does not burn the physical body, but only burns luck and merit, and is designed to destroy Golden Body Dharma Aspect.
Fang Mo raised his head, there were no pupils in his pure black eyes, only endless Abyss. He looked at Kongji as if he was looking at a bad debt in a ledger.
"You ate my horse."
Fang Mo Take the first step.
The space under your feet made the crisp sound of a broken mirror. The sound was particularly harsh in the dead silence of heaven and earth.
"Eight Dragon Blood Qilin Horse, each one is a good horse carefully selected from Northern Border. After raising it for three years, the coat color is just smooth. Qian Dagui, that prodigal son, is reluctant to even whip his whip. You shattered their internal organs and made them run to death."
Fang Mo's voice was very soft, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Kongji's heart.
"My dog, you hit me."
Fang Mo takes the second step.
The black Runes on his body began to shine, the black smoke behind him boiled, and countless Vengeful Spirit screamed sharply, eager for fresh flesh and blood.
"Old Yan, that old guy, has bad legs, so he can only bask in the sun on Prison Door's mouth. Iron Bull, that fool, has no brains and only knows how to forge iron. They are my people, I can scold them as much as I want, and order them as I want. But you gave them a slap, which was a bit hard, so hard that they are still lying on the ground and unable to get up."
Fang Mo takes the third step.
The transparent mass of Karma Fire spread along his arms and instantly enveloped his whole body. His whole body was bathed in the firelight, twisted and ferocious, like an evil ghost crawling out of Nine Netherworlds.
"You still want to kill that bitch."
Fang Mo took another step, and the transparent flame spread along his arm and instantly enveloped his whole body, "Although she has a bad temper and hasn't passed the door yet, it's not your turn to do anything."
The words left his mouth and his fists bled.
There is nothing fancy about this punch.
Neither [Ten Thousand Terrors Geng Gold Slash] nor [Liver and Intestines Shattered].
Just an ordinary straight punch.
But with this punch, the thousands of Vengeful Spirit behind Fang Mo let out a scream at the same time, and all the power gathered at this point.
Bang!
Kongji didn't even have time to open Palm Buddha Kingdom.
The Golden Body Dharma Aspect that he was so proud of were as fragile as paper in front of this punch.
That protective layer Buddha Light instantly collapsed, and the transparent Karma Fire burned directly through his chest like a gangrene attached to the bone.
"Ah--!"
Kongji let out a shrill scream.
His body was like a kite with its string cut off. It was blown hundreds of feet away by this punch, and then hit Gobi Desert in the distance.
The earth trembled, and a thousand-foot-long Abyss crack spread in the direction where he landed.
Fang Mo retracted his fist and looked down at his knuckles.
The skin and flesh were rolled over there, revealing the white bones.
But the borrowed power was too great, and in just an instant, the wound squirmed and healed.
"Happy."
Fang Mo twisted his neck and made a crisp sound like exploding beans.
He glanced at Li Mingyue, who was lying in a pool of blood with no idea of his life or death. A trace of extremely rare tenderness flashed in those pure black eyes, which were quickly overwhelmed by violence.
"Wait for me a moment."
Fang Mo said softly.
Then, he turned around and looked at the figure who was struggling to get up from Ruins, with a cruel smile on his face.
"Now, let's begin the reckoning."