"Poor families know this best."
Nian Nu'er After her words fell, Nine Nether Black Water had already passed under her feet and crossed the stone steps in front of the camp gate, and wrapped around the ankles of the two blood-robed monks in the front row with a loud sound.
Just as the two men were about to chant sutras, Black Water penetrated the flesh along the calves, and the Buddha's chants in their throats turned into muffled screams.
"Help me!"
"Uncle Master, there is something in the water!"
Western Desert The old monk raised his palm to take a picture, and the blood lotus Buddha Light smashed towards Black Water.
Snap!
With a flick of Nian Nu'er's fingertips, hundreds of thin blue threads protruded from Black Water, tearing Buddha Light into pieces, and then wrapped around the old monk's wrist bones.
She tilted her head and looked at him.
"Old Monk, why do you always like to repay the debt that Great Thunderclap Temple owed back then in installments?"
The old monk gritted his teeth and Blood Lotus Lamp rose to the top of his head.
"Demoness, you are no more than Half-step Dharma Aspect, how dare you insult me Buddhism?"
Nian Nu'er raised his hand and shook it.
Click.
The old monk's wrist bones were twisted off by Black Water, Blood Lotus Lamp was tilted, and most of the baby soul in the wick was swallowed by Nine Nether Black Water as soon as it cried out.
"I am in a good mood now, so I am talking to you."
She hooked her fingers back, and the old monk was dragged in front of her.
"If you're in a bad mood, you can't even say your last words."
On the other side, Demon Embryo has crashed into the masters of Imperial Guards and Western Desert.
Three Divine Treasure Realm joined forces to surround him, Blood Light split his chest, pressed the Buddha's seal on his head, blocked the road with black sand, and all their moves were aimed at Demon Embryo's chest.
Fang Mo stood in front of the gate and did not move. He only threw Immortal Alliance Leader's head to Old Yan.
Old Yan caught it on the gatehouse and took a look down.
"Master, is this thing valuable?"
Fang Mo said, "Let's see who buys it."
Old Yan chuckled.
"Then I'll hang up high and wake up His Majesty."
Zhao Heng was sitting in the dragon chariot, the jade powder on his face was washed out by cold sweat.
"Escort me, protect me quickly!"
General Imperial Guards drew his sword and shouted, "Vanguard Army, end Dragon Scale Formation!"
Iron Bull walked from the crack in the ground carrying a hammer. Hearing these words, he didn't stop.
"Dragon?"
Imperial Guards General said angrily, "Stop him!"
More than a dozen heavy shields were erected at the same time, with Black Dragon patterns appearing on the shield surface.
Iron Bull hammer.
Bang!
The shield wall dented inward, and Imperial Guards in the front row flew out with people and shields, knocking over the golden steps in front of the dragon chariot.
Iron Bull looked at the general.
"Where are the scales?"
The general's hand holding the sword was trembling, but he still managed to shout.
"Fight to the death for His Majesty!"
Iron Bull nodded.
"Oh."
He hammered down for the second time, and with a bang, the general was smashed into the ground with his sword and armor, and blood spurted out from the cracks in his armor.
On the gate, Li Mingyue looked at this scene and whispered, "He didn't let us take action."
Old Yan hung Immortal Alliance Leader's head to the highest point of the gate tower, then turned around and said, "Young Master is letting them understand that Prison Suppressor does not rely on him alone to support his appearance."
Li Mingyue said, "Zhao Heng will go crazy."
Old Yan smiled and said, "He has gone crazy a long time ago, but he still looked like a human being when he was wearing Dragon Robe."
Fang Mo raised his eyes.
"Old Yan."
Old Yan Stand up straight immediately.
"Master's orders."
Fang Mo said, "Where is Mo Qianshan?"
Old Yan points to the direction of Dongshi.
"He was held back by National Fortune, just pretending. He was waiting for His Majesty to take out all his cards."
Zhao Heng Hearing this, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Dongshi.
In the distant street, a bloody sword light rose, and Mo Qianshan's laughter came along the wind.
"Old Yan, you talk too fast, I want to kill two more."
Immediately afterwards, several heads wearing palace ceremonial robes flew out of the streets and rolled in front of the dragon chariot.
Zhao Heng Seeing a familiar face among them, he finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell off the dragon chariot.
"National Preceptor?"
Fang Mo walked towards him.
Zhao Heng used his hands and feet to step back. Dragon Robe's hem was stepped on by him, and he fell into the bloody mud.
"Fang Mo, I can give up the throne, I can make you the regent, Heavenly Prison belongs to you, Demon Suppression Division belongs to you, Imperial Guards also belongs to you."
Fang Mo didn't stop.
Zhao Heng pulled off the jade seal from his waist and raised his hands.
"I will give you the jade seal, whoever you want to be the emperor Imperial Capital OK. You helped me up, I am still useful."
Fang Mo looked at him.
"Now that you think about it, I was the one who helped you?"
Zhao Heng's voice trembled.
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have touched Heavenly Prison, I shouldn't have listened to those bald donkeys Western Desert, and I shouldn't have believed that Immortal Alliance could kill you."
Nian Nu'er Over there, the old monk's legs had been dragged off by Black Water, Blood Lotus Lamp was pinched in her palms, and the infant soul in the lamp was washed away by Nine Nether Black Water, turning into gray-white light spots and scattered into Prison Suppressor Patterns.
The old monk lay on the ground and looked back with difficulty at Zhao Heng.
"His Majesty, Buddhism are here for you, you can't kneel."
Zhao Heng grabbed the jade seal on the ground and threw it at him.
"Shut up! It's all you who hurt me!"
Nian Nu'er chuckled.
"Is this called the Son of Heaven?"
The old monk's forehead was smashed by the jade seal, and the Buddha Light in his eyes finally collapsed.
Over at Demon Embryo, three Divine Treasure Realm have been nailed to the ground by Prison Suppressor Chains through their chests.
One of them also wanted to self-destruct Divine Treasury, and the twelve circles of golden patterns on Demon Embryo's chest lit up. The newly learned Open Door Law in his body showed off, and directly dragged that person's Divine Soul into the light core.
"Ah!"
As soon as the scream came out, it was swallowed up by the light of silence.
The remaining two people looked pale.
"What is this Monster?"
Fang Mo There is no looking back.
"My Divine General."
Demon Embryo closed his palms, and the necks of two Divine Treasure Realm were cut off by the chains at the same time, and Sins's soul light was swept away by Record of Punishing Crimes through the air.
Zhao Heng was kneeling in the bloody mud, with yellow turbid water stains spreading under the hem of his pants, Dragon Robe was soaked all over.
A jailer on the gate tower saw it and couldn't help but cursed, "Is this worthy of being an emperor?"
Zhao Heng ignored the shame and climbed to Fang Mo's feet, grabbing his crown with both hands.
"Fang Mo, spare me, I am willing to be a puppet. I am willing to kneel at the door of Heavenly Prison to guard the door for you every day."
Fang Mo looked down at him.
"You can't hold it."
Zhao Heng raised his face.
"I can write an edict to punish oneself, I can open the royal secret treasury, I know there is a secret dragon vein hidden in Old Emperor, I will tell you."
Fang Mo said, "I will take these myself."
Zhao Heng's hand slowly let go of the crown, and the last bit of desire for survival in his eyes turned into resentment.
"You can't kill me. If you kill me, Great Qian National Fortune will be in chaos, the kings will rebel, the people will be in chaos, and Divine Capital will be in chaos."
Fang Mo raised his foot and stepped on his back.
"Then change it."
Zhao Heng didn't understand yet, Fang Mo's palm Prison Suppressor Patterns landed on the back of his neck.
Click.
National Fortune Dragon Qi was forcibly pulled out of Zhao Heng's body. The golden dragon shadow struggled to bite Fang Mo, but Prison Suppressor Chains passed through the dragon's head and was dragged into the palm.
Zhao Heng screamed and lay on the ground, his cultivation, energy and blood, and Emperor's destiny were all stripped away, and his originally plump face quickly shriveled up.
"My dragon spirit, my throne, Fang Mo, give it back to me!"
Fang Mo raised his foot and kicked him to Old Yan's feet.
"It's useless, don't let him die."
Old Yan jumped off the gate tower, Boning Knife pressed against the back of Zhao Heng's neck.
"Don't worry, young master, I will let him live a clear life."
Li Mingyue walked down from the gatehouse and looked at the corpses on the ground and Imperial Guards kneeling together.
"Who will give the throne to?"
Fang Mo looked in the direction of Imperial City.
"Who is left clean in the royal family?"
Old Yan thought for a while.
"There is a three-year-old little prince in the Cold Palace. His mother's family has long since died. He usually relies on the palace maids to steal rice and soup to support him. His name is Zhao Yan."
Li Mingyue frowned.
"Three years old?"
Fang Mo said, "That's enough."
Nian Nu'er walked back with Blood Lotus Lamp, and the light had changed from blood red to faint blue.
"Your Majesty, do you want to establish a doll?"
Fang Mo said, "The baby is obedient."
Old Yan added.
"It also saves food."
Li Mingyue glanced at him.
Old Yan coughed.
"The old man said it wrong, please don't worry."
Fang Mo raised his hand and pressed the National Fortune Dragon Qi extracted from Zhao Heng's body into a Prison Suppressor Patterns.
The golden dragon rolled in the lines and was finally pressed into a small dark gold seal.
"Old Yan, take people into the palace and get Zhao Yan out."
Old Yan asked, "Palace What if someone stops me?"
Fang Mo looked at Imperial Guards who was kneeling on the ground.
"Show them Zhao Heng."
Zhao Heng was lying in the bloody mud. When he heard his name, he shouted in a hissing voice, "I haven't abdicated the throne yet. Who dares to enter the palace?"
Snap.
Old Yan slapped his mouth with the back of the knife, causing teeth to fly out.
"His Majesty, save your energy, you will have to write an edict to sin against yourself in the future."
Nian Nu'er looked in the direction of Imperial City, with blue water flowing under his eyes.
"Sir, Northern Border that Karma Threads is moving, White Pagoda is about to open the door."
Fang Mo looked up, and there was a pale beam of light piercing Cloud Layer from the horizon. The strange white light could be seen from far away Divine Capital.
Li Mingyue Hold Spring Embroidered Saber tight.
"Go to Northern Border now?"
Fang Mo looked at the white light, and the small dark gold seal in the palm of his hand slowly pressed National Fortune Dragon Qi.
"Bring the little emperor first."
Old Yan lifted Zhao Heng and walked towards Imperial City with a smile.
"Master, what if the baby cries?"
Fang Mo said, "Let Zhao Heng coax you."
Zhao Heng's mouth was full of blood. He was dragged by Old Yan past the mountain of corpses in front of Heavenly Prison's door. Hearing these words, he began to struggle.
"Fang Mo, you can't humiliate me like this!"
Fang Mo turned around, Prison Suppressor Patterns paved all the way from Heavenly Prison Gate to Imperial City.
"From today on, Great Qian, I don't have you."