Just when Fang Mo was about to detonate Lung Gold Divine Treasury in his body and give this damn Big Pit a hard blow.
A cold hand grabbed his shoulder.
The hand was slender and powerful, and the fingertips had thin calluses worn out by years of holding knives. They were cold and conveyed some kind of calming power.
Li Mingyue.
She did not speak, her cold face was covered with frost, and the hem of her Feiyu suit was riddled with blood.
She almost put her entire body weight on Fang Mo, sinking her feet deeply into the soil, trying to stop Fang Mo's downward slide.
"Let go."
Fang Mo didn't look back, his voice was hoarse as if he had a mouthful of gravel, "There is a trick in this pit, the suction will be conducted, you can't hold it back."
"Shut up."
Li Mingyue only replied two words, but the strength of his hand became a little stronger, and his nails were deeply embedded into Fang Mo's flesh.
Demon Suppression Division's "Ice Art" was running at full strength, covering Fang Mo's body along her arms.
Those Blood Chain that were originally corroding the flesh and blood of Fang Mo were covered with a layer of white frost under the impact of the extreme cold True Qi, and their squirming speed was slightly slower.
But it was just this moment of contact.
The terrifying suction force originating from Abyss passed along Fang Mo's body to Li Mingyue's body without any hindrance.
Click.
Li Mingyue The soil beneath his feet instantly shattered, and he stumbled forward uncontrollably.
"Are you a pig?!" Fang Mo cursed.
"I am Demon Suppression Division Battalion Commander." Li Mingyue gritted his teeth, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, "I brought you here, and I will take you back! Instead of watching you die in the pit."
"Roar!"
A roar like a beast exploded from the side.
Iron Bull has already become red-eyed.
This man who usually only knows how to blacksmith, now his muscles were stretched to the limit, and his skin showed an abnormal purple-red color.
The Cast Iron Great Hammer in his hand was smashed into the ground, and most of the hammer handle was submerged in the soil, using it as a stake.
His big palm-like hands grabbed Fang Mo's right shoulder, and his other hand clasped Li Mingyue's lower back.
"Uh... ah!"
Iron Bull made an indistinct roar from his throat, and his feet were nailed to the ground like two iron pillars.
A terrifying explosion of force forcefully stopped Fang Mo's sliding body for a moment.
But then, the heartbeat under Big Pit suddenly accelerated.
Boom, boom, boom!
He seemed to be angered.
Dozens of Blood Chain sprang out of the pit and directly wrapped around Iron Bull's waist and thighs.
"Damn it, it's endless, isn't it?"
Old Yan no longer cares about hiding his strength at this time.
He threw Boning Knife in his hand, and like an old but vigorous ape, he swooped up and hugged Iron Bull's thigh.
"Jie Se! Stop reciting your broken menstruation! Help!" Old Yan yelled.
Jie Se Monk glanced at the bottomless black hole, and then at the people who were already connected in a row. A trace of struggle flashed in the peach blossom eyes, and finally turned into a helpless sigh.
"Amitabha, poor monk, this is a loss-making business."
He also rushed forward, with the Prayer Beads in his hand wrapped around Old Yan's waist. He found a fairly solid rock as a fulcrum and pulled back desperately.
Four people, strung together like candied haws on a stick.
The front-end Fang Mo already has one foot hanging above Abyss.
That suction is getting stronger and stronger, not only for the body, but also for the soul.
Fang Mo felt like his Divine Soul was trembling, as if it was about to be forcibly stripped out of his body.
"It's useless..."
Fang Mo looked at the sky above his head that was covered by Blood Light and laughed miserably.
This Blood River Great Formation sacrificed the lives of four masters, and its power has long exceeded the range that Organ Refining Realm can resist.
This is a strangulation for Fang Mo.
"Da Gui!"
Fang Mo turned his head with difficulty and looked at the only person not far away who was not affected by the suction.
Qian Dagui was kneeling in the mud, holding something in his arms with trembling hands. The fat face was trembling violently with fear, and his face was covered with tears and snot.
"Stop picking out your junk!"
Fang Mo roared, the voice penetrated the wind and rain, "Run! Da Gui! Go back and find Wang Youan!"
This is the last resort.
As long as Qian Dagui can run out, even if they are caught, at least there will be a messenger.
Qian Dagui's hand froze.
He looked at the man hanging on the edge of life and death, but still telling him to run.
Growing up, he had many friends around him.
Those people surrounded him, called him Young Master Qian, and praised him for his youth and promise.
But Qian Dagui felt like a mirror in his heart, those people were not looking at him, they were looking at the Banknotes in his pocket, and they were looking at his Qian Bangguo father.
Only Fang Mo.
This man has a venomous mouth and a dark heart, and he is not yet straight.
But from the day this person took him into Seventh Squad, he never disliked him because he was fat or because he had nothing but money.
"Go away! Do you hear me!" Fang Mo roared again, and his body slid down another inch.
Qian Dagui wiped a handful of muddy water from his face.
Those little eyes that always shone with cunning and cowardice were suddenly ignited with an unprecedented light.
"Boss..."
Qian Dagui sniffed, not loudly, but with a hint of determination.
"My father said that you have to be honest when doing business. Now that I have joined the gang, I am a Seventh Squad person."
"You asked me not to exert any effort just now because you wanted me to live."
"But I don't want to be a waste who only knows how to spend money."
Qian Dagui stood up suddenly, and his originally rickety body actually looked a little tall at this moment.
He ripped off the priceless piece of Warm Jade hanging around his neck and threw it to the ground.
"Fuck Blood River Great Formation! Fuck God King!"
Qian Dagui's mung bean eyes were filled with tears mixed with rainwater.
"Run? Just run away!"
Qian Dagui His hands formed seals quickly, and the gestures were complicated and ancient, giving off an aura of vastness and ancient times.
This is not a martial arts technique at all.
This is the true hidden secret of the Qian Family.
"Qian Family's ancestral motto: Wealth can connect the gods, gold can change one's life!"
"Today, I, Qian Dagui, sacrifice my body and use my wealth as a matchmaker!"
"With my body, I will inherit the destiny of heaven!"
"Wealth Connects Nine Nether, Life Buys Ghosts and Gods!"
The fat on Qian Dagui's body began to tremble and burn at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"My ancestors! We won't lose money on this business!"
"I don't want this body of flesh anymore! I don't want this body of earthly blood anymore!"
"Change! Change it for me!"
"It's up to these brothers to land safely!"
Boom!!!
A golden light so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it soared into the sky, and unexpectedly broke through the Blood River Great Formation blockade.
"Da Gui! What are you going to do!" Fang Mo's pupils shrank sharply.
"Disease!"
Qian Dagui shouted violently, and his whole body turned into a golden meteor, rushing towards the Big Pit that swallowed everything without hesitation.
"Boss, don't be afraid!"
Qian Dagui grinned, and that smile looked particularly bright in the golden light.
"Fatty I will take you... fly!"