Within Prison Cell, the dead silence was torn apart by a sharp sound.
Fang Mo's eyes were slightly closed, his chest did not rise and fall violently, it was just an ordinary breath.
In the nasal cavity, two streams of Platinum White air spurted out, but did not dissipate in the air. Instead, they condensed like two inch-long flying knives.
Tsk!
The thick wall in front was poured by Black Profound Iron and engraved with Runes. Two bottomless gaps were cut like tofu. The cuts were as smooth as a mirror, revealing a chilling coolness that chilled the body.
That is not the ordinary True Qi, but Geng Gold Killing Aura derived from Lung Palace Divine Treasury and transformed through [Fear Skeleton Dispersing Form]Authority.
Fang Mo raised his hand and lightly traced his fingertips in the void.
The air then cracked, leaving a long-lasting white mark.
"Divine Ability·Ten Thousand Terrors Geng Gold Slash!"
Fang Mo looked at the platinum luster lingering on his fingertips and spoke in a low voice.
Since time travel, whether it's the weird changes in "Blood Scripture" or the filth and recovery of Kidney Palace Nine Nether Water, it's mostly been about assistance, survival or torture.
Even Blood Soul Long Saber relies on brute force and the ferocity of the sword soul.
Only this Lung Gold Power was born purely for destruction.
It is indestructible to everything and is extremely sharp.
What's even better is that Fang Mo can clearly sense that this power is not a stagnant pool of water.
As the old ghost playing the suona was tortured in Prison Suppressor, a steady stream of fear was poured into the Lung Palace like firewood, making Geng Gold Qi stronger and stronger.
The more fear, the faster the knife.
"Officials are so fierce."
The lazy voice of Nian Nu'er sounded in Sea of Consciousness, with a bit of unabashed admiration, "I just opened Lung Temple, and I can turn this Geng Gold Killing Aura has been condensed to this point. That little guy has been practicing all his life, but he just hides Sha Qi in the sound waves to do some shady things, unlike the official who opens his mouth with a murderous knife."
Fang Mo Scatter your fingertips Sharp Qi and look inside yourself.
The originally indestructible bottleneck of the Organ Refining Realm seems to have been loosened a lot with the opening of the Lung Palace.
It felt like two huge gaps had been opened in the originally closed dam. Although the surging river was still gathering momentum, it was inevitable that the dam would burst.
"I feel an obstacle." Fang Mo said solemnly, "But it is not an obstacle to the realm, but a certain limit of the physical body."
"The official feels right."
The body shape of Nian Nu'er is manifested in Sea of Consciousness, dressed in purple gauze, with bare feet stepping on the black Execution Platform.
She stretched out her slender fingers and drew a diagram of the human body's meridians in the air.
"Open Viscera Temple, welcome Viscera God, it sounds mysterious, but to put it bluntly, it is to use the power of God to reshape the body Mortal Coil."
"Before this step, Martial Artist was cultivating Qi and blood, and training the skin, flesh, muscles and bones. But when it comes to Organ Refining, it is about introducing the legendary divine power into Five Viscera Six Bowels, and then penetrating hundreds of meridians throughout the body."
She traced the diagram with her fingertips, and thirty-six meridians shimmered.
"In this world, Martial Artist, those with mediocre talents can only hire one Viscera God to settle in their entire lives. With one god suppressing it, the divine power can only refine thirty-six major veins. Such people have a shallow foundation, and will stop at the Qi Gathering Realm in this life. It will be difficult for them to make any further progress."
Immediately afterwards, another thirty-six meridians lit up.
"For those with superior talents, Five Viscera can accommodate two gods. The resonance of the two gods and the intersection of divine power can open seventy-two meridians. These people are considered to be the first-class masters in the world. They are more lucky and can touch the threshold of the Divine Treasure Realm."
When Nian Nu'er said this, his eyes turned to Fang Mo.
"As for those with the highest level of natural talent, they have three gods in their body, showing the potential of three talents, which is extremely stable. One hundred and eight meridians are fully opened, and there is no leakage in the whole body. If they don't die prematurely, they will become Dharma Aspect Great Power in the future, and they will be the overlord of the party."
Fang Mo looked at the meridian map and raised his eyebrows slightly. "What about the three gods?"
"Above the three gods?" Nian Nu'er chuckled, with a somewhat inexplicable meaning in the laughter, "That is the path taken by a madman."
"Five Viscera Six Bowels, Five Senses The seven orifices can theoretically welcome gods. If someone could fill all the acupoints in the body God King, what would that be like? The great road can be expected, and even the physical body can be sanctified."
"But officials must not forget that Viscera God is, after all, a foreign object, the embodiment of Law. It is easy to ask the gods but difficult to send them away, let alone subdue those rebellious God Kings?"
"Mortals have limited will, and carrying one God King is already a treacherous task. The greater the number, the heavier the Eroding of divinity is to human nature. Throughout the ages, many amazingly talented and beautiful people have been greedy for more, and in the end they either exploded and died, or lost their minds, and became Monster who only acted according to God King's instincts."
Fang Mo After listening, there was no fear on his face, but a solemn smile.
"Monster?"
He pointed at the Black Prison that suppressed everything at his feet.
"Here, I'm Warden. They came in, either a dragon coiled or a tiger lying down. God King? They're just higher-level prisoners."
Nian Nu'er's eyes lit up, and those Pink Gold eyes were full of obsession.
She just liked the lawless and arrogant energy in this man.
"Before this system appeared?" Fang Mo changed the subject and asked the question that had been lingering in his mind, "How did the human race practice in ancient times? I don't believe that people at that time had to borrow debt to live like this."
The so-called welcoming the gods into the body, in Fang Mo's view, is essentially a loan.
Use the power of God King to strengthen yourself, and always beware of being counterattacked by your creditors.
This is not in line with his character who must have absolute control of power in his hands.
Nian Nu'er's smile froze for a moment.
She avoided Fang Mo's aggressive gaze, and her figure began to become illusory.
"Officials must not be too ambitious." Her voice was a little erratic, "Things from ancient times are taboos that have been buried by time. Now you have to lay a solid foundation first. The more you know, the more you know, it may not be a blessing."
After that, she didn't wait for Fang Mo to ask further questions, and went straight back into the Kidney Palace's pink palace. The door was closed tightly, as if refusing to see guests.
Fang Mo looked at the closed palace door and sneered.
Don't tell?
Sooner or later, I will turn this world over and see for myself.
He recovered his mind, picked up the useless mourning stick, turned around and walked out of room No. 26 Death Prison.
The sound of boots echoed in the deep corridor.
With every step he took, the aura on Fang Mo's body became more concentrated.
The two qi of gold and water in his body surged and roared in his meridians, and the overflowing pleasure made him want to look up to the sky and scream, but reason was suppressed in his throat.
Time to go to the White Tiger Hall.
Some gifts must be given to Commander Lei personally.