Dry Well is not a narrow tunnel, but a suddenly open Underground Cave. Just the scene in this cave is enough to make anyone with weak mind go crazy on the spot.
Gravity loses its meaning here.
Huge stalactites do not hang from the top of the head, but grow like a forest from the feet. The underground river flows overhead, and the water rumbles, but not a drop of water falls. The air is as thick as glue, and every step requires a huge amount of physical strength, and the air breathed into the lungs is so light that it makes people feel ethereal. This extreme sensory dislocation makes people almost want to vomit.
"Ugh..."
As soon as the few Demon Suppression Guards who followed behind them fell to the ground, they fell to their knees with pale faces and vomited profusely. What they vomited was not filth, but blood with fragments of internal organs - the flow of qi and blood in the body was forcibly distorted by the "Chaos Law" law in this environment.
Although Qing Xuzi and four other Daoist could barely support themselves with their profound cultivation, they all had solemn expressions and held up a light cyan mask around their bodies, carefully resisting the all-pervasive laws Eroding.
Only Fang Mo is taking a leisurely stroll.
He walked in the jungle of overhanging stalactites, just like walking in his own backyard. The Five Viscera Divine Treasures in his body not only was not affected by Chaos Law, but instead adjusted its own rhythm.
[Fear Skeleton Dispersing Form]God King in the Lung Palace is the most active. He opens every pore, greedily devouring the violent energy in the air that is enough to cut off the meridians of ordinary people.
This is the home court of chaos, and he is the chaotic Monarch.
"Ho--!"
An inhuman roar came from the darkness ahead.
More than a dozen figures jumped out from the shadows. They wore Demon Suppression Division standard armor, but their bodies were completely deformed. Some had their hands and feet swapped, running with their palms on the ground, but their feet were on their shoulders to wield weapons; some Five Senses were misaligned, with their eyes in their mouths and their ears on top of their heads.
These are the missing Demon Suppression Guard, who have now become "Chaos Corpse" who have been completely assimilated by Demonic Energy.
"Evil!" Qing Xuzi shouted sharply, swung his hand Fly Whisk, and thousands of silver threads turned into sharp arrows and shot out.
However, those Fly Whisk threads, which were strong enough to penetrate gold and stone, became as soft as water the moment they touched Chaos Corpse, flowing slippery across the surface of the corpse, unable to cause any harm at all.
"Hard-Soft Reversal?" Qing Xuzi was shocked, "The concentration of Demonic Energy is deeper than yesterday!"
The Chaos Corpse group instantly broke through Daoist's defense line. One Daoist was caught off guard and was grabbed by the shoulder by a Chaos Corpse with anti-joint claws.
Click.
The Body Protection Qi on Daoist's body shattered like eggshells, and the shoulder blades were crushed to pieces.
"Everyone, step aside."
Fang Mo's voice sounded calmly. He did not draw his sword, but stretched out his right hand and grabbed Chaos Corpse in the front.
[Prison Suppressor·Heavy Shackles]
Buzz!
In the already chaotic Gravity Field, an absolutely heavy will suddenly descended. That is the Torture Instrument law from Primordial Prison, which does not talk about reason, but only about suppression.
Bang bang bang!
More than a dozen Chaos Corpses suddenly fell to the ground while running, their bodies embedded deeply into the rocks. Their bones made a heart-breaking crackling sound, as if there was a Mount Tai pressing on their backs.
"The so-called Chaos Law is just that there are no rules." Fang Mo walked up to the still struggling Chaos Corpse, stepped on the soles of its feet on its shoulders, and crushed it hard. "In my territory, I have the final say in the rules. If I say hard, it must be hard."
Pfft.
Chaos Corpse's unusually tough body became fragile under Fang Mo's feet, and was instantly trampled into a puddle of flesh.
The black Soul Power floated up and penetrated into the center of Fang Mo's eyebrows.
[Containment Low-level Chaos Corpse, get a wisp of Sha Qi.]
"Mosquito legs are also meat." Fang Mo curled his lips in disgust and looked up into the depths, "The main dish is inside."
Duan Tianya looked at this scene, and the fingers holding the handle of the knife turned slightly white. The Demon Suppression Guard he was so proud of was like a useless person in this environment, but this young Prison Overseer suppressed these Monster with just his momentum.
This is not just a difference in cultivation, this is a crushing of life levels.
"Let's go." Fang Mo didn't look back, "Unless you want to stay here and serve as food for them."
Everyone continued to go deeper. As they went inside, the surrounding scenery became more and more bizarre.
Huge blood vessels began to appear on the rock wall, and every pulse carried a thunderous sound. The air was filled with a restless atmosphere of fanaticism, and the urge to tear everything apart and overthrow everything grew in everyone's heart.
Qing Xuzi and others have to silently recite Heart-Cleansing Mantra at all times to prevent Dao Heart from falling.
Only Fang Mo, the smile on his face is getting bigger and bigger.
He heard it.
The voice was calling him.
"Return... the betrayer... or... the redeemer..."
"None of them." Fang Mo responded with a sneer in his heart, "I'm here to collect rent."