On top of Nine Heavens, Gang Wind has already turned into the actual Steel Saber.
There are no clouds here, only the turbulent flow of vitality that is torn into flocs by extreme cold and extreme speed. Fang Mo hovers in this dead Azure Nether, and the Black Robe on his body is split into Countless strips of cloth revealed the pale jade-like skin underneath. As soon as the wound opened in Gang Wind, it was forcibly closed by the inhuman Self-healing Power, repeated over and over again, like an endless torture.
But he didn't move.
His Divine Sense penetrated the void like tentacles, tightly wrapped around the few Karma Threads extending from the earth.
The field of vision was dark, except for those few lines that beat wildly and then died.
Qian Dagui's line has only a faint residual warmth left, like a copper plate with smoothed patterns, buried under the deep soil.
Jie Se's thread was broken, and scarlet blood was still dripping from the break, revealing a sense of insanity that would make life impossible without being crazy.
The threads of Old Yan and Iron Bull were entangled into a mess, no longer trembling, but as heavy as two mountains, nailing that inch of land.
The last one.
The thread belonging to Li Mingyue burst out with enough light to burn Divine Soul at that moment. It was a swan song that burned my heart and blood and resonated with Demon Suppressing Stele.
Immediately, the light suddenly died out.
Fang Mo sensed the rapidly dissipating breath, and his heart did not twitch due to sadness. Instead, under the suppression of Absolute Rationality, it beat slower and heavier, and every beat was like the beating of a war drum.
"Have they all fallen..."
Fang Mo Open your eyes.
The pair of ghostly yellow eyes have been swallowed up by the bottomless ink at this moment, with no whites and no pupils, leaving only two mouthfuls of Abyss that can swallow up the light.
He was not in a hurry to dive down and fight for his life.
When he goes down now, he is just giving an extra appetizer to the old Monster who is Dharma Aspect Realm.
He needs strength.
Even if the power is poisonous and deadly, as long as it can kill people, it is a good knife.
"Lang Jun, it seems that we have reached a dead end."
A charming yet cold sigh sounded from the depths of Fang Mo's Divine Soul without any warning.
Kidney Palace trembles, Black Water surges.
A pink shadow floated out of Fang Mo's body. It was Nian Nu'er. She did not manifest an entity, but wrapped around Fang Mo in an extremely mysterious Divine Soul state. The usual teasing in her peach blossom eyes was gone, leaving only solemnity.
"You know, Mr. Lang, that all the creatures in this Prison Suppressor can be your fuel."
Fang Mo Gu Jing Wubo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the shadow. His voice was hoarse as if he had swallowed gravel. "What do you mean, please explain clearly."
"Prison Suppressor is the husband's property. The prisoners in prison, Life and Death Authority, are all in his thoughts."
Nian Nu'er stretched out an illusory finger, gently tapped Fang Mo's eyebrows, and spoke very quickly, "Now Langjun Five Viscera Divine Treasures is open, and his body is barely a container. I have a secret method that can temporarily break open the Prison Suppressor barrier, forcibly extract the origins and laws of all prisoners, and bless Langjun's body."
"Price." Fang Mo only spit out two words.
"After the first battle, all living creatures in Prison Suppressor, including the slave family, will be Divine Soul exhausted and fall into eternal sleep." Nian Nu'er looked at Fang Mo with complicated eyes, "Unless Lang Jun can find enough Soul Fragments or Heaven and Earth Treasures in the future, otherwise, we will never wake up."
Even, it was reduced to ashes.
Fang Mo's fists were clenched tightly, his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, and blood overflowed from his fingers, which was blown away by Gang Wind.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
If we had known this method earlier, why would we need Da Gui to scatter all our wealth? Why would we need Jie Se Body Feeding Demon? Why would we need Old Yan and Iron Bull to fill in that Fate Tribulation?
"Tell me earlier? Can Lang Jun's body bear it at that time?"
Nian Nu'er smiled sadly, with a trace of desolation that could see through the ages, "Half an hour ago, Lang Jun's physical body could not bear the blessing of a residual soul, and it would disintegrate into flesh in an instant. It was them... who forced Lang Jun to this point with their lives, and it was also Lang Jun's Liver and Intestines Shattered grief that forcibly stretched the limits of this physical body."
Fang Mo was silent.
Gang Wind roared, but it couldn't dissipate the heart-stopping madness in his eyes.
"This world, Lang Jun, was like this back then, and it's still like this... today."
Nian Nu'er sighed quietly, and his figure began to become transparent, "I have forcibly taken back the clone of Divine Capital Underground, now Divine Soul Perfection. For a while, I will use all my energy to protect Lang Jun's heart pulse. Lang Jun must remember that this power is too complex and violent, and you only have one stick of incense."
"If a stick of incense cannot kill him..."
"Then let's all die together." Fang Mo interrupted her with a terrifyingly calm tone, "Open the door."
Nian Nu'er said no more, and took a deep look at Fang Mo, then turned into a pink stream of light and crashed into Fang Mo's heart without hesitation.
Boom!
Fang Mo heard a loud noise that was like the beginning of the world.
The cold and stern Black Prison that had always been hidden in nothingness was revealed in full for the first time in his Sea of Consciousness.
It was a sky-reaching tower High Tower constructed of countless black chains and Blood-Colored Runes. The tower was filled with swords, and every brick and stone was soaked with Gods and Devils's blood and tears.
"Prison Suppressor, open."
"Hahaha! I have finally waited for this day!"
A high-pitched laughter sounded.
The wretched and ferocious remnant soul of Wang Ergou was the first to rush out. This ancient demon cultivator who started the road of Fang Mo Immortal Cultivation did not have the slightest fear of facing death on his face at this moment. Instead, he had a kind of excitement that he was about to witness destruction.
"My lord! Little Wang Ergou is willing to serve as your pawn! I've been hungry for Old Bald Donkey's energy and blood for a long time!"
Wang Ergou transformed into a black-red Blood Light, which crashed into Fang Mo's meridians without reservation.
Immediately afterwards.
The sound of clattering chains was heard.
Iron Bone Liu, who had been tortured to death by Fang Mo in Heavenly Prison, now had a solemn look on his face and bowed deeply to Fang Mo.
"I am born as a ghost in prison, and I die as a soul in prison. My lord, please lend me some of my bones!"
The gray-white bones rise to the sky and merge into the bones of Fang Mo.
"Amitabha."
Three bloody figures emerged.
Yuantong, Yuanjue, Yuanji, these three Blood Monk who were also the murderers of Western Desert, put their hands together at this moment, with strange compassion on their faces.
"The Buddha saves those who are destined, and the devil kills the heartless man. Today, I will follow Mr. Warden to meet that fake Buddha."
Luo Changfeng, Gu Yichuan...
The souls that had been beheaded, Containment and tortured by Fang Mo were now rushing out of the cell as if Death Warrior had heard the call to charge.
They didn't die for Fang Mo.
They were reveling for the upcoming ultimate killing feast.
"Come! Come all!"
Fang Mo spread his arms, looked up to the sky and roared.
Thousands of black, red, and gray streams of light were like rivers returning to the sea, forcefully pouring into his body that was already riddled with holes.
The meridians were burst and then repaired.
Flesh and flesh were torn apart and reorganized.
A chaotic force that was huge enough to burst Divine Treasure Realm, the strong man, rushed left and right in his body crazily.
If it were an ordinary person, he would have exploded and died at this moment.
But Fang Mo does not.
Because there is a fire in his heart.
"Qian Dagui's unwillingness to be used as fuel."
"Jie Se's madness serves as a fuse."
"Sha Qi from Old Yan makes bellows."
"Ming Yue's determination serves as the source of fire."
In the middle of Fang Mo's chest, the [Ember Vein Burning Emotion]Divine Treasury corresponding to the heart is like a mouthful of red-hot Great Cauldron, swallowing up all the power, all the emotions, and all the souls.
Zila--!
The original Crimson color Heart Fire suddenly went out.
Instead, there was a transparent flame without any color, but the surrounding space began to twist and collapse.
Colorless Karma Fire.
Fang Mo slowly opened his eyes.
Those pure black eyes reflected the whole world.
"Kongji."
He whispered the name.
The next moment.
The sea of clouds collapsed.
A figure without any brilliance, like a meteorite from hell, with the roar of evil spirits, smashed hard towards the ground.