Earth Fire licked the bottom of the cauldron under Bronze Cauldron, making a crackling sound, which made Stone Chamber flicker in and out of light. The sweet and greasy aroma was mixed with high-grade medicinal materials and burnt flesh, fermented in the cramped space, and was so thick that it was nauseating.
Zhao Huang was paralyzed in the corner, his luxurious brocade robe soaked with cold sweat, tightly wrapped around the fat and trembling soft flesh. Without the support of the Divine Treasure Realm's cultivation, and without the left ear of God King that was regarded as the last trump card, Imperial Uncle, who was usually bossy, now looked like an old dog whose backbone had been whipped.
"Fang Mo... You can't touch me, you don't dare to touch me!"
Zhao Huang roared, the tone of his voice changed due to extreme fear, and it was as harsh as a broken gong. He used his hands and feet to try to move back, and his nails scratched a few pale scratches on the stone slab.
"I am His Majesty's biological uncle! My life Soul Tablet is enshrined on the top floor of the Imperial Clan Court hall, and is guarded by Clan Chief day and night! As soon as I die, Soul Tablet is shattered, the big Clan Chief, that Old Madman, even if you turn Divine Capital over, you will find the murderer! You can't escape, not even to the ends of the earth!"
Fang Mo stood in front of the cauldron, and the firelight cast a shadow on the side of his face. He ignored the howling like a defeated dog, and just looked at the Runes on the surrounding walls with interest to isolate the breath.
"Imperial Clan Court?"
Fang Mo chuckled, and the laughter echoed in Stone Chamber, with a bit of sarcasm. He raised his right hand and tapped his index finger lightly in the dusty void.
This point is not the release of True Qi, but the arrival of Authority.
Without any warning, the light inside Stone Chamber dimmed. It was not that the candle flame went out, but that the darkness itself became thick and thick, squeezing in from all directions and swallowing up the original light. A towering, dark shadow of Ancient Building, like a giant beast from ancient times, rose up silently behind Fang Mo.
It has no entity, but it is more oppressive than any entity. It is not earth, wood, bricks, or stones, but a concept condensed from pure, cold "law" and "Punishment".
"What you call Soul Tablet relies on that trace of causality."
Fang Mo's voice seemed to float from a very far distance, with a cold and hard texture like metal. He looked down at Zhao Huang, just like Warden looked down at the death row prisoner.
"But in my prison, Heavenly Secrets is cut off, and cause and effect are not connected. Even if I grind you into powder here, your piece of Soul Tablet will only show that you are 'enjoying your old age', but the taste of this old age... is a little bit more bitter."
Zhao Huang's cloudy eyes widened and were covered with bloodshot eyes. He looked at the terrifying shadow looming in the darkness, and the tremor from Soul Depth made his teeth chatter. What was that? That was definitely not Martial Arts Dharma Image, it was a Law that was more domineering and unreasonable than Imperial Power!
"Containment."
With two short words spoken, the verdict came into effect.
Darkness surged, and two Pitch-Black Chainss as thick as arms shot out from the depths of the shadow. The surface of the chains had no luster, and were covered with dried dark red bloodstains and complicated incantations. They snaked in the air, like poisonous snakes coming out of their holes, and instantly penetrated Zhao Huang's Pipa Boness, wrapping around his limbs.
"Ah--!!!"
Zhao Huang let out a miserable howl. This was not physical pain, but the tearing feeling of the soul being forcibly stripped away.
The chain suddenly straightened and retracted.
The fat and bloated body was like a puppet that had lost its strings. It twitched suddenly and then collapsed. A gray humanoid figure was forcibly pulled out of the Tianling Gai by chains.
The soul that left the body actually looked like a fat head and big ears, but it was wrapped with rich Black Qi. Looking carefully, there were countless of the Black Qi that were only the size of a palm. The Infant Facess were howling and biting. They clung to Zhao Huang's soul. It was the countless Vengeful Spirits he had made into elixirs that were demanding their lives.
"Tsk, that's really dirty."
Fang Mo frowned, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. He had seen Fierce Soul, he had seen Vengeful Ghost, but he had never seen anything so filthy.
"If you throw this kind of stuff into Oil Pot and fry it, it will destroy a pot of good oil. But the grinder at the bottom of Prison Suppressor needs a coolie, so let him go there. When will this Sins be polished clean, when will his soul be scattered again."
The chain made a snapping sound, dragging the screaming soul of Zhao Huang back into the endless darkness.
Stone Chamber returned to silence, only Earth Fire was still burning.
[Success Containment Block A warden Zhao Huang(Sins profound).]
[Obtain memory fragments: Royal Secret·God Demon Puzzle.]
[Get Divine Ability: Nine Dragon Hegemon Body (the incomplete version, which has been automatically completed as "True Dragon Prison Suppressing Strength" First Layer).]
A warm current poured into Fang Mo's limbs. A faint layer of Golden Patterns appeared on the surface of his skin, which was the prototype of dragon scales. Although it was only First Layer, he could feel that his physical defense had increased by at least 30%.
What's more important is that memory.
Fang Mo closed his eyes and quickly browsed the information in Zhao Huang's mind.
It turns out that Old Emperor is not just the fusion of ears and eyes. He is playing a bigger game. He is trying to collect all the limbs of Twelve Divine Kings, and then use "Myriad Spirit Blood Array" to completely fuse these organs with his own body at a specific moment, thereby recasting God Demon Body and ascending to godhood.
And the so-called "Myriad Spirit Blood Array", Array Eye are under this Divine Capital's Heavenly Prison!
"Ten Halls Yama..." Fang Mo opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were filled with light, "It turns out that this Heavenly Prison Ten Blocks is itself a huge Formation! Blocks A, B, C, and D... Each room corresponds to a part of God King's body!"
Block A corresponds to the head, Block C, Room Shen prison corresponds to the torso...
No wonder Old Emperor wants to make Heavenly Prison look like this, no wonder he wants to press Prison Suppressor Origin here. This is to treat the entire Divine Capital as a sacrifice!
"What a good plan. What a good plan." Fang Mo sneered.
This old guy wanted to climb to the sky by stepping on the bones of millions of people. Unfortunately, he met Fang Mo. He met this creditor who not only wanted to climb to the sky, but also wanted to poke a hole in the sky.
"Boss, what should I do with this body?" Qian Dagui pointed at Zhao Huang's body with a look of disgust.
"Mo Qianshan." Fang Mo ordered, "Use your Painted Skin Technique to deal with this body. From today on, you are the new 'Zhao Huang'. Guard Block A for me, and don't let anyone see the flaw. Especially that Earth Fire Alchemy Furnace, continue to burn, but don't cook people in it, cook pork to make it taste a little bit more like."
Mo Qianshan nodded, walked forward, and started peeling Ghost Head Saber skillfully in his hands.
"Iron Bull, leave your hammer at this door." Fang Mo pointed at the door, "Whoever dares to break in in the future, no matter who it is, will be smashed to death."
"Roar." Iron Bull responded angrily, slammed the giant hammer to the ground, and stood at the door like a door god.
After doing all this, Fang Mo walked out of Stone Chamber and returned to the luxurious hall.
At this time, the dancers and musicians were still shivering in the corner.
Fang Mo didn't even look at them. He walked straight to the soft couch that symbolized Block A's highest power and sat down in a dignified manner.
He took out the gold token given by Crown Prince and the Block A seal just found from Zhao Huang.
The two seals were put together and made a crisp sound.
An invisible ripple centered on Fang Mo instantly swept across the entire Block A.
At this moment, he felt that he had established a wonderful connection with this area. He could sense every corner, every breath, and even control every Formation here.
"We are married." Fang Mo whispered.
As long as we take Ten Blocks and control the entire Heavenly Prison Grand Formation, even if Old Emperor has achieved great success, in this Heavenly Prison, we will still have to kneel down in front of him Fang Mo and sing the song of conquest.
At this moment, Old Yan hurried in, holding a paper crane in his hand.
"Master, Palace has sent a message."
"Who?"
"Eunuch Liu." Old Yan looked strange, "It's Li Fuguo Li Grand Supervisor. There will be a banquet at Drunken Immortal Tower tonight. Please... enjoy it."
"Hongmen Banquet." Fang Mo laughed, unbridled.
As soon as the front foot swallowed the bait of Crown Prince, the post of Li Fuguo arrived on the back foot. None of the Divine Capital bosses could sit still.
"Go." Fang Mo stood up and straightened his robe, "Someone is inviting me to dinner, so why not go? It just so happens that I'm hungry too."
He touched the "left ear" that just Containment in his arms.
This thing should give that Grand Supervisor a big surprise.