Chapter 614 The Real Door
"It is not easy to succeed in ascending to the Immortality. You need to gather all the right time, place, and people. Mr. Tang may have known the secret between the Water Dragon King and Lingguan for a long time. He deliberately disguised himself as a black giant snake and did not suffer from the rejection of Lingguan. Unfortunately, he was plotted against by the corpse he had been manipulating."
Gao Ming looked at the deep pool: "It's not that I don't report, the time has not come, but I always feel that the old guy is not dead yet."
There was no body of Mr. Tang, and there was no clothing on the water. The guy was likely to have hid in the dark again.
"The butcher's pig-killing sword is very evil. If you get it, you will be seriously injured even if you don't die." He slowly moved his gaze and Gao Ming looked at the woods not far away from him. The butcher's knife flew out from there just now, and the butcher's hiding place is very close to him.
"After Zhu Ren refining his murderous intent in the Danfang, he became even more sinister. But I'm curious, how many knives he has in his hand now?" The number of tools for the butcher to kill pigs was fixed, one was on Gao Ming and the other was on Mr. Tang. He didn't have many weapons left.
The leaves swayed, and a figure slowly walked out from behind the thickest tree in the dense forest.
"That's a butcher?"
Walking on the broken leaves and pieces of paper money, the pale palm dragged a bone-cutting knife that was almost two meters long. The blade exuding coldness formed a sharp contrast with the thin body of the dragger.
Gao Ming could feel the deer trembling, and fear was transmitted to him: "What the butcher really looks like?"
There is no bloodthirst or madness, and it is completely different from the image of a corrupt monster that Gao Ming imagines. The butcher who walked out from behind the tree had thick chests, wide shoulders, and tall figure, but he didn't have much flesh on his body, and his skin was as white as a dead pig that had been soaked for half a month.
The blade dragged out long scratches on the ground, and his arms were welded to the hilt like chains. Looking up along the arm, the butcher lowered his head and wore a loose pig face. His black and white hair was exposed from the gap in the pig's skin. He seemed to have been squeezed out of his energy, but his whole body exuded an extremely dangerous aura.
The deer's front hooves trembled, and she couldn't help but want to escape, but Gao Ming pressed his mouth and head hard.
He fought from the bottom to the eighth floor, and the butcher was most affected by the Lingguan. He was not like Mr. Tang, and he was not as insidious as other ghosts and gods, and always fought head-on.
On the first level, he threw away the livestock who were willing to believe in immortals and Buddhas, on the second level, he refined the murderous intent into a pill, on the third level, he used his bloody eyes to create "magic weapons", on the fourth level, he used his turbid memories to make scriptures, and on the fifth level, he used his life to break the formation...
Climbing to the eighth floor of Lingguan, there were only a few knives left on the butcher for killing pigs, which were clean and pure to the extreme.
He walked slowly forward, but the butcher did not walk fast, but seemed to imply some rule. His footsteps gradually covered up the screams and suppressed the sound of water flowing, as if he was the only one of the entire eighth floor.
The loose pig face was casually placed on his head, and there was no other unnecessary voice in the butcher's mind. He was no longer crazy, but the price was that he had almost lost everything.
"I won't believe it easily..."
"Everything in Zhemeng Town is illusory..."
The butcher walked to the fairy waterfall, raised his head, and two sounds appeared in his mouth.
The tone of these two voices is completely different, and the tones are completely different, but they are full of deep confusion.
"If you want to convince me..."
"If you are willing to prove it to me..."
The five fingers gathered together little by little, locking the bone-cutting knife tightly.
"Then let's try it, can you be killed by me..."
"The immortal will definitely not die under my knife..."
A terrifying smile appeared on the wrinkled pig's face. As the butcher raised his head, the pig's face was once again pressed against his skin, sticking together perfectly. "The immortal will definitely not be killed by me."
"The only animals that can be killed by me are livestock."
The butcher stepped forward, his speed getting faster and faster. Cracked cracks appeared on his thin body, his flesh and blood became dim, but the bone-cutting knife in his hand burst out with dazzling blood.
Stepping on the edge of the deep pool, the butcher jumped up, staring at the sky gate guarded by stars in the center of the Immortal Palace.
While his skin was withering rapidly and locking his target, the butcher's eyes melted like water, and all the remaining power he had rushed towards the knife in his hand.
The butcher never thought of becoming an immortal. He was deceived by various lies for all his life and was crazy for all his life. Now he only wants the truth and wants to see the sky outside this nightmare.
Every part of the body is sacrificed, and the memory of his whole life turns into the last action, which is the action that the butcher repeated countless times every day.
He waved his hands and chopped the bone-cutting knife in his hand towards the Immortal Palace.
"Open!"
The moment the blade was swung out, the butcher's body began to break, and he fell down, but the knife flew towards the Immortal Palace!
The immortal waterfall that fell from the nine heavens was cut off from the center. If everything was illusory, then nothing in the Spirit Temple could stop the knife.
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The rays of thousands of feet of rays were split open, and the flowing galaxies could not be stopped. The fairy mist dissipated, and the treasure halls were twisted. The fairy palace, which seemed to be condensed in moonlight, was easily penetrated!
"Fake it, that Fairy Palace is the flower in the water and the moon in the well. Everything is fake! It's all..." Before Gao Ming could say the last sentence, his pupils suddenly shrank.
The entire eighth floor ghosts and gods also looked at some place. They saw the butcher's knife splitting all the illusions, passing through the Immortal Palace, and finally chopping on the Tianmen!
There was a loud bang, and the entire spiritual temple was shaking!
"The Immortal Palace is false, but the Heavenly Gate is true! There is really a special door in the Nine-level Spiritual Temple!" The ghosts and gods on the Eighth level were all excited. They saw a way out of the nightmare, which might be the exit to reality!
You no longer have to endure the endless night, and you can finally taste all kinds of fresh sacrifices without restraint. As long as you can master that door, they will gain unimaginable benefits.
The bone-cutting knife could not penetrate the sky gate and stabbed it on the gate. The butcher who was falling down had already sacrificed his eyes. He saw nothing, but he heard the sound of collision in his ears while he was dying.
"The butcher's knife has been cut..."
"It's true, it's true..."
The two voices disappeared in the wind at the same time, and the butcher exhausted all his strength, and in the end, only the pig-faced mask slowly fell.
Taking advantage of the fact that the ghosts and gods were all on the sky gate, Gao Ming patted the deer's head, and each person and deer sneaked into the deep pool and took away the pig-faced mask as quickly as possible.
It is said to be a mask, but it is actually more like a hollowed-out pig head, with blood-red names carved in it. Gao Ming also saw the word Li Zhu inside.
"Did the butcher record all the livestock he slaughtered?"
The deer seemed a little sad and touched the pig's face mask with her head.
Gao Ming did not drive it away, but just put his hand into the mask. Every name was warm and seemed to contain some kind of power.
(This chapter ends)