The consciousness returned to the original body, Iron Bull has replaced the new axle.
Fang Mo stood up and glanced at the looming dilapidated Daoist temple in the depths of Black Wind Ridge.
Since it is the stronghold of Corpse Herding Cult, even if there are only three or two kittens left, they cannot be kept for the New Year.
"Da Gui, don't eat it."
Fang Mo kicked Qian Dagui in the butt while he was still chewing dry food.
"Pack your things and head into the mountains."
"Ah? Still want to go in?" Qian Dagui made a grimace, with crumbs hanging from the corner of his mouth, "Boss, hasn't Great Worm already done it..."
"If you kill the guard dog, you have to skin the master Human Skin as well."
Fang Mo spoke in a cold tone and pointed to the mountains, "Besides, Lei Laohu took great pains to find us a good job. We have to do the job beautifully."
"Eradicate the root of the problem and kill Heart-Piercing."
"This Black Wind Ridge must be settled today!"
In the depths of Black Wind Ridge, there are jagged rocks and a howling wind.
The smell of rotting Corpse Odor is so strong that it hurts the eyes. The branches of dead trees are twisted, like ghost claws clawing at the sky. Forest white Beast Bone can be seen everywhere on the roadside, occasionally mixed with a few mutilated human skeletons, obviously the murdered woodcutter.
Qian Dagui shrank his neck and stood close behind Iron Bull, holding a large handful of evil-warming Yellow Talisman that he had bought at a high price, trembling.
Jie Se Monk felt at ease, spinning Prayer Beads quickly in his hand, muttering something to himself, whether he was trying to save the souls of the dead or planning the evening meal.
Fang Mo is at the forefront, [Netherworld Ghost Eye] is fully open, and there is no place for Yin Sha Qi around.
"Arrived."
Fang Mo stopped and looked at the building shrouded in Gray Mist halfway up the mountain.
The Daoist temple was built against the mountain. The gate collapsed in half. On the obliquely hanging plaque, the words "Sanqing" were written in dark red Cinnabar. The color was gloomy, resembling dried old blood.
"Master, there's something going on."
Old Yan knocked Pipe Bowl, his turbid old eyes narrowed, staring at the dense forest on both sides of the Daoist temple.
"Shashasha..."
A small grinding sound suddenly started.
Dozens of Green Haired Zombie jumped out of the forest.
These corpses were missing arms and legs, and were in ragged clothes. Some were dressed in woodcutter's linen clothes, some in Jianghu costumes, and even a few servants in rotten official uniforms were mixed in. They rolled their eyes, exposed their fangs, and had pitch-black nails like hooks. They roared like beasts from their throats, forming an instant encirclement.
"Oh my god! There are really zombies!" Qian Dagui screamed strangely, and Yellow Talisman was sprayed out from his hand.
Yellow Talisman hits the zombies and sends out bursts of smoke, but it only slows down their movements and does no actual damage.
"A bunch of things that have no peace of mind."
Fang Mo snorted, not paying attention to these low-level things at all.
"Iron Bull, clear the place."
"Drink!"
Iron Bull picked up Giant Hammer and rushed into the group of corpses like a humanoid War Chariot.
Bang!
The giant hammer fell, and Green Haired Zombie at the front instantly turned into flesh.
"Amitabha."
Jie Se has an erratic figure, wandering among the corpses like a butterfly wearing flowers. Tap your fingertips, and the charming Red Lotus blooms between the zombies' eyebrows.
The victim's body became stiff and immediately turned into a pool of pus and blood.
In less than a cup of tea, dozens of zombies were cleared away.
"Go in."
Fang Mo stepped into the dilapidated Daoist temple.
The light in the main hall is dim, and in the center of the altar is a statue of Evil God Statue with a ferocious face and tentacles all over its body.
In front of the statue, a Black Robe middle-aged man was kneeling on a futon, with his back to the door. The seven Oil Lamp lights around him were clearly extinguished, and the faint blue firelight reflected the strange ritual he was performing.
Black Robe Figure turned around slowly.
The face was pale and eyebrowless, the lips were as red as if they had just drank blood, and the vertical pupils emitted a cold light.
"He's got a good skin, much better than my good-for-nothing junior brother."
Black Robe Figure's voice was sharp and harsh, and his eyes looked at Fang Mo greedily, as if he was looking at a piece of fine Corpse Refiner material.
"You mean the one who plays with tigers?" Fang Mo shrugged, "It's too brittle and it broke without even exerting any force."
"When it's broken, it's broken. It just makes room for new ones."
Black Robe Figure suddenly opened the black cloth behind him.
Three gleaming golden coffins stood impressively!
"Get up!"
Black Robe Figure bites the tip of the tongue and sprays Essence Blood in one mouthful.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The coffin lid soared into the sky. Three zombies, all pitch black and exuding metallic luster, stood upright. Their bodies were covered with dense golden Runes carvings, and their eyes were red and smart, obviously having become intelligent.
"Bronze Armored Corpse!" Jie Se's face changed slightly, "It's comparable to Organ Refining Realm Peak, invulnerable and extremely difficult to deal with!"
"Organ Refining Realm Peak?"
Fang Mo smiled, eyes Fighting Spirit rising.
"Just in time, Prison Suppressor still lacks a few people who can fight."
The long sword was unsheathed, and the cold light cut through the darkness.
"These three belong to me, and the one who plays with bugs belongs to you."
Before he finished speaking, Fang Mo rushed out like a cannonball.
"Roar!"
Bronze Armored Corpse roared and rushed towards him.
Bang!
Fang Mo slashed the shoulder of the Bronze Armored Corpse in the middle with one knife. Sparks flew everywhere, and Treasure Saber was enough to cut through gold and cut jade, leaving only a white mark.
"It's interesting."
Fang Mo closed his sword into a fist, and the shadow of [Bloodthirsty Rakshasa] appeared behind him. The blue light in his eyes skyrocketed, and he instantly locked onto Rune Node on Bronze Armored Corpse's chest.
"Crush it for me!"
The fist wind enveloped the dark red Sha Qi, and struck with precision!
Click!
The indestructible bronze armor has cracks.
"How is it possible?!" Black Robe Figure exclaimed, "Can you break Vajra Corpse Talisman?!"
"There is no defense in this world that I can't break!"
Fang Mo laughed, punches rained down, and each blow was accompanied by Runes's shattering explosion.
Bang bang bang!
The golden light on Bronze Armored Corpse quickly dimmed, and finally with a crash, it scattered on the ground like broken porcelain.
After a stick of incense.
The main hall returned to deathly silence. The three Bronze Armored Corpse were turned into scrap metal, and Black Robe Figure also had its limbs disabled by Jie Se and Iron Bull, and lay limp on the ground like a dead dog.
Fang Mo walked up to him and looked down on him.
"Tell me, what benefits has Lei Laohu given you?"
Black Robe Figure Despair looked at this Demon God-like young man. "It's no good... He has our destiny in his hands... That mysterious man ten years ago... put a ban on us Soul Depth..."
It was ten years ago again.
Fang Mo frowned. Lei Heng is indeed inseparable from that incident.
"That's all you know."
Fang Mo's enthusiasm waned, and he stretched out his hand to press Black Robe Figure's Tianling cover.
"If you like playing with corpses, then go take a nice bath in my Oil Pot."
There was a flash of blue light, and the soul was pulled away.
[Containment Sin Prisoner: Corpse Herding Cult protector]
[Penalty: Oil Pot Hell!]
As Black Robe Figure disappeared, Black Wind Ridge Yin Sha Qi faded a bit.
"Da Gui, add flaming oil."
A moment later, raging fire soared into the sky and engulfed this sinful place.
Fang Mo stood in front of the fire, his face flickering between bright and dark.
"Lei Heng, this fire is just a greeting gift."
"It's time to settle our accounts."