Agarwood Scraps burned out the last bit of residual heat in Gilt Boshan Furnace, and the green smoke dispersed into nothingness before it even touched the beams.
Qian Dagui This wing was built with a cost of ten thousand taels of silver. Even if it was smoked three times with the most expensive Dragon Brain Incense, it could not suppress the smell of Sulfur and blood that Fang Mo brought back from the underground Abyss.
The rain outside the window has stopped, and the iron horses under the eaves are being tossed by the night wind, making sporadic sounds.
Fang Mo is entrenched on the wide floor paved with Cloud Leopard Skin. Spinal Dragon presents a weird twisted arc. With every breath, the chest rises and falls with an ancient and heavy rhythm, and a thunderous low roar rolls between the throat bones.
Looking inside, the skin is no longer Mortal Coil.
The Tanzhong Acupoint hole opens, and a towering Crimson Divine Hall hangs in the void.
It is based on God King's Essence Blood and is made of Eternal Tribulation Fire [Ember Vein Burning Emotion]Divine Treasury.
The statue in the temple, which should have a vague face, is now alternating with light and dark as Fang Mo breathes out, the magma-like armor on its body.
The pair of Divine Eyes that had been closed for hundreds of millions of years did not fully open, but the eyelids were slightly raised, and two Golden-Red Fire Lines rushed out along the heart veins, aggressively washing through the meridians that had been soaked by Geng Gold Killing Aura and Nine Nether Black Water.
Pain?
Already numb.
Fang Mo enjoys this process of being forcibly infused, torn, and reorganized by force.
He stood up slowly, without the soles of his feet touching the ground, and his whole body was suspended three inches above the Cloud Leopard Skin.
Under the bare feet, the air was distorted by heat, and an illusory Red Lotus was vaguely blooming slowly.
This is Innate Divine Ability--[Ember Emotion Soaring Step] derived from the opening of Heart Divine Treasury.
Lightness Skill in the world, no matter how clever, all need Borrowing Strength. Borrowing Wind's Power, Borrowing Earth's Power, Borrowing All Things' Power.
This method does not require borrowing.
Fang Mo reached forward with his right foot, and there was nothing where it landed, only a dead void.
One Step Down.
There is no howling wind, no Lingering Afterimage.
The space under his feet seemed to have become a burned candle, and the concept of distance was forcibly folded. One moment, he was still on the bed, and the next moment, his bare feet were stepping on the edge of the window lattice three feet away.
The Nanmu Wood window frame under my feet was instantly charred black, but no open flame ignited. It was a trace of carbonization left by the high temperature in an instant.
"Wandering with this step, Mortal Fire will not be invaded, and Myriad Laws will be hard to stay." Fang Mo retracted his feet and felt the remaining warmth.
As long as the murderous intent remains in your heart, this step can be extended indefinitely.
If used in battle, the enemy will no longer see Fang Mo as a person, but as an erratic mass of Karma Fire, leaving no trace and igniting when touched.
He gathered his mind, but the pleasure brought by controlling power did not dispel the haze in his eyes.
He opened the window and looked out at the moonlight washed blue by the rain.
Yesterday, he stopped for a long time at the place where Mass Grave buried his father Fang Dashan. Even if the ground collapsed and the road was blocked by rocks, with his current Still Water Mirror, he should have been able to find the familiar Remnant Bone.
However, it was empty.
There was nothing there except a piece of squashed rotten wood Thin Coffin.
Fang Dashan's body was missing, and there were no traces of human excavation around it.
It was as if the corpse melted into the depths of the soil on its own the moment it was buried, or... crawled out on its own.
"If it's Corpse Transformation, Li Mingyue's Demon Suppression Division Bloodhounds can't possibly not smell it." Fang Mo rubbed his fingertips on the cold window lattice.
That man who always carries a cigarette stick and has been submissive to Heavenly Prison for most of his life, but can still show the power of Heaven Slash with a knife, what is he hiding?
Death may be just the end of his plan.
The words "betrayer" that Red Armored God King Phantom said before leaving appeared before Fang Mo's eyes.
Who is the betrayer? Is it Fang Dashan? Or are they those terrifying beings who sit high above Nine Heavens and even God King has to avoid their edge?
The appearance of Prison Suppressor is no accident. Even the so-called Transmigration Memories looks like a crumpled Drawing Paper, with every wrinkle revealing lies.
"Since we can't find the bones, let's find an explanation."
Fang Mo closed his eyes and his mind sank violently.
The feeling of weightlessness only lasted for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, the surroundings were already dark red.
The smell of rust and aged Death Qi is overwhelming.
This is his territory--Prison Suppressor.
The black Throne is cold and hard, Fang Mo sits firmly on it, and the "Record of Punishing Crimes" floating beside him is flipping.
The originally dense list of prisoners, after Containment was added to God King's Essence Blood, the golden ink stained the page red, but the name Ember Vein Burning Passion God King was missing.
That drop of Essence Blood was just a remnant of power, and its True Spirit seemed to be completely wiped out in the blue flame.
"Why don't you get out?" Fang Mo's voice was cold, echoing in the silent prison corridor.
In the void, a mass of Pink Smoke as thick as ink appeared out of thin air.
The smoke gathered, twisted, and turned into a graceful and graceful shadow.
Nian Nu'er's extremely charming and pretty face poked out from the smoke, and her eyes were filled with all kinds of charms.
She was wearing a scarlet gauze skirt as thin as cicada wings, with a pair of bare white jade feet, and every step she took brought out a sultry ringing sound.
"Hey, the official is so impatient, but Divine Ability, who has just acquired the fire attribute, is burning all over and feels uncomfortable?" Nian Nu'er chuckled, his body was as soft as if he had no bones, and slid along the edge of the Throne to Fang Mo's knees, "I have good ice-cold Nine Netherworlds water here, please let the official calm down the fire."
Her little hands restlessly rested on Fang Mo's knees, and her fingertips gently traced along the muscle lines.
Fang Mo stretched out his hand suddenly and grabbed her fair neck with such force that the bones creaked.
"Put it away. Who is the betrayer?"
Nian Nu'er was choked to the point of stagnant breathing, and her pretty face was stained with a sickly red color due to lack of oxygen. Instead of being frightened, she smiled even more joyfully. Her cat-like pupils stared straight at Fang Mo, hiding a morbid obsession.
"Official, it hurts..." Nian Nu'er whined, licking her lips lightly with the tip of her tongue, "That's something that the official's ministers don't even remember. How dare the slave family make decisions for you?"
"You are also a prisoner." Fang Mo's hand became even stronger, "In this Prison, it is easier for me to kill a person than to crush an ant to death."
Nian Nu'er stretched out his hand, and his nails left a few red marks on the back of Fang Mo's hand. His tone became erratic. "Sir, the most terrifying thing in this world is not betrayal, but... oblivion. Are you really locking them here as punishment?"
Staring at each other for a long time, Fang Mo looked into her bottomless eyes and finally let go.
This woman is a piece of meat, even if she is crushed by Prison Suppressor's Rules, as long as she doesn't want to talk, no one can pry her mouth open.
"These are indeed too far away from the officials now. The road has to be walked step by step, and the meal has to be eaten one bite at a time."
Nian Nu'er rubbed his neck, his originally joking expression softened a bit, and his beautiful eyes fell on Fang Mo's abdomen, "Didn't the officer notice that your stomach is making a lot of noise?"
Fang Mo frowned.
"Stomach Temple What happened?"
"The officer's Four Palaces is fully activated. Except for the heart, lungs and kidneys, which are the origins of those three old guys, this Stomach Palace..."
Nian Nu'er pointed at Dantian of Fang Mo, with a hint of ridicule in his tone, "How can a mere Human Pill Refining remnant soul of Rakshasa be worthy of being placed alongside them? If a person eats too much, it will damage his stomach."
Fang Mo's face darkened, and his consciousness quickly sank into his abdomen.
Sure enough, an extremely unbalanced scene was playing out there.