The smoke and dust have not dispersed, but the golden light has dimmed.
Kongji climbed up from the pile of rubble. The Brocade Kasaya had been burned until only a few strands of cloth remained, revealing the strange half-withered and half-rotten body underneath.
On the chest, a transparent fist mark is clearly visible.
There was no bleeding at that location, because all the flesh, meridians and even bones were burned into nothingness by the strange Colorless Fire. The edge of the wound showed a glazed texture, and no matter how he urged Dharma Aspect to repair it, he could not cross the invisible line of fire.
"Sin Fire... How can you control such a thing!"
Kongji's voice was no longer calm, with a trace of undisguised horror.
Karma Fire, that's the Karma Backlash that even the Buddha would avoid. Anyone who touches it will die. Why can this kid use it as a weapon?
Fang Mo did not answer.
He took one step forward and disappeared instantly.
When it reappeared, it was above the head of Kongji.
"Wang Ergou, let's eat."
The brief command fell.
In the void behind Fang Mo, a thick mass of Black Mist exploded.
The obscene and twisted face of Wang Ergou flashed away in the mist, letting out a creepy scream. Black Mist quickly condensed into a chain of Pitch-Black Chains. There was no metallic luster on the chain. Instead, it was covered with fine suckers and barbs. Each link exuded a foul smell that caused Spiritual Qi to collapse on its own.
This is the embodiment of Plunder Authority.
Wow!
The chain broke through the air, ignoring Dharma Aspect Realm's strong Body Protection Qi, like a greedy poisonous snake, tightly wrapped around Kongji's left arm.
Kongji felt a numbness in his left arm, followed by a heartbreaking feeling of weakness. The suction cup on the chain squirmed crazily, directly sucking out the Origin Power from his body through the pores. The vast Magic Power that was originally commanded by his arm actually stagnated, as if there were countless ant nests on the dam, and Essence, Qi, and Spirit was losing like crazy.
"Get away! Lowly ghost!"
Kongji was furious, and swung out his right palm. The golden light on the edge of the palm surged, turning into a Golden Blade that could cut off the mountain range, and slashed hard at the Pitch-Black Chains.
Bang!
There was a clang of gold and iron, and sparks flew everywhere.
A tall gray-white shadow appeared out of thin air, standing between the golden light and the chain.
That's Iron Bone Liu.
This strong bone that had been tortured in Divine Capital Heavenly Prison and never bowed its head even if its body rotted, now manifested in the form of Soul Body.
He crossed his arms, his bones glowed with a green Black Metal luster, and he resisted the Dharma Aspect Realm strong man's angry blow.
Soul Body shook violently and became somewhat transparent, but the arms were not broken.
"Hey! Sir, hasn't this Old Bald Donkey eaten? He's not as energetic as the executioner named Zhao in the execution hall. He can't even tickle me!" Soul Body of Iron Bone Liu opened his mouth wide and let out a burst of wild laughter. The laughter was full of contempt for this so-called True Buddha.
"Looking for death! A bunch of lonely ghosts dare to blaspheme God!"
Kongji is completely crazy.
He was a dignified Dharma Aspect Old Ancestor, and he had lived Western Desert for thousands of years. How had he ever been teased like this by an ant that was only worthy of crawling in the gutter? The sense of offended shame instantly overwhelmed his reason.
"Palm Buddha Kingdom!"
Kongji Put his hands together suddenly, the scarlet mole between his eyebrows burst open, and a drop of Pure Gold-colored Essence Blood flowed out.
Rumble!
Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi with a radius of ten miles was drained instantly, and the space was twisted and folded. The golden Buddha Light turned into a substantial barrier, forcing this square of heaven and earth from Peeling off the territory of Great Qian. Countless Arhat phantoms appeared in the void, either with angry eyes or kind eyes, and the sound of chanting sutras was like rolling thunder, shaking people Divine Soul to turmoil.
Each Sanskrit is as heavy as a stone, bearing the overbearing will to conquer everything and crush heretics, pressing down on Fang Mo and those Vengeful Spirit.
This move had previously forced Fang Mo to cut off his liver in order to survive and flee in panic.
But at this moment.
Fang Mo stood in the center of the golden world, his black hair looking particularly dazzling under the golden light. He looked around at the shrinking golden barriers around him, without any fear on his face, instead showing a trace of sarcasm as if he were seeing an inferior toy.
"Buddhist Kingdom?"
He chuckled, the sound was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the Sanskrit sound in the sky.
"You deserve it too."
Fang Mo opened his mouth suddenly.
This is not an ordinary opening of the mouth, but an opening of some kind of Law level.
In his body, the Stomach Palace Divine Treasury--[Rotten Sac Returning to Truth], which was cast from countless flesh and blood essences and Gods and Devils obsessions, was roaring.
Behind him, several soul shadows emerged and were instantly broken and reorganized. They were the greed of Gu Yichuan, the madness of Luo Changfeng, and the tyranny of the three Blood Monk. These negative emotions and soul power were forcibly crushed, turned into the purest hunger, and merged into the Stomach Palace of Fang Mo.
A huge black mouth that could swallow up the sun and the moon appeared behind Fang Mo.
There were no fangs in that mouth, only bottomless darkness and a terrifying gravity that wanted to pull everything in the world in and digest it.
That is the door to Prison Suppressor, a destination where even Gods and Devils would tremble.
"Give it to me... break it into pieces!"
Click!
Fang Mo faced the golden barrier above his head and bit down hard on the so-called Buddhist Kingdom Law.
The crisp cracking sound echoed through Wasteland.
It's like an urchin biting into a crispy sugar cookie.
Palm Buddha Kingdom, which was said to be a world unto itself and indestructible, was directly bitten with a huge gap. Law's chain broke, and the sound of Sanskrit in the sky suddenly stopped.
Those high-altitude Arhat phantoms did not even scream, but were forcibly torn apart by the terrifying suction force, turned into little golden lights, and were sucked into the huge black mouth.
Gulu.
Fang Mo's Adam's apple rolled, swallowing the golden light that he swallowed into his belly.
"The taste is a bit sour and the heat is not enough."
He curled his lips and spit out a mouthful of golden residue, which was the waste of resentment that Old Ancestor Kongji could not digest.
"Pfft--!"
Dharma Aspect was broken, Law counterattacked. Kongji's seven orifices spurted out columns of blood at the same time, and the whole person fell backwards like a kite with its string broken.
He sat slumped among the rocks and looked at the young man standing in the center of the broken Buddhist Kingdom, wiping the corners of his mouth. An irreparable crack finally appeared in Gujing's unwavering state of mind for thousands of years.
This is not a martial arts fight.
This is predation.
In the eyes of this young man, there is nothing Dharma Aspect majestic, nothing sacrosanct. He Kongji is just a plate of food, a piece of slightly harder meat.
"It's impossible... my Dharma Aspect... my Law..." Kongji was incoherent, grabbing the ground with both hands and trying to retreat.
Kongji suffered a backlash, bleeding from all his orifices, and staggered back.
He looked at the young man standing in the center of the broken Buddhist Kingdom, and felt real fear for the first time.
This is not martial arts.
This is predation.
The other party did not regard him as an opponent at all, but as a dish, a prisoner to be slaughtered.
"Don't worry, this is just the beginning."
Fang Mo moved his wrist, a cruel light flashing in his eyes.
[Sorrowful Mist Locking the Liver]Divine Treasury inside his body vibrated again, and the poisonous dragon wrapped by Sin Dragon Grudge Qi had completely turned into pitch black at this moment.
"You had a great time just now, didn't you?"
Fang Mo appeared in front of Kongji in a flash and grabbed his skinny neck.
The power of thousands of souls was superimposed on this grasp, and even Dharma Aspect Realm's Golden Body made an overwhelmed shattering sound.
"Now, it's my turn."
Fang Mo's voice sounded close to Kongji's ears, as cold as the sharp blade of nine winters.
He raised his other hand, his five fingers turned into claws, and a layer of strange Blood Light appeared on his fingertips. It was the [blood transformation] Divine Ability plundered from Blood Monk Yuanji's soul. It was designed to break the defense of Qi and blood, and was the most sinister.
Tear!
Without any fancy moves, Fang Mo's claws inserted straight into the left side of Kongji's chest. He avoided the heart that had stopped beating, but clasped the neatly arranged ribs with incomparable precision.
The sound of flesh being torn apart was particularly harsh in the silent Wasteland.
"You said you cultivated Withered Wood Zen."
Fang Mo's fingers gently rubbed the golden bones, feeling the warmth and hardness on them. His tone was like an old carpenter selecting wood, "The dead wood is ignorant, so you should be very tolerant of pain, right?"
"What are you going to do... Stop! Stop it!"
Kongji finally collapsed. He twisted his body crazily, but under the suppression of Prison Suppressor's power, he couldn't even move Spiritual Qi.
"Don't move too much, you'll break your bones."
Fang Mo softly comforted her and exerted force on her wrist.
Boom!
There was a crisp sound of fracture.
A golden rib, about half a foot long, was violently broken from the chest cavity, and was torn out with dripping blood and flesh.
"Ah--!!!"
Kongji raised his head and let out a shrill howl that no longer sounded like a human voice. The severe pain of separation of flesh and blood made his eyes pop out of his sockets.
Fang Mo casually threw the bleeding rib on the ground with a muffled sound.
He looked at Kongji, who was convulsing in pain, with a gentle but cruel smile on his face, and once again inserted the blood-stained hand into the bloody chest.
"Don't scream, this is the first one."
Fang Mo's voice was soft, like the whisper of an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
"The human body has two hundred and six bones. Apart from this one, there are still two hundred and five."
"I will take it apart one by one to see if your so-called Golden Body is really that hard."
There was another crisp sound.
In this blood-stained Gobi Desert, the True Buddha who was once aloof and regarded all living beings as ants is now like a dead dog, being pinned down in the dust.