Fang Dashan When he said that name, a second breath came from the dome.
It was heavier than the first sound and longer than the first sound, with a Chaos breath that spanned an unknown number of eras. The breath poured down from the top of the chain along the metal surface and touched the Fang Dashan body. At that time, most of it was blocked by those Prison Suppressor Chains branches that penetrated, but the little aftermath that leaked through still caused Nian Nu'er's Nine Nether Black Water to freeze into ice from the palm to the wrist.
"Desolate Heaven." Fang Mo read these two words again. His Eye of Karma was running at full strength, trying to see the complete outline of the huge body above him, but Karma Threads began to break a hundred feet away from the hanging palm, as if some force had forcibly erased the connection between cause and effect.
"It's normal to not be able to see clearly." Fang Dashan's voice came from above. He adjusted the body posture of the pierced body on the chain. His movements involved the wound, and a few drops of dark red blood slid down the surface of the chain. "The existence of Desolate Heaven itself is outside of cause and effect. It does not belong to the Law system of this world. The power of Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection is equivalent to being blind in front of it."
"Then where does it belong."
"Guixu." Fang Dashan's voice became very soft, "Guixu Demon Abyss is not naturally formed, it was beaten out during the ancient war, and Desolate Heaven was in that battle The being that was knocked down here during the war should have been completely dead, but Guixu's Law of Disorder has raised it for hundreds of millions of years, turning it from a corpse into a half-dead Monster."
Fang Mo took his hand away from the God Slaying Saber handle, changed his posture, folded his arms in front of his chest, and looked up at the direction where the chain disappeared.
"You locked it up alone for eighteen years."
"It's not a lock." Fang Dashan shook his head, and an extremely strange expression appeared on his impossibly young face, as if exhaustion and helplessness were mixed together and then forcibly flattened, "Yes, I put my three points The second origin is hung on this chain as a bait. It eats a little bit when it wakes up every day. It is more comfortable to eat my origin than to eat Law of Disorder from Guixu, so it always stays in a half-asleep and half-awake state."
"But your origin will eventually run out."
Fang Dashan did not avoid this question.
"Less than a year's supply left."
Nian Nu'er stood behind Fang Mo, her face looked extremely pale in the dark blue cold light, and the light in her blue pupils kept changing, as if she was calculating something at high speed.
"Uncle Fang, this chain is part of Prison Suppressor Magic Treasure."
"Yes."
"The Prison Suppressor Law in the master's body is of the same origin as this chain."
"Yes."
"Then can your lord take over?"
Fang Dashan did not answer Nian Nu'er's question. His eyes fell back on Fang Mo and looked at it for a long time.
"You can take over." He finally said, but there was something in his tone that Fang Mo had never heard before - hesitation, "But taking over means you have to stay here, until it is completely dead or someone can kill it."
Fang Mo looked at him.
"Eighteen years is not enough."
"Not enough." Fang Dashan's voice became dry, "It gets stronger every day it is raised. When I came here, it was only at the level of Half-step Dharma Aspect. Now it is approaching the cave. In ten years -"
He didn't finish what he said.
Because the huge body above moved.
It's not breathing, it's a real body movement. The drooping gray-white giant hand slowly closed its fingers, and the movement was extremely slow, like a person who had been asleep for too long and unconsciously clenched his fist in his dream.
With such a simple action, all the air in the entire hemispherical space disappeared.
It was not taken away, but was squeezed into an extremely thin film by the force field generated when the hand was closed, and it was attached to the ore wall of the dome. The Water-Avoidance Pearl light mask around Fang Mo flashed violently at the same time, and spider web-like cracks appeared on the edge.
Nian Nu'er's body was pushed back three steps by the force field. Her Nine Nether Black Water surged wildly on her body surface, trying to resist the pure physical oppression, but with little success.
Fang Mo's feet did not move.
Prison Suppressor Patterns burst out from the soles of his feet and quickly spread out a dark golden circle with a diameter of three feet on the ground, covering him and Nian Nu'er inside. When the invisible force field hit the edge of Prison Suppressor Patterns, it produced a harsh friction sound, like two completely different Laws crushing each other.
The force field lasted for about five breaths and then dissipated. The giant hand loosened its grip again and resumed its hanging posture.
Fang Dashan's body coughed violently several times after the force field dissipated, and more dark red liquid oozed from the wounds on the chain.
"It's dreaming." He said this after coughing. His tone sounded like he was comforting someone, but Fang Mo wasn't sure whether he was comforting him or himself, "It moved occasionally while dreaming, but didn't wake up."
Fang Mo raised his head and stared at the giant hand that was still again for a long time.
"Cave Heaven Realm."
"It's almost there. It's still a little bit close." Fang Dashan's voice returned to calmness, "But a little is enough to be fatal. Once the threshold of the Cave Heaven Realm is passed, Guixu's Law Rift will be completely unable to be locked. By then, not only East Sea, but also Sealing Point across the entire continent will collapse at the same time."
Fang Mo retracted his gaze, lowered his head, and pressed his right hand back on the handle of God Slaying Saber. The dragon pattern on his palm was slightly hot under his grip.
"Can't you kill me?"
Fang Dashan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect this to be what Fang Mo asked.
"What?"
"What I'm asking is, can it be killed?" Fang Mo's voice was as steady as the Prison Suppressor Patterns at his feet, without any ups and downs. "It's not about locking it, it's not about feeding it, it's not about waiting for it to die, it's about killing it now."
Fang Dashan stared at him for five breaths.
The branches on the chain that penetrated his body vibrated twice in these five breaths. Each vibration made his face distort for a moment, but his eyes never moved away from Fang Mo's face.
"What state are you in now?"
"Divine Treasure Realm Perfection."
"How many God King Laws are there in the body?"
"Nine layers, plus 10% Spiritual Terrace Burial Cosmos Consciousness Law, plus the Mirror Pupil Lost Reflection and Reverse Tendons Defying the Norm left arms that were just melted today."
Fang Dashan's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just closed his eyes.
The silence lasted for about ten breaths.
"Desolate Heaven is not incapable of killing." He opened his eyes, and for the first time there was an emotion that Fang Mo could recognize in his voice - expectation, "It has been sleeping in Guixu for hundreds of millions of years. Although it has been raised stronger and stronger by Law of Disorder, its consciousness has always been Chaos's, and it has never really woken up."
"A being without clear consciousness, no matter how strong it is, is just an empty shell."
"What are its weaknesses."
"Forehead." Fang Dashan moved his fingers and tried to raise his finger upward, but the chain did not allow him to make too much movement. "There is a crack in its forehead. It was the wound left by that person - your previous life - during the ancient war. This wound has never healed and is the only entrance that can directly touch its core."
In Fang Mo's right eye, the silver-white outer ring of light on the dark golden background suddenly brightened.
"That person." He repeated these two words in a calm tone, "My past life."
Fang Dashan looked into his eyes, and the blood on the chain dripped faster.
"You still don't remember anything."
"Don't remember."
Fang Dashan closed his eyes.
"That's even better." His voice became very low, so low that only Fang Mo could hear it, "If you don't remember, you won't hesitate."
When he opened his eyes again, there was an almost crazy light in those ancient eyes.
"Boy, if you want to kill Desolate Heaven, I can help you create a window. I will release all the remaining sources on the chain and force it to half-awake. When it is half-awake, the cracks in its forehead will open. That is your only chance."
"After you release your origin."
"When the clone dissipates, the main body will also be damaged." Fang Dashan's tone was as understated as if he was talking about what to eat today, "But I can't die, I have a hard life."
Fang Mo looked at him, and the pulse frequency of Prison Suppressor Patterns under his feet began to accelerate, completely synchronized with his heartbeat at the moment.
"How long is the window."
"Thirty breaths, thirty breaths at most."
Fang Mo took off God Slaying Saber from his waist and held it in his hand. The dragon pattern on the blade emitted a strange light in the dark blue cold light deep in Guixu.
"That's enough."
The moment he said these two words, the huge body above him suddenly made a sound so low that it made the whole space tremble. The sound was not a roar or a breath, but a word.
A word spoken in an extremely ancient language.
"Traitor."
Fang Mo and Fang Dashan raised their heads at the same time.
The hanging giant hand moved again, this time instead of clenching a fist, the fingers slowly opened and pointed at Fang Dashan in the middle of the chain. The turbid yellow-brown light seeped out from between the fingers, illuminating Fang Dashan's young and pale face.
"Traitor... traitor..."
The voice spoke again, clearer than the first time, with a clearer emotion than the first time.
Angry.
Fang Dashan's expression finally changed.