Block A is located on the easternmost side of Heavenly Prison, separated from the dark and damp Block C, Room Shen prison of Fang Mo by several corridors.
If Block C, Room Shen prison is purgatory on earth, then this Block A is an underground palace.
Before you even get close, you can smell a strong aroma of powder and wine. Glazed Cover is illuminated by long-bright lamps on both sides of the passage, and the light is soft and bright. The ground is covered with thick Persian Carpet, and you can't hear any footsteps when walking on it.
It looks like Prison, it is clearly the backyard of some royal family.
Two guards in brocade robes stood guard in front of the vermilion gate. When they saw Fang Mo leading the men approaching menacingly, instead of showing any fear, they crossed their arms and sneered.
"Stop!" One of the guards looked sideways at Fang Mo, "You don't even look at where this place is, and you dare to rush in with a weapon? Is this the rule of you jailers?"
In his eyes, even if Fang Mo is wearing official uniform, he is just a lowly jailer. And they are Household General of Uncle Zhao. There are even seventh-rank officials in front of the prime minister, let alone Gatekeeper who are relatives of the emperor.
Fang Mo's footsteps did not stop.
"Get lost."
There is only one word.
"Hey! Shameless!" The guard was furious and pulled out Waist Knife with a cry, "I think you are tired of living..."
Before he finished speaking, a Black Shadow had already arrived in front of him.
It's not Fang Mo, it's Iron Bull.
Iron Bull didn't use a hammer, just rounded the big palm like a leaf fan and slapped it like a mosquito.
Snap!
The guard flew out like a top with his knife, and half of his face was shattered into pieces. He hit the vermilion door with a loud thud, and then slid down softly. He was dead before his eyes.
The other guard was so frightened that his legs trembled and his crotch instantly became wet.
"Is this how Block A treats guests?" Fang Mo walked to the door without even looking at the dead body and raised his right foot.
This kick didn't use any fancy skills, it just mobilized the "Chaos Law" power within Gallbladder Meridian.
Boom--!
The Wrought Iron door, which was strong enough to withstand the impact of the battering ram, made a heartbreaking twisting sound under Fang Mo's feet. The originally extremely hard Xuan Iron now became as soft as dough, and then burst apart, with the fragments shooting inward.
The door is open.
The scene inside was exposed to everyone's eyes.
This is an extremely spacious hall, surrounded by rare calligraphy and paintings. In the center of the hall, dozens of scantily clad dancers are dancing, and the sound of Silk and Bamboo orchestral music can be heard endlessly. And on the soft couch in the first seat, a white and fat old man is hugging him from left to right, holding Night Glow Cup in his hand, his face flushed.
The banging of the door interrupted the singing and dancing. The dancers screamed and ran away, and the musicians were so frightened that they dropped their instruments.
Only the fat, white old man only paused for a moment, then slowly drank the wine in the quilt.
"It disturbs people's enjoyment." The old man put down his wine glass, a trace of evil flashed in his cloudy eyes, "Where can a wild dog dare to run wild on this king's territory?"
This person is Block A warden, now Imperial Uncle, Zhao Huang.
Fang Mo stepped on the sawdust and iron pieces on the floor and walked in, followed by Sha Qi, Iron Bull and Mo Qianshan.
"Uncle Zhao I'm so excited." Fang Mo glanced across the luxurious hall, "It's Heavenly Prison bitterly cold outside, but I think Imperial Uncle it's like spring all year round here."
Zhao Huang pushed away the beauty in his arms and stood up with the help of two maids. Although he looked fat and bloated, the moment he stood up, a pressure belonging to the middle period of the Divine Treasure Realm was unreservedly released. Under that fat body, it seemed that there was a huge beast hidden in the ancient times.
"Fang Mo?" Zhao Huang narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at this young man who had become famous in Divine Capital recently, "I know you killed Helian Cheng and ate God Demon Hand's little wolf cub. What? Crown Prince gave you a bad brand, and you really think you are a person?"
He pointed at Fang Mo's nose. "Don't say it's you, even if that loser Crown Prince came in person, he wouldn't dare to open the king's door!"
"I'm here to invite Imperial Uncle to order some mao." Fang Mo ignored the other party's pressure and said calmly, "Imperial Uncle didn't arrive just now. I was worried that Imperial Uncle's legs and feet were inconvenient, so I came to pick you up."
"Dian Mao?" Zhao Huang seemed to have heard some big joke, "Hahahaha! In this Heavenly Prison, I am the rule! Only others come to worship me, and there is no reason for me to order Mao!"
He waved his hand suddenly, and the screens around the hall suddenly exploded.
Twelve warriors wearing bloody heavy armor rushed out from the darkness. Each of them exuded a strong smell of blood, and they were all masters of Organ Refining Realm Peak. This was "Blood Dragon Guard" trained by Zhao Huang using the royal secret method, and each one was Death Warrior.
"Break his legs and throw them out to feed the dogs!" Zhao Huang shouted sharply.
The twelve Blood Dragon Guard roared in unison, forming a battle formation, crushing towards Fang Mo like a meat grinder. The swords and lights intertwined into a network, blocking all Fang Mo's escape routes.
"Is this Imperial Uncle's confidence?" Fang Mo shook his head.
He didn't draw his sword.
"Iron Bull, clear the place."
"Roar!"
Iron Bull, who had been silent all this time, suddenly burst out with a roar like thunder. The giant hammer in his hand was no longer a tool used to break leg bones, but turned into a storm of destruction.
No moves, just pure power.
The giant hammer weighing a thousand kilograms was as light as a feather in Iron Bull's hand, and he picked it up with one hand, Sweep Thousand Armies.
Bang bang bang bang!
The four Blood Dragon Guard who were at the front didn't even have time to raise their swords to block, before they were smashed into pulp by the hammer with their armor on. The seemingly indestructible bloody heavy armor was like paper in front of Iron Bull's strange power.
Where is Organ Refining Realm? This is clearly Half-Step Divine Treasure!
The corners of Fang Mo's mouth were slightly hooked. Iron Bull reshaped his body in God King's body, absorbing Fire Toxin and the Earth Demon. Now this body has long surpassed the category of human beings and is a real humanoid Fierce Beast.
The remaining Blood Dragon Guard was shocked by this terrifying scene and could not help but move slowly.
That is, this time, Mo Qianshan moved.
The black sword light shuttled through the crowd like a ghost. No one could see clearly how he drew the sword. They could only see the helmeted heads rising into the sky, and the blood on their necks gushed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing the precious carpet scarlet.
Less than ten breaths.
Twelve Blood Dragon Guard who were able to sweep through the world's first-class sects were all wiped out.
Only the strong smell of blood and the rapid breathing of Zhao Huang were left in the hall.
"You..." The fat on Zhao Huang's face was trembling. He didn't expect the two dogs under Fang Mo to be so cruel.
"Imperial Uncle, are your legs and feet okay now?" Fang Mo stepped on the blood and walked step by step towards Zhao Huang, "If it's not okay, I can help you treat it."