In the elegant room on the top floor of Drunken Immortal Tower, the famous calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls looked a bit eerie under the pale cold light of Luminous Pearls. The delicacy named "Immortal Brain" in the center of the round table was steaming, and the scarlet soup was rolling, reflecting Li Fuguo's old face covered with thick powder.
Luminous Pearls The dead light cast the shadow of this powerful eunuch on the floor, twisting and slender like a centipede crawling out of the gutter.
Fang Mo leaned back, his back pressed against the cool hardwood backrest of Grand Tutor Chair. This posture may appear to others to be relaxed, but in fact it is the cheetah's preparation before killing him. The Gallbladder Meridian in his body that runs through his body is heating up, and a violent force originating from Primordial God Demon is rushing through the muscle fibers, clamoring to tear the order in front of him into pieces.
"Coffin Shop?"
Fang Mo repeated these three words, his voice was flat, and there was no emotion or anger.
"Manager Li These words are a bit petty. My life is too tough, and an ordinary thin-skinned coffin cannot hold this body Sha Qi."
He reached into his arms and touched the cold Black Wood Box with his fingertips. Without any hesitation, his wrist shook slightly, and the wooden box came out of his hand and slid against the Rosewood table.
The friction sound was sharp and harsh.
The wooden box stopped at the moment it was about to slide off the edge of the table, exactly three inches to the right of Li Fuguo.
The pair of old, turbid and yellow eyes burst out with greedy light at the moment the wooden box appeared, and the pupils shrank violently. Li Fuguo's hand, as skinny as a chicken's claw, reached out at a speed that defied common sense. Its five-finger nails were black and sharp, and they latched onto the lid of the box.
His movements were extremely fast, with afterimages, and his fingertips even tore the air, making a tiny explosion.
Just when the black nails were about to touch the wooden box, a pale-skinned hand with long knuckles appeared out of thin air and pressed firmly on the lid of the box.
There was no earth-shattering impact, only two completely different Auras strangled crazily in a small space.
Li Fuguo's claw is enough to penetrate gold and stone, but it can't get even an inch on the back of Fang Mo's hand. Fang Mo's palm looks as frail as a scholar, but at this moment it is as heavy as Mount Sumeru Yue. He did not use True Qi, relying only on his physical strength and the decisiveness from Gallbladder Meridian to suppress Grand Eunuch's offensive.
The tabletop let out an overwhelmed whine, and the four table legs sank deeply into the expensive Persian Carpet.
"Manager Li, there is no such thing as a free lunch."
Fang Mo's face was expressionless, his eyes looked past Immortal Brain, who was still steaming, and went straight to Li Fuguo's face, which was slightly distorted by excessive exertion.
"His Majesty is missing an ear. That is a private matter of the Tian family. You are so anxious to get it back, and you even condescend to treat me, a little warden, to dinner. Are you really doing this out of filial piety?"
Li Fuguo's face twitched, and the thick layer of powder fell off. He flicked his wrist, and an extremely cold True Qi spurted out from his palm. This True Qi showed a strange gray-white color, with a strong sense of decay and Desperate Aura, it was Imperial Palace Imperial Household's secret "Sunflower Rebirth Technique". This technique requires you to cut off the roots of right and wrong, and use your incomplete body to cultivate the meaning of Perfection. It is the most sinister and vicious, dedicated to destroying Martial Artist Dantian Qi Hai.
"Let go!"
Countless silver needles as thin as ox hair were pulled out from his sleeves and stabbed directly into Fang Mo's eyes and throat.
Fang Mo did not dodge or dodge, his right hand pressing on the wooden box did not move, and he waved his left hand casually.
Ding ding ding!
There was a crisp metallic collision sound.
Those silver needles that were strong enough to penetrate Divine Treasure Realm Body Protection Qi strangely stopped in mid-air when they were three inches in front of Fang Mo. Then, the originally straight and hard needles softened like cooked noodles and fell one after another, forming a small pile of silver scrap iron in front of him.
"It's soft." Fang Mo joked, "Manager Li, this acupuncture method is like that, why can't it become hard?"
Li Fuguo's old face covered with white powder instantly turned the color of pig's liver. The eunuch hated it the most, especially the humiliation in person.
"Zhajia will tear your mouth apart!"
Li Fuguo was furious, and the aura around him exploded. A Raksha Dharma Aspect of Three Heads Six Arms appeared faintly behind him, but this Rakshasa's face was blurred, and the sinister Ghost Qi was obviously a Outer Dao that was quickly achieved through evil methods.
"Die!"
Li Fuguo formed a seal with his hands, and the surrounding space seemed to have turned into a sticky swamp. Countless invisible threads were intertwined in the air. They were "Thousand Silk Tribulation" that he had used his life Essence Blood to sacrifice. Once entangled, it could strangle people into pieces in an instant.
Iron Bull roared angrily and was about to raise the hammer, but was stopped by Fang Mo.
"Let him come."
Fang Mo was still sitting on the chair, not even moving his buttocks. He looked at the threads coming from the sky, and a red light called "greed" flashed in his eyes.
"Just in time, my Prison Suppressor still needs a weaver."
The silk thread wrapped around Fang Mo's body and cut into the flesh. Li Fuguo's face showed cruel pleasure, as if he had seen the tragic scene of Fang Mo being torn into pieces.
However, the next moment, his smile solidified.
Those silk threads were pulled in, but no blood was seen. Fang Mo's body was like a bottomless pit. No matter how many silk threads were wrapped around it, they were all swallowed up and assimilated by that strange force.
"Is this your trump card?" Fang Mo's voice came out from the "silk cocoon", it was so calm that it was chilling.
Collapse.
The first silk thread broke.
Then came the second one, Third Root...
Fang Mo stood up, and the threads on his body broke every inch. His skin at this time showed a metallic blue-purple color, with heart-stopping magic lines flowing on it.
[Reverse Tendons Defying the Norm·Hard-Soft Reversal].
Those soft and tough silk threads just now had their properties reversed the moment they touched his body, becoming as fragile as dry straw.
"Impossible... this is the power of God King?!" Li Fuguo backed away in horror, "You can actually control that kind of power? Aren't you afraid of being assimilated into Monster?"
"Monster?" Fang Mo took a step forward and appeared in front of Li Fuguo like a ghost. He grabbed the 9,000-year-old man by the neck and lifted him off the ground like an old chicken.
"Manager Li, you and I are of the same kind." Fang Mo leaned into Li Fuguo's ear and whispered, "You made yourself into a man and a woman in order to live forever. Isn't this also Monster? It's just that I am a meat-eating Monster, and you..."
In Fang Mo's pupils, the shadow of the formidable Black Prison slowly rotated.
"... You're just a piece of rotten meat."
Li Fuguo struggled desperately, and the Raksha Dharma Aspect tried to attack Fang Mo, but when it approached the shadow behind Fang Mo, it let out a cry of fear and collapsed on its own.
Divine Rank suppressed.
In front of this Prison Warden, all Evil Spirit are prisoners.
"Don't... don't kill me..." Li Fuguo was finally afraid. The trembling from Soul Depth made him completely collapse, "What do you want? I'll give it to you! Treasury? Secret books? Or..."
"I want the hearing method of this ear." Fang Mo let go of his hand and let Li Fuguo fall to the ground like a pile of mud. "There is a restriction hidden in this ear. If you don't know the solution, all you hear is noise. Since Manager Li is in charge of this, you should know how to make it speak, right?"
Li Fuguo covered his neck and coughed violently, his eyes full of resentment and fear. He didn't expect that Fang Mo even knew the secret that there was a restriction on his ears.
"I told you... can you spare my life?"
"It depends on your mood." Fang Mo sat back on the chair, picked up the chopsticks again, and picked up a piece of Human-Faced Ape's brain that looked the most disgusting. "This dish won't taste good when it's cold. Manager Li, you only have time for a cup of tea. After that, we can still make a deal. I can't finish..."
He pointed at the giant hammer in Iron Bull's hand behind him.
"Then let him loosen your bones."