The smelly corpse wind enveloped Black Mist and completely engulfed Fang Mo's figure.
Zombie Tiger named Black Fiend opened its huge mouth, and yellow-green Corpse Poison surged in its throat. It was a poison that had been accumulated for several years and would kill if touched.
The withered Daoist hand seals the seal on the back, and the gray-white pupils reveal cruel pleasure.
"What a strong body, made of fine Corpse Puppet material."
Daoist had a weird laugh like a night owl in his throat, and when he changed the seal in his hand, he wanted to urge the corpse tiger to come forward and share the food.
But as soon as the laughter left his mouth, it got stuck in his throat.
From the center of the surging Black Mist, the expected screams did not come out.
On the contrary, the originally thick poisonous barrier seemed to have encountered rolling oily snow and retreated in all directions, revealing a strange vacuum zone.
In the center of the vacuum, a strange red light suddenly appeared.
The red light was too fast and sharp, cutting off the line of sight and Daoist's perception.
"Afterimage?"
Daoist As soon as this thought arose in his mind, his scalp felt numb. Where was the afterimage? They were clearly three solid bloody bodies, each exuding a violent aura that made Divine Soul shudder.
"Blood Shadow Clone?! Blood God Temple The secrets of those madmen?"
The alarm bells blared in Daoist's heart, and his skinny fingers shook the pitch-black Soul-Snatching Bell wildly, trying to call back the protector Black Fiend. The bell sounded rapidly, exploding in the wilderness, with a magical sound that was confusing.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
The figure of Fang Mo has arrived. He did not attack from the front, but appeared strangely in the blind spot beside Daoist, surrounded by red light, and the whole person looked like an unsheathed Fierce Weapon.
"Too slow."
Two words came lightly into Daoist's ears.
Immediately followed were three sword rays.
The first sword, as fast as thunder, struck directly at Daoist's right hand holding the bell.
"Clang!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing did not sound, only the dull sound of sharp blades cutting into rotten wood.
The withered palm flew up into the air together with the pitch-black Soul-Snatching Bell. No blood spurted out from the incision, only the gray-black Corpse Qi hissed out.
Daoist didn't even have time to scream, the second knife had arrived.
This knife was even more sinister. The blade swept across, carrying dark red energy, and directly cut away the protective layer of Natal Corpse Fiend around Daoist. That was the support he had relied on for decades of hard training, but at this moment it was as fragile as tissue paper.
The third knife is also the only real knife.
Steel Saber penetrated the back of Daoist's neck, and a puff of Black Blood emerged from the throat with the tip of the knife.
Fang Mo Turned his wrist slightly, the blade stirred in the flesh.
Daoist's eyes were wide open, his gray-white pupils trembling violently, and his hands desperately grasped the blade on his neck, trying to pull out this deadly weapon.
There was a gurgling sound of bubbles in the throat, which was the last struggle after the trachea was cut off.
He doesn't understand.
How could a little Demon Suppression Division jailer be proficient in such top-notch Demonic Path killing techniques? This body technique is so weird and this sword technique is so ruthless, even Blood God Temple's true disciples are only like this.
Fang Mo didn't give him time to think.
Use your arm to exert force and slash with the sword.
A shriveled and skinny head rose into the sky, rolled twice in the air, and fell into the dust.
The headless corpse swayed twice, fell off the tiger's back, and fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Ho--!"
Losing the control of its owner and being stimulated by the strong smell of blood, Zombie Tiger named Black Fiend completely lost control.
It is a dead thing and has nothing to fear.
The pair of beast eyes as big as copper bells flashed with chaotic red light, and the huge body twisted and rushed towards Fang Mo with a fishy wind.
The long tongue covered with barbs is like a poisonous whip, curling towards Fang Mo's waist and abdomen.
This beast is extremely powerful. If this volume is implemented, even Hundred Refined Steel will be strangled.
Fang Mo stands on the same spot, with roots growing under his feet.
Faced with this critical blow, he did not dodge, and did not even raise the knife.
He stepped heavily with his left foot, and the hard loess pavement of the official road beneath his feet cracked instantly, and spiderweb-like cracks spread around.
With the force of the earthquake, his waist and abdominal muscles were as tight as steel cables, Spinal Dragon made an explosion, and his right leg swept out like a siege hammer.
Pure physical strength.
No skills or fancy required.
"Boom!"
This kick hit Black Tiger firmly on the chin.
The dull crashing sound made people's teeth ache, and a white wave visible to the naked eye exploded in the air.
Accompanied by the numbing sound of bones shattering, the huge beast weighing a thousand kilograms and covered with Vajra Talisman was kicked off the ground.
The huge body rolled in the air and hit a huge rock a few feet away.
Boom!
The rocks shattered and smoke flew everywhere.
Black Tiger struggled to get up, but its lower jaw had been completely shattered and half of its head was sunken. It could only let out indistinct whimpering on the ground, its limbs twitched, and there was no longer the fierce flames.
Fang Mo sheathed the sword and stepped forward.
With every step he took, the aura on his body became colder.
Walking in front of Black Tiger, he did not add another blow, but slowly stretched out his right hand, spread his fingers, and gently pressed it on the huge tiger head that was still twitching slightly.
At this time, Fang Mo had a faint blue light in his eyes intertwined with a dark red light in his abdomen, and his whole person exuded an even more evil aura than Demon.
"Just in time, I'm hungry again."
Inside the Stomach Palace, the newly opened Viscera Temple shook violently. The phantom of Cannibal Rakshasa imprisoned inside let out a roar of desire. The hunger that originated from Soul Depth made Fang Mo's palms become hot.
[Gold Swallowing Stone Transformation]
Divine Ability starts.
Under the palm of the hand, the iron-hard Zombie Tiger softened visibly to the naked eye. The rotten flesh and blood, Runes bones, and stagnant corpses instantly turned into a turbid and majestic torrent of energy, pouring crazily down the arm.
"Ouch..."
Black Tiger let out the last cry, and the voice was full of fear of natural enemies.
Black Tiger let out a final cry.
In just three breaths, the ferocious beast evaporated out of thin air, leaving only a few Mortal Iron stirrups scattered in the dust.
"Hiccup."
Fang Mo burped and spit out a mouthful of gray-white Turbid Qi.
There was a roar like a rushing river inside his body.
Although Zombie Tiger is a dead thing, this Corpse Herding Cult In order to sacrifice it, Daoist filled it with countless living creatures' flesh and blood and rare medicinal materials. Now, under the double pressure of [Record of Punishing Crimes] and Stomach God, these essences have been eliminated and turned into a billowing stream of heat, breaking through the barriers in Fang Mo's body without any hindrance.
The energy and blood that had reached the bottleneck began to boil again.
All 206 bones in the body trembled at this moment, making a pleasant sound of gold and jade.
The warm jade-colored luster became deeper and deeper, vaguely revealing a meaning of immortality. The muscle fibers were broken and reorganized under the erosion of the heat flow, becoming denser and tougher.
Mid Organ Refining Realm, broken!
Fang Mo clenched his fist. The feeling of the air being squeezed out from his fingertips, and the feeling of power that was so full that it was about to overflow, made him a little intoxicated.
"What a pity."
Fang Mo smacked his lips with unfinished content, his eyes swept over the headless Daoist corpse not far away, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.
"If this Daoist comes with three or five more, this Stomach God will be completely full. I can also take advantage of the trend to attack Organ Refining Peak and start building a second Viscera Temple. In the end, Rogue Cultivator's family is too thin."
Not far away.
Qian Dagui poked half of his head out from behind the carriage, looked at this scene, and subconsciously covered his mouth.
"Boss, did he eat that big tiger?"
Jie Se Monk is sitting cross-legged on Shitou, Prayer Beads is spinning very fast in his hands, and his peach blossom eyes are full of solemnity.
"Amitabha, swallows the corpse of a demon alive and transforms it into something useful. With Fang Shizhu's appetite, even Buddha's Golden Body would dare to take a bite."
Only Iron Bull looked calm. In other words, this stupid guy didn't care what Fang Mo ate, as long as Fang Mo was still the big brother who gave him money and took him to eat meat.
"Iron Bull, stop looking and fix the car."
Fang Mo's voice came, calm as usual, as if it was not him who had swallowed Demon just now.
"Da Gui, burn Daoist's body on the ground. Don't leave any traces. Old Yan, clean up the surrounding area."
After giving all these instructions, Fang Mo found a piece of Bluestone with the wind behind it, and leaned up at will.
"I'll squint for a while and call me when I'm done."
Soul Depth, the dark Prison Suppressor shook again, [Record of Punishing Crimes] turned a new page, waiting to write a new Sins.