In my heart, thousands of invisible steel files are pulling madly.
That is not a sound, but the destruction Law that is embodied here.
Every inch of the lungs tended to disintegrate in the high-frequency tremors, and the chest became a closed echo chamber, repeatedly folding and amplifying the shrill rhythm that could shatter Divine Soul.
Blood surged up from the throat, smelling fishy and sweet like broken viscera, but it could not be coughed out and could only roll in the mouth.
The pain is enough to break any iron will.
Fang Mo However, under such extreme torture, he managed to capture a glimmer of clarity.
It is the absolute calmness that the body squeezes out in order to survive when it is on the verge of death.
The more pain, the hotter the blood.
The soles of his feet stepped heavily on the ground, but they did not bounce up. Instead, they were like an old pine with roots, firmly wedged deep into the rock formations.
Divine Ability, Nine Nether Spring Surge.
The Cold Earth Qi underfoot, which has never seen the light of day, was summoned by some ancient Authority.
They pour back crazily along the Yongquan Acupoint and flow upstream along the meridians.
Kidney Palace roars, and the Divine Temple of Pink Gold blooms in Sea of Consciousness, transforming these messy earth energy into the sticky, cold and vital Black Water Essence Qi.
Among Five Elements, Kidney Water moistens Lung Metal.
Black Water Essence Qi rushed into Lung Meridian and turned into a thick oil film, forcibly covering the alveoli that were about to burst.
The sound waves that were raging inside the body hit this flexible black film. Although they were still vibrating endlessly, they were dissolved layer by layer by the filthy power originating from Source of Life.
Fang Mo didn't even wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Taking advantage of this moment of breathing, Spinal Dragon suddenly trembled.
The fishy wind suddenly arises.
His whole body turned into an afterimage flying close to the ground, heading towards the haggard old man in the corner.
The long sword at the waist is unsheathed.
Within the blade, countless dead souls who had died under this sword were roaring, and the Bloody River rushed out, carrying the majestic energy and blood of Fang Mo and Organ Refining Realm Peak, turning into a red light that could split life and death.
This knife is nothing fancy.
Only the determination that cut off the sky was in the old man's memory.
Heaven Slash!
The blade tore through the sticky silence, and the air was cut through it, making the crisp sound of tearing cloth. The red light approached the old man's Tianling Cap in the blink of an eye, and Blade Qi arrived first, ruffling the few strands of sparse withered hair.
At that moment, the tip of the knife, which could cut through gold and cut jade, was about to touch the scalp.
The old man moved.
He did not stand up, nor did he raise the bone-white suona in his hand to block. He just slowly raised his head, and raised his eyes that had been lowered.
Fang Mo's wrist holding the knife felt unprecedented resistance at this moment.
What kind of eyes are those?
There was nothing in the eye sockets, no pupils, no whites of the eyes, and no reflection. There was only a dead silence of Chaos, like the pale sky of Despair after heavy snow closed the mountains, and like the color of rotten flesh soaked in Corpse Water for three months.
Neither Fang Mo nor the knife can be seen in these eyes.
Some are just the indifference of those high in the clouds looking down at the ants.
Buzz--!
Blood Soul Long Saber is three inches away from the old man's head and cannot move any further.
It's not that Fang Mo is holding back, it's that he can't cut it.
A layer of transparent ripples rippled around the old man's body. It was not Body Protection Qi, but the sound waves were compressed to the extreme, forming a high-frequency vibrating air wall.
When the blade of the blade came into contact with the ripples, it did not emit the sound of gold and iron, but instead erupted into a tooth-piercing scream.
"Ka ka ka..."
The Fang Mo tiger's mouth burst open, and blood flowed down the handle. He felt as if his knife had struck a high-speed rotating Diamond Mountain. The huge shock force was transmitted along the arm, making half of his body numb.
"It's interesting."
A dry, hoarse voice sounded directly in Fang Mo's mind. The sound was like two rusty iron pieces rubbing against each other, with a disgusting smell of rust.
The old man looked at Fang Mo who was very close at hand, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a pair of incomplete black teeth.
That's ridicule.
The next second.
The old man flicked his finger on Dog Head Suona.
Boom!
Fang Mo The suona sound in the body increased by an octave without any warning.
It was no longer a mournful mourning song, but an extremely sharp blast. It was some kind of extremely high-frequency infrasound wave that directly acted on the microstructure of the human body.
Pfft--!
Fang Mo Blood Mist suddenly spurted out from the pores all over his body, bleeding from all his orifices, and his whole body seemed to have been violently grabbed by a Invisible Big Hand.
The lungs were severely damaged, and even the newly developed Kidney God Treasury began to tremble endlessly.
"This is the difference between ants and gods."
The old man's voice was filled with aloof pity, echoing in Fang Mo's Sea of Consciousness, which was on the verge of being broken. "In my eyes, your struggle is just a farce for people's entertainment at the funeral."
"Fuck God!"
Fang Mo roared angrily, his face covered in blood making him look even more ferocious than a demon.
He didn't retreat.
Not only did he not retreat, but he let go of his left hand, his fingers formed into claws, and a whirlpool as black as ink swirled crazily in his palm.
That is the original power from the Kidney Palace--Hui Chuanliu Desire, Root of Filth!
"God King I'm already asleep, why are you pretending to be a wolf with a big tail!"
Fang Mo pressed his left hand hard on the transparent sound wave barrier.
Zilala--!!!
It was the sound of boiling oil splashing into snowdrifts.
Nine Nether Black Water, which has extremely corrosive and dirty properties, has become the most deadly poison at this moment.
That indestructible sound wave barrier began to rapidly turn black, fester, and melt the moment it came into contact with Black Qi.
A trace of astonishment finally flashed through the old man's gray eyes.
He didn't expect that this ant actually had the same origin or even higher level God King Aura.
"Broken!"
Fang Mo Seize the opportunity, Blood Soul Blade's light in his right hand skyrockets, and he slashes down along the corroded gap.
At the same time.
Fang Mo Soul Depth.
The Black Prison--Prison Suppressor, which had been silent for a long time, made an unprecedented roar.
Blood Colored Sky, countless thick chains trembled crazily and made loud clattering noises. This was the restlessness of hungry beasts when they smelled the peerless delicacies.
It wants to eat.
It wants to rush out and swallow the old thing in front of it, skin and bones, and even the divinity in the body!
This strong desire to devour even affected Fang Mo's sanity, giving him a hint of scarlet animality that was not human.
The blade broke through the barrier, leaving only an inch between the old man's eyebrows.
As long as this sword falls, this body will be destroyed.
As long as the power of Prison Suppressor manifests, this existence that has been latent in Divine Capital for many years will become a new collection of Fang Mo.
At this critical moment.
"Officials don't want it!"
A scream, with a bit of rare anxiety and panic, penetrated the layers of void and directly sounded in Fang Mo's ears.
That's the voice of Nian Nu'er.
"Sir, stop it! That's World Walker! Never reveal Prison Suppressor here!!!"