"Leave no chickens or dogs?"
Fang Mo repeated these four words, his voice low and hoarse, which seemed particularly clear in this noisy battlefield. He raised his hand and clasped the button of his collar with his fingers.
Snap.
The first button fell apart.
Then came the second and third.
The Flying Fish Robe, which represents the Great Qian seventh-grade official body and symbolizes the Imperial Power eagle and dog glory, was torn off by him, rolled into a ball, and thrown into the puddle of mud and sand at his feet. The black and red official robe quickly absorbed the dirty water and sank into the mud, losing all dignity.
"This layer of skin is indeed a bit tight."
Fang Mo was naked from the waist down, and the cold rainwater hit his muscular torso and slid down the muscle lines. He did not use his energy to resist the coldness, but instead allowed the coolness to stimulate his hot skin.
In the middle of his chest, a dark pass tattoo occupies the position of his heart. It is not an ordinary embroidery, but a totem branded with some ancient Law. With every beat of Fang Mo's heart, the black tattoo The pass spit out a very thin wisp of Black Mist. Nine dark purple chain lines were centered on it, spreading around like tree roots, crawling over his collarbone, wrapping around his arms, and finally disappeared into the Spinal Dragon on his back.
This body no longer belongs to mortals. It is a cage and Torture Instrument.
"Iron Bull." Fang Mo didn't even look back.
"Here!"
The iron-tower-like man next to him responded with an urn sound. The giant hammer in his hand was already thirsty, and he smashed a deep hole in the ground.
"The guests are all here. How can we, as hosts, keep the guests waiting impatiently?" Fang Mo moved his wrists, and his knuckles made a crisp sound like exploding beans. "Open the gate and serve the food."
Iron Bull grinned widely, revealing his deep white teeth. He turned around and strode to the shadow inside the gate, holding the winch handle as thick as his thigh with both hands.
Muscles bulge and veins protrude.
Roll, roll, roll--
There was a heavy sound of mechanical friction, which was the sound of gears clenching deep underground. The sound was transmitted along the ground, making everyone's feet numb.
Heavenly Prison In the dark depths behind the gate, the first pair of eyes lit up. They were pure scarlet, without any sense, only the most primitive desire for blood.
Then came the second pair, the tenth pair, and the hundredth pair.
Woo--
A low guttural sound echoed in the corridor, which was the extremely suppressed breathing of countless beasts.
"Go." Fang Mo spat out one word lightly.
Boom!
A black torrent spurted out from the depths of Heavenly Prison.
The ones rushing at the front were not humanoids, but a group of huge, strange dogs lying on all fours. They had no hair on their bodies, and their dark red skin was covered with squirming tumors. Every muscle was twisted and swollen to the limit. This was Ghost Hand Zhang's secret beast-fighting technique, mixed with Block Gui "Prison Suppressor Dog" fed with waste blood from Divine Fetus. They feel no pain, are tireless, and their only meaning of existence is to tear apart all living things in front of them.
Following closely behind were a group of ragged madmen. They were holding sharpened Bone Club, broken shackles, and even broken knives that had just been ripped off the jailer's corpse. These Block B gamblers had already lost their sights. Under the training of Mo Qianshan, their souls were freed from fear, leaving only a kind of fanaticism called "gambling on life."
"Kill them all! Carve out their hearts and drink them!"
"The horseman is mine! I will use his skull as a chamber pot!"
At the end of the team, the two figures seemed out of place.
On the left is a stooped "Monster". She is wearing a tattered monk's robe, and her exposed skin is covered with pink buds. Wherever she passes, a hallucinogenic sweet aroma fills the air. That is Miao Yin, who once The former Hehuan Sect abandoned disciple, is now the Demon Rearing Hall watchdog. Her eyes are empty, and only when she looks at the back of Fang Mo will she reveal a trace of surrender and fear originating from Soul Depth.
On the right side is a moving white bone sculpture. The former Director of the Imperial Academy still maintains the pride of a scholar - but the bones are now growing outside. The white Bone Armor covers the whole body, The fingers of both hands turned into sharp Bone Blade, and a heavy aura that made Despair linger around him. That was the twisted Righteous Qi, and now it has become the most insidious curse.
This is Fang Mo's trump card.
A group of Monster who were abandoned by Imperial Power, trampled on by the world, and finally deformed into demons in the darkness.
The two torrents collided violently in the center of the square.
There is no temptation, no formation, only the most primitive millstone of flesh and blood.
Poof!
A Prison Suppressor Dog jumped up high and crashed directly into a Black Dragon Guard. The Black Dragon Guard swept Mo Dao in his hand, cutting off the vicious dog. But this The upper body of the beast fell to the ground but did not die. Instead, it used its inertia to bite the horse's neck. Its fangs pierced the scales and dark red blood spurted out. Red Scaled Colt let out a painful neigh, fell to his knees with his front hooves, and threw the knight on his back away.
Before the Black Dragon Guard could get up, seven or eight Block B prisoners swarmed in. They didn't have Body Protection Qi, and they didn't know any subtle moves. They just bit with their teeth and picked with their hands. Even if Mo Dao pierced the chest, they still had to tear off a piece of the enemy's flesh before dying.
"Crazy people... all crazy people!"
Even Black Dragon Guard, which was refined from Death Warrior, in front of this group of Mad Dog who had no bottom line, the neat battle formation was instantly shattered into pieces.
"Demonic Heretics, how dare you blaspheme Imperial City!"
Meng Tian looked at this scene, and the murderous intent in those vertical pupils almost solidified. He did not expect that there was such a filthy place hidden under this Heavenly Prison. This Fang Mo was not just plotting rebellion, he was digging for the roots of Great Qian!
"Fang Mo, suffer death!"
Meng Tian roared, and Crimson Scale Dragon Horse sensed the master's will under its crotch, and a faint blue will-o'-the-wisp ignited under its four hooves, rising into the air, leaping over the fighting crowd below, and heading towards Fang Mo on the steps.
He held the sword in both hands in mid-air, and the two-meter-long Dragon Slaying Sword burst out with a dazzling red light.
The space was blocked under this sword. The rain evaporated around the blade, forming a vacuum field. This sword was not only a physical slash, but also a fateful beheading. It locked Aura of Fang Mo, cutting off his connection with the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, making him unable to avoid and escape.
Fang Mo stood on the same spot, facing this sword that could crack mountains and crack rocks. Instead of retreating, he took a step forward.
Boom!
The steps under his feet shattered instantly.
The five Viscera Temples inside the body roared together.
Kidney Palace Black Water surges, turning into an endless source of power, rushing straight to the limbs and bones along Spinal Dragon; Lung Palace Geng Gold Qi clangs, turning every inch of muscle fiber into a weapon that is tougher than steel; Heart Palace is burning with fire, igniting the madness in the blood; Liver Palace is filled with poisonous mist, giving the body a strange activity; Stomach Palace is like a black hole, greedily devouring all free energy around it.
Clang--
The Spring Embroidered Saber and "Blood Soul" handles on the waist that could no longer be restrained were unsheathed on their own.
The blade is no longer as sharp as before, but is wrapped in a layer of dark red Blood Fiend Energy. This knife has been with Fang Mo for a long time, and has long been assimilated by his Prison Suppressor aura, turning it into a real Fierce Weapon.
"You want my life? Let's see if your teeth are strong enough!"
Fang Mo's legs were slightly bent, and [Immovable Wisdom King Body] started. His whole body seemed to have taken root on the ground. Then, he exploded in an instant.
[Ember Emotion Soaring Step] Pushed the speed to the limit, leaving only an afterimage in place.
The figure of Fang Mo rose into the sky, and Blood Soul Blade drew a strange arc, carrying the indestructible Sharp Gold Qi of [Ten Thousand Terrors Geng Gold Slash] to meet the Dragon Slaying Sword.
When--!!!
A sound of gold and iron that could shatter eardrums resounded across the Divine Capital night sky.
Time stood still for a moment.
Then, a violent shock wave swept around the two people. The heavy Bluestone Slab laid on the square shattered and flew away like fragile biscuits. Several Black Dragon Guard who were close to them were knocked to the ground by the air wave, and two Prison Suppressor Dog were directly shaken into Blood Mist.
Smoke and dust billowed.
Meng Tian in mid-air groaned, and Crimson Scale Dragon Horse, a horse with dragon bloodline, let out a mournful cry. When its four hooves landed on the ground, they could no longer hold up. There was a crisp sound, and the front leg was fractured, and it suddenly fell to its knees.
Meng Tian The tiger's mouth cracked, and blood flowed down the hilt. He was horrified to find that a gap the size of a grain of rice appeared on the edge of the indestructible Dragon Slaying Sword sword in his hand!
And Fang Mo.
He fell from the air and hit the ground hard.
His legs plowed two ravines on the ground that were about a foot deep, and he slid until he reached the threshold of the door before he could stop.
He knelt on one knee, and the jaw of his right hand holding the knife exploded. The muscles of his entire right arm were cracked, and golden blood seeped out of it. This was the collapse of his body after enduring overloaded force. But he did not fall, but instead smiled.
He slowly raised his head, his messy hair unable to hide the madness in his pair of Netherworld Ghost Eye. He stuck out his tongue and licked away the blood at the corner of his mouth. The rusty taste made every cell in his body cheer.
"Half-step Dharma Aspect... is this the background of Great Qian?"
Fang Mo's voice was low, with unabashed sarcasm.
"I thought this sword could cut me in half."
While he was talking, a mind-numbing scene happened. No more blood flowed out of the bone-deep cracks on his arms, but instead there was a flow of sticky Black Water. Those cracked muscles squirmed and intertwined like living creatures, and healed as before in just a few breaths. The new skin glowed with a bronzed cold light, and seemed to be tougher than before.
This is the terrifying resilience given to him by [God King Huichuanliu Yu], as long as the origin is immortal and the body is immortal.
Meng Tian's pupils shrank suddenly. This is not just Hard Training Kung Fu, this is the immortal body of Demon!
"Since you failed to kill me..."
Fang Mo stood up slowly and held Blood Soul Blade in his backhand. Every time he took a step, the shadow of Black Prison in the void behind him became more solid.
Black mist spread from his feet, no longer passive defense, but active Eroding.
The power of Five Elements, which was originally deliberately rejected by Dragon Slaying Sword, is now under the control of [Prison Suppressor], turned into a kind of Law that is superior to Great Qian National Fortune.
"... Then it's my turn to collect the bill."
Fang Mo opened his arms, and the black pass behind him suddenly opened. Countless Pitch-Black Chains protruded from the void, like a group of snakes dancing wildly, covering the sky above Meng Tian.
"Prison Suppression Domain, open."