The space deep in the cave did not close as usual, but suddenly opened up, extending into a huge cavity that confused both vision and perception. There are no four walls here, only countless gray roots hanging down from nothingness, like the veins of some dead giant tree, rooted in this abandoned time and space.
In the middle of the cavity, the severed limb was suspended.
It is so huge that one knuckle alone is larger than the most majestic tower in the world. The skin is a sickly purple color, densely covered with countless fine scales, and dark red lines are crawling on each scale. Those lines are not static, but are constantly traveling and reorganizing, and each change causes the surrounding light to distort and collapse. Under the palm of the hand Fang, Demon Suppression Division Sealing Golden Script, which the sages of all generations have devoted their efforts to engrave, is now as dim as a candle, and is assimilated by the green purple qi Eroding that overflows from between the fingers, and in turn exudes a strange Blood Light.
What kind of dead thing is this? It is clearly an awakening Ancient Deity. It is chewing up and swallowing the Law in this world through its breath.
Qing Xuzi just raised his head and glanced, without even seeing the direction of the palm prints clearly, his throat felt sweet, the energy and blood in his organs went backwards, and a mouthful of purple-black congestion spurted out.
Divine Rank's crushing is never unreasonable. Mortals look at gods like ants looking at the sun. Before they see its glory, they turn into ashes first.
"Form up a formation! Life or death is at stake, don't hold back!"
Qing Xuzi shouted fiercely, and the Fly Whisk in his hand exploded. He spent a hundred years of cultivation and forcibly stabilized the Dao Heart that was about to collapse. The other three Daoist's faces were like gold paper, they bit the tips of their tongues, and sprayed the mouthful of Essence Blood on Apricot Yellow Command Flag.
Command Flag on all sides rose up against the storm and turned into four sky-reaching light pillars, trying to drive the wedge of "order" back into this chaotic realm.
The severed hand seemed to be disturbed by the struggle of the ants in its dream.
Its five fingers were not fully opened, but the mountain-like little finger moved very slightly.
There was no earth-shattering roar, only a heart-wrenching crunching sound of Law breaking.
Four Symbols Demon-Locking Formation, which was originally perfect, lost all logical support at this moment.
Daoist, who was standing in the east position, was horrified to find that the Command Flag in his hand was no longer under control. The pure True Qi that had been cultivated for a long time in his body turned into the most violent poison at this moment. The meridians were reversed, Dantian spun around, and he didn't even have time to let out a scream. His whole body seemed to be crushed from the inside by a Invisible Big Hand. The flesh and bones turned into a ball of red mist, but strangely did not disperse, but collapsed inward into a Blood Bead.
"Junior brother!" Qing Xuzi's hair and beard were all stretched out, and his eye sockets were cracked.
The severed hand did not stop. With a flick of the tip of the index finger, a green light fell like a drop of water. It hit Duan Tianya who was rushing in the front without any hesitation.
This Commander of Demon Suppression Division, dressed in Hard Training Kung Fu, has already reached the state of transformation, and the Horse Chopping Saber in his hand is even more refined Forged by Wrought Iron, it is easy to cut through gold and jade. Faced with that green light, he did not retreat but advanced. In the roar, Gang Qi was poured into the blade of his whole body, and he slashed out with one knife, threatening to cut off the Evil Spirit.
The blade of the knife touched the green light.
A ridiculous scene happened.
The indestructible Fine Steel Long Saber actually became as soft as mud at that moment, like the heated Wax Oil, which hung limply. The green light passed through the liquefied blade and imprinted on Duan Tianya's Fish Scale Armor, which was strong enough to withstand a powerful crossbow.
The armor was not damaged, not even a scratch was left.
But Duan Tianya froze in place.
The next moment, Black Blood mixed with visceral fragments flowed out of his seven orifices. The bones and organs in his body were forcibly reversed at the moment when the green light entered the body. The bones became as fragile as tofu, while the originally soft blood vessels became as hard as needles. With just the ups and downs of breathing, he was killed by his own body.
This is [Rebellious Abnormal God King]'s Authority--Order Reversal, All Things Chaotic Law.
In this realm, it says that iron is soft, and iron is soft; it says that life is death, and living people become corpses.
In the dead silence of Despair, there was only the monotonous sound of footsteps, stepping on the sticky Blood Plasma on the ground, step by step forward.
Fang Mo does not move very fast, but it is extremely steady.
The purple halo that was enough to distort steel and shatter Dao Heart swept across his body, but aroused a faint platinum edge on the surface of his skin. That was the blessing from Lung Palace Divine Treasury, and the power of [Fear Skeleton Dispersing Form] and [Ten Thousand Terrors Geng Gold] built an absolutely sharp barrier on his body.
This is indeed the home of chaos, but Fang Mo has already enshrined an equally ancient and equally domineering God King in his body. Origins repel each other, or origins cannibalize each other. The Chaos Law that wants to assimilate him is blocked three inches away.
"Trying to twist me?"
Fang Mo stood ten feet away from the severed hand. He raised his head slightly, looking past the disgusting scales and looking directly at the index finger that looked like a sharp sword pointing to the sky.
"If you stretch your hand too far, it will be chopped off."
He raised his hand and slowly opened his collar, revealing the extremely complicated tattoo that hung on his chest.
That is a Prison.
The lines were not ink, but dark blood red, as if they were poured with some indescribable blood. As Fang Mo's mind turned, the tattoo began to flow and burn, as if a door to Nine Netherworlds hell was slowly opening on his chest.
"Prison Suppressor, open the door."
The voice was not loud, but it instantly overwhelmed all the surrounding noise.
Buzz--
The void trembles.
The shadow of a towering, dark, huge building rises from the shadow behind Fang Mo. It is not the earthwork of the Mortal Realm, but is made of pure "law" A conceptual body composed of "Dharma" and "Torture Instrument". Countless chains as thick as Flood Dragon hung down in the shadow, colliding with each other, and emitting a metallic roar that made the soul tremble.
That is the extreme of order, the absolute violence that suppresses all dissent.
The moment this breath came, the severed hand that was originally arrogant and wanted to deface the world Law suddenly froze.
That reaction was like that of a murderer who heard the banging of shackles from behind; like a prisoner who had been on the run for hundreds of millions of years and smelled the unique smell of judgment on Warden.
It's fearful.
"You... it's you..."
An intermittent wave of will mixed with ancient syllables exploded directly in everyone's minds. The sacredness and arrogance from before were gone in the voice, only the resentment and fear that penetrated into the bone marrow remained.
"Recognized?"
Fang Mo There was a cruel arc at the corner of his mouth, and in his eyes, the left eye was as dark as an abyss, and the right eye was as pale as bone.
"Since you recognize this body, why don't you come over here and submit to me?"
The severed hand trembled violently, and the blue-purple scales opened and closed crazily, spewing out chaotic energy like a tsunami. It was unwilling to give in. It used to be Twelve Divine Kings. Even if there is only one stump left, it is the source of trouble in this world. How can it succumb to a reincarnated and rebuilt prisoner with a body of Mortal Coil?
"Kill... kill you... I am... the only... truth!"
The five fingers of the severed hand suddenly closed together, and the space in the palm instantly collapsed into a black hole.
That was a pure storm of destruction. It no longer tried to distort Law, but directly shattered the space, trying to grind the ungrown Warden into powder before Prison Suppressor could completely manifest.
Terrifying waves that were enough to wipe out the power of the Dharma Aspect Realm swept over, and the rocks, light, and even air along the way were all turned into nothingness in an instant.
Qing Xuzi's eyes were bleeding while lying on the ground, and Despair closed his eyes.
It's over. With this kind of power, even if the leader of the Dao Sect arrives in person, he may not be able to escape death.
"Stubborn."
Fang Mo Facing the destructive storm, his feet did not retreat even an inch.
The Five Viscera Divine Treasures in his body roared together, Kidney Water's femininity, Lung Metal's sharpness, Heart Fire's explosion, The weight of Stomach Earth, the vitality of Liver Wood, and the power of Five Elements flowed crazily in his body, and finally converged on the Gallbladder Meridian that had not yet been opened--the brave man made the decision and swallowed the bullfighting with anger.
"In my prison, I said there must be rules, and Gods and Devils also has to bow his head."
Fang Mo raised his right hand and did not use any fancy martial arts. He just made a simple, downward movement towards the sweeping Space Storm.
This palm has nothing to do with cultivation or realm.
This is Divine Rank's crush.
The majestic Prison Suppressor Phantom behind him moved with it, and an invisible shackle stretched across the sky, falling heavily with the supreme laws of "suppression", "binding" and "guilt".
"Give me... kneel down!"