The air on the terrace seemed to freeze at that moment.
Li Mingyue stared at the man in front of him.
Under that slightly rough skin, she felt an ancient terror that was reviving.
The large brocade robe on the opponent's body moved automatically in the wind, making a hunting sound, and the skin exposed under the collar was faintly glowing with Crimson Gold luster, which was a sign that Qi and blood were concentrated to the extreme.
"Corpse Bone Urn's message, where did you intercept it from?"
Li Mingyue's voice was very low, and the knuckles holding the knife turned white from excessive exertion. This was not a simple question, but an instinctive defense. That was Demon Suppression Division's top secret at the bottom of the box, and it was a taboo that even the code name could only be painted with a Cinnabar pen.
"The beggars on the roadside are all talking about it. My father-in-law wants to beg Longevity Elixir, and Demon Suppression Division wants to take God King Bone. Where is the secret of this Divine Capital?" Fang Mo was talking nonsense, but his right hand was pressed on the railing without leaving a trace.
Fang Mo didn't care about the wariness in her eyes, and rested his right hand on the wet railing casually.
The moment the palm of the hand came into contact with the wood, white smoke rose. The hard Rosewood dried and carbonized at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a puddle of Black Ash and scattered in the wind.
"Corpse Bone Urn is not asking for medicine for Old Emperor, it is for sealing." Li Mingyue looked away, his eyes falling on the mess of the Punishment Department In the messy compound, "The urn contains God King and Stomach Sac. Anyone who comes into contact with it will be aroused to endless hunger and eventually eat themselves alive into white bones."
"I want it." Fang Mo said bluntly.
Li Mingyue turned his head suddenly, his cold eyes full of absurdity. "Are you crazy? That is a taboo thing! Even those True Person of Eastern Wasteland Daoist Land, I dare not say that they can control that Greed Curse."
"Just because others can't surrender doesn't mean I can't surrender." Fang Mo sneered.
He overlooked Divine Capital at his feet. This prosperous city, after turning on [Netherworld Ghost Eye], was showing a rotten gray decay.
Countless threads of desire are entangled in the air, and in the direction of Imperial City, a huge vortex is taking shape.
Crown Prince, or the emperor, are nothing but dust in this whirlpool of greed.
"Commander Li, you can't go back now Demon Suppression Division."
Fang Mo turned sideways and leaned into Li Mingyue's ear, "If you take Corpse Bone Urn back, it will be a great achievement. Who will dare to touch you then?"
Li Mingyue snorted coldly, "Take that thing back? You want me to die on the way, and then you can take advantage of it, right?"
"You have the right to refuse, but the premise is that you can survive today." Fang Mo pointed to the street corner in the distance.
Following the direction of Fang Mo's finger, Li Mingyue looks far into the distance.
On the Changle Ward Bluestone Slab road that was washed away by the rain, several figures in gray cloaks were walking silently.
Their steps were weird, and each step landed extremely lightly, as if they were weightless. The hood of the cloak was pressed very low, and occasionally the cold wind lifted a corner, revealing not a human face, but a cold and stiff bronze mask.
It was a mask without Five Senses, only a broken Cinnabar Runes was engraved on the forehead.
"Life Reaper Envoy..." Li Mingyue felt a chill running down his spine, making it difficult to breathe.
This is a killing machine specially cultivated by Eastern Wasteland Daoist Land. It would not be born except for Great Karma.
They don't ask about right and wrong, they just kill people.
Once targeted by this group of people, even if they escape to the ends of the earth, their necks will be strangled by the invisible Karma Threads.
"This Divine Capital has been surrounded by all forces and formed an iron barrel." Fang Mo straightened up and patted Li Mingyue on the shoulder, "If you want to jump out, you can only follow me. Go grab it, collect it, and liquidate it."
At this moment, a crisp clicking sound suddenly came from inside Fang Mo's body.
The voice was extremely small, but it exploded in his mind like thunder.
His expression suddenly changed, and he didn't even have time to say hello. He jumped off the terrace and rushed into a remote Quiet Chamber.
"Boss, what's going on?" Qian Dagui was about to come over to show his courtesy, but was shocked back by the fiery Hot Baleful Intent energy that burst out from Fang Mo.
Within Quiet Chamber.
Fang Mo sat down cross-legged, and before he could fall into meditation, his chest rose and fell violently, and a mouthful of turbid yellow blood suddenly spurted out.
The blood dropped to the ground, making a sizzling sound like Sulfuric Acid, corroding the hard Bluestone Slab into a deep pit.
Looking inside, the Stomach Palace and Stomach Temple finally collapsed completely.
The originally ferocious Rakshasa Statue has been shattered into pieces.
That's because the power of the three houses of heart, lungs and kidneys is too strong. The aftermath of the cycle of the three houses directly shattered this lowly temporary tenant.
Not only was the statue broken, but the Gold Swallowing Stone Transformation Divine Ability that Fang Mo had cultivated before was also in a violent and out-of-control state.
His stomach was drying up rapidly, and then bulging with a strange frequency.
An unprecedented hunger that could engulf Divine Soul instantly overwhelmed Fang Mo's sanity like a volcanic eruption.
It's not just a desire for food, but a crazy desire for existence, energy, and all tangible and intangible substances around you.
His gums began to bleed, his nails swelled unconsciously, and even the air in front of him turned into a tempting delicacy at this moment.
"Sir, it seems that your appetite has developed earlier than I thought." Nian Nu'er's figure loomed in the void. Although his tone was teasing, his eyes were fixed on Fang Mo.
This kind of greedy loss of control is an extremely dangerous sign even in the history of Prison Suppressor.
If not handled properly, Fang Mo will eat itself first.
Fang Mo forcibly held on to Spiritual Terrace's last trace of clarity, and dug his right hand into the cracks in the bricks on the ground. His nails cracked due to the excessive force, and blood dripped from his eyes.
"Where is Corpse Bone Urn...?" He squeezed out these words through his teeth.
"It's East City, Guixu Inn." Li Mingyue opened the door and looked at Fang Mo struggling in the quagmire with a complicated expression. Although she didn't We don't know what exactly happened to Fang Mo, but the aura of greed that makes people Despair is exactly the same as the Corpse Bone Urn described in Case File.
Before he could finish his words, a strong wind rose from the ground.
Li Mingyue felt that his eyes were blurred, and the skinny figure had disappeared. A large human-shaped hole was left in the hard wall, and masonry debris was still falling down.
There was a scream and a loud noise of heavy objects falling to the ground. It was the sound of Iron Bull trying to stop it but being knocked away. Immediately afterwards, a turbid yellow light cut through the sky like a meteor, and with a shrill sound of breaking through the air, it went straight towards East City.
Li Mingyue walked to the hole and looked at the terrifying figure walking away. The palm of his hand holding the knife was covered in cold sweat.
She didn't know whether her decision today was right or wrong.