God King Remains.
The moment the word "" was spoken, the temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing point.
Even the song Old Yan, who was smoking a pipe in the corner, froze for a moment, and the extinguishing fireworks froze in the darkness for a moment.
The moment Fang Mo heard the word "", his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead.
Of course he knows.
But he didn't expect that the old man God King Remains, who was suppressed by the Yihong Pavilion, could actually be related to this thing.
"Eighteen years ago, God King Remains first appeared and Divine Capital caused a bloody storm."
Li Mingyue's voice was a little dry, and she had to pick up the cup of tea that had already cooled down to moisten her throat before continuing, "That night was not a natural disaster, but the appearance of God King Remains. That thing was Ancient God Demon The Immortal Object left behind by, even if it is just a piece of Remnant Bone or a drop of Essence Blood, contains the supreme power that is enough to make a mortal change his destiny and make a monk ascend instantly."
She paused for a moment, looking through the broken window paper on the window lattice and into the depths of the dark rain curtain.
"That night, what flowed in the drainage ditch of Divine Capital was not water, but blood. Dark Son of Major Sects, Demon that had been lurking for hundreds of years, and even some Reclusive Old Monster, all went crazy. They fought on Long Street for the opportunity. But in the end, the remains were cut off."
"That's right. A mysterious strong man with no followers, no background, and even no such person could be found in any intelligence network. Blood Road suddenly fought his way out of countless masters and took away the remains." Li Mingyue turned his head and focused his eyes on Fang Mo's face again.
"Since then, this Divine Capital has become an unsolved case."
"So far, there has been no news."
Fang Mo Listening, his fingers unconsciously touched the cold handle of the knife at his waist Blood Soul Blade.
"Wait a minute." Fang Mo suddenly interrupted her, with a strange look on his face, "An unknown strong man? In this Divine Capital one-third of an acre, are there people you Demon Suppression Division don't know about? Aren't your eyes known to be all over the world?"
Before Li Mingyue could answer, Old Yan, who was squatting in the corner and smoking, suddenly laughed.
"Hehe."
Old Yan knocked Pipe Bowl on the sole of his shoe and poured out a ball of burning ash. A trace of ridicule flashed in his cloudy old eyes.
"Master, don't make things difficult for this girl."
Old Yan grinned, revealing a pair of incomplete yellow teeth.
"It's not that Demon Suppression Division is blind, it's that the black gauze hat on the girl's head is too small and can't reach the clouds in the sky."
Li Mingyue's pretty face was slightly red, and there was a rare hint of embarrassment on that face that had always been as cold as ice.
She gave Old Yan a fierce look, and the charming look in that look would have made countless prostitutes tremble in their bones, but it was a pity that Fang Mo had no intention to appreciate it at this moment.
His mind was spinning rapidly.
The level is not enough.
That is to say, the senior management of Demon Suppression Division knows.
"Do you know who God King is?" Fang Mo raised his head and stared at Li Mingyue with burning eyes.
Li Mingyue said nothing. She just raised her hand and slowly pointed to her left chest.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Even on this noisy rainy night, Fang Mo seemed to hear some kind of dull and powerful beating sound.
heart.
Fang Mo Clearly.
His eyes swept across his chest unconsciously.
In the Viscera Temple system, the Viscera God corresponding to the heart is--[Ember Vein Burning Passion God King].
Master the heat and ashes of emotion. Ignite Seven Emotions into Karma Fire.
The room fell into a long silence. The rain outside the window became heavier and heavier, hitting the window lattice and making a crackling sound, as if urging something.
Li Mingyue just looked at Fang Mo in a daze, looking at this man with a gloomy face.
She showed all the cards she knew, and now, the choice is in Fang Mo's hands.
"Is there anything else I need to know?" Li Mingyue asked softly.
Fang Mo Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and force down those chaotic thoughts.
Soul Depth, [Still Water Mirror]'s Divine Ability operation restored his state of mind to the ancient well.
When he opened his eyes again, there was only determination in those eyes.
"It's not necessary." Fang Mo shook his head, "The more you know, the faster you will die."
He turned around, grabbed the [Blood Soul] long knife from the table, rolled it into a sword, and hung the scabbard on his waist.
"Who's going?"
"It's just me." Li Mingyue answered simply, "This matter cannot be made public. The more people we bring, the easier it will be to alert others."
"When will we leave?"
"Now."
Fang Mo grinned, showing a pair of white teeth, which looked a bit sinister under the dim light.
"Good for now."
He turned his head and looked at the bunch of crooked melons and cracked jujubes in the room.
Qian Dagui is struggling to stuff his feet into his boots;
Jie Se Monk is still staring at the plate of roast chicken, seeming to consider whether it can be packed;
Iron Bull and Old Yan have already stood up, the murderous aura on their bodies is even colder than this rainy night.
"Old Yan, Big Niu, Jie Se, Da Gui."
Fang Mo shouted.
"Stop it, Monkey next door probably doesn't have a few breaths left, so I'll keep it as a thought for Lord Li."
He strode towards the door and did not stop when he passed by Li Mingyue.