Chapter 606 The tower wall
The clouds shrouded in the sunset, and Gao Ming seemed to be standing in the clouds.
Long-up, the absurd and strange scenes in the Lingguan were all in sight, and Gao Ming also saw many familiar figures in it.
The higher the upward, the greater the pressure the rays of the sunlight brought to Gao Ming. He could not maintain his dream-releasing state for a long time. At the same time when the nightmare and flesh and blood ghosts returned to his chest, the smoke that enveloped him disappeared, and the brilliant and sacred rays of the sunlight slashed down like a sky knife, shaved his flesh and blood over and over again.
Gao Ming clenched his fists and endured the pain like Lingchi.
The sunlight penetrated into his body, preventing the wound from healing, and scraping it a little bit, trying to get rid of the marks formed by the useless pill.
"The benevolence, righteousness, morality, self-cultivation and self-cultivation are really threatened by their own interests. I think you are more fierce than evil ghosts!" Gao Ming's bloody lips laughed. He was very sure of something now. Fu Shu was right. There was absolutely no immortal in Zhemeng Town, only ghosts under the guise of becoming immortals!
"Smoothing, spiritual energy, auspicious clouds, everything in this spiritual temple should be false, and I began to wonder what they were originally."
Gao Ming did not dare to let his will sink. He was very sober and endured the pain: "Can your alchemy furnace be a pot full of living people? Your sunny light should be a poisonous insect with sharp teeth. Aura is a plague, and auspicious clouds are wriggling meat. I saw it, I saw it!"
Amid the shouting, Gao Ming fell heavily on something, his spine almost shattered, and his shouting stopped abruptly.
The sunlight ran around in his body, but he could not erase the mark on Gao Ming's body, nor did he have the ability to destroy Gao Ming's will under the protection of flesh and blood ghosts and gods.
It has also tried to enter Gao Ming's heart and solve Gao Ming's nightmare from the root, but no matter how much light comes close, it will disappear. The nightmare hidden in Gao Ming’s heart may be higher than the nightmare in the entire Zhemeng Town, like a real world.
"Are you curious about the locked room in my heart? Do you want to know where it leads to? Hahaha! That is the immortal palace you are determined to go to. The door sealed by big locks is the heavenly gate to another world!"
"I don't need to make fiction or fantasy, nor do I have to rely on the power of nightmare, because everything I say is the fact, this is the truth!"
The rumbling sound rang out in the Spirit View, and the raindrops full of spiritual energy fell. The immortal palace at the top of the Spirit View seemed to be shaken by some force.
Half of the glow filled Gao Ming's body instantly disappeared, and the remaining half also flew out toward other places. "It turns out that someone is controlling it." Gao Ming suffered a lot of pain, and his bloody body finally began to slowly recover. "If you survive a disaster, you will have good fortune. The seal in that room in my heart has been much looser. If you come a few more times, you will definitely be able to break it away." Gao Ming's benefits are far more than these. The countless waste pills merged into his body. The rays of light helped him wash away the impurities over and over again, making the marks formed by the waste pills shine brightly and flawlessly.
When the body recovers again, Gao Ming will usher in a comprehensive improvement. Perhaps he can really do things that even the Nine-level Spiritual Views cannot do, turning the sinful heart into a "Immortal Palace" that everyone worships.
After the body recovered a little, Gao Ming opened his eyes with pain.
His heavy eyelids barely opened a crack. He saw the jade hall above his head and the sky gate standing at the top of the Lingguan.
"What layer is this?"
"Bang!"
The tiny gravel splashed on his body. Gao Ming took a breath. He tried to turn his head and saw the iron cone chiseled on the wall of the Lingguan Tower, and Mars flashed by. "What are those people doing?" The monks in simple clothes, tied up very simple hemp ropes, hung themselves on the wall of the tower, holding the tools in their hands, and constantly chiseling stones of large and small from the wall.
"Do they want to escap through the Nine-Level Spirit Temple? These guys have finally awakened?"
Boom!
Another loud bang, Gao Ming saw a huge rock falling from the height of the sky, the shadow widened in his eyes, and finally fell into the shallow puddle beside him.
A Taoist priest who tied his Taoist robe to his waist and carrying a hammer rushed over. He saw Gao Ming, who was sank on the ground from a distance, worried that he would kill him.
"Fortunately, I didn't hit it. If I had been involved in the murderous crime, my mind would be impure." The monk noticed that this place was covered with smoke for a long time, but his whole body and mind were on the stone wall and he didn't want to be distracted.
When the spirit mist completely dissipated, the monk's eyes could no longer be moved away from Gao Ming's body. His mouth opened and a few seconds later made a sound: "The sunset light enters the body, and the immortals protect you. Your body is the mysterious treasure woven by the wonderful method!"
He didn't care about looking at the big stone he had worked hard to chisel, and directly took off his Taoist robe, patted the dust, and covered Gao Ming's body. The look of looking around was like someone who saw a hundred yuan on the road and was afraid that others would find it, so he stepped on it with his shoes first. "I saw it, that's because I had a fate with me. I practiced hard for so long, and finally got the pity of the Immortal Palace!" "How long have you been in..." Gao Ming was so injured that he couldn't speak up to anything. His body was covered in blood and his appearance should be very terrifying, but in other people's eyes, he seemed to be different from his own. The monk was so excited that he was about to jump up when he saw the sunlight.
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The flesh and blood ghosts and gods helped Gao Ming slowly repair his body. The remaining glow continued to shine, causing trouble in Gao Ming's body, just staying there.
"What is the essence of this shiny light? It's so difficult!" Gao Ming frowned. The thing he abandoned was a great opportunity in the eyes of the monk. Seeing that no one else noticed this, the monk quietly carried Gao Ming, who was wearing a Taoist robe.
They left the tower wall, walked through shallow puddles, avoided the falling stones, and came to the center of this layer.
Gaoming knew before that the spiritual temple was getting bigger and bigger, but he was still a little surprised to see the vast scene.
This layer brings together many monks who stayed asleep, chiseled stones from the wall day and night, and then tried their best to carve them into statues of gods.
Most statues will shatter the moment they are carved, and only a very small number can cause the Immortal Palace above their heads to react. "They want to carve the immortals in their hearts. Only by carving the real immortals can they be considered enlightened." The monk saw that Gao Ming had been observing the surroundings and explained to Gao Ming very kindly, which also made Gao Ming feel a little relieved. At least in the eyes of the monk, he should still maintain the shape of a human being and can communicate normally.
The mouth opens and a layer of skin is torn off. Gao Ming can barely speak, but it will aggravate the injury on the face. "Did you get off from above?" The monk ran away quickly. After talking nonsense, he asked the question he wanted to know the most.
After taking a few breaths of cold air, Gao Ming did not answer the monk's question, but asked in a very slow voice: "What level is this?"
(The end of this chapter)