The majestic pass is full of roads, and the city wall made of black iron towers into the clouds, cutting the world in half. Outside the wall is the Western Desert wilderness with yellow sand and exposed corpses, while inside the wall is the Great Qian Dynasty with strict laws and prosperity.
Yumen Pass's threshold is the hardest boundary in the world.
The sunset was about to end, and the last afterglow was swallowed up, and the wind on the Wasteland brought a whistle. A behemoth slid out from the shadows of the horizon quietly and stopped a hundred steps away from the city gate. It was a mobile fortress made up of countless Pale White Skeletonss, with dozens of thick Flood Dragon Horse's leg bones are bent and gathered under the belly of the car, supporting the body as huge as a tomb. At the front of the car, two huge Flood Dragon Horse skulls have deep eye sockets. Two Big Red Lanternss are hanging on the spot where the will-o'-wisps should have been burning. They are swaying in the wind, and the red light is sprinkled on the bones, revealing a weird and extremely festive feeling.
The gatekeeper, Captain, is a veteran with a stern face. He is accustomed to the filial piety of the caravan escorts and has a vicious eye.
But this car caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on the palm of his hand holding the gun. Those were not ordinary bones, they were the remains of Fierce Beast that were contaminated with the aura of Flood Dragon. Even though they were completely dead, they still exuded a heart-stopping pressure.
"Stop!"
Captain suppressed the dryness in his throat, pointed his spear, and his voice echoed in the empty pass, "The night ban has been lifted, and cars and horses are not allowed to enter! Wherever the monster comes from, please report its name!"
The soldiers behind him instinctively picked up the Power Crossbow, with the bowstring fully drawn, but the arrows were trembling slightly. No one dared to look directly at the strange skeleton car that exuded a strong smell of blood.
The rib-woven door curtain of the carriage was opened by a slender hand.
Fang Mo walked down slowly.
He had already taken off his blood-soaked Black Robe and put on the Moon White Green Shirt that he dug out from the bottom of the Qian Dagui box. The hem of his clothes fluttered in the wind, and his wide cuffs It seemed a bit ill-fitting, but it made him stand tall and tall. If it weren't for the string of gray and cracked Human Bone Prayer Beads on his wrist that was too eye-catching, he would have looked like a Confucian scholar who had returned from a study tour and was preparing to take the exam in Beijing.
"Punishment Department, White Tiger Hall Hundred Households, Fang Mo."
The voice was calm, without any hint of fireworks. Fang Mo reached into his arms and took out a black waistband, his wrist trembling slightly.
The waist badge pierced the air, causing a shrill howl of wind, and fell steadily into the hands of Captain a hundred steps away.
Xuan Iron's hand was heavy and cold, and the word "punishment" on it was as sharp as a knife, revealing a domineering attitude to suppress all disobedience. Captain lowered his head to examine it, and rubbed his fingertips over the cold metal lines to confirm that it was correct.
The Punishment Department waistband cannot be faked, and the Sha Qi above cannot be faked.
Captain raised his head, a trace of greed and calculation flashed in his somewhat cloudy eyes. So what about the Punishment Department? This is Yumen Pass. The sky is high and the emperor is far away, even The dragon that came from Divine Capital had to be coiled when it arrived in this realm. What's more, the Treasure Light and Medicinal Fragrance coming from the car can be heard from such a distance. It is a wealth that shakes the sky.
"It turns out to be Lord Fang." Captain held the waist plate in his hand and did not return it. Instead, he handed it over with a smile, "This waist plate is real. But sir, this car... I'm afraid there is something wrong with it."
He waved his hand and signaled the soldiers behind him to come forward and surround the carriage, and his tone became tougher. "There has been some unrest in the west recently, and there are often Demonic Cultivator and other Evil Arts transporting prohibited items. As an adult, Imperial Official, it would be inappropriate to drive such an obscene white-bone demon car through customs if it disturbs the people. According to the law, this car must be seized and burned, and the property on the car must be carefully inspected by us and confirmed to be correct before release."
This is an obvious robbery. The seizure of the car is fake, but the inspection of the property is real. In this chaotic border, how many of the seized things can be returned to the original owner depends on the mood of Captain.
There was a sneer in the carriage, and Old Yan knocked on Pipe Bowl, obviously not surprised by this kind of trick.
Fang Mo was not angry. He even took two steps forward until he walked to the huge Flood Dragon Horse skull and reached out to stroke the cold and biting forehead bone.
"Is it offensive?" Fang Mo repeated softly, turning his head to look at Captain, his eyes as clear as if he was asking for advice, "In Captain's opinion, do these monsters really deserve to be burned?"
Captain was overjoyed by Fang Mo's meek attitude. He became more courageous and puffed out his chest and said, "Of course! This is the rule! If you don't cooperate, my humble position can only act in accordance with the law and I will be detained by force."
"Burn it..." Fang Mo sighed, tapping his fingertips lightly on Flood Dragon Horse's skull, "If you have the ability to burn it, then burn it. It's just that this car has a bad temper, and it died a little unfairly. If you get angry, you have to ask it if it agrees."
The moment the words fell to the ground.
Fang Mo That little tap on the fingertips seemed to have unlocked some ancient seal.
Woo--!
It was not the sound of wind, but a deep roar coming from the depths of hell.
The originally dead White Bone War Chariot trembled loudly, and every bone was making a tooth-breaking friction sound. The two festive Big Red Lanterns lights on the front of the car exploded without warning, red paper flew, and two green and cold ghost fires suddenly ignited in the empty eye sockets.
That's when High-grade Soul Debris injected into it by Fang Mo was completely activated.
If Sha Qi has substance, it turns into a Black Ash colored air wave visible to the naked eye, with White Bone War Chariot as the center, sweeping crazily in all directions.
The dozens of Flood Dragon Horse leg bones gathered under the belly of the car pierced the hard frozen soil, supporting the huge car body and pounced forward. The posture was not like a car, but like a pieced together Ancient Fierce Beast. It opened its fleshless jaws and let out a silent roar at the city gate.
The dark wind passes by, and ghosts cry and wolves howl.
That is the residual resentment of the eighteen Evil Sect monks who died in Western Desert. It is controlled by Fang Mo, the Prison Suppressor Fierce Beast, and can be vented at this moment.
"Ah!"
Captain, who was the first to bear the brunt, felt a bone-chilling chill rushing straight to Tianling Gai, and the scene in front of him was instantly distorted. What he saw was no longer a car, but a mountain of corpses Blood Sea. Countless evil spirits with missing arms and legs were lying on the pile of bones, smiling greedily at him, trying to drag him into the endless hell.
His legs weakened, and he fell backwards, falling heavily on the cold Bluestone Slab.
The soldiers who surrounded were knocked off their feet by the terrifying Sha Qi, and the Power Crossbow in their hands fell to the ground. Some were so frightened that they became incontinent, and a foul smell filled the air.
"Ghost... there is a ghost!"
A few timid ones had already dropped their weapons and crawled on the ground to get into the city gate hole.
"Are you scared?"
The gentle smile on Fang Mo's face disappeared, and the indifference and domineering deep in his bones finally emerged. He walked step by step towards Captain who was lying limp on the ground, and the black boot soles stepped on the gravel, making a crisp clicking sound.
With every step he took, the momentum on his body became stronger. It was a sense of oppression that could only be felt by Asura who had just climbed out of the pile of dead people.
"What's in this car is Life Money given to me by the Evil Sect, a shameless family from Western Desert. Do you want to check?"
Fang Mo walked up to Captain, bent down, and stared at Captain's dilated pupils with Clear Distinction's eyes. Kong. He stretched out his hand, gently picked out the piece of Mysterious Iron Waist Token from the opponent's stiff fingers, and patted Captain's pale face twice gently.
Snap, snap.
The crisp sound was particularly harsh at the juncture of deathly silence.
"I will open the car door now for you to check. But the ugly thing is ahead. There are a lot of creditors here, and Grievance Qi is also a bit heavy. If any one of them escapes, I will crawl to your bedside tonight to collect debts and turn your whole family into lanterns. Don't blame me for not reminding you."
Captain's whole body was shaking like chaff, his upper and lower teeth were chattering, and he couldn't even utter half a word. He shook his head desperately and moved back on his hands and feet, just wanting to stay away from this evil ghost wearing Human Skin.
"Open the door! Hurry... open the door!" Captain roared, his voice changing the tone.
Rumble.
The heavy gate was pulled up by the winch, making a dull roar. The two heavy Iron Birch Wood doors slowly slid open to both sides under the urging of fear, revealing the passage leading to the Great Qian hinterland.
Fang Mo straightened up, put his waist badge back into his arms, dusted off the non-existent dust on his sleeves, turned around and boarded the White Bone War Chariot.
"Let's go."
Following the command, the dozens of leg bones of the white bones Flood Dragon Horse exerted their force again, kicked up the dust in the sky, and with that load of frightening loot, they swaggered over the sacred and inviolable threshold of Yumen Pass.
The wheels rolled and soon disappeared into the official road under the night sky.
On the city wall, hundreds of defenders looked at the Green Ghost Fire that was gradually disappearing. For a long time, no one dared to say a word. The cold wind blew by, and everyone unconsciously wrapped their clothes tightly, feeling the chill in their hearts that they couldn't get rid of.
This is Hundred Households who is returning to Beijing from a business trip. He is clearly a wild dragon crossing the river and is going to disturb the stagnant water of Divine Capital.