Boom.
The second root.
This sound did not spread far in the empty Gobi Desert, and was quickly swallowed up by the wind and sand. Kongji could no longer scream at this time. His throat was strangled by some invisible force, and he could only He could open his mouth wide and make a hissing sound like a broken bellows. The usually solemn face had long been distorted into a human shape, and his eyeballs were bulging outward due to extreme blood congestion. He was staring at the expressionless young man above his chest.
The movement of Fang Mo's hand was very steady. It was like an experienced butcher dealing with a long-dead animal. He did not use any sharp blade, just with the palm of his hand that was flowing with Black Ash color fluid, he easily tore open the layer of Golden Membrane known as Indestructible Vajra.
"This one is in good condition."
Fang Mo casually raised the second rib that had just been removed to his eyes. The bone was dark golden in color and densely covered with tiny Sanskrits. These Sanskrits were not carved day after day, but were grown by Kongji devouring believers Incense Vow Power over thousands of years and seeping into the bone marrow little by little.
"Unfortunately, they all taste bad."
Fang Mo frowned in disgust and folded his fingers.
Snap.
The Divine Monk rib, which was enough to refine Earth Tier Magic Treasure, turned into powder in his palm. The golden powder spilled along the gaps between his fingers, and before it hit the ground, it was burned away by the ball of Colorless Karma Fire wrapped in Fang Mo.
Kongji's body twitched violently. It was Despair whose origin was forcibly stripped away and Dao Foundation was crushed inch by inch. He wanted to beg for mercy, curse, and Self-detonate Dharma Aspect, but under Prison Suppressor's Rules's suppression, he couldn't even move a little finger. His proud cultivation had now become a toy that the young man used for fun.
"Don't worry, there are still two hundred and four more."
Fang Mo's hand once again penetrated the bloody chest. This time, he did not rush to break Third Root Rib. His fingertips passed through the beating lung lobes, pushed aside the membranes hanging with golden grease, and touched the heart that had stopped beating in the middle of the chest.
It feels cool and smooth to the touch.
That is a black heart.
This black color is not the accumulation after necrosis, but an extremely pure manifestation of Sins. Countless gossamer-like blood lines extend from this heart, piercing into every bone and every inch of flesh and blood like tree roots, greedily absorbing nutrients.
"That's it."
Fang Mo Darkness surged in his eyes, and he understood the Structural Diagram of this body.
This Old Bald Donkey's Golden Body is borrowed, and all the words Buddhist Principles are stolen. Only this greedy, tyrannical, and hypocritical Demon Heart is the real thing that he has cultivated for a thousand years. Use Demon Heart to control Buddha Bone, and support himself with the flesh and blood of all living beings.
"This is your Tathata?"
Fang Mo smiled. This smile was very cold, with a Boning Knife edge-like contempt.
"Since you like to eat people so much, I'll let you have a taste of being eaten."
The words fell to the ground.
The void behind Fang Mo twisted and collapsed, and the huge black mouth originating from [Rotten Sac Returning to Truth]Divine Treasury appeared again. This time, it no longer swallowed dead objects or energy, but with an indescribable hunger Law, biting down on the broken body of Kongji.
Click!
This crisp sound is not that the body is torn apart, but that the soul is bitten into pieces at the Law level.
Kongji's legs disappeared in an instant, followed by the abdomen and chest. The huge black mouth was like a ruthless meat grinder and a one-way passage leading to the deepest part of Prison Suppressor, chewing and swallowing the strong Dharma Aspect Realm bit by bit.
No resistance.
In the face of absolute Divine Rank suppression, the so-called Dharma Aspect Realm power is no different from a fish waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board.
Until the end, only a bare head was left floating in the air. The turbid old eyes stared at Fang Mo below. The fear in their eyes had dissipated, leaving only the confusion and deathly silence in the face of the ultimate darkness. He finally saw the essence of that young man - that was not a human being, that was a prison walking in the world.
"In your next life, don't practice Buddhism."
Fang Mo stretched out his hand and patted the bald head, as gently as if he were comforting a domestic animal.
"It's good to be a beast."
Poof.
Black mouth closed.
The last trace of golden light between heaven and earth dissipated.
The Old Ancestor Kongji, who had dominated Western Desert for thousands of years and regarded all living beings as ants, was completely wiped out from this world. Not even a trace of his soul or a drop of Essence Blood was left behind, and he became a spoonful of fuel in Prison Suppressor Furnace.
Among Sea of Consciousness, [Prison Suppressor·Record of Punishing Crimes] flips.
The sound of the pages turning was crisp and clear, covering up the wind and sand outside.
[Containment Dharma Aspect Realm Prisoner: Kongji(False Buddha)]
[Crime: Deceiving the World and Stealing Fame, devouring creatures, counterfeiting Buddhist Kingdom, desecrating Tathata]
[Result of liquidation: capital punishment. Deprived of all cause and effect, cultivation, and laws, and charged with Prison Suppressor energy.]
[Obtain: Golden Body Liquid (three drops), Demon Buddha Sarira (one), Divine Ability Fragment (Demon Kingdom in Palm·remaining)]
Fang Mo didn't take a closer look at the rewards.
With the death of Kongji, the borrowed power that could destroy the world began to fade rapidly.
Pfft.
The skin on Fang Mo's body cracked without warning. Countless fine blood lines burst out, which was the result of the physical body being unable to withstand the backlash of this force. Five Viscera Six Bowels was wailing, especially the heart and Liver, which were the core of the load, were almost exhausted at this moment.
"Ahem..."
Fang Mo covered his mouth, and a large mouthful of Black Blood mixed with internal organ fragments spurted out, staining the Gobi Desert at his feet red.
The billowing black smoke behind him dissipated, and his domineering and domineering aura receded like a tide. His body swayed, his knees weakened, and he fell forward.
But he didn't fall.
At that moment, he held his knees with his bleeding hand, dug his nails into the cracks of the hard rock, and stood up straight again.
This is a battlefield.
It hasn't been cleaned yet.
Fang Mo turned around, and the eyes that had returned to their original form of Clear Distinction were filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes. His vision was blurry, except for the figure in the distance that was still clear.
In the wind and sand, Li Mingyue was still kneeling in the rubble, holding the curled blade Spring Embroidered Saber with both hands, her back straight, which was her last stubbornness and dignity.
Fang Mo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked towards her.
With every step he took, the blood marks under his feet became darker.
The setting sun finally sets on the horizon, and night falls. But in the darkness, no Gods and Devils peeps.