Chapter 608 The beginning of the end together
"No wonder they wanted to place the stone statue of the updater at the feet of the stone sculpture. This was deliberately humiliating the updater, or it might be suppressing the updater."
Gao Ming probably knows how he will cause the reaction of the Immortal Palace. He obeys the rules of the Spirit View extremely well and goes to the extreme. He may get the favor of the unknown existence in the Immortal Palace and be led to the Immortal Palace by him. Another way is to destroy the rules of the Spirit View by any means and let the Spirit View truly feel threatened!
The first method is really impossible to achieve due to personality reasons, but he is very good at the second method.
"Fellow Taoist, I have confidence to let you ascend in the sun." Gao Ming whispered to the monk, his words exuding confidence, and he felt a bit like a grandmaster.
"How do I need to cooperate with you?" The monk's voice was filled with excitement and excitement, and his body temperature seemed to rise a little.
"I fell from nine heavens, of course I have seen a true immortal. You just need to carve as I said, and it will definitely attract the attention of the Immortal Palace."
"Okay! I'll go back to Shifang now!" The monk turned around and left.
"What stone yard to go back to?"
"The stone I chiseled from the tower wall is there."
"Stone...isn't this ready-made?" Gao Ming said calmly and looked at the stone sculpture located in the center of the seventh floor.
After swallowing a saliva, the monk looked at the tall stone sculpture, resisted the urge to kneel down, and shook his head at Gao Ming: "I dare not."
"I'm afraid of this, and I'm afraid of that. Are you still a fairy who cultivates chicken feathers? Go home and raise pigs!" Gao Ming mocked him unceremoniously. He was very excited when he thought of his next plan. His festering wounds didn't hurt. He even liked the running glow.
The monk walked forward a few steps, jumped over the stone statue of the updater, and leaned down on the ground with his knees: "No, I can't do it!"
"You don't cherish the opportunity to become an immortal before you? If you can't break the shackles in your heart, you are only worthy of being a medicine residue and a spirit animal!" Gao Ming's face was repaired a little, and his voice became louder.
The monk struggled: "I'm not afraid, I can't believe you. If you can prove first that you can trigger the reaction of the Immortal Palace, you can do anything you can."
The monk was very cautious when he didn't see the rabbit and did not show his eagle. In the end, he carried Gao Ming back to the edge of the seventh floor. They found the stone that almost hit Gao Ming.
"Just carve it here, I'm in a hurry." Cold water continued to seep out of the tower wall, forming a shallow in some areas of the seventh floor, and Gao Ming lies nearby.
Taking out a chisel, hammer and various carved knives, the monk stared at Gao Ming in confusion: "The metaphysical one is called Tao, and the physical one is called a weapon. To open the innate spiritual pivot for acquired artifacts, it takes a lot of troublesome steps. No one is enough to be missing. Are you sure you want to be here?"
"Just follow the steps of carving the statue of God before and carve out the true immortals I have seen." Gao Ming was very impatient, but in fact he was trying to recover his body.
"Okay." The monk knelt in the shallows with his knees and recited the Taoist scriptures in the turbid water. He groped with his eyes closed and crawled devoutly in his kneeling posture until his head hit the tower wall: "It's here."
Several yellow paper talismans were thrown around, and the monk's head could vaguely see the stars flowing. He lowered the huge stone on his back: "The earth has dragon veins, and there are spiritual orifices in the pagoda. There is a greater possibility of successful carving here, and the next step is the second step."
Taking out the sharpest carved knife, the monk held the blade and poured it with blood in his palm. The surrounding insects disappeared: "Open the blade to worship the sky, please protect the immortals." The hot blood fell along the blade and splashed on the top of the huge rock. The monk aimed at it and fell down there. The gravel scattered, but did not sink into the water, but seemed to be lifted up by an invisible aura.
"The third step is to carve the shape and hide the spirit. I need you to tell me the true appearance of the immortal family!" The monk's muscles were bulging, holding the carved knife, blood flowed out of his fingers, and his expression was extremely focused.
"This true immortal, he has four ghost faces, which represent death, pain, desire and humanity. He also has eight arms and holds eight consciousnesses..." Gao Ming closed his eyes, and his consciousness was sinking in his heart. He seemed to be carrying a recliner, sitting in front of the flesh and blood fairy, touching the flesh and blood fairy with his own hands.
He actually didn't know what the body of the flesh and blood fairy represents, or what deeper meanings it had. He just accurately described the immortal in his "mind".
"In this whole deep nightmare, in my opinion, only he is the real immortal. Other ghosts and gods, including Zhang Mingli, are much worse." After the last description, Gao Ming opened his eyes and saw that half of the monk's arms were covered with blood marks.
The shallows were dyed red, and the huge rock in front of the monk had completely changed its appearance, with blood-colored divine patterns entangled, four grimaces glared at the Immortal Palace, and eight arms seemed to lift the crooked night sky.
"Is this the true immortal you see?" The monk said this and shook his body for a moment. His face was very bad, and his hair was several white, which was obviously too much.
"That's right." Gao Ming noticed that there was a big mouth on the statue's belly, and the stone sculpture had not been completed.
"I need your assistance in the next few steps." The monk did not give Gao Ming the chance to refuse. He carried Gao Ming to the stone statue of flesh and blood ghosts and gods, and stabbed Gao Ming into Gao Ming's chest without warning with the carving knife that had just carved the statue.
The Taoist robe was lifted, and the sunset shone, and the monk was stained with the blood of his life and pressed it on the stone carving's eyes: "The finishing touch of spiritual blood!"
There was still a big mouth on his stomach. After the unfinished stone statue was drawn out of his eyes by Gao Ming's blood, it seemed to come alive!
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The divine patterns on its body surged like blood vessels, and the four ghost faces seemed to roar out in the next second. What was even more surprising was that the stone statue was covered with blood in Gao Ming's heart and there was a vague tendency to turn flesh and blood into flesh.
Before the fifth step began, a smoke and clouds flipped over the immortal palace above the monk's head, and a golden light seemed to have a spirit, penetrated the illusion and shone on the stone sculpture!
Almost at that moment, the stone carving's flesh-and-blooded eyes exploded, leaving two blood holes, and cracks appeared on its body.
"The golden light falling from the Immortal Palace!" The monk knelt in the water, and even forgot to continue falling: "The Immortal Palace has really reacted!"
"What golden light? That's obviously the way to ascend to the Immortal Palace." Gao Ming was injured more and more. He had seen through these lunatics in the Lingguan. They were hopeless, so he might as well play the big one once.
The golden light fell from the Immortal Palace, and the abnormal movement attracted the attention of many monks on the seventh floor. Those ascetics who had previously buried their heads in carving their statues were all walking here. The monks who carved flesh and blood, ghosts and gods could not even leave with their lives.
One by one, he blocked him in the shallows. He was tough and did not say a word, holding two carved knives. In order to become an immortal, he was not afraid of death.
"How did you do it?" An old man in vegetarian clothes and Taoist robe walked in front: "I remember you, you are the apprentice of a stonemason in the town. Did your master tell you something before he ascended in the daytime?"
"Fellow Taoist, don't hide it privately."
(This chapter ends)