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"Pretend to be a dirty god?"

"It's to find another statue for myself, to gather back the happiness that you took away from Zhemeng Town." Fu Shu's facial features that had been transformed by flesh and blood were slowly recovering: "He is also desperate to find a cure. The nightmare level in your heart is higher than that of Zhemeng Town. Even if he succeeds in becoming a god, he may not be able to snatch it from you."

"Who is this?" Bai Huang looked at the human stick behind Gao Ming.

"My name is Fu Shu, and I'm the original builder of Zhemeng Town..."

"Then have you seen my children here?" Bai Huang didn't wait for Fu Shu to finish, and walked towards him with all his strength: "They are about the same age as Gao Ming. The boy is called Bai Xiao, and the girl is called Bai Qiao."

"I have no impression. If they really disappeared in Zhemeng Town, they were most likely sacrificed. They may have been digested by ghosts and gods without leaving any residue." Fu Shu's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke. He felt Bai Huang's naked killing intent: "The thirteen transformation methods of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical are a scam. You are all food."

"Impossible, they must still be alive!" Bai Huang didn't worry about his own injuries, but just begged Gao Ming: "Can you tell me... did Bai Xiao and Bai Qiao also experience this?"

"In addition to Zhemeng Town, Yongsheng Pharmaceutical has another deep dream called the Vast Sea. Your children and I were trapped there before." Gao Ming supported Bai Huang: "At least they were alive and well before I woke up."

"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive."

Bai Huang didn't want an answer, he was just looking for comfort.

The accounting office collapsed and the blood rain was getting heavier. Now the safest thing for Gao Ming to do was to leave Zhemeng Town and go to Xi Temple to guide the giant tree of flesh and blood.

"Just follow me from now on. The path we are going to take and the place we are going to are the same." Gao Ming touched his heart. He could clearly feel Bai Huang's mood swings and blood flow. It was the Blood and Flesh Immortal who transformed Bai Huang's body. If Gao Ming wanted, he could even treat Bai Huang as another body of his own.

Under the bloody rain, all kinds of monsters and demons became manic and powerful, and the struggle for power and ability between each other entered a white-hot stage.

Gao Ming had just dealt with the God of Joy when the ground in the town began to shake again. It seemed as if a yellow dragon was rolling under all the stone roads. The soil seemed to have come to life, and the gravel stood up like fish scales.

"What happened to the ground in Zhemeng Town?"

Symbols and blood stains appeared on the bricks on the road. They were like big locks, locking the spine of the earth dragon piece by piece.

The roar lasted for several minutes before it stopped. The road became crooked and twisted. What was even more eye-catching was that a nine-story spiritual temple appeared on the street where the land temple was located.

Sacrifices, prayers, ceremonies, gods are enshrined on each floor. The treasure halls, altars, and fairy palaces become more and more hazy as you go up. The top floor seems like a road leading straight to the sky. The brilliant sea of ​​stars is just a backdrop, and all the mysteries are behind the door.

Looking at the spiritual temple from afar, one has an urge to kneel down and worship it, and a strong feeling arises in the heart - entering this spiritual temple can avoid all disasters in the world and obtain eternal happiness.

The spiritual temple exudes infinite attraction. The figures of various immortals and Buddhas are engraved on the walls, but if you look at it rationally, ordinary people don’t recognize any of them. There are shadowy figures in the temple, each of them looks like an immortal with extraordinary temperament. It seems that listening to them say a few words can be of great help to oneself.

The blood rain soaked every house except Lingguan, which was surrounded by precious aura. Some people had already walked out of some houses near Lingguan, their eyes full of longing, and they walked towards Lingguan as if they were possessed.

Stepping onto that street and entering the Baoguan Gate, they went up step by step. Amidst the Taoist scriptures and Zen sounds, their entire temperament changed a lot, and finally they disappeared into the haze. No one knew whether they went to the fairy palace or ascended to immortality.

"Don't look at that haunted building!" Fu Shu only hated that he had no hands and couldn't cover his eyes. He closed his eyes tightly: "Someone has practiced the main building method to the extreme that this deep nightmare can bear! It opened the sky gate!"

"What are you talking about? Where is the haunted building? Isn't there a red temple over there?" The building in Bai Huang's eyes was different from that in Gao Ming and Fu Shu's.

"Don't look! Don't care what it is! Don't look!" Fu Shu said sharply and sternly: "Building a spiritual temple, also known as building a living temple! Living people use their own five senses, blood, and internal organs as the basis, collect all kinds of foreign objects belonging to ghosts and gods in nightmares, and build themselves into a living building. They can enjoy sacrifices and beliefs like ghosts and gods. In other words, these buildings are for eating people! In order to eat people, they can do whatever it takes!"

After taking a deep breath, Fu Shu calmed down a little. "The first-level spiritual temple only requires you to sacrifice yourself and then find a suitable foreign object. The second-level spiritual temple requires sacrificing three living people to open three altars. The third-level spiritual temple requires sacrificing three people to each altar, so that the altar can have spirituality. The more sacrifices you need, the more you need. I thought the ninth-level spiritual temple would never appear in Zhemeng Town."

The method of building a temple described in Fu Shu was extremely cruel, even more terrifying than the information Gao Ming had obtained before.

"You seem to know a lot about Zhuling Temple?" Gao Ming brought Fu Shu and Bai Huang to the ancestral hall to take shelter from the rain.

"The construction method was first created by accident when Yongsheng Pharmaceutical was analyzing the dream shrine. The person in charge found that the dream shrine has a strong self-recovery ability. As long as there are still people who have nightmares, it will never dissipate." Fu Shu's expression was a little painful. The person in charge seemed to have a good relationship with him before: "Later, he planted the fragments of the shrine in the heads of some testers. The fragments drained their will and memory and turned into strange buildings."

"The Nine-Layered Spiritual Temple is no weaker than any ghost or god. Except for the weakness of being unable to move, it is almost invincible. If you want to defeat it, you can only break through from the first floor to the ninth floor, and then push open the Heavenly Gate." Fu Shu hesitated: "The Nine-Layered Spiritual Temple has never appeared before, so no one knows what you will encounter in the Nine-Layered Spiritual Temple, and no one knows whether the Heavenly Gate is reality? Or somewhere else?"