One hundred and eight Life Intercepting Division Death Warrior did not even leave any afterimages, their existence itself became part of this Wasteland shadow.
The air became thick and heavy, and instead of dry and cold wind and sand, there was a suffocating smell of rust, as if countless invisible rusty knives were moving against the skin of pedestrians.
The light between heaven and earth was deprived in an instant.
The originally dark red setting sun was obscured by a layer of gray mist. Within a hundred feet, the air became thick and stagnant, and every breath felt like swallowing a mouth full of gravel.
"Array, Soul Lock."
Countless overlapping whispers came from the void.
Li Mingyue relied on instinct to swing the sword to the left.
Spring Embroidered Saber tore Gray Mist. The blade did touch the entity, but there was no sense of blockage from cutting into flesh and blood.
The Black Shadow collapsed like a wave of water the moment it touched the knife, and then regrouped three feet away, and the strange-style Curved Hook Saber in his hand silently wiped towards her throat.
This is not fighting against others at all, but fighting against this side of the world that has been maliciously distorted.
"Don't waste your efforts, this is a variant of Widowmaker Formation." Li Mingyue blocked the offensive with a horizontal sword, and sparks briefly burst out in the darkness and then quickly disappeared, "They are waiting for us to be exhausted. Every time we spend our breath here, one point of our life span will be taken away by this Formation."
This group of Death Warriors are not looking for a quick kill at all. They are like a group of patient wolves, laying Heavenly Nets on these Wastelands, bit by bit eating away at the physical strength and will of their prey.
However, before she could finish her words, an extremely impatient snort interrupted the chill.
"Consumption?"
Fang Mo stood in front of the carriage, his hands folded in his sleeves, and he didn't even throw away the half-eaten pomelo.
He looked at the ghostly figures moving through the mist, and the yellow vortex in his eyes slowly turned, like looking at a buffet.
"Iron Bull."
"Ho--!"
Fang Mo responded with a dull roar originating from deep within the chest.
The man who had been as silent as a stone statue moved.
Iron Bull doesn't care at all whether Formation or Formation is true or false.
His big feet stomped hard on the ground, and his whole body was like a cannonball that was discharged from the barrel, crashing directly into the richest mass of Gray Mist.
The Wrought Iron Cudgel in my hand doesn't have any fancy moves, it's just the brute force that wants to poke a hole in the sky, Sweep Thousand Armies!
Woo--!
The giant stick swept across. The air was squeezed and exploded by brute force, emitting a series of ear-piercing screams.
Bang bang bang!
Three balls of Blood Mist exploded in the darkness.
The three Death Warrior couldn't even see what was coming, and the Body Protection Qi shattered like tissue paper. The Wrought Iron Cudgel hit their waists and abdomens firmly, and the impact at that moment was enough to crush the rock into powder.
There was a crisp sound of broken bones. Their spines were shattered on the spot, their upper and lower bodies were folded at a heartbreaking angle, and their whole bodies were blown out like a puddle of mud. While their bodies were still in the air, pieces of internal organs mixed with blood spurted out from their mouths and noses.
The corpse hit a dead tree in the distance, breaking the thick trunk of the tree that the two of them hugged together, and finally turned into a pile of hard-to-identify flesh and blood.
Any force-removing techniques or ghost body techniques are meaningless in front of this stick.
Iron Bull doesn't understand Formation.
In his simple mind, as long as he is strong enough, there is no walnut in the world that cannot be smashed.
"Change the formation! Attack its base!"
Urgent instructions came from deep in the mist.
The remaining Death Warrior quickly changed their tactics, and dozens of Curved Hook Saber scurried along the ground, like poisonous snakes spitting messages, specifically to greet Iron Bull's ankles and knees.
"Amitabha, you Benefactors are so cruel, but you are going to do Tongue-Pulling Hell."
Jie Se Monk climbed onto the roof of the carriage at some point.
He sat cross-legged, with a strange Blood Lotus blooming under his body.
Jie Se raised his head, his Adam's apple rolled, and a large mouthful of strong liquor entered his stomach. The next moment, he spurted forward suddenly.
Phew--!
The wine mist in the sky turned into blazing flames.
It was not the ordinary Crimson Mortal Fire, but a strange pink flame.
Any Death Warrior that was contaminated by the flames was not burned to coke, but instantly turned red in the face, felt unbearably hot all over, and the sword in his hand was involuntarily confused.
What's more, he actually dropped his weapon on the spot, tore his clothes frantically with his hands, and let out a beast-like gasp.
"What is this Evil Arts?" Li Mingyue was stunned.
"Lord Li That's wrong." Jie Se Monk laughed so hard that the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of charm, "This poor monk is called Blissful Crossing. Since they live so hard, the poor monk helps them release their nature. Isn't it a great merit?"
There is Iron Bull in front to defeat Myriad Laws, and above there is Jie Se who is in a state of lust. Widowmaker Formation, which was originally a perfect fit and could trap the Organ Refining Peak master to death, was torn to pieces in just a moment with the cooperation of this monk and layman, and became a joke.
But Life Intercepting Division can become a sharp blade in the hands of the royal family, not just because of this set of Formation.
In the deepest part of Gray Mist, a trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the leading gray-robed man. Seeing that Formation was broken and his men suffered heavy casualties, not only did he not give up, but he took out a pitch-black Command Flag from his arms.
"Sacrifice! Invite God!"
Following this order, the remaining sixty or so Death Warrior seemed to have received some kind of Divine Edict that was irresistible. They no longer struggled or attacked, but all turned the Curved Hook Saber in their hands over and stabbed it into their own hearts without hesitation.
Poof!
More than sixty sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh merged into one sound.
The blood surged out wildly, but did not drip to the ground. Instead, it rose upwards contrary to common sense, and gathered into a thick column of blood that shot straight into the sky.
Every Death Warrior is withering away at an alarming speed. Their life, blood, and even their souls that have just been ignited by desire have all become sacrifices at this moment.
Rumble!
Wasteland There was a rolling muffled thunder in the sky. It was not thunder, but the wail made by the space that could not bear the arrival of some kind of terrifying existence.
Blood Mist rolled and condensed into a three-foot-tall ferocious Dharma Aspect in this gray world.
That Dharma Aspect Green Face Fangs, wearing a high hat, holding a broken Soul-Summoning Banner, surrounded by Pitch-Black Chains. A chilly aura originating from Nine Netherworlds Netherworld instantly swept across the audience, and even the pink desire was dimmed by the coldness.
Underworld Bureau Orthodox God, Impermanence manifest.
"Please Seventh Lord Eighth Lord, arrest the living soul!"
The Dharma Aspect let out a silent roar, and with a roll of Soul-Summoning Banner in his hand, an irresistible suction force enveloped the entire place.
Qian Dagui felt his head was dizzy, and his soul seemed to be leaving his body. He was so frightened that he hugged the wheels of the carriage tightly and shouted, "Boss, help me! The soul is about to fly!"
Li Mingyue also turned pale, and could only bite the tip of his tongue and use the severe pain to calm his mind.
This is the forbidden art of exchanging life for life.
These Death Warrior sacrificed their life span and vitality, and forcibly summoned a trace of Yin God's power, in order to catch Fang Mo and others in one fell swoop.
"Soul-binding?"
Fang Mo stood in the center of the storm, his robes rustling and his hair dancing wildly.
But there was no trace of panic on his face.
On the contrary, the stomach that had been suppressed by him made a thunderous roar at this moment.
Gulu--!
That voice even overshadowed the roar of Yin God Dharma Aspect.
Fang Mo Slowly open your mouth.
At that moment, his mouth didn't seem to get bigger, but in everyone's eyes, it seemed like there was only that bottomless huge mouth left in the world.
That's a kind of conceptual devouring.
"Yin God from Netherworld? I haven't tried it before. Please try it."
Behind Fang Mo, a Taotie Phantom in the color Dark Yellow appeared.
That Taotie had no entity, only a rough outline. However, the moment the outline appeared, the Yin God Dharma Aspect, which was so majestic just now, started to tremble.
That's absolute suppression on Divine Rank.
Ember Vein Burning Passion God King's Heart Fire burns in Fang Mo's body, providing endless power for this devouring power.
Phew!
Fang Mo took a sharp breath.
The sky full of Blood Fiend Energy, the Yin God Dharma Aspect condensed by more than sixty people Essence Blood, and even the Grievance Qi after the death of one hundred and eight people, all turned into a torrent, rushing into Fang Mo's mouth uncontrollably.
"No... this is impossible!" The leading gray-robed man's eyes almost popped out of his head.
This is a wisp of the Underworld Bureau Orthodox God Soul Fragment!
How could a mortal devour a god?
"Nothing is impossible."
Fang Mo's voice was a little blurred in the wind because his mouth was full of energy, "As long as it goes into my bowl, it's food."
Burp.
A loud burp sounded on the dead Wasteland.
That Yin God Dharma Aspect didn't even have a chance to struggle, and was swallowed alive by Fang Mo.
Not even the dregs are left.
As Dharma Aspect disappeared, the more than sixty Death Warrior suffered an instant backlash. Each of them seemed to have had their bone marrow drained, and fell limply to the ground, bleeding from their orifices, and died.
Burp.
A loud and long burp echoed on the dead Wasteland, which seemed particularly harsh.
Fang Mo patted his slightly bulging belly, frowned with some dissatisfaction, and picked out a trace of residual Sha Qi from between his teeth.
"It's a bit of a firewood, Saya. Remember to ask King Yama to send someone younger next time."
"A little firewood, Sai Ya."