The wind picked up again.
But this time, the wind lacked the suffocating pressure and had more of the bleakness and coldness unique to late autumn Gobi.
He moved slowly on the gravel road.
Military Boots The sound of stepping on the ground seemed particularly heavy in the silence.
With each step, the blood squeezed out from the gaps in the soles would leave a circular mark on the dull stone.
The mark dried quickly and changed color from bright red to purple-black.
Compared with the burden of his body on the verge of disintegration, the excessively quiet atmosphere around him made him feel more uncomfortable. The noise that lingered in his ears in the past - Qian Dagui showing off gold and silver, Iron Bull's dull breathing, and Old Yan's calculating cough from time to time, all disappeared at this moment.
It seemed like he was the only living thing left in this world.
Fang Mo stopped in front of Li Mingyue.
The once aloof and proud Demon Suppression Division Battalion Commander was half-kneeling on the ground.
Her hands were still tightly holding the incomplete Spring Embroidered Saber, and the tip of the knife was inserted diagonally into the rock crevice to prop up the crumbling body.
Her hair was scattered by the wind, covering her entire face. The penetrating wound on her chest no longer bleeds, and there are some black scorch marks burned by Karma Fire on the edges.
Fang Mo raised his stiff arms and pushed away the hair sticking to her face with his fingertips.
Li Mingyue's face was extremely cold, and there was even a faint cyan coldness under his skin. His breathing had stopped. There was no sign of any airflow in or out.
Fang Mo's palm presses against the side of Li Mingyue's neck.
The touch from his fingertips was extremely cold.
Time slowed down at this moment, ten heartbeats passed, and my fingertips finally caught an extremely weak, almost illusory tremor.
The vibration was hidden deep in the blood vessels, like a remnant spark that was about to be extinguished, relying on an indescribable obsession to defend the final pass.
Life Flame has not been extinguished, but its heart veins have been shattered, and Divine Soul has begun to escape from the halogen gate. According to ordinary martial arts medicine, this body can be declared dead.
"Not quite dead yet."
Fang Mo's tense face did not show any joy, but his brows furrowed even more tightly.
This tone of voice is hanging, but it is just hanging. Her heart pulse has been cut off, and Divine Soul is collapsing. If she doesn't do something, at most it will take another stick of incense to save her, even if Great Luo Golden Immortal comes, she won't be able to save her.
"Wait."
Fang Mo whispered, not caring whether she could hear it or not.
He opened his palm, and a Sarira that was round and exuding evil Buddha Light appeared.
This is Origin Essence that was captured after killing Kongji.
There are countless tiny golden veins running inside the relic, each of which carries the power of a strong Dharma Aspect Realm who has practiced hard for thousands of years, and also hides the greed and Sins that Kongji has accumulated for a hundred years.
He pinched Li Mingyue's lower jaw and stuffed this treasure into her mouth, which would have caused an ordinary Martial Artist to explode instantly.
After the relic entered her belly, a rich golden-red light bloomed through Li Mingyue's nearly transparent skin. The chaotic energy began to arbitrarily reshape her broken ribs and organs.
Although those evil powers of Buddha nature are poisonous, they are the most powerful support for life in desperate situations.
After doing all this, he didn't stop.
He turned around, dragged his right leg that seemed to have no feeling, and walked towards the way he came.
Three hundred miles.
For him in his heyday, it was just a cup of tea.
But now, this is a heavenly road.
Fortunately, after Containment Kongji got some Soul Debris, Record of Punishing Crimes flipped and stopped at the beginning of the night. With the injection of Soul Debris, this page was lit up.
"Wang Ergou."
Fang Mo called out in Sea of Consciousness.
"Hey! Sir, the little one is here!" Wang Ergou's flattering voice immediately sounded. Although he had just experienced a big battle, he seemed to be in good spirits.
"Go and bring them back."
"Okay!"
A ball of Black Mist surged out of Fang Mo's body, quickly split into three strands, and rushed towards West.
Fang Mo didn't stop, he was still walking. He needed to see it for himself. Look at the wall built with Shitou, and look at the hole made with money.
Half an hour later.
Wang Ergou is back.
Black Mist wrapped the three broken bodies and gently placed them in front of Fang Mo.
Qian Dagui lies on the far left.
This Jiangnan Young Master, who was usually well-dressed and well-fed, now no longer has any trace of wealth.
The piece of Sable Fur known as Water and Fire Immunity turned into a few strands of burnt black rags, stained on the pile of broken fat.
All the bones in his body were shattered when faced with Dharma Aspect's blow, and the harsh sound of bone friction could even be heard while breathing.
However, even in this state of deep coma, his fingers were still clasping the Golden Abacus convulsively. The originally brilliant golden beads had all disappeared, leaving only an empty frame, which represented that Jiangnan Qian Clan's hundred years of luck had been completely squandered for those three breaths of time.
Old Yan lies in the middle.
His originally lame leg now showed a twisted arc, and the white bone stubble was exposed through the flesh.
His chest had a large dent, and the trauma to his lungs caused blood and phlegm to come out every time he took a breath. The Boning Knife, which he regarded as a treasure, had broken off, leaving only half of the rusty handle still clutched in his palm. He opened his eyes, but his pupils were scattered, and there was only a void of gray in his eyes.
Iron Bull was in the most tragic state. Half of this taciturn strong man's shoulder had disappeared, and purple-black muscle fibers could be seen twitching slightly at the fracture. His iron tower-like spine was bent, and most of the ribs on his chest were pierced into his organs. Blood Qi, which was originally as full as thunder, was now as dry as old tree bark.
Only the Lecherous Monk is missing.
"Where's that bald donkey?" Fang Mo's voice was a little hoarse.
"Sir... I didn't find it." Wang Ergou The ball of Black Mist was floating in the air, and his tone was a little hesitant. "The younger one searched all over the area, but couldn't find even a single bone. I only picked up this one."
Black Mist surged and spit out a string of beads.
That's Human Bone Prayer Beads from Jie Se.
Bone Beads, which was originally as white as jade, has now turned into a gray color, covered with fine cracks, as if the spirituality inside has been completely drained.
Fang Mo took the string of Prayer Beads, and it was freezing cold.
He rubbed the cracks, as if he could feel the determination of that crazy Monk when he exploded Dharma Aspect at the last moment.
"Not dead."
Fang Mo wrapped Prayer Beads around his wrist and spoke firmly.
Although that Monk looks crazy, he is more sophisticated than anyone else. Joyful Zen cultivates bliss, not death. It is not easy to die from such a scourge.
He raised his head and looked at the "dead people" on the ground who were only breathing out but not taking in air.
"You all want to die, right?"
Fang Mo sneered and took out the three golden drops [Golden Body Liquid] from his arms.
"Who allowed you to die before your debt to me has been repaid?"