Prison Suppressor In the dome, blood clouds surged.
In the center of the square, in a newly built cage, Yin Mountain Daoist's soul huddled up in a ball.
Without the shell of his withered flesh, he was like a skinned mouse in this Sha Qi-filled Jedi world, trembling with every inch of Soul Body.
"Where is this? Who are you!"
"Bang!"
A sap hit him on the back of the head, and Soul Body almost fell apart.
Wang Ergou put Water-Fire Cudgel on his shoulder, spitting on Daoist's face. "Where are you calling for souls? When you get to this realm, if it's a dragon, you have to sit down, if it's a tiger, you have to lie down! Don't you see Master Warden there? Kneel down!"
Daoist Soul Body trembled violently and looked up.
I saw a figure towering like a mountain above the towering Black Iron Throne. Fang Mo, wearing Dark Gold Black Robe, tapped the handrail with his fingertips, looking indifferently as if looking at an ant.
"Wang Ergou."
"The little one is here!"
Wang Ergou immediately put on a flattering face and ran forward with Water-Fire Cudgel still dripping blood. Behind him, Gu Yichuan, Luo Changfeng and other Ghost Soldier poked their heads around, with bloodthirsty light shining in their eyes.
Newcomers are coming.
It means having fun, and it also means being able to show your face in front of your new master.
"This old guy has such a bad mouth, clean him up." Fang Mo's voice was calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, "By the way, take out the contents of his stomach. I want to know what kind of character this Corpse Herding Cult is, and who gave him the courage to block my way in Black Wind Ridge."
"Okay! Just lift it up!"
Wang Ergou laughed strangely, turned around and walked towards the cage, the expression on his face instantly became ferocious.
"Hey, old bastard, we are very particular about 'persuading people with virtue' here."
Yin Mountain Daoist looked at the Water-Fire Cudgel that became extremely terrifying under the blessing of the laws of this place, and his psychological defense collapsed instantly.
"Don't fight! I said! I will say anything!"
"Too late!"
"Pfft!"
Water-Fire Cudgel penetrates Soul Body without any fancy.
"Ah--!!!"
The shrill screams echoed in the square, making all the ghosts feel happy.
Fang Mo's expression remained unchanged, his eyes fell on [Record of Punishing Crimes] suspended in mid-air. The pages of the book were turning, and the ink was dripping.
[Sin Prisoner: Yin Mountain Daoist]
[Life: He was kidnapped when he was a child, and he became a religious cultivator. He dug three thousand graves in thirty years, Corpse Refiner 800. In order to refine Bronze Armored Corpse, he buried forty-nine boys and girls alive. He occupied Black Wind Ridge, colluded with the government, robbed and killed merchants, dismembered the corpses and refined oil...]
The ink is smudged, and the judgment emerges:
[Digging graves cuts off yin and yang, Corpse Refiner loses his conscience.]
[The black wind buries the dead bones, Oil Pot washes the broken intestines.]
Rumble--!
Prison Suppressor Thunder exploded in the sky, and a dark crack tore open the sky.
A huge black iron cauldron that was about ten feet wide was hit by the force of wind and thunder, and hit the center of the square. The walls of the cauldron were covered with Ferocious Ghost Face reliefs, squirming like living creatures.
Fang Mo had a thought in his mind.
Dark red grease gushes out of thin air, filling the cauldron instantly. The bottom of the pot spontaneously ignites, and a faint blue Karma Fire rises.
Gudu... Gudu...
The oil blossoms are rolling, it is the corpse oil condensed by countless sins and resentments, specially used to refine the soul and remove impurities.
Fang Mo The corner of his mouth curled up.
This reward is impressive enough.
In the past, I was only given for cultivation, but this time I was directly given a set of Torture Instrument.
With this thing, you don't even have to move your hands during interrogations.
He stretched out his hand and pointed at Yin Mountain Daoist: "Now that you are here, please get this Daoist master off the boil and take a good bath."
"No! My lord, spare my life!"
Yin Mountain Daoist Looking at the boiling Oil Pot, Soul Body instinctively wanted to break up and escape. The heat wave aimed at the soul was thousands of times more terrifying than being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
"I am from Commander Lei! I have money! I know where the treasure is! Don't kill me!"
"Noisy."
Fang Mo Five fingers virtual grip.
Wow!
The chain broke through the air and wrapped around Daoist's neck. Amidst his Despair screams, he was thrown into Oil Pot.
"Zira--!"
Like cold water poured into boiling oil, a violent explosion sounded. The soul of Daoist struggled wildly in Oil Pot. Every time it rose and fell, Soul Body became more transparent, and the black impurities turned into blue smoke rising.
Fang Mo raised his hand to make a false grab.
Countless memory fragments were peeled off from the blue smoke, which converged into a stream of light and penetrated into the center of his eyebrows.
Memory review.
The screen flashes.
How Yin Mountain Daoist established a stronghold in Black Wind Ridge, how to intercept and kill merchants, and how in Secret Chamber he divided the stolen goods with Lei Heng who was wearing Flying Fish Robe, and made a poisonous plan to support the bandit's self-respect.
Lei Heng's greedy and sinister face is extremely clear.
"Sure enough, it's you." Fang Mo sneered in his heart.
Reverse the scene, it was ten years ago.
Northern Border border, Corpse Herding Cult general altar, Corpse Qi covering the sky.
At that time, Corpse Herding Cult was still a behemoth in the Northern Border border, with thousands of followers, Corpse Refiner exceeding ten thousand, and it was a powerful figure.
On a dark and windy night, a dozen men in black wearing bronze masks suddenly arrived.
The man at the head was tall and tall, carrying a simple long knife. He just took a simple step and swung the knife.
The sword lights up.
The night was torn apart.
Fang Mo's mind was shaken suddenly, and it felt like being hit in the chest by a heavy hammer.
Even if he was just watching through his memory, even with the dual blessings of [Netherworld Ghost Eye] and [Still Water Mirror], he still felt his eyes stinging and his soul trembling.
Because the man wielding the knife and that back look are so familiar.
Although his temperament is completely different, his arrogance and domineering attitude are completely different from the honest man in his memory who only squatted at the door of Heavenly Prison smoking cigarettes and nodded and bowed when he saw his boss.
But that's his dad.
Fang Dashan.
In the picture, Fang Dashan swings out a sword, and Blade Light, which is a hundred feet long, stretches across the sky, like the Milky Way hanging upside down.
The Cult Protection Formation that Corpse Herding Cult was proud of was like paper and instantly shattered in front of that knife.
The leader, together with the Flying Yasha known as Indestructible Vajra, didn't even have time to scream, and were turned into powder in the light of the sword.
It was pure power, and something Martial Dao Will that transcended Fang Mo's cognition.
"Only the first culprit will be killed, and the rest... will not be bothered to kill."
It is precisely because of this disdain that Yin Mountain Daoist and other minions were able to survive and escaped at the feet of Divine Capital.
The scene stopped abruptly.
In Prison Suppressor square, Oil Pot was still boiling, but Fang Mo did not move for a long time.
He sat on Throne, his brows furrowed into the character Sichuan.
"Dad..."
Fang Mo murmured to himself.
He originally thought that he was just a second-generation loser who counterattacked with a plug-in. He thought that his father's death was just some evil thing that escaped from the Heavenly Prison turmoil.
Now it seems that the so-called heart failure due to overwork is simply a big joke.
A man with the kind of strength that can kill Corpse Herding Cult with one sword will be exhausted to death?
What a joke.
"Old man, how many things have you hidden from me?"
Fang Mo gripped the armrest tightly, his knuckles turned white.
"Who are those mysterious people? Why did you stay at Heavenly Prison as a jailer for the rest of your life? Also, who killed you?"
Countless mysteries came to mind.
Fang Mo took a deep breath and suppressed these questions temporarily.
He knows that he is still too weak now.
If you want to uncover the truth, you must first survive and become stronger, strong enough to wield that amazing sword again, or even surpass that sword.
"Uncle Wang..."
Fang Mo thought of Wang Youan who seemed greasy and greedy for money.
Since Dad has this kind of background, Wang Youan, who is Dad's best friend, can never be just an ordinary warden.
"I have to have a good chat with that old fox when I get back."
Fang Mo stood up, the confusion in his eyes dissipated, replaced by something as sharp as a blade.
"But not before that."
He looked in the direction of Black Wind Ridge, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a cold smile.
"Finish this meal first and settle the accounts."