Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 582: This God of Joy is all "good"

Gao Ming did not expect that the abilities of the two immortals He and He were so strange. They were transformed based on certain images in nightmares. They were not real gods. They only possessed certain special abilities because people talked about them too much and thought about them too much in dreams.

"Double damage?" Gao Ming climbed up from the ground with a knife in his hand. The two monks opposite him did the same. They looked embarrassed, but they were not distressed by their injuries at all. The red lines of joy were quickly repairing their injuries.

Not only that, as other happy fairies injected joy into their bodies, their bodies continued to swell.

"Be patient and the root of trouble will never grow again."

"Be merciful and don't compete with others for strength or weakness."

"Be patient for a while, and the fire pit will turn into a white lotus pond."

"Take a step back and you will find the path to spiritual practice in the human world."

"There are quite a lot of twisted ideas!" Gao Ming stepped forward, the eight arms of the flesh and blood ghost opened, and attacked violently. This time he did not attack the monks, but targeted the other happy immortals.

After killing all the other Xixian, the monk's recovery speed will definitely slow down.

With a wave of his sleeves, the happy fairies gathered around the monk were pierced by the red thread and sucked towards its body.

Those happy immortals looked unwilling, but they did not dare to resist and temporarily became part of the monks.

His body swelled again, almost as tall as the Xi Temple. Two monks blocked the main entrance of the Xi Temple, looking at Gao Ming with kind eyes and a smile.

"Let him be angry, let him be mad, just be at peace and have a big heart."

The bloody ghost grabbed the monk's belly with its five fingers, the bloody divine pattern pierced the joy, and the bloody curse madly poured into the monk's body.

At the same time, Gao Ming also felt what it meant to be heartbroken. He was more adaptable to the curse of the Flesh and Blood Immortal than anyone else, so he came up with the idea of ​​attacking in this way.

Exchange injury for injury, at any cost, until your intestines are broken.

Gao Ming felt dizzy and had no strength to swing his sword anymore, so he could only retreat. After just a few minutes of fighting, he and the two monks had become extremely miserable, and there was blood everywhere in front of the Xi Temple.

With the help of the power of the Flesh and Blood Demon God and the Flesh and Blood Giant Tree Fruit, Gao Ming covered the hole in his stomach and recovered quickly. But the monk's recovery speed was not slow either. His stomach was full of other Happy Immortals, and the Happy God's red thread had its own healing ability, so even if he was cursed by the Flesh and Blood Immortal, he still smiled.

"I wear a ragged coat and eat plain rice whenever I want. I don't give up even when tears and spit are on my face."

"If someone comes to scold me, I will just say good-bye. If someone comes to hit me, I will fall asleep first."

"He saves energy, and I don't have to worry. This Prajnaparamita is a priceless treasure."

There were no flaws, and the monks stood in front of the temple, waiting for the God of Joy to complete the ceremony.

"Fuck, it's so disgusting." Gao Ming spat out another mouthful of blood. He had never felt so aggrieved when he fought with the Water Dragon King. The opponent did not actively attack, nor did he fight back, but all the damage it suffered would be returned to Gao Ming.

The voice of Bai Huang chanting in the Xi Temple became somewhat unfamiliar, as if she was gradually losing herself. Time was urgent, and Gao Ming did not have much time to think: "Physical attacks, blood curses, and the evil spirits on the butcher knife can all be returned. Although my body is many times stronger than other testers, I can't fight these ghosts. What should I do? Do I have other means of attack?"

Gao Ming began to call out to the giant flesh and blood tree, and he really got a response. However, the deep nightmare was too stable, and it took time for the branches of the giant flesh and blood tree to come in. It sensed Gao Ming's dire situation and was already madly drilling into the deep nightmare.

"Ordinary attacks cannot pose a threat to the Hehe Immortals." Seeing Gao Ming's miserable state, Fu Shu quickly spoke up, "The powers of the Joy Immortals all come from the Joy God. Do you remember how I told you how to get rid of the Joy God? Your only advantage over the Joy God is not the god you summoned from your nightmare, but the despair that has accumulated from somewhere deep in your heart."

Lying on Gao Ming's back, Fu Shu was shocked many times by the despair and madness that Gao Ming inadvertently revealed: "To release the nightmare, you need to face your heart and bear the despair. You might as well drag the two immortals of harmony and unity with you and let them share the despair with you. Don't release the murderous intent, and don't show the desire to attack. This is sharing."

After hearing Fu Shu's words, Gao Ming's eyes lit up: "You look well-educated, but you are actually full of bad intentions."

"Haha, thank you for the compliment."

While the flesh and blood ghost was repairing his injuries, Gao Ming put away his butcher knife and strode towards the two immortals He and He.

After melting away the other happy fairies, the two monks were like Buddhas carved out of the hills, with kind eyes and smiles on their faces, looking down at Gao Ming.

"My friend, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right now."

"I have no interest in becoming a Buddha, but I have heard that Buddha saves all living beings from suffering. Perhaps I can help you two gain a great merit." The nightmare released by Gao Ming can affect the area two meters away from his body. At this time, he is still five meters away from the two immortals.

Continuing forward, when the distance between the two was only three meters, the big-bellied monk smiled and slapped Gao Ming to death, as if he wanted to kill him directly.

Gao Ming not only did not dodge, but instead accelerated and crashed directly into the monk's stomach, rushing into the place where the joy was the strongest.

Ordinary people would be courting death if they did this. Surrounded by the joy, they would slowly be assimilated. Gao Ming could clearly feel his limbs losing control. The huge belly of the monk in front of him seemed like a huge mouth covering the sky, ready to bite him in one bite and lock him into his stomach.

"It is very painful to tear open an unhealed wound, but unfortunately I have no other choice." Gao Ming opened the shrine in his sleeve completely and roared at the flesh-and-blood ghost: "Interpretation of the dream!"

Without holding back and not caring at all whether he could endure the despair and pain, Gao Ming let the flesh and blood ghost tear open the crack in his heart. This time he no longer used soul fire to seduce, but only used Zhang Mingli's soul fire to lead the way, and then let the despair in his heart surge out.

The black ocean instantly submerged Gao Ming's will and soul, washed away the joy that had invaded his body, and began to spread outward!
Originally, the nightmare released by Gao Ming could only affect an area two meters around him. However, at the moment when despair poured out, the range that his dream interpretation technique could affect also increased dramatically.

The smiles on the faces of the two immortals He and He froze. They didn't understand why a living person would have such a strong sense of death and despair in his heart. They also couldn't understand why a living person seemed to have died thousands of times, and the accumulated resentment was like that of a thousand-year-old monster.

"Help me!" Shouting loudly, the two Hehuan immortals began to forcibly absorb the power of other Xi immortals, not caring about their life or death, and directly digested them.

The screams of the Immortal of Joy continued to ring out, but the two Immortals of He and He turned a deaf ear to them. They used their bodies to block the despair and prevent Gao Ming's nightmare from spreading into the Temple of Joy.

On the other hand, Gao Ming was surrounded by a constant flow of joy that helped to dispel his despair and prevented him from collapsing like when he faced the black snake. He managed to maintain a delicate balance.

It was very painful, and life was worse than death, but his sanity had not collapsed. Under such circumstances, more and more nightmares in Gao Ming's heart were released.

(End of this chapter)