The yellow sand is like iron and the wind is like Steel Saber.
At the junction of Great Qian and Western Desert is a stretch of uninhabited Gobi that stretches for three thousand miles, named Immortal Burial Ridge.
This is a poisonous sore created by the intersection of Western Desert and Great Qian. It stretches for three thousand miles, and is Black Gobi with extremely high iron content.
The geomagnetic disorder causes the Compass pointer to just spin around here like a fly with its head cut off. An ordinary Organ Refining Realm Martial Artist that strays into this place will be ground into a mummy by the Gang Wind that can blow apart Body Protecting True Gang.
A group of figures ran wildly under the dim dusk.
The soles of his feet shattered the hardened salt-alkali crust, leaving a half-foot-deep depression in the ground with each step.
The edge of the depression was instantly smoothed by the strong wind, leaving no trace.
The figure of the leading young man Black Robe flashed.
There was a muffled sound in the chest, like red-hot porcelain being poured with a basin of ice water.
Dark red blood mixed with broken organs and pieces of flesh spurted out uncontrollably from his mouth and nose, spilling onto the hot gravel, and a burst of smelly white smoke instantly rose up.
Fang Mo didn't even have time to make a support move, his knees softened and he fell straight back.
The moment my back hit the ground, there was no pain as expected.
Qian Dagui showed an astonishing explosive power. He turned into an afterimage and rushed over. The priceless sable cloak was thrown to the ground without hesitation, barely padding Fang Mo's back.
"Don't shake."
Fang Mo was lying on the ground, his eyes wide open and his pupils dilated, staring directly at the dim and oppressive sky above his head.
His chest rose and fell slightly, and the surface of his skin showed a strange gray-white color, like a specimen.
At this moment, the Prison Suppressor in his body is in an extremely dangerous balance.
In order to get rid of the old Monster who was Dharma Aspect Realm, he forcibly activated [Ember Emotion Soaring Step], using all his joys, anger, sorrows, greed, anger, ignorance and hatred as fuel, and burned them all in an instant.
Today, he is like a stove that has been emptied of ashes. He is empty Bronze Skin Iron Bones, but there is a dead silence inside.
The pain is still there, but the painful emotion is gone.
This is a very amazing experience.
He could clearly feel that his Liver was forcibly opening up space in this Mortal Coil body due to the arrival of God King. Every expansion was like cutting the flesh with a dull knife, but he didn't even think of frowning.
Deep inside the Kidney Palace, [Nine Nether Spring Surge]'s Divine Ability is running on its own.
Waves of bitingly cold Black Water Essence Qi flowed upstream along the Spinal Dragon. Where they passed, the broken meridians were forcibly connected, and the broken flesh and blood were glued together by Black Water.
This method of repair is rough and barbaric, with no regard for the host's feelings. It is purely to allow the body to continue to be used.
"Boss, don't scare me!" Qian Dagui looked at Fang Mo's expressionless face, sweating profusely, "Why don't you hum, does it hurt?"
Fang Mo rolled his eyes and his gaze fell on Qian Dagui's big face filled with fear.
He wanted to shut up, but when he reached his lips, there was only dead silence.
His current state of mind is even more thorough than that of [Still Water Mirror].
Withered Well No Waves, all thoughts are in despair.
This is the side effect of [Ember Vein Burning Emotion]Divine Treasury - emotional overdraft.
I'm afraid he will have to maintain this saint mode for a long time in the future, unless he can catch a few emotional Great Demons and put them in the stove to burn.
Seeing that Fang Mo was silent, Qian Dagui thought he was about to die, so he tremblingly took out a strange-looking Pure Gold Whistle from his arms.
"Sh--!"
The sharp whistle tore through the wind of Wasteland. Its sound frequency was extremely high, with a special penetrating power, echoing in the empty Gobi Desert.
Not even ten breaths.
The earth trembled slightly.
On the distant horizon, a luxurious carriage broke through the sand and dust like a mad bison. The eight Dragon Blood Qilin Horse horses were foaming at the mouth, and the wind was blowing from their hooves. They were obviously running for their lives.
"It's coming! It's coming!" Qian Dagui wiped the sweat from his face and shouted to Li Mingyue and Jie Se, "Quickly, help me! This is the life-saving car specially equipped by my old man for me. The horse grew up eating my bath water... Bah, they grew up smelling the smell of my homesickness. They will recognize me even if I turn into ashes!"
Li Mingyue ignored the nonsense of this damn fat man. She sheathed her sword, and Jie Se stood up on the left and right of the zombie-like Fang Mo.
At the moment when the carriage came to a halt, the wheels were still spinning and kicking up dust.
The shadow at the bottom of the carriage suddenly stretched and twisted strangely.
A rickety figure seemed to emerge from the ink, quietly appearing behind everyone, holding a strong man like an iron tower in his hand.
"Who!"
Li Mingyue instinctively drew the knife, and the blade drew a cold light in the air.
"Commander Li, one of our own."
The iconic hoarse voice of Old Yan sounded. He supported Iron Bull, who was also pale and covered in blood. His old face, which usually had a flattering smile on it, was so gloomy that it could drip water at this moment.
"Old Yan? Iron Bull?"
Qian Dagui's eyes almost popped out of his head, "Why are you here? Didn't you get separated when you were running away just now?"
"Bullshit." Old Yan coughed, and a hint of Black Blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, "If this stupid cow hadn't shouldered the aftermath of that Old Bald Donkey for you, we would have been beaten to a pulp eight hundred miles away."
He pointed at Iron Bull.
This fool's eyes were tightly closed at this moment, and the Iron Rod in his hand had been completely twisted into a twist. The tiger's mouth was shattered, and the muscles of both arms were completely exploded, revealing the White Bones. It was obvious that he had suffered severe internal injuries.
"Stop looking and get in the car quickly."
Old Yan did not explain how he was able to keep up with Dragon Blood Qilin Horse's speed while carrying a seriously wounded man weighing 300 kilograms.
He didn't even glance at the shocked expressions of everyone, but turned his head, staring at the West skyline that was gradually being swallowed up by the night with his cloudy old eyes.
In the depths of that darkness, something seemed to be spreading silently.
"That old guy hasn't given up yet."
Old Yan's voice was deep, "That disgusting Sandalwood Incense smell is getting closer and closer."
Fang Mo was lying in the arms of Li Mingyue and Jie Se. When he heard these words, his originally dead pupils shrank slightly.
He doesn't need Old Yan explanation.
In his [Netherworld Ghost Eye] vision, the Karma Threads between heaven and earth did not break with the distance.
On the contrary, a Golden Thread as thick as a python was tightly wrapped around his right rib, where Liver was.
That's no ordinary tracking technique.
That is the bond of [Sorrowful Mist Locking Liver God King] and Great Thunderclap Temple's thousand-year cause and effect.
As long as the liver is still in his stomach, that old Monster can follow the network cable to find it.
"Get in the car." Fang Mo finally spoke, his voice as dry as sandpaper, "Go east, enter the customs."