Five Viscera Six Bowels should have conformed to Heaven and Earth Reason and formed its own life cycle, but in Fang Mo's current Inner Vision World, this balance has been completely overturned.
The consciousness sank deep into Dantian, which was a piece of Chaos Sea of Consciousness that was forcibly divided by Divinity Status.
Where Kidney Palace is, the endless Nine Nether Black Water is like pouring in from Netherworld Depths, stirring up Ink Waves. Every drop of water carries the Tainted Origin of God King Huichuanliu Yu.
In the direction of the Lung Palace, the bright Geng Gold Aura criss-crosses, Blade Light of Platinum White evolves by itself in the void Slaughter Formation Diagram, that is Killing Aura belonging to Fear Skeleton Dispersing Form God King.
The newly opened Heart Palace position is the most domineering, Crimson Divine Hall condensed from Eternal Tribulation Fire stands tall, and the magma-like Essence Blood surges in the heart, swallowing a terrifying heat wave that can burn mountains and boil seas.
These three palaces built by God King Remaining Status are like Tripod Stance in Fang Mo's body.
Every breath of God King Phantom affects the Martial Dao Laws in Fang Mo's body, causing this body to evolve crazily towards a level that does not belong to the Mortal Realm.
However, in the gap between these three behemoths, the earthy yellow Viscera Temple Stomach Palace looks extremely shabby.
That was just a shelter that Fang Mo barely built after Containment killed a Cannibal Rakshasa Remnant Soul.
Even with the support of Cannibal Rakshasa Authority, under the pressure of the God King level, this Viscera Temple that Fang Mo was once proud of is now as humble as a dilapidated thatched hut in a lonely boat on the angry sea.
In the center of the temple, the enshrined Cannibal Rakshasa statue was originally Green Face Fangs and mighty, but at this moment, under the repeated crushing of three completely different God King Aura, its surface cracked with countless spider web-like lines.
The Gold Swallowing Stone Transformation Divine Ability that it is proud of is becoming fragmented amid the cutting of Geng Gold Killing Aura and the burning of Eternal Tribulation Fire.
Those Qi and Blood Energy that were forcibly devoured and transformed by Fang Mo were burned into nothingness by Heart Fire before they entered Spleen and Stomach Circulation, or were turned into powder by Lung Metal Qi.
This is like an immature child being forcibly pushed into a Asura Field where thousands of armies are fighting. No matter how domineering he is in the countryside, facing this kind of Dimensional Reduction Strike that transcends eras, he can only tremble in fear.
Divine Rank Once it is not equal, it will become a fatal flaw.
Nian Nu'er's red dress was erratic in the dark red Sea of Consciousness, and her extremely coquettish face appeared on the edge of Fang Mo's consciousness.
There was a sweet fragrance in this woman's breath, which was transmitted along with the perception of nothingness.
She stretched out her slender fingers and gently stroked the crumbling Stomach Temple of Fang Mo.
Nian Nu'er didn't know when he had stuck behind Fang Mo, breathing like blue, blowing gently in Fang Mo's ear, "Officer, you should understand that this Divine Treasure Cultivation is about a rising tide lifting all boats. Nian Nu'er's voice was filled with a kind of morbid excitement, echoing in Fang Mo's mind. When those three old guys fully awaken their divine power, they will never allow such a lowly and dirty thing to be crowded in their territory. The first one to be torn apart by these three forces will probably be the official's belly."
Fang Mo opened his eyes and his sight passed over the dark and deep cells in Prison Suppressor.
"Are there any prisoners in this Divine Capital that are suitable for this Stomach Temple?"
Nian Nu'er covered his mouth and snickered, and his slender waist trembled. "The official really asked the right person. This Way of Stomach is about tolerance and transformation. In the world, when it comes to greed, except for the old Taotie who is said to be able to swallow half of the sky, there is only one left."
"Who?"
"Corpse Sac True God King." Nian Nu'er spat out a name with a rare serious look on his face, "That guy loved to eat the truth of the world the most when he was alive. He chewed up everything in the world and hid it in his stomach. He got a lot of good meat from that accident that year."
Fang Mo snorted coldly. God King again.
These former subordinates seemed to have divided up his body and strength tens of thousands of years ago, and now each one has become a giant evil entrenched in all the heavens.
"Where is he?"
"You have to ask the officer about the Commander Li you brought back."
Nian Nu'er pointed outside, "Demon Suppression Division Containment brought so many weird things, and one of them, Corpse Bone Urn, is said to have been dug out from the corpse of God King. Calculating the time, that thing should be delivered to Divine Capital in the next two days."
Fang Mo is certain in his heart. If something comes, it is fate.
He regained consciousness, and the red mist and Throne in front of his eyes disappeared instantly.
In Qian Dagui's bedroom, the morning sunlight shines through the window lattice on the leopard skin blanket, and the air is dry and fresh.
When Fang Mo pushed the door open, the pungent smell of blood had already been fumigated by the cooks using Realgar wine and mugwort.
In the yard, Qian Dagui was slumped on a rocking chair with blank eyes.
This fat man, no, this tall and thin man's face was pale at the moment, and the dark circles under his eyes were as thick as if he had been punched twice.
The expensive mink fur on his body was draped crookedly, and his whole figure looked like a broken chrysanthemum that had been exposed to the sun for three days.
"Da Gui, how did you sleep last night?" Fang Mo walked over and patted Qian Dagui on the shoulder.
Qian Dagui shuddered and sat up suddenly. When he saw it was Fang Mo, he almost shed tears.
"Boss... help..." Qian Dagui's voice was hoarse, with a hint of crying, "Then Monk... that bald donkey is not a human being! He insisted on dragging me to talk about "Joyous True Scripture" all night long, and made me sit across from him to practice. What kind of practice is this? I feel like he wants to suck all the bone marrow out of me!"
"Amitabha." Jie Se Monk walked out of the side room with a happy face.
This guy changed into a moon-white, loose monk's robe. Although the patches were still there, they were extremely clean. He was holding a Wine Gourd in his hand, his steps were light, and his skin was so rosy that it could almost bleed, which was in sharp contrast to the Qian Dagui that was about to expire.
"Qian Benefactor has deep roots in Buddhism, and the poor monk is just trying to loosen his muscles and bones." Jie Se saluted Fang Mo with a smile, "Junior Fang, the divine light came into the atrium last night. It seems that the debt was collected smoothly."
Fang Mo ignored him and glanced at him.
In the corner of the courtyard, Iron Bull was pounding the foundation silently. He was holding a Iron Rod that was as thick as an adult's thigh in his hand. Every time he hit it, the mud made a thunderous sound, and the surrounding stone slabs jumped.
Old Yan squatted in the shadow of the screen wall, slowly stuffing low-quality tobacco into his pipe. His cloudy eyeballs kept turning between Jie Se and Fang Mo. No one knew what this old ghost was thinking.
"Where is Li Mingyue?" Fang Mo asked.
"It's over there." Qian Dagui weakly pointed to the balcony on the second floor.
Li Mingyue was leaning on the railing, holding the curled Spring Embroidered Saber in her hand. She had obviously changed into a black dress with narrow sleeves, and her long hair was tied high. The cold wind in the morning blew by, but it could not dissipate the heavy frost and snow between her eyebrows.
Fang Mo jumped up, his body like fire, and landed on the terrace instantly.
Li Mingyue's pupils shrank, and Fang Mo's ghostly speed made her feel a strong palpitation in her heart. Yesterday he was just arrogant at Mass Grave, but with this step today, there was already some kind of law and rhythm that she couldn't see through.
"Commander Li, Corpse Bone Urn of Demon Suppression Division, when will Divine Capital be added?"
Fang Mo got straight to the point and there was no room for negotiation in his tone.
Li Mingyue The fingers holding the knife tightened suddenly.