The night wind was like a knife, blowing through Western Desert Frontier, a land of barren Wasteland, bringing up gravel and hitting it on the Golden Silk Nanmu Wood carriage. The sound was like thousands of hungry ghosts gnawing at the coffin.
Fang Mo was perched on the top of the carriage, his figure rising and falling slightly with the bumps, but his whole body Aura was as heavy as an iron Buddha suppressing Yellow Springs.
The devouring and counterattack at the Divine Rank level within the body is now progressing to its most brutal stage.
That wisp of Yin God Soul Fragment that was forcibly swallowed into the stomach, although it was just a low-class parade character in Underworld Yin Division, was actually contaminated by the reincarnation Law.
It entered Stomach Sac, and not only refused to be turned into nourishment, but instead relied on the coldness Death Qi to try to carve out a niche in Fang Mo's Middle Jiao Qi Sea Ghost Domain.
Dark Yellow-colored Chaos Grindstone rotates slowly in the belly of Fang Mo, and every time it is crushed, it makes a dull thunderous sound that makes people's teeth hurt.
That's [Rotten Sac Returning to Truth]'s Divine Ability forcibly decomposing Law.
The remnant soul of Yin God was not willing to be killed. It turned into countless shrill ghost screams, rushing left and right, trying to freeze the meridians of Fang Mo's body.
Fang Mo even had a thin layer of gray-white frost on his skin, and even his breath was filled with a biting chill.
"If it enters my belly, life or death will be determined by fate."
Fang Mo Sha Qi gathers between the brows, and thoughts sink into the interior scene.
Heart Palace Crimson Divine Hall Within, [Ember Vein Burning Passion God King] the originally closed statue opened its eyes angrily, and while its heart was pumping, an extremely pure Crimson Gold Tribulation Fire rushed out along the blood vessels, pouring into Stomach Sac like magma bursting from a dam.
Zila--!
There was an explosion sound like boiling oil and snow pouring from his body.
Tribulation Fire is transformed by eternal karma, the most yang and the most strong, dedicated to burning the evil. The residual soul of Yin God let out a silent wail under the heat of Tribulation Fire. The originally condensed Soul Body melted like a candle, and the black Death Qi fled in all directions.
But this is just the beginning.
Lung Palace vibrated, [Fear Skeleton Dispersing Form God King] that indestructible Geng Gold Qi turned into thousands of tiny platinum sharp blades, setting off a metal storm in the small Stomach Sac space, cutting and crushing the collapsed Soul Power until it was restored to the most original and pure Soul Energy particles.
Immediately afterwards, Kidney Palace roared, and Nine Nether Black Water, controlled by [God King Huichuanliu Yu], rushed forward, wrapping, assimilating, and moisturizing these tamed energies, and washing away the last trace of Netherworld's mark.
This is the horror of Four Palaces.
Heart Fire Refines Form, Lung Metal Crushes Bone, Kidney Water Nourishes Source, Stomach Sac Contains Truth.
In just half a stick of incense, the cold energy that would have caused an ordinary Organ Refining Realm Martial Artist to explode and die was completely tamed by this rigorous "Punishment" process, and turned into a stream of cool and sweet soul liquid, flowing upstream along the Spinal Dragon, straight to the Mud Ball palace.
Buzz.
Fang Mo I felt that the center of my eyebrows Divine Court suddenly swelled, as if an invisible barrier had been pierced.
Spiritual Sense, which originally could barely cover a hundred feet in radius, is now like a river bursting its banks, spreading crazily outward.
Two hundred feet... three hundred feet... five hundred feet!
It continued until it was five hundred feet away, and then the feeling of expansion slowly stopped.
Fang Mo slowly opened his eyes.
Deep in those eyes, the original base color of Crimson has a layer of strange blue-grey.
The world has changed.
In [Netherworld Ghost Eye]'s vision, everything in the world is no longer just black and white intertwined with Sins red light.
Whether it's the Dragon Blood Qilin Horse running wildly underfoot, the luxurious Dust Repelling Carriage, or the dead poplar trees in the distance, they all have faint blue-gray thin lines on their bodies.
That's Death Line.
It is a structural flaw in the existence of all things and a fragile cause and effect that maintains life and death. As long as it is cut along these lines, even a stubborn stone will disintegrate in an instant.
"Comfortable."
Fang Mo Take a long breath of Turbid Qi, and with that breath the arrow shoots out three feet, condensing in the air without scattering.
Life Intercepting Division These Death Warriors that come to your door are indeed a great supplement. Not only do they fill the emptiness of your appetite, but they also add a bit more ability to see through life and death with this pair of tricks.
"Boss, there is a village ahead." Qian Dagui's voice came from below, "But this village... is a bit evil."
Fang Mo opens his eyes, Netherworld Ghost Eye opens his eyes.
Three miles ahead, there is indeed a small village.
Under the gaze of ghost eyes, this Wasteland was full of lonely ghosts, but that village was a little too clean.
There is no Ghost Qi, no Grievance Qi, not even a trace of life.
The entire village was shrouded in a faint golden light.
That golden light Fang Mo is very familiar, that is Buddha Light.
But in this Chaotic World that is full of hungry people, in this Wasteland that eats people without spitting out their bones, there is such a pure land of Buddha Light that looks like the Painted Skin in a Chinese fairy tale.
"Go over and have a look." Fang Mo jumped off the roof of the car.
The carriage approached slowly.
There is a piece of Stone Tablet standing at the entrance of the village, with three characters engraved on it - [Pure Land Village].
This name is so well chosen that it exudes a sinister auspiciousness.
The village was quiet, and every house was closed, but there was a white Paper Lantern hanging at the door of every house, with a big Buddha character written on it in Cinnabar.
"Is anyone there? We want to stay in a hotel! We have to pay for it!" Qian Dagui shouted at the top of his lungs.
Squeak--
The door of the house closest to the village entrance was opened.
The one who walked out was Old Woman.
This Old Woman was dressed in rags and had wrinkles all over her face, but the strange thing was that her face didn't have the look of a starving person at all. Instead, her face was red and a little swollen.
She held a coarse porcelain bowl in her hand, filled with white rice and a piece of oily meat on top.
"Amitabha, where did these distinguished guests come from?" Old Woman asked with a smile, his eyes were squeezed into a slit by the fat on his face, and he could not clearly see the expressions inside.
"Divine Capital." Fang Mo stepped forward and his eyes fell on the bowl of rice.
The rice is full of grains, crystal clear, and exudes an alluring aroma. The piece of meat is ruddy in color, alternately fat and thin.
In this world where even Guanyin Earth is competing for food, this Old Woman eats better than the rich man Divine Capital?
"Divine Capital, that is a good place, blessed by the Emperor." Old Woman waved enthusiastically, "Come in and have a rest, our Pure Land Village is a treasured place blessed by Living Buddha. As long as you are sincere, you will have endless food and endless blessings."
"Living Buddha?" Li Mingyue frowned, "Which Living Buddha?"
"Cihang Pudu Great Bodhisattva." Old Woman put his hands together with a pious look on his face.
Fang Mo sniffed.
The smell of rice penetrated his nostrils, causing his newly full stomach to suddenly squirm again.
Not hungry.
But disgusting.
In Netherworld Ghost Eye's field of vision, what kind of rice is in that coarse porcelain bowl?
It was clearly a bowl of white maggots that were constantly wriggling.
And that piece of oily meat...
It's a beating heart of a human baby.
"Da Gui." Fang Mo suddenly spoke.
"Ah? Boss?"
"Give this old man some reward." Fang Mo pointed at the bowl in Old Woman's hand, "This rice is so delicious, buy it."
Although Qian Dagui thinks this Old Woman is eerie, since the boss has spoken, he does not dare to disobey.
He took out a piece of silver from his arms and threw it over.
"No need to look for it."
Old Woman's eyes lit up when he saw the silver, and he reached out to pick it up.
The moment her hand touched the silver.
Fang Mo moved.
Clang!
Li Mingyue's Spring Embroidered Saber is still in the sheath, and Fang Mo's hand knife has already cut Old Woman's wrist.
No blood spurted out.
What came out from the broken wrist was a kind of yellow-brown Corpse Oil.
"Ah--!" Old Woman let out an inhuman scream.
Her originally rosy and plump body quickly shriveled up like a popped balloon.
A piece of Human Skin fell to the ground softly.
What emerged from the Human Skin was not a body of flesh and blood, but a white skeleton.
There were two balls of green fire burning in the skull's eye sockets, and it was still clutching the ingot of silver and the bowl of "rice" in its hands.
"Money... my money..."
The skeleton made a clicking sound, and regardless of the pain of the broken hand, it threw itself at the silver on the ground.
"Is this what you call bliss?"
Fang Mo stepped on the skull of the skeleton with a little force.
Click.
Crushed skull.
The green fire goes out.
With the death of this skeleton, the whole village came to life in an instant.
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
All doors open at the same time.
Countless villagers with glowing faces came out. They all held bowls in their hands, filled with maggots and human flesh, and had the same kind and weird smile on their faces.
"Your distinguished guest... comes to eat..."
"Meat... delicious meat..."
They dropped their bowls, opened their mouths, exposed their sharp fangs, and rushed towards Fang Mo and the others.
Where is this Pure Land Village.
This is a White Bone Cavern covered with Human Skin!