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"It is not easy to ascend to heaven successfully. It requires the right time, right place, and right people. Mr. Tang may have known the secret between the Water Dragon King and Lingguan a long time ago. He deliberately disguised himself as a giant black snake and was not rejected by Lingguan. Unfortunately, he was tricked by the corpse he had been controlling."

Gao Ming stared at the deep pool and said, "It's not that I won't take revenge, it's just that the time has not come yet. But I always feel that the old guy is not dead yet."

Mr. Tang’s body was not seen, and his clothes were not found on the water. It was very likely that the guy had hidden in the dark again.

"The butcher's butcher knife has a strong evil energy. If you are hit by it, you will be seriously injured if not killed." Gao Ming slowly moved his eyes and looked at the woods not far away from him. The butcher's knife just flew out from there. The butcher was hiding very close to him.

"After Zhu Ren eliminated his murderous intent in the alchemy room, he became more insidious. But I'm curious, how many knives does he have in his hand now?" The butcher has a fixed number of tools for slaughtering pigs. One knife is on Gao Ming and one is on Master Tang's "body". He doesn't have many weapons left.

The leaves swayed, and a figure slowly walked out from behind the thickest tree in the dense forest.

"Is that a butcher?"

Walking on the dead leaves and fragments of paper money, a pale hand was dragging a nearly two-meter-long bone-cutting knife. The cold blade and the thin body of the person dragging the knife formed a sharp contrast.

Gao Ming could feel the deer trembling, and the fear was transmitted to him: "Is this what the butcher really looks like?"

There was no bloodthirstiness or madness, and it was completely different from the image of a rotten monster that Gao Ming had imagined. The butcher who walked out from behind the tree had a thick chest, broad shoulders, and was very tall, but he didn't have much meat on his body, and his skin was as white as a dead pig that had been soaked for half a month.

The blade dragged long scratches on the ground, and his arms were welded to the handle of the knife like chains. Looking up along his upper arms, the butcher had his head lowered, wearing a loose pig face, and his black and white hair showed from the gaps in the pig skin. He seemed to have been drained of his energy, but his whole body exuded an extremely dangerous aura.

The deer's front hooves trembled, and it couldn't control itself and wanted to escape, but Gao Ming held down its mouth and head fiercely.

Killing all the way from the bottom floor to the eighth floor, the butcher was the most affected by the spiritual view. He was not like Master Tang who had many tricks, nor was he as insidious and cunning as other ghosts and gods. He always confronted them head-on.

In the first level, he threw away the livestock that were willing to believe in immortals and Buddhas. In the second level, he refined the killing intent into pills. In the third level, he used his eyes that had seen all the blood to create a "magic weapon". In the fourth level, he used his turbid memories to make scriptures. In the fifth level, he consumed his lifespan to break the formation...

After climbing to the eighth floor of Lingguan, the butcher only had a few knives used to kill pigs. They were clean and pure to the extreme.

The butcher walked slowly forward, not fast, but as if following some kind of rules. His footsteps gradually covered up the screams and suppressed the sound of flowing water, as if he was the only one on the entire eighth floor.

With the loose pig face casually draped over his head, there were no more superfluous voices in the butcher's head. He was no longer crazy, but the price was that he lost almost everything.

"I won't believe it easily..."

"If you want to convince me..."

"If you're willing to prove it for me..."

The five fingers closed together little by little, tightly locking the bone-cutting knife.

"Then let's see if I can kill you..."

"Xian will definitely not die under my sword..."

A terrifying smile appeared on the wrinkled pig's face. As the butcher raised his head, the pig's face pressed against his skin again, sticking perfectly together.

"Xian will definitely not be killed by me."

"The only things I can kill are livestock."

The butcher stepped forward, his speed getting faster and faster. Cracks appeared on his thin body, his flesh turned dark, but the bone-cutting knife in his hand burst out with a dazzling bloody light.

Standing on the edge of the deep pool, the butcher leaped up, his eyes fixed on the Heavenly Gate in the center of the Immortal Palace, which was guarded by the stars.

His skin withered quickly, and as he locked onto his target, the butcher's eyes melted like water, and all his remaining strength flowed into the knife in his hand.

The butcher had never thought about becoming an immortal. For various reasons, he had been deceived by all kinds of lies all his life and had been crazy all his life. Now he just wanted the truth and wanted to see the sky beyond this nightmare.

Every part of the body is being sacrificed, and a lifetime of memories is transformed into the final action, which the butcher repeats countless times every day.

He raised his hands and slashed the bone-cutting knife towards the Immortal Palace.

"open!"

The moment the blade was swung out, the butcher's body began to shatter. He fell downward, but the knife flew towards the Immortal Palace!

The fairy waterfall falling from the sky was cut off from the center. If everything was an illusion, then there was nothing in the spiritual temple that could stop the knife.

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The thousands of feet of rosy clouds were split apart, the flowing galaxy could not be blocked, the fairy mist dissipated, the palaces were distorted, and the fairy palace that seemed to be condensed from moonlight was easily pierced through!

"It's fake. That fairy palace is just a flower in the water and a moon in the well. Everything is fake! It's all..." Before Gao Ming could finish the last sentence, his pupils suddenly shrank.

All the ghosts and gods on the eighth floor also looked towards a certain place. They saw the butcher's knife split through all illusions, passed through the fairy palace, and finally chopped on the gate of heaven!

With a loud bang, the entire temple was shaking!

"The Fairy Palace is fake, but the Heavenly Gate is real! There really is a special door inside the Nine-Layered Spiritual Palace!" All the ghosts and gods on the eighth floor were excited. They saw a way out of the nightmare, which might be the exit to reality!

They no longer have to endure the endless darkness, and can finally taste all kinds of fresh sacrifices without restraint. As long as they can grasp that door, they will gain unimaginable benefits.

The bone-cutting knife could not penetrate the gate of heaven and stabbed on the door. The butcher who fell down had already sacrificed his eyes. He saw nothing but heard the sound of collision in his ears at the moment of death.

"The butcher's knife has struck..."

"It's true, it's true..."

The two voices disappeared in the wind at the same time. The butcher was exhausted and only the pig-face mask was left slowly falling.

While the ghosts and gods were paying attention to the Heavenly Gate, Gao Ming patted the deer's head, and the man and the deer sneaked to the side of the deep pool and took away the pig-face mask as quickly as possible.

It was called a mask, but in fact it looked more like a hollowed-out pig's head, with one blood-red name carved inside. Gao Ming also saw the words "Li Zhu" inside.

"Does the butcher keep a record of all the animals he kills?"

The deer seemed a little sad and touched the pig-face mask with its head.

Gao Ming did not drive it away, but just reached his hand into the mask. Each name was warm and seemed to contain some kind of power.