Chapter 603 Can this work? "He also has the aura of my ancestors, and the tributes in the ancestral hall will always be reduced. He must have stolen it!" "He uses the faith of the people to refine the alchemy, but he is not sincere. How can such a person become an immortal?" "He also used the tablets of my ancestors, get out of the way! You get out of the way! Leave me a bite!" The rich fragrance of elixirs soared into the sky, and hypocritical alchemists surrounded the ancestral hermits.
The temple servant in the middle did not argue anything from beginning to end, and his resistance was insignificant in front of everyone. The misty spiritual energy was scattered on everyone, and even Gao Ming was wrapped in a small ball of bloody spiritual energy.
Wave your hand to disperse the smoke with the elixir, Gao Ming retreated silently. Mr. Tang's son approached him at first, probably because he regarded himself as his target.
If the temple servant hadn't appeared accidentally, he might have been surrounded now. "This group of madmen." Fu Shu closed his eyes. He really couldn't understand why the Zhemeng Town he built had become like this.
The blood flowed out from the center of the crowd, and the blood emitting the fragrance of pills was like a little red hand asking Gao Ming for help.
Before Gao Ming could react, a elixir took up his Taoist robe and lay on the ground, licking the blood carefully. He moved elegantly, even if his head was about to be pressed to the ground, he did not dirty his Taoist robe, as if the Taoist robe on his body was more important than his body.
One "alchemy" were tasting "elixirs". The misty spiritual energy gathered around them. Many elixirs who took "elixirs" had changed. The purple fire burned and the auspiciousness was revealed. They expressed their excitement and cherished every drop of blood and every piece of meat from the temple servants.
The sound of something shattering appeared next to the cauldron, and the crazy alchemists calmed down and slowly retreated.
The sound of shattering became more and more obvious, and the crowd dispersed. Gao Ming then saw that there was nothing in the place where the temple servants were standing, and even the bones could not be seen. Only the shocking blood and digging marks slowly dissipated in the glow of light.
"Has the temple servant been eaten up?"
At the center of the crowd, Mr. Tang's son's body began to tremble violently. He was closest to him and swallowed the most, and soon there were traces of pills on his body. "It's so hot, the fire is burning in my body! I feel like I'm going to melt, I feel like something is going to come out!"
His handsome face began to twist, his facial features were misaligned, and his hands tear the Taoist robe on his body.
Unless of the cover, people could see his terrifying body, dense elixir marks and various human faces piled up, and several huge heads were drilling on his body.
"My dear father used me to test the medicine for him in order to go to the third floor. Because we are connected by blood and because I am his closest child, he forced me to eat you!"
The heads of his brothers and sisters were shouting, and the sound of breaking became louder again, and the ugly elixir marks on his body were torn like wounds.
Amid his crazy howling, all the elixir marks were torn apart, his skin was broken, and an arm full of tooth marks stretched out from his head, and then the entire second-level smoke gathered towards him.
The flesh and blood sac shattered into dust. Mr. Tang's son reshaped himself in the smoke and clouds. The terrifying tooth marks on his body disappeared, and his skin was as white as jade.
The brothers and sisters' heads were originally chewing at his body, but under the fog, they turned into beads and embedded on him. "Only by saving the suffering of sentient beings can you take the medicine of sentient beings." What was chanting? Mr. Tang got his son's treasure and looked solemn, and he escaped into the huge elixir furnace in the clouds and floated upwards in a fairy light. Many alchemists and Gao Ming vaguely saw that the end of the fairy light was the Immortal Palace.
On the third and fourth floors, Mr. Tang's son disappeared. The alchemists looked up, envy, blessings, and jealousy, but no one cared about the ground.
After the temple servant walked out of the cauldron, he did not even have a piece of white bone left. The place where he stood had been cleaned up by Yanxia, and the fragrance of elixirs was everywhere.
Everything returned to its previous appearance, peaceful and stable, with a floating fairy spirit and a strong fire. Later generations had no idea that someone had been eaten here.
"These alchemists on the second floor are not as good as those on the first floor."
"There are more terrifying than the other floors, but they themselves don't realize it, and they think it's normal." Gao Ming suddenly got up: "I know why the human brain has two emotions: fear and despair. They are alert to danger. If you completely lose pain and fear, people will live like them and become toys of higher existences, and life and death cannot be controlled."
"Now is not the time for you to think about life." Fu Shu stared at the cauldron with a frown: "I can't say I can't come in, you have to come in. The road to the third floor is in the cauldron. Do you also want to go in and refine elixirs? Be careful not to put yourself in!"
"I feel that I am about to know the weakness of the Nine-level Spirit View. To a certain extent, I am really restraining it." Gao Ming was not ready to accept happiness and all the love in the world. He wanted to carry the pain on his body and the despair on his shoulders, and just walked on it until the end of the road: "Virtitude cannot affect me."
"That's not necessarily." Fu Shu shook his head and sighed.
Dans mostly paid attention to Mr. Tang's son. There were fewer people near the Danfang, so Gao Ming found a room to enter it.
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Rows of medicine cabinets are placed against the wall, and the names of various medicinal materials are written on it, most of which have never been heard of. "Meet again." The statue in the corner of the wall slowly spoke. Under the smoke, its appearance became more and more like Zhang Mingli: "Do you need to exchange for any medicinal materials?"
"Exchange?"
"Yes." The statue's tone was also increasingly thinking about Zhang Mingli in Gao Ming's impression. The other party seemed to be using Gao Ming's memory to continuously improve himself. "No need." Gao Ming didn't want to have too much contact with the statue. Every time he saw the other party, he felt that all this was Zhang Mingli's plan. He subconsciously felt that he should help, not destroy it. But the question is, is the statue really Zhang Mingli? Now Zhang Mingli should be trying to find his obsession, and he has no time to enter the Nine-level Spiritual View.
Gao Ming and his group walked through the alchemy houses on both sides. They walked around behind the cauldron and saw a black alchemy house in the most remote corner.
This place was no different from other elixir houses at the beginning, but the exterior walls and surrounding ground were covered with wriggling black substances, like flesh and blood, and like mud. The stench emitted from their bodies could not even be dispelled instantly and needed to be slowly washed away. "Fellow Taoist, don't get closer." A one-armed alchemist in a common clothes walked out of the alchemy room next to him and saw Gao Ming carrying a disabled person on his back, and kindly reminded him.
"Why did this alchemy house become like this?"
"It was no different from other alchemy houses. Later, the butcher refined the pill here once. It refined all its dirty things. Even the furnace and cauldron could not be burned, and they were all piled up here." The alchemist stretched out his only remaining arm and threw a waste pill over: "Now everyone has thrown the waste pill here."
(This chapter ends)