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Chapter 605 Above all living beings, in the hearts of all living beings

Despair surged out of Gao Ming's heart. The endless black ocean and the black elixir room in front of him were so matched. Gao Ming shouted happily, pressing his flesh and ribs with both hands. The pain was extremely painful, which was an indescribable excitement. He stepped on the critical point of death and raised his head.

"The Immortal Palace you are going to is here! In my heart!"

There is no need to use any alchemy furnace. You can treat your body as a medicine cauldron. The human body is a small world, and the world is only a big human body.

When dealing with the God of Joy, Gao Ming poured despair into the other party's ocean of consciousness. This time it was completely different. He started his own nightmare and wanted to use despair to assimilate all the useless pills in the black pill room.

"I have borne a city of cause and effect in a nightmare, and it is not a waste of you homeless ghosts. Lingguan said you are waste materials, and I insist on refining you into a magic pill!"

Gao Ming's nightmare expanded to the extreme. This time, without the joy of the **** of joy, Gao Ming's body almost torn apart from the middle.

He endured unimaginable pain, grinned, waved the butcher's knife, and frantically urged the evil spirit that belonged to the butcher above.

"You are refined from your bodies by it, and it abandons you. Don't worry, I will take you to find it!"

As soon as the evil spirit of the butcher on the pig-killing knife appeared, the black pill room began to tremble. At the bottom of the deposited black substance, a pair of extremely irritable and blood-filled eyes opened.

"Kill it! Kill him! Kill them!" The stimulated murderous intent was sharper than any weapon Gao Ming had ever seen. The originally sticky and soft black substance instantly became hard, and spikes grew, and Gao Ming's body was instantly pierced.

Blood kept flowing, and eight arms protected Gao Ming from behind. The flesh and blood fairy wanted to take action, but Gao Ming stopped it.

He was covered in scars, but his eyes were extremely bright. He didn't expect that the butcher would actually refine his murderous intent.

In order to go to a higher floor, the butcher refined himself, and the spiritual temple had no ability to stop it, so he could only keep weakening it.

"That's right, kill it! Kill those beasts in human skin! Kill those hypocritical ghosts and gods!" The pig-killing knife in Gao Ming's hand attracted the murderous intent to approach, and the extremely sharp spikes and the most extreme emotions all rushed towards him!

Only then did the Ninth-level Spirit Temple notice Gao Ming on the second level at this time. He could clearly feel a force began to suppress himself. His nightmare was squeezed inward, and rays of light shone on Gao Ming.

“That’s…”

"Look at the waste pill house! There is someone who is refining waste pills!"

The movement in the abandoned alchemy house was even greater than when Mr. Tang's son "ascends" and many alchemists looked here, and the one-armed alchemist who was walking away also raised his head.

The endless rays of light fell, but they could not shake the nightmare like a ghost city. Tens of thousands of souls turned into blood marks and cried. Gao Sheng, who wrapped it, tore open his chest and stuffed the butcher's murderous intent and the "borrow pill" discarded by everyone into his body!

His body instantly began to rot, and the black substance mixed with his despair flowed out of the wound. He gritted his teeth and said nothing, but just kept tearing his heart open.

Gao Ming could feel that there was a room hidden in his heart, a room hiding all his secrets, but the price to pay to open this room was too high.

This time, he was also stimulated by the extreme emotional stimulation in the detached pill, so he decided to try it.

The flesh and blood were flying everywhere, and the rich aroma of meat rinsed the fragrance of the pill. Gao Ming didn't know what the real name of the room was. He only knew that it belonged to him, and it was his greatest reliance and his last way out. "open!"

The butcher's murderous intent pierced the gap in the door, and the sound of chains stirred up the deep nightmare, and big locks appeared deep in Gao Ming's heart.

But no matter how exciting the butcher's murderous intent is, it still cannot be fully opened, but under the erosion of its death, the big locks have indeed loosened a lot.

The hysterical roar slowly weakened, and the murderous intent that was weakened again dispersed in Gaoming's body, and the extreme emotions in the waste pills spread uncontrollably.

The flesh and blood ghosts and gods had no time to stop it. They could only do their best to maintain their high-lived body, allowing the high-lived flesh and blood to collapse and grow rapidly.

Outside is reflected by thousands of rays of light, inside is flesh and blood constantly transforming between two nightmares. This scene is extremely **** from the inside, and sacred and ethereal from the outside.

After regenerating over and over again, the high-virtuous body and flesh, ghosts and gods are almost integrated. His five internal organs can metabolize, breathe, and filter them like ordinary people, and they are also combined with soul, soul and mind like gods.

The extreme memories in the waste pills are also mixed with murderous intent, and become marks in the flesh and blood. They carry the last obsession, as if they regard their high-lived bodies as the immortal palace, and recite the names of flesh and blood in the limbs and meridians.

They are scattered everywhere in Gaoming's body, and even in the tiniest corners.

"The Nine-level Spirit View is deceiving you. The Immortal Palace is not above all sentient beings, but in the hearts of sentient beings." Gao Ming made a great wish and took on all the cause and effect of the aborted pills: "I will not ascend alone, I only wish everyone will become immortals."

If all the memories contained in the waste pill in the body become immortals, then no matter how terrifying and desperate the city in Gao Ming’s heart is, it will be a well-deserved immortal palace.

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The viscous and rotten black substance was purified by the flesh, blood, ghosts and gods and Gao Ming. They used their blood to wash away the filth in their memory, revealing their original appearance.

The so-called "waste pills" are all the most important experiences and emotions in the lives of those alchemists. Most of them are indeed suppressed and painful, but it is these memories that constitute a unique self.

The waste materials that are difficult to refine by the Lingguan Medicine Furnace have become the marks in the flesh and blood of high life. They shine with various brilliances and gain new life in rot.

The sky was filled with the sunset, and the medicine cauldron in the center of the second floor was also activated. The purple fire rose up, like a giant dragon biting Gao Sheng.

The nightmare belonging to Gaoming was further compressed, but the nine-level Lingguan couldn't let Gaoming's nightmare collapse. The battle between the two sides made the second level of Lingguan become unstable. The fragrance of the elixir was gradually dissipated by the meat fragrance. Many alchemists were confused and seemed to be able to smell the scent of the line, and could vaguely hear the sound of the gong being beaten.

Seeing that the high life cannot be refined in a short time, the Nine-level Spirit Temple seemed to be preparing for a funeral. The immortal mist appeared without any warning. A dazzling ray of light in the alchemy furnace rushed straight to the upper floors, like a golden bridge, leading the high life to a higher place.

Gao Xian, whose body is still growing and shattering, has no other choice. His will is pulled by a force, and his soul is ethereal and light, as if it is about to turn into clouds and smoke. But the next moment, the flesh and blood ghosts were grabbed by the flesh and blood ghosts with eight arms, protecting him in his flesh and blood prison.

Smoke was shrouded in smoke, Gao Ming stood on the Golden Bridge, no matter which direction he walked, the distance from the second floor was getting farther away.

"Is this 'asce'?"

(End of this chapter)