Centipede, made up of bones, crawled on Gobi, making a dense clicking sound.
This sound was not abrupt in the empty Wasteland, but instead sounded like the murmurs of some ancient creature before it died. The car was filled with the disgusting smell of blood and herbs, which was the smell of wounds festering and healing alternately.
Qian Dagui huddled in the corner, and he had already picked off most of the tempered dead skin of Golden Body Liquid in his hand, revealing the skin underneath that was as tender as a newborn's.
He stared at the unknown beast's ribs on the roof that swayed with the bumps, his eyes a little straight.
"Boss." Qian Dagui swallowed, his Adam's apple rolling, "Are we... really going back to Divine Capital?"
Fang Mo sat cross-legged opposite him, holding the bunch of dusty Human Bone Prayer Beads in his hand, and slowly rubbing the cracks on the bead body with his fingertips.
His face was still pale, and the grayish gray from excessive blood loss had not faded away, but his eyes were so dark and bright, like two bottomless mouths of Dry Well.
"Go back to Divine Capital?" Fang Mo didn't even raise his eyelids, "Go back now, just in time to deliver results to the group of King Yama waiting at the city gate."
Qian Dagui As soon as he heard this, his face that was still a little bloody instantly fell down.
Although he is a dandy, he is not stupid.
The killings along the way were so loud that a hole was made in the sky.
Over there at Divine Capital, there are probably more people staring at the head on Fang Mo than there are gravel in this Great Desert.
Li Fuguo, Hidden Ghosts inside Demon Suppression Division, and even Great Thunderclap Temple are lurking in the eyes of Great Qian. At this moment, Heavenly Net may have been planted.
"Then... where should we go?" Qian Dagui's voice trembled, "Go south to Black Mountain and become savages? Or go north to the Demon Realm and join Great Demon?"
"Who said we had to escape?"
Fang Mo stopped rubbing Prayer Beads, raised his head, and looked past Bone Carriage Window to the skyline of West that was being swallowed by the night.
There, Ruins of Great Thunderclap Temple is still emitting black smoke, that is Kongji Place of Demise, which is also the scar of the Western Desert Buddhist Kingdom.
"Western Desert These bald donkeys have not paid off their debt to me." Fang Mo's mouth curved into a very cold arc, and his teeth were as white as white.
"Kongji is dead, Great Thunderclap Temple has collapsed, and now the whole Western Desert must be in chaos. They thought I would run eastward like a lost dog, desperately trying to get back into the tortoise shell of Great Qian."
Old Yan was driving the car in front. When he heard these words, the Pipe Bowl in his hand knocked against the white bone Chariot Shaft, making a crisp sound.
"Sir, what do you mean... it's dark under the lamp?"
"Smart." Fang Mo praised,
"Art of War There is a cloud, the most dangerous place is the safest place. Since they are blocking me at East, then I will go west. Along the way, those who usually rely on Great Thunderclap Temple Heretical Sects, the arrogant E, would never have expected that Calamity Star, who killed their Old Ancestor, would come back and kill them again."
"Soul Debris is a good thing." Fang Mo spread his palms, and an extremely weak gray dust appeared in the palm. It was the last bit of high-level Soul Energy left after killing Kongji. "Since I can bring you useless people back from Ghost Gate Pass, I can naturally wake up other things. I am very lacking in this thing."
He glanced at the Kidney Palace position on his waist.
There was deathly silence there. In order to protect his heart, Nian Nu'er exhausted his energy and fell into a deep sleep.
To awaken this Succubus Progenitor, ordinary herbal elixirs are useless. Only enough high-quality Divine Soul fragments are filled into the melting pot of Prison Suppressor to refine the life-saving Lamp Oil.
"Collect some interest." Fang Mo clasped his fingers, and the gray dust in his palms disappeared, "By the way, let's make this Western Desert sky a little darker."
Qian Dagui My scalp feels numb when I hear it.
This is not about collecting interest, this is clearly about ransacking homes and exterminating families.
He looked at Fang Mo's calm face and suddenly felt that the legendary Old Ancestor Kongji died unjustly.
It's not good to offend anyone, but such a lunatic who doesn't play by common sense.
"Old Yan, turn the helm."
The voice of Fang Mo echoed in the car.
"Target, Black Stone Forest, Joyful Sect sub-rudder--Pure Land Temple."
Old Yan grinned, revealing teeth yellowed by tobacco oil.
He pulled the reins made of Horse Tendon, and the Bone Centipede underneath him let out a sharp scream. His huge body drew a huge arc on Wasteland, turned the front of the car, went against the wind, and plunged into the deeper darkness of West.
Black Stone Forest, located eight hundred miles west of Great Thunderclap Temple, is a natural labyrinth composed of countless black volcanic rocks. It is shrouded by Hot Baleful Intent erupted from the ground all year round, and no grass grows. However, due to the unique terrain, it has become a gathering place for the Joyful Sect, White Bone Sect and other Heretical Sects.
Pure Land Temple is hidden deep in this stone forest.
Although it is called a temple, it does not have the slightest hint of purity. The temple door is supported by two huge Copulation Stone Pillars, and a red silk plaque hangs high, and faint sounds and screams of flesh and blood can be faintly heard.
The night was dark, and the Hot Baleful Intent inside Black Stone Forest was billowing like fog.
A White Bone War Chariot slid quietly past a boulder and stopped outside Pure Land Temple's Mountain Gate. The car body was deliberately coated with a layer of black mineral powder to blend in with the surrounding environment.
"What a strong smell."
Jie Se's illusory little head came out of Prayer Beads, shrugged his nose, and said with a look of disgust, "The host of this Pure Land Temple is Meat Futon, the old Lustful Monk, right? The taste is really bad, and the ones used are all inferior Bewitching Incense. If you smell it too much, you will easily become impotent."
"Shut up and work." Fang Mo flicked his finger, sending Jie Se flying away.
"Ouch! Fang Shizhu Be gentle! The poor monk is now delicate and frail..." Jie Se turned somersaults in the air, stabilized his figure, and turned into a wisp of very faint red smoke, drifting in along the gap of Mountain Gate.
Fang Mo didn't move. He sat cross-legged on the roof of the car and turned on [Netherworld Ghost Eye].
The field of vision changes instantly.
The originally dark stone forest turned into a world of gray and white lines in his eyes.
And in the sky above Pure Land Temple, there was a pink miasma that was so rich that it could not be dissolved.
It is the Sins formed by countless women Vengeful Spirit intertwined with lustful and evil thoughts.
Karma Threadss extend out from the temple, some are as thick as a child's arm, and some are as thin as a hairspring.
"Organ Refining Realm has three people, Bone Forging Realm has fifty-two people." Fang Mo glanced at the lines indifferently, "There is also a pig that just stepped into Half-step Meridian Opening."
That's the host of Pure Land Temple, Meat Futon.
This old monk usually relies on Kongji and does business of mending cauldrons and human trafficking.
Great Thunderclap Temple collapsed. Not only did he not go to the rescue, but he took advantage of the chaos and gathered many low-level monks who escaped from Great Thunderclap Temple, and was preparing to become the local emperor in this Black Stone Forest.
"Iron Bull." Fang Mo called softly.
"Roar." Next to the carriage, the man who looked like an iron tower stood up.
In his hand, he was carrying a huge leg bone removed from the car body. It was the hardest part of Dragon Blood Qilin Horse and weighed a thousand kilograms.
"That Half-step Meridian Opening belongs to me." Fang Mo stood up, the broken Black Robe on his body rustling in the hot wind, "Kill all the rest, burn them all, and rob them all."
"Leave no one behind."