Chapter 615 Nothing is a good-looking lamp
"Butterflies are an indispensable god of Zhemeng Town. Livestock are needed for holding various rituals, but I didn't expect that the butcher in this town would be the butcher who is responsible for slaughtering domestic animals."
The big stone at the entrance of the town is full of names. The old updater only cares about protecting the town people. If the livestock is killed, they will be killed. Only the butcher still has some records here.
Looking back on the first time I met a butcher, Gao Ming was in the shopkeeper Wang’s butcher shop. The immortal thing was bullying a black donkey. Later, the butcher brought the shopkeeper Wang into the millstone and rescued the black donkey turned from the tester.
"Fu Shu may be right before. The butcher in the town is indeed the simplest and honest person he can find."
Gao Ming put away the pig-faced mask. He recalled that although the butcher had chased him for a while, he did not hurt him. He also accidentally helped him solve many troubles: "The debt of death is gone, but Zhemeng Town can turn a honest and simple town citizen into a very murderous madman. This ghost place is indeed evil."
Gao Ming really couldn't understand why Fu Shu made Zhemeng Town in a healing game, which turned out to be like this in the end?
Since they learned that the Heavenly Gate is real, all the ghosts and gods seem to be crazy. They don’t care about pulling each other’s back legs and begin to use all their strength to prepare for the ascension.
"There were many spiritual views in Zhemeng Town before. Later, those spiritual views were all occupied by ghosts and gods, and became their own mansions. These nine-level spiritual views cooperated with the Water Dragon King and built their bodies underground. They did not appear until the last moment. They were definitely not that easy to deal with." Gao Ming was not overwhelmed by the interests in front of him. In fact, he didn't need to care so much about the "Heaven Gate". Unlike other ghosts and gods, he had many ways to leave as a tester.
"Let them compete for it first."
Wearing a pig-faced mask, Gao Ming signaled the deer to retreat. They were far away from the fairy waterfall and buried among fallen leaves and paper money.
The waterfall split by the butcher quickly recovered, and the Qionglou Yuyu in the Immortal Palace was not affected at all, except for an extra bone-cutting knife on the door that day.
Compared with the Tianmen standing in the center of the Immortal Palace, the knife was pitiful, but no one could ignore it. It was like a nail, nailed to the heart of Lingguan.
The loess is flying, blowing away the paper money, and the harsh sorrow sounds on the edge of the earth, for whom is played.
An arm stretched out from the cracked soil, and the carrion fell off, leaving only white bones.
Amid the sound of sorrow, white bones crawled to the north of the eighth floor. They grabbed each other's bodies, and their bones were embedded in each other's bodies, forming an upward ladder.
There is no need to rely on the immortal waterfall, the ghosts and gods are powerful and arrogant, and they have to step into the immortal palace by themselves.
In the south, opposite to the White Bone Ladder, loess rolled, like a dragon turning over, a huge grave bulging upwards, and all the flowing winds of the eight layers turned into white banners and inserted around the big grave.
The wind stopped, and the river flowing underground began to flow backwards, as black as ink, rushing to the west.
The water droplets could not flow into the sky, but they turned into wisps of black mist in the sorrow and joy, as if worshiping the incense burned by ancestors.
The fragrance mist spread very quickly, and soon touched the "fairy energy" above the head. When the two sides mixed together, the fairy energy gradually began to become turbid.
"Is it the taboo god in Zhemeng Town that took action? Such a big battle?"
In three directions, the breath of death penetrates the world, and the Immortal Palace seems to be in their pocket.
"You group of corpses who lie on other people's corpses and are born by sucking essence and blood, dare to call them ghosts and gods?" In the palace condensed like moonlight, a voice that made Gao Ming extremely familiar sounded in the spiritual temple.
His five fingers couldn't help but hold them tightly, and Gao Ming's face twitched: "Zhang Mingli?"
When he had this idea, the voice was more similar to Zhang Mingli. "Dreams are indescribable ghosts. If you are immersed in dreams, you will have only one end, that is, your soul will be scattered. Only by becoming an immortal can you untie the bondage and gain new life." Zhang Mingli's voice became clearer and clearer, but Gao Ming, who was hiding under the deer's body, became more and more suspicious.
"Zhang Mingli is indeed worried that the man named Meng Jianshe will return again, but he will never find such a bad reason or excuse to become an immortal." Whether others believe it or not, Gao Ming made up his mind: "That is definitely not Zhang Mingli, but Lingguan is disguised!"
In fact, Gao Ming has another consideration. Even if the person behind the construction of the Lingguan is Zhang Mingli, what if?
He came to save Zhang Mingli, and he also had conflicts with Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, but this does not mean that he will cooperate.
Zhang Mingli was worried that Meng would occupy his body and was very resistant to Meng's power, but Gao Ming didn't care. Gao Ming urgently needed the ability to change everything, even the power of Meng would not matter.
"Everything in Zhemeng Town comes from dreams. I was born in my heart. You imprisoned me and tortured me, but what can this change?"
The Bone Ladder was set at the edge of the Immortal Palace, and a white sedan chair was held by countless white bones' arms, slowly approaching the Immortal Palace.
Something seemed to grow in the big tomb on the other side, and all the ghosts and gods completely ignored Zhang Mingli's voice in the Immortal Palace.
"You regard the sentient beings in your dreams as ants, spread fear, and take the memories in the human mind as things. Where do you deserve to be ghosts and gods? It's just a group of nightmare." The door of the main hall of the Immortal Palace opened to both sides, and a "Zhang Mingli" with a neck, limbs and head full of suture marks appeared on the ninth floor of Lingguan. He was wearing an ordinary long gown, and every time he said something, the immortal energy inside Lingguan would be more.
The ground under his feet also rippled like a lake at the same time, turning into a huge mirror, allowing people on every floor of the Spiritual Temple to see what was happening here.
"Everyone can become an immortal. I am willing to pass all the miserable believers to the other side, except for you nightmares that cause disasters." Zhang Mingli's voice was sonorous and powerful, like a vast sky thunder: "You are the culprits. If you do not eliminate you, immortals are not immortals! If you do not destroy you, our path will not be able to go through."
The palms were facing down, and the glows were falling, but several ghosts and gods ignored them directly and continued to move upwards.
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Zhang Mingli's eyes were filled with a smile, and his five fingers slowly closed: "Are you willing to join me in killing the evil leader?"
Before he finished speaking, the light of the sky turned into a sharp sword, and each of them was soaked in murderous intent.
"Hahahaha, it's done, it's done!"
With his big sleeves waving, Zhang Mingli's palms flipped, and the sea of clouds and the galaxy began to rotate. He seemed to have grabbed the Beidou in his hand, stirring up the dark night that had never changed since ancient times.
The illusory immortal palace also condensed at this moment, and the stars slid from the eaves, gathering into the heavenly river, directly shaking down the bone ladder.
"It became real?!" Gao Ming opened his eyes wide. The impact of the galaxy was insulated at all, and the white sedan chair on the ladder suffered a severe injury.
The statue of the past and future god appeared in his eyes, Gao Ming stared at the ground that turned into a mirror under Zhang Mingli's feet. He saw believers from other levels of Lingguan.
Those villagers, paper people, and livestock who were determined to seek immortality fell to the ground with great devotion and dedicated their faith and strength to Zhang Mingli in the Immortal Palace.
All kinds of ghosts and gods and Gao Ming do not think that the Immortal Palace really exists, but other people in Lingguan have long been brainwashed. They have suffered enough of their suffering and have pressed all their hopes on becoming immortals.
The Spiritual Consciousness did not force them, and they were even more willing to believe that everything was true than the Spiritual Consciousness itself.
Under this extremely strong desire, the power of the spiritual view was exerted to the extreme, which is the horror of belief.
(This chapter ends)