The strong wind was like thousands of dull knives, scraping against the ears with a tooth-piercing scream.
The heaven and earth within the sight were pulled into twisted blocks of color by this extreme speed. The yellow sand and the sky were mixed together, making it impossible to tell which was the earth and which was the sky.
Fang Mo has never experienced such joyful and crazy speed.
This is not a physical crossing brought about by anger Blood Burst, but a grand sacrifice that costs a lot of money. Qian Dagui's fat hands are shaking so much that only afterimages are left, with Great Qian Ministry of Revenue 0 printed on them. The Crimson Gold Ticket with the official seal of was thrown into the void. These bills spontaneously ignited without fire before they landed on the ground. What rose up were not ordinary fireworks, but waves of Crimson luck visible to the naked eye.
That is the Commercial Luck accumulated by the Jiangnan Qian Family generations, and it is also the Law power that Great Qian Dynasty bestows on wealth.
As each piece of Banknotes burns out, the surrounding space becomes as soft as the heated Wax Oil.
Fang Mo took a step forward, without exerting any force on his feet, but his whole body was enveloped by the Crimson power that was full of copper smell, and he was squeezed out of the gap of Space Law a hundred feet away.
The pressure behind me did not weaken as the distance increased. Instead, it became heavier and heavier like a gangrene attached to the bone.
Old Ancestor Kongji, this Dharma Aspect old monster has been living in the Great Thunderclap Temple underground for thousands of years. Even if his vitality and blood are declining, even if his life span is about to expire, his Divine Soul will is still like cast iron.
The Sorrow Mist that was enough to make Organ Refining Realm Martial Artist commit suicide before only made him dazed for a moment.
After a brief moment of confusion, he caught up again.
Old Ancestor Kongji stepped on Golden Lotus, and his body was as skinny as a stick, but as majestic as a mountain. He did not catch up at full speed, but just raised his arm like a dead branch, kept picking one Prayer Beads from the string on his wrist, and then popped it out at will.
This action was light and easy, like a naughty boy throwing stones at an anthill.
"Collapse."
Golden Prayer Beads flew out of his hand one after another, each one weighing ten thousand, like golden cannonballs, hitting Fang Mo's escape route.
Wasteland was riddled with holes and countless sand dunes were flattened.
Strong shock waves hit Fang Mo and Body Protection Qi again and again, causing his blood to surge.
"Boss, this can't go on like this! My money is about to burn out!"
Qian Dagui looked at the rapidly thinning Banknotes in his hand, with Despair all over his fat face, "Is this Old Bald Donkey a dog-skin plaster? I can't even shake it off!"
Fang Mo pursed his lips and did not respond. He used that impact to forcefully speed up again.
Under the appearance of running away in panic, his mind had already sunk to the deepest part of his body.
Under the right rib, where the liver is located.
This Azure-Gray Mist Dragon, condensed from Great Thunderclap Temple's thousand-year wish, is rolling crazily in his Viscera Temple.
It is not willing to be imprisoned, and it is not willing to become the nourishment of this mortal body.
It is roaring, rushing, trying to tear apart Fang Mo's Five Viscera Six Bowels.
Liver Belongs to Wood, Governs Dispelling, In Emotion, It is Anger.
Sorrow Overcomes Anger.
Fang Mo let go of all suppression on Divine Treasury. He actively guided the cold and damp power, soaking into every inch of his bones and every meridians.
The world changed in his eyes.
The originally dazzling scorching sun, Golden Sand Sea, and Crimson's money all faded away at this moment. Everything in the world turned into a monotonous and dead gray. Only the crisscrossing Karma Threads, like a spider web soaked in ink, clearly emerged in this Gray and White World.
An indescribable sadness emerged from Soul Depth, instantly drowning the instinct to survive and the fear of death.
Tears filled my eyes without warning.
Not because of fear, but because this world is too painful, all living beings are too tired, and living... is too boring.
"If you can't run away, then don't run away."
Fang Mo suddenly stopped.
The huge impact force brought by inertia plowed two deep grooves on the ground.
"Fang Mo!"
Li Mingyue was thrown away by the inertia and staggered a few steps, looking back in horror.
The old monk had already chased him five hundred feet away.
"You go first."
Fang Mo pushed everyone behind him, turned around alone, and faced the old monster Dharma Aspect who came with the force of wind and thunder.
"Don't run away?"
Old Ancestor Kongji is suspended in the air, with Golden Lotus on its feet, and a broken Buddha Light is spinning behind it, which looks both sacred and weird.
"Nie Zhan, hand over Heart of Sorrow. I can make the decision. I will keep your whole body and bury it in Ten Thousand Buddha Cave, where you will be incense for eternity."
"Whole corpse?"
Fang Mo smiled.
In this gray-white world, his smile looked particularly weird. The corners of his mouth were raised in a sarcastic arc, but his ghostly yellow eyes were filled with deathly darkness.
"Old man, in your life, you have repaired Silent Zen and Withered Wood Zen, but have you ever repaired..."
Fang Mo raised his right hand and did not hold the knife. Instead, he pointed his fingers together to form a knife and gently pressed it under his right rib. There was the position of Liver.
The five fingers exerted force, and the fingertips pierced the flesh and clasped the blue-gray origin that was pulsing crazily.
"...Crying Zen?"
[Viscera Divine Ability: Liver and Intestines Shattered]!
There were no earth-shattering energy fluctuations.
There are no dazzling light and shadow effects.
There was just a very light, very light sigh between heaven and earth.
It was like a whimper coming from an old woman standing alone in an empty room under the dilapidated window lattice on a late autumn night.
The Liver Palace Divine Treasure in Fang Mo's body completely exploded, and all the Sorrow Mist was compressed to the extreme in an instant, and then followed his gaze, ignoring the distance in space, and projected it directly onto Old Ancestor Kongji's body.
Old Ancestor Kongji The palm that was originally about to be slapped suddenly froze in mid-air.
His face suddenly turned pale.
An indescribable cramping pain erupted from his abdomen.
That kind of pain is not physical pain, but the kind of pain that feels like watching a loved one die tragically, watching a life-long belief collapse, and watching oneself helpless in this world. Despair.
This Despair turned into a real blade, cutting crazily inside his body.
He saw it.
I saw the back of Despair, whose mother knelt outside Mountain Gate and begged to see him when he first entered Samana a thousand years ago, but was rejected by him.
I saw the sad smile on my face when my senior brother voluntarily jumped into Myriad Demon Cave Body Feeding Demon in order to cover his practice.
I saw the numbness when he personally pulled out the disciples' Divine Souls one by one and sealed them into the dark rock wall in order to maintain this false Buddhist Kingdom for thousands of years.
What exactly am I cultivating in this life?
What's the point of living forever?
Despair.
Despair, which was enough to overwhelm reason and crush Dao Heart, turned into a real blade.
The blade was invisible and shapeless, yet sharper than any magical weapon in the world. It cut wildly inside his body and wreaked havoc inside the indestructible Golden Body.
"Ah--!"
The old Monster, who had lived for nearly a thousand years, suddenly let out a scream that was not like a human voice.
He clutched his stomach and fell from the air, hitting the sand hard and curling up like a cooked shrimp.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
From his seven orifices, black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted out.
It's really Liver and Intestines Shattered.
In a physical sense, he made himself so angry and sad that his intestines broke.
"Now! Run!"
Fang Mo gave a low drink, and a trace of blood also spilled from the corner of his mouth.
This move Divine Ability will damage the enemy by one thousand and damage yourself by eight hundred.
That extreme sadness also left a deep scratch on his Divine Soul.
But he didn't dare to stop at all.
For a strong Dharma Aspect Realm, physical damage is nothing but Skin and Fur. As long as he is given time to suppress those emotions and reshape Dao Heart, he will still die.
He rose up, grabbed Qian Dagui and Li Mingyue who were still in a daze, smashed through the wind and sand again, and rushed towards the east.
This time, there were no pursuers behind him.
Only in the endless and desolate wind and sand of the Western Desert, an old man's heart-rending, heart-breaking cry could be faintly heard, echoing in the empty wasteland and lingering for a long time.