The white lotus flower carried Fang Mo back to the shore, looking down at Chen Shuangbai and Zhao Shiyong. Upon hearing this, it sneered.
"His left and right arms... are merely materials for my path to enlightenment."
"So what if he's dead? There are plenty of other people at home anyway."
boom!
A chilling, demonic light rose, blocking a streak of crimson flame. Fang Mo looked at Zhao Shiyong, who was still in a fist-pumping stance, and laughed, "This White Bone Lotus Seat was bestowed upon me by my master. It's a top-grade magic Law Artifact, capable of both offense and defense. Your ' Shattering Fire Fist ' is probably not up to par."
Zhao Shiyong's expression turned serious after being mocked. "Anyone can talk big. Wait till I cut you down from your horse, then we'll see if your mouth is still so stubborn."
Fang Mo simply smiled.
The White Bone Lotus Seat beneath them, with its eerie white runes, lit up once more, releasing hundreds upon hundreds of white bone arrows that rained down, engulfing both Chen Shuangbai and Zhao Shiyong.
Zhao Shiyong neither dodged nor evaded. He raised his left hand, and the fiery cloud pattern on his robe lit up, burning the incoming white bone arrows into black powder.
Chen Shuangbai didn't have any powerful defensive magic Law Artifact on her body, so she could only summon the Flowing Cloud Flying Pouch, which transformed into a wisp of white mist to dodge the rain of white bone arrows.
There is still a difference between the outer gate and the inner gate.
Chen Shuangbai looked at Zhao Shiyong, who remained unmoved amidst the rain of white bone arrows, and felt a slight pang of envy.
The robe he was wearing was also a dharma robe, but it only had the effects of purification and weak spiritual gathering, so it was naturally inferior to the dharma robe worn by Zhao Shiyong, inner disciple of the Profound Firmament Sect.
Seeing that his move had no effect, but not yet ended, and instead maintained the rain of bone arrows, Fang Mo stretched out his right hand and formed a Method Formula, " White Bone Heart-Piercing Stab!"
Buzz--!
An invisible wave spread throughout the underground space and suddenly erupted!
A hint of smugness rose in Fang Mo's heart.
The name " White Bone Heart-Piercing Stab" sounds like that of Law Artifact, but it is actually a secret technique of the Evil Bone Lineage of the Heart-Eroding Stronghold, a secret art of attacking the soul.
Fang Mo had also won the favor of his master to learn this Secret Method. He had cultivated it in seclusion for many years and rarely used it, but once he did, his opponent would be caught off guard and suffer the consequences.
At best, it will damage the soul, cause splitting headaches, and disrupt Law Power; at worst, it will shatter the sea of consciousness and scatter the soul!
The two people before him were of similar background to Fang Mo, but they had far too few opportunities to face the magic of their own Heart-Eroding Stronghold, therefore...
Fang Mo had already imagined Chen Shuangbai and Zhao Shiyong kneeling on the ground, their expressions pained, begging for mercy. However, when he focused his gaze, the faint smile on his face suddenly froze.
"How..."
" Threefold Fire Flowing Light!"
With flames rising beneath his feet, Zhao Shiyong took advantage of Fang Mo's distraction and leaped high into the air, rushing towards him amidst the rain of white bone arrows. He raised his fist high, surrounded by crimson flames, then suddenly shrank it into three streaks of fire before striking down with his fist!
Upon the White Bone Lotus Seat, demonic light rose once more, barely blocking the three beams of fire.
But Fang Mo didn't care about that. He stared at Zhao Shiyong, who was so close to him, trying to see the suppressed pain of his soul being torn apart on the other's face. But Zhao Shiyong's face only showed the excitement of high fighting spirit, without the slightest bit of suppressed pain.
"What should I say...?"
call out!
A cold, eerie blue light shot out from behind him, carrying a chilling aura. It cut through the hastily rising demonic light from the White Bone Lotus Seat and pierced Fang Mo's lower back.
Chen Shuangbai's deep voice rang out at that moment.
"Burst!"
The biting cold and the exhilarating white lightning erupted suddenly, but it lacked the grandeur of the Yang Thunder Method. Instead, it resembled a shattered ice ball bursting apart by an external force, except that it contained insidious Yin Lightning.
"Ah!"
Fang Mo off guard, Fang Mo felt an indescribable stinging pain in his lower back, but he didn't have time to heal the wound. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he unleashed the powerful aura of Late Qi Refining Stage cultivator.
Just before the other side could erupt, Zhao Shiyong and Chen Shuangbai had already made their way away.
With the Cold Spring Sword in hand, Chen Shuangbai stood atop the Flowing Cloud Flying Pouch, constantly shifting his position around the central stone pillar to prevent Fang Mo from locking onto his location. At the same time, he secretly praised his good teammate.
Zhao Shiyong felt the same way.
He hadn't expected Chen Shuangbai to act so decisively. Almost the instant he drew Fang Mo, she struck, cutting through the opponent's weak point and landing a fatal blow.
The lotus throne shone brightly, and the runes on it flickered on and off, causing the rain of bone arrows to cease.
But Fang Mo's figure once again disappeared into the demonic light, his face terribly gloomy. At the same time, he touched the wound on his back and saw a hand full of dark blue frost, which made him even more gloomy.
The raging Yin Lightning raged within his body, but only for a fleeting moment. Then, a flash of demonic light appeared on his body, and the marks of his bones became clearly visible before he fell silent.
Chen Shuangbai recognized it as a body-refining technique from the Evil Bone Lineage of the Heart-Eroding Stronghold, called " Baleful Intent Fire White Bone Body," which uses Sha Qi to refine poisonous fire to burn one's own bones.
The entire process is nothing short of self-torture. Those who succeed in this process often become inhuman, at the very least becoming emotionally detached.
Chen Shuangbai felt no disappointment.
His move was to test this person's abilities, and now that he has seen the " Baleful Intent Fire White Bone Body," it was worth it.
Zhao Shiyong launched a fierce attack.
Most disciples of the Profound Firmament Sect choose between fire magic and Thunder Method, but cultivators suitable for practicing Thunder Method are extremely rare, hence the great popularity of Xuanxiao fire magic.
Cultivators who practice fire magic often possess a temperament like crimson fire—both warm and volatile. In combat, this manifests as—
attack!
attack!!
It's fucking... an attack!!!
He seemed to transform into a ball of fire, launching attacks from all directions simultaneously at Fang Mo on the White Bone Lotus Seat. Each move was fierce, aggressive like fire, wide and sweeping, causing the ground to crack, the lake water to evaporate, and the demonic light on the White Bone Lotus Seat to tremble continuously.
He was trash-talking while he was hitting.
"Coward!"
"You turtle who only knows how to cower inside Law Artifact... doesn't dare to come out and fight me properly?"
"I think your Heart-Eroding Stronghold shouldn't even call itself a legitimate demonic sect anymore. Why don't you just find a quagmire and burrow into it, becoming those ancient, thousand-year-old tortoises?"
Hahahaha!!!
Chen Shuangbai rubbed his forehead, and had to admit... although this disciple of the Profound Firmament Sect was very hardworking, his trash-talking skills... were really not good and still needed improvement.
On the White Bone Lotus Seat, Fang Mo's injuries had stabilized, but he was still not easy to move.
Although the Yin Lightning hidden in Chen Shuangbai's sword did not seriously injure him, it was still Thunder Method, which made his whole body numb and unable to move. He could only stand in place and be attacked by Zhao Shiyong like a target.
It was indeed a top-grade magic Law Artifact, and coupled with the fact that this person was at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining or even the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, Zhao Shiyong couldn't break through the defense of the White Bone Lotus Seat with just his fists for a while.
A deeper killing intent emanated from Fang Mo's lifeless eyes.