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The monks were aggressive, but the monk who carved the flesh and blood immortal still wanted to monopolize the secret of Gao Ming.

"Look behind him! That's... a rosy glow!" A sharp-eyed monk saw Gao Ming and shouted in disbelief.

Seeing that he was discovered, Gao Ming's smile became even wider: "I have told you the way to become an immortal a long time ago, but you didn't listen! You insisted on trying it. What do you think now? It seems that the chance to become an immortal does not belong to you, but to a certain cultivator present here."

Gao Ming did not lower his voice, he deliberately wanted everyone around him to hear it.

"What do you mean? He was the one who caused the reaction in the Celestial Palace? His body is wrapped in rosy light. Where did he come from?"

There was a lot of discussion all around, and the monk knew that he could not keep the secret, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but when he was about to take action, he was held down by other monks.

“Hahaha! Becoming an immortal? Isn’t that just becoming an immortal?” Gao Ming looked at the huge blurry statue in the center of the seventh floor: “I will tell you how to become an immortal!”

At first, no one believed what Gao Ming said. Gao Ming was now like a madman with only his head still intact. However, as they forced more and more information out of the monks, those monks whose minds were full of thoughts of becoming immortals gradually began to believe Gao Ming.

The fairy mist is hidden in the flesh, and can trigger the "guidance" of the Fairy Palace. Just a few words of advice can make a cultivator almost "ascend to heaven". If this is not considered a fairy fate, then what is a fairy fate?

Turbid water dripped from his clothes as Gao Ming was moved to a simple wooden sedan chair. Several monks carried him to the center of the seventh floor.

"Master, may I ask what the ninth level of the spiritual temple is like? Can you reach out and touch the stars and the sky there?"

"The more you ask, the heavier the consequences will be. Don't disturb the Immortal Master!"

The wooden sedan was placed in front of the stone statue of the old night watchman. Gao Ming leaned against the back of the chair and raised his head very hard.

The central statue looks down upon all the monks on the seven levels equally; it is so transcendent and sacred.

"Using the gods in the hearts of all living beings to nourish yourself is a beautiful idea." Gao Ming watched silently for a while, and said to all the cultivators: "I have seen the appearance of a true immortal. Now there are two paths in front of you. One is to go to the spiritual holes on the tower wall to find the stone for carving. Carve according to my instructions, which will definitely cause a reaction in the Immortal Palace, but the probability of ascending to heaven is less than one in a hundred."

"Brother Daoist, please just tell me the second one." Some monks urged Gao Ming impatiently.

"The second is very simple. The blurry statue in front of you is the best stone on the seventh floor. If you carve it and shape it, you will gain immeasurable merits and will be taken to the Immortal Palace!" Gao Ming said with certainty: "The road is right in front of you. It's up to you to choose how to go."

After hearing this, some monks immediately ran back to their own stone workshops and took out the most precious stones, but more monks stood there without moving.

They had no time to look for stones, and they dared not approach the central statue that radiated divine power. They clenched their carving knives tightly in their hands, undecided.

"What are you still standing there for? Time waits for no one." Gao Ming's eyes became brighter. He was not going to let the monks carve flesh and blood ghosts this time, because he felt that the cause and effect and karma carried by the flesh and blood ghosts were more than capable of withstanding the nine levels of spiritual observation. He had an even crazier idea in his heart - let the monks carve the blood city!

He carved the huge tomb in his heart and the dead city on the central statue, letting the boundless blood debt become a fairy palace!

Some people in the crowd started to move. The first one to withstand the pressure from the statue and show his carving knife towards it was the monk who kidnapped Gao Ming in the first place.

He experienced everything personally and witnessed the miracles brought by Gao Ming. Among all people, he was the one who believed in Gao Ming the most, but also the one who regretted the most. Now he no longer had suitable stones and could only give it a try.

After the first one, there was a second one. More and more monks walked towards the blurred statue with carving knives, and Gao Ming finally smiled with satisfaction.

"I think you are Zhang Mingli, and you are becoming more and more like Zhang Mingli. Then I think you are Blood City, can you turn the Fairy Palace into the Blood City of my dreams!"

Gao Ming did not give the monks more time to think. He closed his eyes, sank his consciousness into his heart, and looked inside through the iron chain and seal, holding his memory fragments. This was the first time he told the scene in his nightmare, and told so many people.

"That day is the Ghost Festival. You can see it after passing through a tunnel..."

"The first step is to feel the earth's veins." Not only those cultivators, Gao Ming himself was also carving. However, he was not carving on stone, but on his own body.

He imagined his body as a world. He found the acupuncture points one by one and put the pure memories and the most extreme emotions obtained from the waste pills into it. Each emotion was a piece of "stone".

"The second step is to sharpen the blade and offer it to the heavens!"

The carving knife was held in the palm of the hand, and the monks on the seventh floor used their own blood to sharpen the carving knife.

Drops of blood fell onto the central statue, and the mist of the fairy palace above its head dissipated, becoming clearer and seeming to be closer to everyone.

When the seventh-level cultivators saw this scene, they were all as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They devoted themselves completely, and no one wanted to miss the chance to become immortal.

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Gao Ming was completely unaware of all this. His consciousness was still deep in his mind, as he was looking for his carving knife.

The body is the world, the abandoned memories in the joints are the stones, and Gao Ming's carving knife is destined to be different.

“It has to be sharp enough, to the extreme, to carve those memories.”

The murderous intent of the butcher in Gao Ming's body was mobilized, and with his flesh and blood as a furnace, Gao Ming forged the butcher's murderous intent into a blade that could cut through his heart. But this was far from enough, and Gao Ming burned his soul fire to its strongest point, and began to look through the memories that flowed from his heart.

The pain of death again and again made him tremble uncontrollably whenever he thought about it. Endless darkness and despair turned into a hilt that wrapped around the blade of murderous intent.

"Keep reading, don't back down, this is my experience, keep reading!"

Fragments of memory emerged one after another, and all kinds of nightmare emotions hit Gao Ming's soul. He seemed to be standing in a city dominated by evil spirits. He struggled to survive with all his might. In order for everyone in the city to survive, he resolutely contributed his biggest secret, but what he got in return was betrayal!

After death, he opened his eyes again and returned to the starting point. He still chose to be open and secret just to save more people, but what greeted him was abandonment and calculation.

He had made it public countless times without anyone knowing, and each death seemed like a kindness being trampled into the dirt and ruthlessly ravaged!

Fear, unwillingness and anger were thrown into the fire, and a blood-red flame that belonged only to Gao Ming emerged from the furnace of flesh and blood.