The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the West sky scarlet, and was torn into pieces by the howling cold wind above Gobi.
Yumen Pass, this majestic pass guarding the throat of the Great Qian western border, is now like a black giant beast entrenched in the mountain of corpses Blood Sea.
The hundred-foot-high city wall is entirely made of basalt Molten Iron. The wall is covered with deep marks left by knife and ax cuts and dark brown old blood spots. Under the dim light, it exudes a heart-stopping cold air.
Above the city, the sound of the winch turning was dull and stagnant. It was the groan of beef tendons as thin as a child's arm as they were extremely stretched.
Three God Breaking Bed Ballista, which had been retired long ago but were still pushed out, were holding their ferocious heads high at the moment.
This kind of killing weapon can even penetrate the city wall. The Demon Breaking Rune engraved on the arrow flashes with an ominous red light, locking the lone carriage under the city.
The air was filled with the smell of rust and old leather.
One-Eyed Deputy General's hand is hanging in the air.
His remaining right eye did not have the perseverance of a border guard, only the greed and cruelty when he saw the fat sheep.
In his opinion, the gold and Dragon Blood Qilin Horse on the frame below were already in his possession. As for the few people who looked half-dead, they were just a few more troublesome corpses.
Next to the carriage, Black Robe was shaken by the wind and sand, making a sound.
Fang Mo raised his head.
His face still showed an overdrawn gray color, and deep in his eyes was a dead lake.
Facing the killing array on the city tower that was enough to nail a Organ Refining Realm Martial Artist to the rock instantly, his breathing did not even show any disorder.
This is not the end, just a threshold that must be crossed.
"I gave you a chance."
The voice was very soft, without any emotional ups and downs, and was swallowed up by the wind and sand as soon as it came out.
Fang Mo slowly raised his right hand. The hand was slender and pale, showing a sickly transparency under the setting sun. The index finger and middle finger were brought together, and they did not form a sword formula. Instead, they turned their backhand inwards and stabbed under their right ribs extremely abruptly.
There is the location of Liver.
The fingertips pierced the flesh, and before the blood seeped out, it was sucked back by an invisible force.
The Liver Palace Divine Treasure in the body, which had just absorbed some of the sorrow of heaven and earth, was at this moment violently awakened by the host in a way that was almost self-mutilation. Azure-Gray Mist Dragon, who was entrenched inside, suddenly opened his eyes that contained the will of Primordial God King, and let out a violent growl as if his dream had been disturbed.
Since you are guarding this door and won't open it, then open it with tears in your eyes.
[Viscera Divine Ability: Liver and Intestines Shattered].
There was no strong wind, nor did the sky and earth change color.
Only a blue-gray air flow that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye spread along the soles of Fang Mo's feet. It ignored the constraints of gravity and the solid city wall, and like a silent plague, it instantly climbed up the hundred-foot-high wall.
On top of the city tower, time was momentarily displaced.
One-Eyed Deputy General's raised arms were still hanging in the air, and the military order to release arrows had already reached his throat.
However, the next moment.
An unreasonable sadness, like a rusty saw, pulled at his heart and lungs without warning. This sadness was so violent and unreasonable that it directly bypassed the Martial Dao Will that he was proud of and penetrated into the soft flesh that had already scabbed in the deepest part of his soul.
That winter, it snowed heavily.
In order to collect enough resources for cultivation, he personally sold his childhood sweetheart, who had suffered with him for three years, to Brothel. She didn't cry that day, she was just wearing a thin red coat and looked back at him.
He had seen that look in his dream for twenty years.
"Wow--!"
Without any warning, this tough guy who killed many people at the border suddenly dropped the Command Flag in his hand, covered his face with his hands, and let out a heart-rending cry.
This cry was like a plague, instantly infecting the entire city.
Hundreds of the Border Armys, who were tense and filled with murderous intent, dropped their Power Crossbows one after another. Some people knelt on the ground and beat their chests and stamped their feet, while others hugged the battlements and cried bitterly. Some even collapsed directly on the ground, crying heartily, as if they wanted to vent all their grievances in this life at this moment.
Sadness is both poison and nourishment.
Fang Mo stood under the city and took a deep breath.
The extremely rich sadness emanating from the soldiers at the top of the city turned into gray trickles, rushing into his mouth and nose, and into his Liver Palace.
The originally restless God King Mist Dragon, after devouring the sorrows of these mortals, actually let out a groan of satisfaction, settled down obediently, and fed back a stream of cool vitality, nourishing the already dry and exhausted meridians of Fang Mo.
"I feel comfortable."
Fang Mo's originally gray complexion actually regained a trace of color.
He turned his head and looked at the huge, closed city gate covered with thick iron sheets.
"Da Gui, sit tight."
Before he finished speaking, Fang Mo had a knife in his hand.
It's not the curled-edged Mortal Iron, but the one that has never been easily shown to others - [Blood Soul].
This knife was dark red all over, and there seemed to be countless Vengeful Spirit sealed on the blade. As soon as it was taken out of the sheath, the surrounding temperature plummeted to freezing point. This was a relic of his father Fang Dashan, a real Fierce Weapon.
Fang Mo holds the knife with both hands, and the Lung Metal Qi and Liver Wood Sorrow in the body are poured into the blade at the same time.
Metal Overcomes Wood, but in Fang Mo's body, these two competing powers of Five Elements have achieved a strange symbiosis under Prison Suppressor's Rules. When sadness reaches the extreme, it is the sharpest murderous intention.
"Open!"
Fang Mo took one step forward, shaped like a bow, and slashed out with one strike.
There was no bright Blade Light, only a dark red blood line that flashed in the void.
That bloody line crossed the drawbridge, crossed the moat, and crossed the Wrought Iron gate that was strong enough to withstand the impact of the battering ram.
The world seemed to be quiet for a moment.
Immediately afterwards.
Rumble--!
The ten-foot-high city gate, together with the several-foot-thick Obsidian Wall on both sides, neatly slid down to both sides amid a heartbreaking sound of metal tearing. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and not even a trace of sparks was splashed.
Amidst the smoke and dust, a road leading to the territory of Great Qian was clearly revealed.
"Let's go!"
Fang Mo Sheathed the knife and got into the car.
The eight Dragon Blood Qilin Horse, which had been frightened and restless for a long time, seemed to feel the will of their master at this moment. With a neighing sound, they pulled Golden Chariot into a stream of light and rushed past the forcibly split Ghost Gate Pass.
On top of the city, the cries were still loud.
One-Eyed Deputy General was wiping away the endless tears while looking at the carriage going away. He wanted to give an order to pursue it, but when he opened his mouth, he let out a louder cry and burp.
Where is Demonic Cultivator transit.
This is clearly a Calamity Star returned soul.
The wheels rolled, leaving Yumen Pass far behind.
Fang Mo leaned against the wall of the carriage, feeling the full power in the Liver Palace, and the corner of his mouth raised a cold arc.
This was the first time he discovered that this [Sorrowful Mist Locking the Liver] Divine Ability, in addition to hurting people, can also be used to restore blood. As long as someone cries, he will have a steady stream of power.
"It seems like Prison Suppressor will have to catch a few more crybabies from now on."
Fang Mo closed his eyes, no longer paying attention to the sad sounds in the sky behind him, and let the carriage drive into the vast night, speeding towards the even more treacherous Divine Capital in the east.