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Despair surged from Gao Ming's heart. The endless black ocean and the black alchemy room in front of him were such a perfect match. Gao Ming shouted with enjoyment, pressing his hands on his flesh and ribs. The extreme pain was like an indescribable excitement. He stepped on the critical point of death and held his head high.

"The Asgard you are going to is right here! In my heart!"

There is no need to use any alchemy furnace. Gao Ming uses his body as a medicine cauldron. The human body is a small world, and the world is just a big human body.

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

"I have shouldered the karma of an entire city in my nightmare, so I don't mind you homeless ghosts. Lingguan said you are trash, but I will refine you into elixirs!"

Gao Ming's nightmare expanded to the extreme. This time, without the help of the joy of the God of Joy, Gao Ming's body was almost torn in half.

He endured unimaginable pain, grinned, and brandished the butcher's knife, madly urging the butcher's evil spirit on it.

"You were refined out of your body by it, and it left you. Don't worry, I will take you to find it!"

As soon as the evil spirit belonging to the butcher appeared on the butcher knife, the black alchemy room began to tremble, and at the bottom of the deposited black substance, a pair of extremely violent and bloodshot 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 grew sharp thorns. Gao Ming's body was instantly pierced.

Blood continued to flow, and eight arms protected Gao Ming from behind. The Blood and Flesh Immortal wanted to attack, but Gao Ming stopped him.

He was covered with wounds, but his eyes were extremely bright. He did not expect that the butcher would actually refine his murderous intent.

In order to reach higher floors, the butcher refined himself. Lingguan had no ability to stop him and could only continue to weaken him.

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

The Ninth Layer Spiritual Observation only noticed Gao Ming on the second layer at this time. He could clearly feel a force beginning to suppress him. His nightmare was squeezed inward, and rays of light shone on Gao Ming.

"That is..."

"Look at the waste pill room! Someone is refining waste pills!"

The commotion in the abandoned alchemy room was even louder than when Master Tang’s son “ascended”. Many alchemists looked over here, and the one-armed alchemist who had walked far away also raised his head.

Endless rays of light fell, but could not shake the nightmare that was like a ghost town. Tens of thousands of dead souls turned into bloodstains and cried out. Gao Ming, who was wrapped in them, tore open his chest and stuffed the butcher's murderous intent and the "waste pills" discarded by everyone into his body!

His body began to rot instantly, and black matter mixed with his despair flowed out of his wounds. He gritted his teeth and said nothing, but kept tearing his heart.

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

This time, he was stimulated by the extreme emotions in the waste pill and decided to give it a try.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the rich aroma of meat overwhelmed the fragrance of the elixir. Gao Ming didn't know the real name of that room. He only knew that it belonged to him, was his greatest reliance, and his last retreat.

"open!"

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

No matter how excited the butcher's murderous intent was, he still couldn't open it completely. But under his rush of dying together, the big locks did loosen a lot.

The hysterical roar gradually weakened, and the murderous intent that was weakened again spread in Gao Ming's body, and the extreme emotions in those waste pills also spread uncontrollably.

The flesh and blood ghost had no time to stop it. It could only try its best to maintain Gao Ming's body, allowing Gao Ming's flesh and blood to collapse and grow rapidly at the same time.

Outside, there were thousands of rays of sunlight shining brightly, and inside, flesh and blood were constantly transforming between two nightmares. This scene looked extremely bloody from the inside, but sacred and ethereal from the outside.

After growing again and again, Gao Ming's body and the flesh and blood ghosts are almost merged together. His five internal organs can metabolize, breathe, and filter like ordinary people, and are also combined with soul, spirit, and will like a god.

The extreme memories in those waste pills were also mixed with the murderous intent, turning into marks in the flesh and blood. With the last obsession, they seemed to regard Gao Ming's body as an immortal palace, chanting the name of flesh and blood in the meridians of the limbs.

They are scattered all over Gao Ming's body, even in the smallest corners.

"The Nine-Layered Spiritual Palace is deceiving you. The Immortal Palace is not above all living beings, but in the hearts of all living beings." Gao Ming made a great wish and took on the consequences of all the wasted pills: "I will not ascend alone, I only wish that everyone can become an immortal."

The waste materials that were difficult to refine in the Lingguan medicine furnace became marks in the flesh and blood of the high-ranking people. They shone with various colors and were reborn in decay.

The sky was filled with rosy clouds, and the medicine cauldron in the center of the second floor was also ignited. Purple fire rose up, as if a giant dragon was biting Gao Ming.

The nightmare belonging to Gao Ming was further compressed, but the ninth level of spiritual observation was unable to collapse Gao Ming's nightmare. The fight between the two sides caused the second level of spiritual observation to become unstable. The fragrance of the elixir was gradually dispersed by the smell of meat. Among the many alchemists who were in a daze, they seemed to be able to smell the scent of incense sticks and faintly hear the sound of a gong being struck.

Seeing that it was impossible to refine Gao Ming in a short time, the Ninth Layer Spiritual Pavilion seemed to be preparing for a funeral. Fairy mist appeared without warning, and a dazzling ray of light from the alchemy furnace rushed straight to the upper level, like a golden bridge, taking Gao Ming to a higher place.

Gao Ming, whose body was still growing and breaking, had no other choice. His will was pulled by a force, and his soul was ethereal and light, as if it would turn into smoke. But the next moment, he was grabbed by the eight arms of the flesh and blood ghost, who protected him in his flesh and blood prison.

Gao Ming was standing on the golden bridge in the midst of smoke. No matter which direction he walked, the distance between him and the second floor was getting farther and farther.

"Is this 'ascension'?"