Great Qian Western Region, Late Autumn Surge.
The Red Maple Forest that stretched for hundreds of miles on both sides of the official road were torn apart by the west wind, and all the leaves fell off, leaving only the knotted and dry branches piercing the sky.
The setting sun spread over these branches, dyeing the entire official road a dazzling scarlet color. The wind carried dry sand and dust, which hit the carriage walls, making a tooth-breaking sound.
The once magnificent eight-horse car no longer looked like its original luxury.
The broken parts of Chariot Shaft were hastily tied up with thick hemp ropes. The axle made by Pure Gold had already been deformed due to continuous high-speed operation, and every rotation was accompanied by the groan of disintegration.
The eight horses Qilin Horse owned by Flood Dragon Bloodline had bleeding from their mouths and noses. The iron paws under the horses' hooves were worn down to a thin layer. Every step they took on the gravel road would leave bloody hoofprints.
This is an escape to death.
The light in the carriage was dim, with only a few rays of dark red sunset occasionally leaking through the cracks in the windows.
Fang Mo sat cross-legged in the middle, breathing so weakly that it almost stopped.
He didn't use his luck, but put all his mind into his body.
The physical body of Mortal Coil is now a crumbling cage, and the price of forcibly containing God King Power is emerging.
The meridians are as dry as a river bed in the dry season, and Five Viscera Six Bowels are all moaning overwhelmed.
What frightened him the most was not the physical injuries, but the strange movements coming from the depths of the Liver Palace.
Looking inside, the Liver Viscera Temple built by Azure-Gray Sorrow Mist is not restless.
An extremely thin Golden Thread penetrated the layers of Sin Dragon Grudge Qi blockades and was nailed to the core of Viscera Temple.
This thread has no entity, but is stronger than any chain in the world. It is trembling.
The frequency is extremely high, driving Fang Mo and Divine Soul to resonate together.
There was no sound, only the suffocating sense of oppression, approaching at a terrifying speed as the thread tightened.
Fang Mo Open your eyes.
The depths of his dim yellow pupils reflected the darkness in the carriage, but it seemed that through the wooden board, he could see the Dharma Aspect that was devouring the heaven and earth thousands of miles away.
"Coming."
Fang Mo opened his eyes suddenly, and a deathly silence was reflected in the yellow pupils.
"What's coming?" Qian Dagui was holding the withered money bag and worrying. When he heard this, his hands shook in fright, and several copper plates fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"That Old Bald Donkey."
Fang Mo's voice was very calm, as calm as saying that the weather is good today, "He recovered, and... became stronger."
"Impossible!" Li Mingyue suddenly stood up, and the Spring Embroidered Saber in his hand hit the roof of the car, "That one Divine Ability was enough to ruin half of his life. It has only been three days, and even Immortal cannot recover so quickly!"
"For demons, nothing is impossible." Jie Se Monk lowered his eyebrows, twirling the string of Human Bone Prayer Beads in his hand, "As long as you are ruthless enough and kill tens of thousands of people to fill the hole, the dead wood can also be reborn. Amitabha, it seems Western Desert is facing another catastrophe."
Fang Mo did not answer the call.
He could clearly feel that the approaching aura was younger, more violent, and more greedy than three days ago. It was not a dying old man, but a strong tiger that had just tasted blood.
Peak Dharma Aspect Realm.
Once an existence of this level locks on a target, unless it escapes into the shelter of the Divine Capital formation, it will be a certain death in this wilderness.
"Stop."
Fang Mo suddenly spoke.
Old Yan tightened the reins, and the carriage stopped in the middle of the official road with a harsh friction sound.
This is a three-way intersection. Going east leads directly to Divine Capital, and to the south is an endless stretch of primitive mountain forest, which is Great Qian's famous forbidden land - Black Mountain.
"What's wrong, boss? Do you need to pee?" Qian Dagui stuck his head out with a confused look on his face.
Fang Mo ignored his joke and jumped off the carriage directly, pointing to the fork in the road leading to the south.
"You go south and enter Black Mountain."
"What about you?" Li Mingyue stared into Fang Mo's eyes, seeming to realize something.
"I'll go east and lure him away." Fang Mo straightened his messy clothes and said calmly, "His target is me. As long as I'm not in the car, he won't waste time chasing you."
"Fart!"
Qian Dagui jumped out of the car with a strange cry, his body trembling with fat, "Boss, who do you think we are? People who are greedy for life and afraid of death? I won't leave! If we die together, the worst Fatty I will give my life to him too!"
"That's right." Old Yan knelt Pipe Bowl on Chariot Shaft, with a sad smile on his wrinkled old face, "Old man, I have lived my whole life and I have already earned enough. If you run away now, I will have no face to see your father when I get down there."
In the carriage, although Iron Bull was still unconscious, he seemed to sense something and let out two low roars.
Jie Se Monk did not speak, but walked out of the car silently, standing behind Fang Mo, with Prayer Beads glowing with blood and red light in his hand.
Looking at these "crooked melons and cracked dates", Fang Mo's heart, which was originally like Dry Well, suddenly felt a ripple.
Is this a bond?
It's really... troublesome.
"A bunch of idiots."
Fang Mo sighed and shook his head.
He turned around, facing away from everyone, and his voice suddenly became cold and biting, "I let you go because you are too weak. Taking you with me will only hold me back. Do you understand?"
"You..." Li Mingyue turned pale and wanted to refute, but found that he was speechless.
Facing the strong men of the Dharma Aspect Realm, they are indeed not even cannon fodder.
"Get lost."
Fang Mo No more words.
He stamped his foot violently.
Four Divine Treasuries was roaring in his body, especially in the Liver Palace. All the sad emotions that had just been collected from Border Garrison Soldiers were ignited by him without hesitation at this moment.
Sadness is fuel and motivation.
[Ember Emotion Soaring Step]!
This time, it is no longer Karma Fire, but a strong cyan wind.
Fang Mo's figure blurred in an instant and turned into a stream of cyan light, not heading south or east, but directly rushing towards the endless sky.
"If you want to die, just follow me!"
The sound still echoes in the air, but the person has disappeared into the clouds.
Only the people who were looking at each other in confusion were left, and the lonely carriage parked at the intersection.
"This bastard..." Li Mingyue bit his lip, a trace of blood seeping out, "He did it on purpose."
"Chase!" Qian Dagui was about to run east with red eyes.
"Don't move." Old Yan pressed Qian Dagui's shoulder, and the hand that was like a withered eagle's claw was as steady as a mountain, "Listen to him. Let's go to Black Mountain. If we follow him, we will really kill him."
Old Yan raised his head and looked at the direction where Fang Mo disappeared, with a complicated light flashing in his eyes.