The Calamity of the Five Grains Reincarnation Ground

And at the same time.

"Pfft!"

The Water-Fire Cudgel in Fang Mo's hand, like a spear, fiercely stabbed into Yuan Ji's throat.

The fragile throat bone shattered instantly under this blow.

Yuan Ji's body stiffened violently, his hands tightly gripping the long staff piercing his neck. His eyeballs bulged, and a "gurgling" sound came from his mouth, with large amounts of bloody foam surging from his nose and mouth.

He stared fixedly at Fang Mo, the venom in his eyes gradually turning into fear and confusion.

He didn't understand.

Why was the head of this jailer harder than a nail?

"In your next life..."

"Remember to take your calcium."

Fang Mo coldly withdrew the long staff, letting Yuan Ji's corpse fall into a pool of blood.

He raised his hand to touch his forehead; although there was no major impact, it still stung like fire.

"Damn, it still hurts a bit."

Fang Mo cursed and turned to look at the other battlefield.

There, the situation seemed less than ideal.

At this moment, Iron Bone Liu was already being shaken to the point of falling apart. His figure was as faint as a wisp of smoke, and he was on the verge of his soul scattering.

"Trash."

Fang Mo cursed inwardly.

But this couldn't be entirely blamed on Old Liu; after all, it wasn't his specialty. Asking a rogue ghost to fight this kind of bald donkey was indeed a bit difficult.

Fang Mo, carrying his cudgel, walked over step by step.

The old monk seemed to sense his companion's death, his chanting becoming more urgent. The grimacing faces on the blood-red bell seemed to come alive, opening their mouths as if to devour.

"You're making a lot of noise, aren't you?"

Fang Mo licked his lips and circled behind the old monk.

Since a frontal assault was difficult, he'd take the back door.

This was perfectly reasonable.

That old monk was also a ruthless character. Sensing Fang Mo's approach, he didn't even turn his head, merely pushing the blood-red bell to its limit, protecting himself completely.

He was determined to be a turtle in a shell, intending to wear down Fang Mo and Iron Bone Liu.

Fang Mo tentatively knocked twice.

"Clang! Clang!"

The phản lực (rebound force) numbed his tiger's mouth, but the bell merely swayed, not even showing a crack.

"Oh ho, it's quite hard."

Fang Mo chuckled.

He liked these hard bones; they made a better sound when shattered.

At this moment, although Iron Bone Liu was weak, seeing his master arrive, he wanted to show his loyalty. He mustered the last bit of his strength and transformed into a black chain, tightly entwining the old monk's upper body, interfering with his ability to maintain his protective divine power.

"Sir! Attack his lower half!"

Iron Bone Liu shouted with all his might.

Fang Mo's eyes lit up.

Great minds think alike.

He stared at the old monk's seated posture, his gaze gradually moving down, finally locking onto the area of his posterior, slightly exposed by his sitting position.

Although it was covered by his monk's robe, for Fang Mo, who possessed extensive combat (scheming) experience, knowing the location was enough.

"Master, forgive me."

"This move is called Spirit Snake Explores the Cave, specifically designed to break the Golden Bell Shield!"

Fang Mo took a deep breath, his waist and stance synchronized. The muscles in his arms bulged, channeling all his strength into the tip of the Water-Fire Cudgel.

Without any hesitation, he aimed at that indescribable spot and thrust with all his might!

"Pfft—"

Despite the monk's robe and the layer of bloody light shield blocking it, under Fang Mo's strike, which was powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, all defenses seemed pale and powerless.

The Water-Fire Cudgel pierced through like a bamboo, directly penetrating that thin layer of defense, accurately hitting the target, and penetrating deep into the inner territory.

"Aoo—!!!"

Moreover, to ensure the effect, Fang Mo deliberately rotated the body of the cudgel.

A shrill, tragic cry erupted from the old monk's throat.

The old monk's face, which had been as still as a deep well, instantly contorted like a twisted rope. His eyes bulged like brass bells, and the bloody aura surrounding him became utterly chaotic.

"Bang!"

The indestructible blood-red great bell, due to the host's loss of composure, shattered with a roar.

Pulled by the spiritual energy, the old monk spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura instantly weakening to its extreme.

"While you're down, I'll take your life!"

Iron Bone Liu, who had been suppressed the entire time, would never let such an opportunity pass!

He let out a gleeful howl, his phantom ghost legs suddenly solidifying. With a gust of black wind, they fiercely swept towards the old monk's temples.

"Slap!"

The old monk was in immense pain at this moment and was utterly incapable of dodging.

This kick directly became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The old monk's head lolled to the side, and his body slumped softly to the ground. Only his eyes remained wide open, staring fixedly, as if questioning the heavens: why would such a shameless individual exist?

The prison cell finally fell silent.

Only Fang Mo's heavy gasps and the sound of blood flowing on the ground could be heard.

"Hoo..."

Fang Mo wiped the fine sweat beading on his forehead and let out a long breath.

These few guys were indeed tough.

They were still so capable of fighting even after being drugged and having their tendons severed upon entering.

If it weren't for his own shamelessness... no, his own cleverness, combined with Iron Bone Liu acting as cannon fodder to tie them down, he might have capsized in the gutter today.

He glanced at the three strangely shaped corpses on the ground. Instead of feeling disgusted, a smile of joyful harvest spread across his face.

Because, deep within his sea of consciousness.

The [Record of Punishing Crimes], as dark as ink, had already emitted an unprecedentedly dazzling light.