Fang Mo The knife strike did not touch his throat.
Just when Geng Gold Killing Aura was about to tear Lei Heng's skin apart, an extremely huge suction force erupted from Lei Heng's palm.
It is not aimed at the physical body, but at the Lung Metal Divine Power that is constantly flowing in Fang Mo's body.
Fang Mo only felt Lung Palace shudder, and the condensed knife-like Sha Qi was forcibly pulled three inches away, leaving a bloodstain on Lei Heng's cheek, and then slashed on the Nanmu Wood pillar behind, causing sawdust to fly.
"What a Lung Gold Divine Treasury."
Lei Heng stretched out his hand to wipe Blood Bead off his face, put it on the tip of his tongue and licked it. The salty taste stimulated his nerves, causing his originally violent aura to rise to its peak in an instant.
"It's just Organ Refining Realm that can actually hurt me. Fang Dashan did give birth to a good son."
Lei Heng smiled ferociously, and the silver Flying Fish Robe was windless and automatic, making a hunting sound.
"But you absolutely shouldn't, you shouldn't come here White Tiger Hall to run wild. This is where Heavenly Prison's laws are, and it's a slaughterhouse built specifically to suppress you lawless Martial Artists!"
Boom--!
A loud thunderous sound exploded inside Lei Heng's body.
The void behind him began to twist and collapse.
Three towering phantoms, carrying a barbaric atmosphere from ancient times, squeezed into this narrow real space.
The first one, Divine Temple, has a whole body of Crimson, like a burning soldering iron. The heat waves billow, instantly carbonizing the surrounding tables and chairs.
The temple door was wide open, and a God King Phantom with a body wrapped with fire snakes and a face like a jujube was looming.
Heart Divine Treasury,[Ember Vein Burning Passion God King]!
The second one, Divine Temple, is dark and deep, surrounded by a nauseating poisonous mist, and countless dead vines and old trees are crawling on the temple walls.
The temple enshrines a skinny god holding a skull staff and wearing tree bark.
Liver Divine Treasury,[Sorrowful Mist Locking Liver God King]!
Heart Fire produces Liver Wood, and wood helps the fire.
The two Divine Temples complemented each other, and the terrifying high temperature and corrosive poisonous mist instantly filled the entire lobby. Even the Bluestone Slabs on the ground were burned to crackling sounds and glowed with a glazed luster.
But Fang Mo's eyes did not stop on these two God King.
He stared intently at the center behind Lei Heng.
There, stands the third tower Divine Temple.
In other words, it was not Divine Temple at all, but a painted Black Tower building with only half of it.
The tower is in dilapidated condition, and the walls are covered with broken chains and Torture Instrument.
It did not emit any elemental fluctuations, but it exuded a coercion that made Divine Soul shudder.
That's Law.
An aura of Law that Fang Mo is familiar with and engraved in Soul Depth.
"This is..." Fang Mo's pupils contracted.
It's not Prison Suppressor, but it has a hint of Prison Suppressor.
It's like someone made a poor imitation of the supreme Prison and made a completely different imitation out of mud.
"Afraid?"
Lei Heng saw Fang Mo staring at Black Tower in a daze, with cruel pleasure on his face.
"It's right to be afraid. This is the [Demon Suppressing Pagoda] projection enshrined by Heavenly Prison. Although it is just a wisp of Soul Fragment, it is easy to suppress the Myriad Laws in the world and ban the Divine Treasury with the chaotic gods and strange powers in your body!"
"Come die!"
Lei Heng didn't give Fang Mo any time to think.
He took a step forward, and the glazed ground beneath his feet exploded.
Heart Fire and Liver Poison gathered in his palms, turning into two flaming poisonous claws that covered the sky and the sun, and hooded Fang Mo.
"Nine Netherworlds!"
Fang Mo snorted coldly and stepped heavily on the ground with the soles of his feet.
Kidney Palace roared, and the dark Nine Nether Kidney Water roared out, turning into two black Flood Dragon, facing the heavy Heavenly Fire rain.
"Terror!"
At the same time, Lung Palace trembled. Platinum White's Geng Gold Killing Aura shuttled through Black Water, turning into countless tiny flying knives, trying to cut through the thick poisonous mist.
Water and fire collide, Metal and Wood strikes.
White Tiger Hall instantly became a purgatory. The violent shock wave blew away the tiles on the roof, and the surrounding walls collapsed like paper.
The Captains outside were knocked around by the wave of air and did not dare to get even close.
Just when the two forces were at a stalemate.
Lei Heng The smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more ferocious.
"Give me... kneel down!"
The dark Ruined Pagoda behind him suddenly lit up with a dim Blood Light.
Dang--
A dull bell rang directly from Fang Mo to Soul Depth.
The sound didn't sound like metal hitting, but more like thousands of prisoners hitting Prison Door in Despair.
"Huh?"
Fang Mo's face changed suddenly.
He felt an invisible shackle appearing out of thin air in his Divine Treasury.
Within the Kidney Palace, the surging Nine Nether Black Water instantly solidified, as if forcibly frozen by some force.
In the Lung Palace, the sharp Geng Gold Qi also seems to have encountered a magnet, Iron Filings, becoming sluggish and heavy, and can no longer be separated from the body.
The projection of Ruined Pagoda was actually targeting the God King in his body!
Even Soul Depth's Prison Suppressor body was shaken by this provocative imitation aura. The door was closed tightly, temporarily cutting off contact with the outside world.
All Divine Ability, at this moment, are all invalid.
The light on Fang Mo went out instantly.
The two black Flood Dragon lost their source and were crushed into pieces by Lei Heng's flame poisonous claws, turning into water vapor that filled the sky and evaporated.
The poisonous claws remained unabated, with an aura of destruction, and struck Fang Mo hard on the chest.
Bang!
Fang Mo flew out upside down, smashed the screen behind him, and hit the wall heavily.
"Ahem..."
Fang Mo slipped to the ground, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of Black Blood with pieces of internal organs.
The jailer's uniform on his chest had been reduced to ashes, and on the exposed muscular chest, two charred claw marks were visible deep into the bones, and poisonous smoke was rising.
"This is the foundation."
Lei Heng put away his palms and walked slowly towards Fang Mo like a cat playing with a mouse.
The three Divine Temple behind him are suspended, like gods descending into the world.
"You little brat, you are so naive."
Lei Heng looked down at Fang Mo, his eyes full of contempt, "Martial Dao Nine Realms, that is the path marked by Heavenly Prison Master. As long as you walk on this path, you will be dogs in a cage. I will kill you whenever I want."
"Divine Ability? Dharma Aspect?"
"In front of [Prison Suppression], everything is false."
Lei Heng raised his foot, stepped on the back of Fang Mo's hand, and crushed it hard.
"What? You're not crazy anymore? Where is the majesty you had when you killed my men at the door?"
Fang Mo didn't struggle.
He allowed Lei Heng to crush his Finger Bone. Not only was there no pain on his blood-stained face, but an extremely weird smile appeared on his face.
There was no fear in that smile, only a kind of mockery that was incomprehensible.
"Prison Suppression?"
Fang Mo's voice was hoarse and dripping with blood, "It's a pretty good imitation. Unfortunately, he's a four-legged snake who has never seen True Dragon."
"What did you say?" Lei Heng put his foot down.
"I said..."
Fang Mo raised his head, and in those eyes that had lost the blessing of divine power, a purer and more savage flame burned.
That is the most primitive ferocity of Martial Artist.
"Without Divine Ability, I will still kill you."