"Collect the bill? Lingchi?"
Meat Futon was hanging in the air, his face trembling violently, and he burst into a burst of harsh laughter.
"What a loud tone! Kongji is dead, Great Thunderclap Temple has collapsed, Western Desert's world has changed a long time ago. How dare you come to Black Stone Forest to run wild with a hairless brat dragging a cripple along with you?"
His eyes narrowed into slits, and his gaze swept over Fang Mo's pale face—deficiency of qi and blood, stagnation of meridians, typical of serious injuries that have not healed, and the end of the fight.
"Young men! Slaughter these two fat sheep! That kid's skin looks good. If you peel it off completely, he will definitely be the best Human Skin Lantern!"
Meat Futon gave the order, and the red-eyed monks in the hall instinctively turned their swords. Like a group of hyenas that smelled blood, they roared and rushed towards Fang Mo and Iron Bull.
"I don't know whether to live or die."
Fang Mo The last bit of warmth dissipated from the eyes.
He raised his hand and rubbed his fingertips gently.
Snap.
There was a crisp sound, like thunder exploding.
The temperature in the hall dropped sharply, and the lights instantly turned pale green. Sticky Black Water seeped out from the cracks in the ground, and the cold air climbed along the ankles, instantly freezing the roars of everyone.
Buzz--!
The void twisted, and the shadow of the black iron fence crashed down, overlapping with the beams of the hall.
[Prison Suppressor Expand].
Even just a wisp of breath is enough to crush the defenses of this rabble.
"Kneel down."
Fang Mo spit out two words.
The dozens of monks who rushed to the front froze, as if they were carrying a huge mountain on their shoulders.
Plop! Plop!
The sound of kneecaps hitting the ground was loud, followed closely by the heartbreaking sound of bone cracking. They knelt down uniformly in a pool of blood, with a "loud" sound coming from their throats, and even their screams were choked back by the terrifying pressure.
"Roar!"
Iron Bull moved.
The thousand-jin Flood Dragon Horse leg bone waved an afterimage in his hand, creating a shrill howl of wind.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
There was a series of dull explosions. The usually domineering fierce monks, as fragile as ripe watermelons, exploded under Bone Club. Severed limbs mixed with internal organs splashed out, and a bright scarlet grass was splashed on the walls of the hall.
Meat Futon's smile froze on his face, and shock filled his mung bean eyes.
"Field?! Are you..."
His body twisted, and his fat body burst out at astonishing speed, trying to break through the roof of the palace and escape.
"Come down."
Fang Mo fiercely grasped the void.
"Wang Ergou, let's eat."
"Okay! This fat lard is full of water!"
A ball of Black Mist emerged from the cuffs of Fang Mo, turned into a Ferocious Ghost Face as big as a millstone in the wind, and directly sealed the sky above the hall. Ghost Face opened its huge mouth, and countless Yin Energy condensed tentacles fell down, instantly entangled Meat Futon's hands and feet.
"Vajra Body Protection!"
Meat Futon roared, the fat all over his body shook, and his pores erupted with greasy golden light, trying to shatter the tentacles.
"Hey, what a King Kong, it's just a layer of pig skin!"
Wang Ergou smiled strangely, and the barbs on the tentacles dug into the flesh, sucking the blood crazily.
Boom!
Meat Futon was pulled down like a meteorite and hit hard on White Jade Bed. The hard Warm Jade was torn into pieces, with debris flying.
Before he could struggle, a foot wearing a shabby Military Boots already stepped on that fat face.
Fang Mo leaned over, his dark eyes were only three inches away from Meat Futon, and there seemed to be two Abyss hidden deep in his pupils.
"I heard that you want to skin me?"
Fang Mo's voice was soft, but it made Meat Futon's whole body tremble like an electric shock.
"Spare... spare my life! My lord, spare your life! There is Thousand Year Blood Ginseng in the Pure Land Temple warehouse! There are ten thousand taels of gold! It's all yours! Don't kill me, I'm useful, I can practice double cultivation..."
Meat Futon struggled desperately, his nose and tears covered his cheeks, and his hands scratched the floor in vain.
"I'm not short of money." Fang Mo exerted force under his feet, and the sole of his shoe ran over the opponent's twisted Five Senses, making the sound of broken cartilage. "What I lack is... soul."
"No--!"
Meat Futon roared Despair.
Fang Mo pointed like a knife, and with a puff, it penetrated into the fat eyebrows.
Sea of Consciousness vibrated, and the ancient book was opened.
[Containment Half-step Meridian Opening Prisoner: Meat Futon(Lustful Monk)]
[Crime: Picking up a good family member, harming fellow disciples, and desecrating Buddhism]
[Result of liquidation: death penalty. Forced deprivation of Soul Origin, transformation of High-grade Soul Debris. Deprivation of the talent of physical copper skin.]
An overbearing warm current rushed into Fang Mo's body along the fingertips. It was Pure Soul Power that had been tempered by Prison Suppressor, without any impurities, only the most primitive nourishment.
Fang Mo took a deep breath and guided this Soul Power into the waist Kidney Palace.
Deep in the dead Kidney Palace, the tightly closed Black Gate finally trembled slightly.
"Not enough."
Fang Mo took out his bloody fingers, turned around, and glanced at the monks who were still wailing in the hall.
"Kill them all."
His tone was calm, as if he was ordering a trivial matter.
"Leave no one behind."
The one-sided massacre lasted for a stick of incense. When Old Yan used Boning Knife to cut the throat of the last monk pretending to be dead, Pure Land Temple fell into complete silence.
Fang Mo stood in the middle of a pool of blood, [Record of Punishing Crimes] flipping in his hand. Countless gray light spots rose from the corpse, and merged into his body like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea.
The dry meridians were forcibly opened and nourished by Soul Power. The feeling of weakness that could collapse at any time quickly subsided, replaced by a sense of power called control.
"The interest has been received." Fang Mo looked at the fist-sized gray ball of Soul Debris in his palm, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
"Let's go to the next house."