Divine Capital Dongcheng in the early morning, which was supposed to be a place where dignitaries and dignitaries indulged in life, was now quiet and a bit cold.
Guixu Inn is located at the end of a narrow alley, a three-story wooden building, with a hint of grayness Death Qi in the night.
Fang Mo is wearing a large Black Robe, which covers the golden-red light pattern that is almost seeping through.
Every time he takes a step, Bluestone Slab under his feet will leave a faint scorch mark.
Behind him, Iron Bull was holding the Wrought Iron Cudgel, like a silent stone statue;
Old Yan huddled in the shadow, and the Boning Knife in his hand flashed a little cold star from time to time.
Qian Dagui walked in the middle with his neck curled up, holding a thick stack of Banknotes tightly in his hand.
Jie Se fell far behind, a pair of peach blossom eyes shining all over the girls.
"Boss, this place is so spooky. It doesn't look like there is a treasure there."
Qian Dagui lowered his voice, "Why don't we report this to Demon Suppression Division Headquarters? After all, that is Commander Li's territory..."
"Report?" Fang Mo sneered, without stopping, "Those are the things they dug out from my territory. Now, they just return them to their original owners."
The moment he stepped into the alley, a few faint lights suddenly flashed on the roof ridges in all directions.
That is a sign that Formation is activated.
"He Fang Xiaoxiao, trespassing on Demon Suppression Division territory?"
On the top floor of the inn, a clear and condescending voice penetrated the mist.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely powerful Sword Intent swept down from above the tiles.
A young man wearing moon-white Daoist Robe stood with a sword in hand. His long hair was tied up with a Green Bamboo Hairpin, and there was a light blue lotus pattern printed between his eyebrows.
In the rolling Death Qi and mist, his whole person exuded a false fairy aura that was otherworldly and untainted by dust.
Eastern Wasteland Daoist Land, Taishang Palace True Disciple, Qingyunzi.
Fang Mo raised his head. Under the shadow of the hood, a pair of eyes full of yellow vortex were fixed on Qingyunzi. The hunger became hotter at this moment due to the stimulation of murderous intent.
"Get away or die."
Fang Mo's words left no room for negotiation.
A mocking smile appeared on Qingyunzi's fair face. Here Great Qian Divine Capital, anyone who dares to speak like this to a Taishang Palace disciple is either a fool or a death row prisoner who is about to die.
"Punishment Department's little pawn really doesn't know what the world is up to after he has acquired some magic skills. Lei Heng died in your hands because he was not good at studying and self-destructed Dao Foundation. But in front of me Supreme Green Wood Demon Suppression Seal, you Yao Qi can't hide it."
The long sword in Qingyunzi's hand was held flat. The name of the sword was Qingshuang, and the blade was made of Thousand Year Profound Ice Iron. At this time, it made a sharp sword sound in the cold wind.
He lightly drew his finger on the sword's edge. A cyan sword light that was more than ten feet long condensed instantly. The sword light contained Eastern Wasteland orthodox Dao Sect and Righteous Qi.
This aura has a natural restraint on the so-called Evil Arts. Just the aftermath of Sword Qi caused fine cracks to appear in the earthen walls on both sides of the alley.
The sword light fell.
With this blow, he was determined to kill the arrogant jailer directly on Bluestone Slab.
Fang Mo's figure didn't even sway.
Just when the sword was three feet away, Iron Bull let out a dull and hoarse roar.
The man's two feet were sunk three inches into the floor tiles, and the muscles of his arms were knotted. The Iron Rod swung it from bottom to top with a burst of brute force that could smash the city gate.
There are no subtle moves, just the most primitive and pure release of power.
Boom!
The cyan Sword Qi shattered into countless light shards at the moment of collision. The Wrought Iron Cudgel remained unabated, and under the horrified gaze of the Qingyunzi, it directly hit the inn's plaque.
There was a "crash". The whole Guixu Inn shook under the blow, and sawdust flew everywhere.
"Organ Refining Realm Peak? No... this power..." Qingyunzi took three steps back, and the calmness in his eyes had long since disappeared.
The sword he just struck was enough to kill an ordinary person of the same rank, but the black man swatted him away like a fly.
"Old Yan, do it." Fang Mo said in a calm voice.
A gray shadow instantly appeared behind Qingyunzi.
Old Yan's wrinkled old face came close to the other party's ear, and he took a puff of the cigarette that had been extinguished long ago.
"Little boy, you are playing swordplay at Divine Capital. Your master has never taught you. Do you want to check the wind direction first?"
Boning Knife crossed.
Qingyunzi screamed, his left arm was cut off at the root, and blood spurted out. He didn't care to pick up the broken limb, and his body turned into a line of smoke, and he ran away into the distance with all his strength.
"Stop chasing, business is important." Fang Mo stepped into the inn.
The hall was empty except for a dark earthenware pot on the counter.
The jar looks ordinary, even a little crude, but as long as your eyes fall on it, countless crazy chewing sounds will be heard in your mind.
This is Corpse Bone Urn.
Fang Mo walked in. The hunger that originated from Soul Depth reached its peak at this moment.
He even felt that every cell in his body was screaming frantically, asking him to swallow this urn.
"Officer, be careful. What is sealed in this urn is the most exquisite wisp of appetite of God King." Nian Nu'er's voice rang in his ears, with a hint of trembling excitement, "If you put it away, your stomach will really be able to swallow the sky."
Fang Mo stretched out his hand and grabbed the cold mouth of the urn.
At that moment, the wooden boards, tables, chairs, and even the surrounding air in the inn shriveled and shattered in an instant. All the material essence seemed to be attracted by some kind of black hole and rushed towards the earthen jar crazily.
And in the palm of Fang Mo, the phantom of the collapsed Stomach Temple appeared again.
"Collect it from me!"
Black and gold chains shot out from Fang Mo's palm, tightly wrapping around the jar.
The earthen jar struggled violently, making a shrill sound like a baby crying. A translucent, flesh-like shadow tried to break through the seal of the earthen jar.
"Record of Punishing Crimes" in Fang Mo Sea of Consciousness is flipping wildly.
[Containment Corpse Sac True God King is disabled!]
[Crime: The crime of greed and stealing the world!]
[Recast Stomach Divine Treasury--Rotten Sac Returning to Truth!]
Fang Mo felt an indescribable force that was so heavy that it could crush mountains pour into his body along his arms.
His stomach completely turned into nothingness at this moment, and all hunger disappeared instantly, replaced by an absolute majesty that controlled the transformation of all things.