Night falls.
The temperature on Gobi Desert dropped sharply, and the cold wind was as cold as a knife, which hurt people's faces.
In a depression leeward, a bonfire was raised. The light of the fire danced, illuminating several bloodless faces.
Fang Mo is sitting on a flat blue rock.
His skin showed an abnormal transparency. The fine wounds that had cracked in the previous Borrowing Strength battle were slowly closing under the drive of Self-healing Power. The overflowing Blood Plasma formed a layer of dark purple scabs on the surface of the skin.
With every breath, his lungs made a whinnying sound like a bellows pumping air.
Ten Thousand Ghosts Ebb Tide The feeling of emptiness behind him was spreading inch by inch from the deepest part of his meridians. This feeling was even more awakening for him than being struck by a knife or ax.
The body lying at his feet no longer looked like a wealthy man at this moment.
Qian Dagui was lying on his back in the gravel, and the priceless Sable Fur on his body was completely reduced to burnt black cloth, stained on the originally white fat.
In order to gain three breaths of time, this fat man used up all the fortune that Qian Family had accumulated for a hundred years. This causal overdraft directly caused his Spine to be broken into thirty-six sections Bone Dregs under the pressure of Dharma Aspect, and his bone marrow was almost exhausted.
Fang Mo casually pulled a piece of Red Copper Strip from the wreckage of the carriage and inserted it diagonally into the bonfire that had not yet been extinguished. Blue-white flames climbed along the copper bars. This fire lit by Karma Fire Remnant Power revealed a coldness that would burn the soul.
"Be patient, fat man."
Fang Mo held a cigarette from Old Yan in his mouth. He did not light it, just to suppress the smell of blood in his mouth.
The copper bar in his hand suddenly stabbed down.
Tsk--!
A burning smell permeated the air.
The copper bar accurately penetrated Qian Dagui's thick layer of fat and hit directly on his broken Spine. It was not to set the bone, but to open a path.
"Well..."
Qian Dagui, who was in a coma, let out a painful groan, his body twitched instinctively, and then became silent again.
Fang Mo had no expression on his face and flicked his fingers with the other hand.
A drop of [Golden Body Liquid] is suspended in mid-air.
This drop of golden liquid exudes an intoxicating aroma, as if just one sip can make you immortal.
This is the concentration of Old Ancestor Kongji and Cultivation Essence. Every drop is enough to make a mortal become a saint on the spot, or... explode to death.
"It's easy for you, you damn fat guy."
Fang Mo flicked with a finger.
The drop of Golden Body Liquid turned into a golden thread, followed the wound opened by the copper strip, and penetrated directly into Qian Dagui's spine.
Zila Zila!
It was like boiling oil poured into cold water.
Qian Dagui's body arched suddenly, and the fat all over his body trembled violently. Under the originally pale skin, a strange golden light emerged. The golden light spread rapidly along his spine, forcibly pulling the broken bones together, fusing them, and reshaping them.
This treatment method is crude, barbaric, and can even be said to be execution.
Fang Mo doesn't know any medical skills at all.
His treatment logic is very simple: if something is broken, replenish it; if the energy is insufficient, force it on. As for whether it will hurt or whether there will be any sequelae, that is not within his scope of consideration. As long as you can't die, it is a good medical skill.
"Next."
Fang Mo didn't even look at Qian Dagui and moved directly to Old Yan.
Old Yan It's my heart that was hurt, and the old bones can no longer withstand the torture.
Fang Mo thought for a while, stretched out his palm and pressed it on Old Yan's chest.
[Lung Divine Treasury·Fear Skeleton Dispersing Form].
Platinum Airflow with a metallic texture followed Fang Mo's fingers and penetrated into Old Yan's wound.
This airflow is no longer the murderous Geng Gold Killing Aura, but is condensed by Fang Mo into supports that are difficult to discern with the naked eye.
These stents entered Old Yan's body, precisely avoiding major blood vessels, opening up the broken lung lobes, and then pushing back the broken bones that were pressing on the heart to their original positions.
Immediately afterwards, Fang Mo bit his fingertip. A drop of dark red Essence Blood dropped on the remaining second drop of Golden Body Liquid. This drop was Fang Mo blessed the blood of his own Overlord breath, suppressed the resentment belonging to Kongji in Golden Body Liquid, and became warm and full of vitality.
Golden Fluid was photographed into the heart of Old Yan.
The originally weak heartbeat roared like a war drum after receiving this forceful injection. In Old Yan's cloudy pupils, those gray Death Qi began to fade away, replaced by a forcibly stimulated vitality.
"Ahem!"
Old Yan coughed violently and spit out a large mouthful of black and red blood clots. Although his breathing was still heavy, the breath he had lost was finally restored.
As for Iron Bull.
This silly big guy is Body Cultivator, with rough skin and thick flesh.
Fang Mo directly stuffed the last drop of [Golden Body Liquid] and the remains of the chewed [Demon Buddha Sarira] into his mouth. Then, regardless of whether he could digest it, he punched his stomach to help him disperse the potion.
After doing all this, Fang Mo felt that the little strength he had finally recovered had been drained away again.
He leaned against the rock, breathing heavily.
Soul Depth, there was dead silence.
The woman who usually called him husband in a charming voice was completely silent now.
Among the Kidney Palace, the door of the originally fragrant and luxurious Viscera Temple was now tightly closed, with thick black chains wrapped around it. It was a self-seal after overdrawing its origin.
"Go to sleep."
Fang Mo stretched out his hand and touched his left waist and abdomen, a rare softness flashed in his eyes.
"When I demolish that ruined temple, I can use the Golden Body of those bald donkeys to build a real body for you."
This is not a promise.
This is debt.
Fang Mo never owes debts, let alone defaults on them.
He raised his head and looked towards the eastern sky.
That's the direction of Divine Capital.
It is also the direction of Great Thunderclap Temple.
"My lord..."
A weak voice came from beside my feet.
Old Yan finally let out a long sigh. He reluctantly opened his wrinkled eyelids and looked at the young man in front of him who was covered in blood but still looked calm and formidable. He wanted to sit up with his broken arm, but gave up the effort due to the severe pain.
"Where are we...?"
"Still at Gobi." Fang Mo threw the unlit cigarette to Old Yan, "It didn't go far."
"Didn't run far?" Old Yan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to touch the knife at his waist, "Where is that Old Bald Donkey?"
"Eat."
Fang Mo answered very briefly. He looked at the place where West. Kongji fell. Now there is only a deep pit with a radius of thousands of feet. False Buddha, who had dominated Western Desert for thousands of years and regarded the people as pigs and dogs, now even the residue has become the nutrients in Fang Mo's body to repair his injuries.
Old Yan's hand froze. He looked at Fang Mo for a long time, then silently put the cigarette into his mouth, lit it tremblingly, and took a deep breath.
"Have a good meal."
Old Yan blew out a smoke ring and his eyes became a little straight.
"That thing... does look quite fat."