The dark earthen jar shattered, and the fragments scratched Fang Mo's robe and were nailed into the decaying beams of the inn.
This Corpse Bone Urn, which had been sealed for hundreds of years by the secret method of Demon Suppression Division, finally revealed its ferocious nature at this moment.
The origin Aura called greed broke away from the shackles of pottery and showed Dark Yellow color. It had a heavy texture and a sense of sedimentation that could corrode the soul, twisting in the air.
This trace of God King's residual slough smelled the same kind of scent, and it followed the pores of Fang Mo's palm and directly hit the meridians.
Under Tanzhong Acupoint, the simple Stomach Temple originally built by Cannibal Rakshasa Remnant Soul was shattered into pieces without any resistance under the impact of this high Divine Rank force.
The Ruins produced by the disintegration was shrouded in Dark Yellow colored light, and a silent Chaos evolved in the middle focus area. This Chaos is not nothingness, but a millstone that can decompose the laws of all things in the world.
The Tribulation Fire of the heart, the Geng Gold of the lungs, and the Nine Netherworlds of the kidneys, the three God King powers that were originally incompatible with each other in the Fang Mo body, have found a common hub at this time.
The three qi gathered together, Stomach Sac, Chaos, and Four Palaces, forming a subtle and domineering cycle.
The originally heavy and cold Nine Nether Black Water was boiled by Heart Fire, turned into hot vital steam, and then refined by Lung Metal Killing Aura, and finally merged into this Dark Yellow-colored Chaos Stomach Sac.
This is Rotten Sac Returning to Truth.
Fang Mo At this moment, I just feel empty in my belly. This emptiness is not hunger and thirst, but a desire to control everything in the world that can be transformed.
He no longer needs pure food and drink, as long as he has thoughts, the Spiritual Qi around him, the free Five Elements Essences, and even the Aura of those snooping can be chewed up by this Chaos Grindstone and become the nourishment for his leap in cultivation.
He stood in the middle of the messy Guixu Inn.
At this time, his facial muscles stretched into a cold arc.
Inside the bronze skin, there are dark golden flowing ripples.
The yellow vortex deep in the eyes gradually settled, and a faint vertical line appeared.
That is the true meaning of Taotie, which is slowly awakening from his previous life of Ruins.
"Boss... the effect of your transformation is too scary." Qian Dagui hid behind Iron Bull and poked his head out cautiously.
Fang Mo's current state is indeed strange. There is a layer of dark golden light on his originally bronze skin. The yellow vortex in his eyes gradually disappears, but an extremely obscure vertical line is left in the depths.
That's Taotie Mark.
"Return to Prison Suppression Division." Fang Mo gathered his breath.
When he stepped out of the inn door, the entire Long Street had fallen into a strange silence.
Those eyes and ears hidden in the dark, whether they were Demon Suppression Division's Captain or Eastern Wasteland Daoist Land's spies, dared not come out at this moment. The Divine Rank suppression emanating from Fang Mo's body was like the pressure of a mountain, giving them a fear that their souls would be sucked into that Black Robe.
Inside Prison Suppression Division (formerly White Tiger Hall), the lights are brightly lit at this time.
Li Mingyue was sitting in the Side Hall, holding the top secret Case File about "Corpse Bone Urn" in her hand. It wasn't until she saw Fang Mo striding into the yard that her tense back relaxed slightly.
"Is it done?" Li Mingyue stood up with complicated eyes.
Fang Mo casually threw the broken pieces of the earthen jar on the table, making a crisp sound.
"It's done. If Demon Suppression Division wants this thing in the future, let them exchange it for other parts of God King."
Fang Mo sat on the main seat with a golden sword. At this time, as Four Palace Temples was completely stabilized, the bottleneck that was originally stuck on Organ Refining Realm Peak melted away without a trace, just like the remaining snow under the scorching sun.
Qi and blood are like mercury, and divine power enters the internal organs.
"Officer, congratulations." Nian Nu'er found a plate of peeled Red Agate Grapes from somewhere, half-knelt beside Fang Mo, and stuffed one by one into his mouth, "Four Palaces gathered together, Five Elements has become the fourth one. Next, it's time to find the last one."
Fang Mo chewed the grapes, his eyes slightly cold. "Liver Governs Dispelling, belongs to wood. The last one is in the hands of Sorrowful Mist Locking Liver God King?"
Nian Nu'er smiled and nodded, but his eyes drifted to the west.
"That man was a passionate person and the most cold-hearted. His remnant soul is not in Eastern Wasteland, nor Great Qian, but is hidden under the Dharma Seat of the Western Desert Buddhist Kingdom's 'Great Sun Golden Buddha'."
"Western Desert Buddhist Kingdom?" Fang Mo frowned.
In that place, Buddhist Dharma was so prosperous that it was almost crazy, and everyone was proud to worship the Buddha. But in the eyes of people like Nian Nu'er and Fang Mo, it was just another bigger Prison Cell, imprisoning the greed, anger, and ignorance of all living beings.
"Crown Prince's people have come to see me." Fang Mo changed the topic.
Just before entering the city, he received a pitch-black Carved Tusk.
That's Crown Prince's token.
In this game of Old Emperor seeking immortality, Crown Prince, who is more than 150 years old, can't wait to take action.
"He left a letter in Carved Tusk, saying that Western Desert had a Dharma Assembly. Great Qian Imperial Court and he was going to send people to worship the Buddha, and the leader was the Imperial Stable Bureau Seal-Bearer--Li Fuguo who was deeply trusted by the emperor."
At the mention of Li Fuguo, all Divine Treasury in Fang Mo's body vibrated.
This is the noble man in Luo Changfeng's memory.
He is also the initiator of refining Flesh Spirit Pill and sacrificing Liuxi Village.
"Interesting." Fang Mo stood up and walked to the courtyard.
It was already bright, and the morning light had dispelled the last trace of gloom.
"Iron Bull, sharpen your hammer."
"Da Gui, prepare the most expensive carriage and travel expenses."
"Old Yan, send all the information about the Western Desert Buddhist Kingdom, no matter how big or small, to my desk within an hour."
"Jie Se, you are familiar with the depth of the water Western Desert. On this trip back to your hometown, if your Joyful Zen can also cultivate those Buddhas, it will be considered your ability."
After Fang Mo finished giving instructions, he turned to look at Li Mingyue who looked shocked.
"Commander Li, you can't go back to this Demon Suppression Division. But I can give you a chance."
"Go to Western Desert."
"Follow me and see how many abscesses are hidden under the so-called Buddha Golden Body."
Fang Mo clenched his palm suddenly, and the crisp sound of chains colliding in the void resounded through Divine Capital.
His Journey of Return has just begun.
Sins, it's time for someone to collect the debt.