Golden light and blood collided in the sky above Mass Grave.
There was no earth-shattering explosion as imagined.
There is only a sizzling sound similar to the sound of boiling oil being poured into the snow. It is two completely different Law Eroding each other, canceling each other out.
Blood River Great Formation represents filth, sacrifice and death.
The golden light erupting from Qian Dagui represents a purer and more direct Law-transaction.
Having money can make ghosts grind mills, and it can also buy the breadth of the world.
"Open it to Fatty!"
Qian Dagui let out a heart-rending roar.
His body, which was originally round and plump like an inflated rubber ball, was now drying up at a terrifying speed.
The layers of fat accumulated on his waist and belly turned into the purest golden energy, surging crazily along his meridians.
Boom!
A golden beam of light rushed out from his Tianling Cap, directly tearing a hole in the blood network in the sky.
But this is not enough.
Blood River Great Formation seemed to sense the threat. An angry roar came from the depths of Big Pit, and the suction force instantly increased tenfold.
Collapse! Collapse! Collapse!
The Blood Chain on Fang Mo's body dug into the bones, making a tooth-piercing cracking sound.
Iron Bull is the main stress point, and the muscles in both arms burst directly, and blood surged.
"This little money... isn't enough!"
Qian Dagui saw the critical situation, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.
"Then add more money!"
He suddenly took out the Universe Bag that he had always valued as his life from his arms, without even opening it, and directly shattered it.
Banknotes, gold bricks, and jewelry were scattered all over the sky like a heavy rain.
But the moment they landed, all these mundane belongings turned into powder, and the wealth within them was instantly extracted and blended into the golden light.
"Heaven and Earth Bank, listen to my orders!"
"Buy a road! Buy a life! Buy peace!"
Qian Dagui holds his hands empty, as if grasping some invisible Authority.
He took one step forward and disappeared instantly.
The next moment, he had appeared behind Li Mingyue.
At this time, Qian Dagui had long lost the appearance of the rich man. He was skinny and skinny, with sunken eye sockets, like a starving man who had just escaped from a refugee camp.
But the aura on his body was so powerful that it made people tremble.
His pair of skinny hands rested on Li Mingyue's shoulders.
"Let's go!"
Buzz--!
The golden light spread like a tide, instantly covering everyone Li Mingyue, Fang Mo, Iron Bull, Old Yan and Jie Se.
Blood-Colored Chains, which was originally clinging to everyone, seemed to have encountered a nemesis in front of this golden light filled with the smell of copper. They let out a fearful cry and let go.
However, the suction at the bottom of Big Pit has not disappeared.
Instead, because it lost the pull of the chain, it turned into a huge whirlpool, trying to swallow the golden light together with the people inside.
"Da Gui!" Fang Mo wanted to turn around, but found that his body was fixed by golden light and could not move at all.
"Boss, stop shouting and save your energy."
Qian Dagui's voice became extremely weak, but with a bit of pride, "Fatty, I have spent a lot of money on this one. If any of you dare to die in there, you will not pay back the money you owe, and I will not let you go even if you are a ghost..."
The words have not yet fallen.
The golden light that enveloped everyone suddenly shrank and turned into a golden meteor.
He did not fly upward to escape from this place.
Instead, he followed the suction force and rushed into the bottomless Dark Pit.
Since it's sealed from above, let's kill it!
This is the logic of Qian Dagui - as long as the money is in place, even if it is Netherworld, I will be a VIP! Walk in with swagger!
Whoosh!
The world fell into darkness.
The feeling of weightlessness only lasted for a moment, and then there was a violent spin.
There was a whistling wind in my ears, mixed with some kind of dull, strange sound like gastrointestinal peristalsis.
I don't know how long it took.
Maybe it's a moment, maybe it's ten thousand years.
"Ouch!"
"Holy shit!"
"Whose foot! They stepped on my face!"
A series of dull crashes sounded in the darkness, accompanied by screams one after another, echoing with layers of echoes in this closed space.
Fang Mo only felt that his back was hit hard by a tough but somewhat elastic object. Before he could catch his breath, his chest sank again, and a soft body slammed into his arms with inertia.
The faint cold fragrance instantly dissipated the bloody smell on the tip of the nose.
That is the unique smell of Li Mingyue.
"Hiss..."
Fang Mo gasped, not only because of the pain of the impact, but also because someone's elbow pressed against his ribs.
When the stars in front of him dispersed, Fang Mo finally saw the scene in front of him clearly, and he suddenly felt confused about whether to laugh or cry.
I saw a few of them piled up in a mess like Arhat.
The one at the bottom is undoubtedly the thick-skinned Iron Bull. This big man is lying on the ground, half of his body sunk into the dark red "ground", but his big hands are still protecting his head, and he is actually carrying Old Yan on his back.
Old Yan stepped on Iron Bull's butt with one foot, and hung the other foot awkwardly on Jie Se Monk's neck. Boning Knife in his hand almost inserted into Monk's nostril.
Jie Se Monk was the worst, his whole face was squeezed out of shape, and he was trying hard to push away... that person who was pressing on him.
And Fang Mo himself was lying half on the side of the pile of human cushions, holding Li Mingyue tightly in his arms.
The posture of the two is extremely ambiguous.
Li Mingyue placed his hands on Fang Mo's chest, his hair was messy, his cheeks were flushed, and his usually cold eyes were staring at Fang Mo underneath him with a bit of panic and embarrassment at the moment.
The tips of their noses almost touched each other, and their breaths intertwined.
"That..."
Fang Mo blinked and broke the awkward silence, "Lord Li, although I am very grateful to you for saving me just now, but is it time for you to get up? My old waist is about to break."
Li Mingyue was like waking up from a dream, her pretty face was so red that she almost bled.
Like a frightened cat, she jumped away from Fang Mo, hurriedly tidying up the messy Flying Fish Robe, turned her back, and stood close to the wall, breathing rapidly.
"Ahem... just now, nothing happened."
Li Mingyue's voice was trembling a little, and she forcibly returned to her cold posture, but her red ears completely betrayed her.
Fang Mo didn't point out anything. He rubbed his sore shoulders, stood up, and scanned the surroundings with vigilant eyes.
At this sight, his brows knitted tightly.
This is some kind of cellar or tomb.
This is clearly the body of a huge creature!
The surrounding walls are not made of rock and soil, but a dark red substance that resembles muscle tissue.
The surface of these walls is covered with a layer of viscous transparent liquid, which is still slowly squirming, as if it is alive.
The air was filled with an indescribably rich smell of rust and a fishy sweet smell, but it wasn't unpleasant at all. Instead, it contained a strange vitality that made people's blood boil.
"Where is this?"
Old Yan crawled out from the crowd and picked up Tobacco Pipe that fell on the ground, but the pipe rod had been bent.
He looked around vigilantly and held the Boning Knife in his hand tighter.
"I don't know."
Fang Mo shook his head and looked at the top of the crowd.
There is a person standing there.
A young man wearing a large brocade robe, but it looked empty.