Purgatory Artist

　　 Someone once said—

　　 When facing extremely dangerous moments, life occasionally transcends the limit of time and sees all the past hidden in his memory.

　　 This sentence is correct.

　　 When the drop of blood fell, Liu Ping clearly saw his life until the final moment—

　　 That was the 181st year of Chengping.

　　 Wanren Plain.

　　 Magic flies, swords scream, **** chaos.

　　 screamed and killed continuously.

　　 The decisive battle between the human race and the demons is gradually becoming heated.

　　 a certain moment.

　　 The demons all burst out howls shaking the heavens and the earth, resounding throughout the battlefield.

　　 The cultivators of the human race felt a little, and couldn’t help turning their heads and looking at—

　　 but saw a few turbulent monsters burst into the camp of the human master.

　　 Go straight to Huanglong!

　　 This scene happened so suddenly that even the banner of the main commander’s camp was already shaky.

　　 "Come on to the Savior's Camp—"

　　 Someone called out loudly.

　　咚! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

　　 The sound of war drums resounded from the main camp of the human race and spread throughout the battlefield, calling for help from all the practitioners.

　　 The practitioners around the camp desperately resisted, but the situation is precarious.

　　 The practitioners raised their hearts to their throats.

　　 The time has come for the whole battle to be won or lost!

　　 The fate of the human race hangs by a thread! !

　　 The same moment.

　　 Outside the battlefield, deep in the sky, above the layers of white clouds.

　　 A man with his eyes closed is standing in the clouds, with a small white flower floating in front of him.

　　 The man stretched out a hand and gently pulled the petals.

　　 "If you don't save him, he will die."

　　 "Save him, I die."

　　 "If you don't save him, he will die."

　　 "Save him, I will die."

　　 Every time the man uttered a sentence, he tore off a petal and let it drift with the wind.

finally.

　　 The last petal was torn off by him.

　　 "If you don't save him, let him die-it seems that God's will."

　　 The man held the petal in his hand and heaved a long sigh of relief.

　　 With a wave of his hand, he opened a passage and was about to get in.

Sudden.

　　 The thunderous sound of war drums came from the ground, and countless exclamations and shouts followed:

　　 "The lord is in danger!"

　　 "They attacked the main commander's camp!"

　　 "It's over, we're over."

　　 "The line of defense has collapsed!"

　　 "Come on, who will help us!"

　　 "Savior General!"

　　 The man's figure paused, and he leaned over and looked down at the cloud.

　　 The master ran the corpses all over the camp, and there were fewer and fewer monks still resisting.

　　 Terran defeated like a mountain.

　　 The man watched quietly, with an unbearable color on his face, and muttered:

　　 "Master..."

　　 By this time the drum sound is dead.

　　 The man took out a white jade mask that was as thin as a cicada's wings and put it on his face.

　　 I saw his body shake, and the whole person turned into a flash of lightning, passing through the overlapping clouds and swooping down the sky.

　　 In midair, layers of demons immediately felt.

　　 They rushed towards the light—

　　 but listened to the angry voice of the male Xiu from the light:

　　 "Those who block me die!"

　　In a short time, a cloud of black mist appeared on his side.

　　 The sky is dark and foggy.

　　 A masked monk dressed in black appeared from the fog and greeted the demons one after another.

　　 At this moment, the spiritual light quickly penetrated the net of heaven and earth like a dragon, suddenly attacked from far away, and landed in the human camp that had just fallen.

　　 Boom! !

　　Countless demons were shaken out.

　　 The streamer disappeared.

　　 The male Xiu wearing a mask stood in the center of the position, did not make any move, only blew a long whistle.

　　 seems to be some kind of signal—

　　 The void opens.

　　 Sixteen black-clothed masked monks jumped out from behind him, slicing a demon who had just captured the human flag into several pieces.

　　 Sixteen people guarded the man in the middle.

　　 The man took a few steps forward and helped a seriously injured old man in the camp.

　　 At this moment, the practitioners in the entire camp suffered heavy casualties, and there was no resistance to it, while the boundless monsters were surging like a tide.

　　 "Old man, how does it feel to almost die?"

　　 The man said and gestured.

　　 The void behind him moved again.

　　 Hundreds of black monks appeared for the first time and landed on the ground behind him.

　　 These monks seemed to have been prepared, and as soon as they appeared, they rushed to the army of monsters.

　　 The man then helped the old man, turned around, and broke through to the other side of the camp.

　　 Sixteen masked monks guarded him tightly.

　　 But this is a battlefield!

　　 In all directions, more and more demons are pouring up—

　　 This is a battle of victory and defeat. The army of monsters has been in force for a long time and will never give up easily!

　　 The man frowned and whispered:

"all come!"

　　 I saw clusters of masked men emerging from the void, quickly arranging them around, and casting spells.

　　 a breath.

　　All the spells are ready, just wait for an order.

"kill."

　　 The man uttered words.

　　All the magic tricks are released together—

　　 The heaven and the earth are in a chaotic aura, roaring thousands of magic arts rushing around, opening a gap from the siege of thousands of demons.

"go."

　　 The man carried the seriously injured old man on his back and flew back like a meteor.

　　 Sixteen masked monks guarded the man around him tightly.

　　 Countless monsters were killed along the way, but they were resisted by many masked men in black, trying their best to open a way of life.

　　Looking from a distance, the entire escaped team was like a black fish rolling up and down in the stormy waves. After several rushes, it was almost crushed on the spot—

　　 Finally, everyone desperately tried to find a way.

　　 The man took the old man and fell into another human defense barrier that was waiting in line.

　　 The teleportation circle is already ready.

　　 The man took the old man to a stand, and immediately disappeared from everyone's eyes.

　　 On the entire battlefield, all the monks couldn't help but applaud.

　　—Someone rescued the main general and resolved the sneak attack by the demons!

　　 The morale of the human race was uplifted for a while, and they counterattacked vigorously.

　　 Thousands of miles away.

　　 An abandoned city.

　　 The corpses are everywhere.

　　 Silence.

　　 The old man fell down with the male Xiu.

　　 The gray-robed old man reluctantly stood up and looked at the male Xiu in front of him.

　　 Nanxiu has taken off the mask on his face.

　　 I saw him closed his eyes, one-armed in his sleeve, open his mouth and yawned, his face appeared bored.

　　 Although his armor was broken and there were shocking scratches everywhere, it seemed like he had just woke up just now.

　　 "Evil disciples, why do you need to do this." The old man frowned.

　　 Nanxiu sighed, "Master Gua Sheng, I have worked hard to save you, so why can't you read more about me?"

　　 "I remember that you have many friends among the demons, and you vowed specifically that you will never fight on the battlefield." The old man known as the sage of Gua sneered.

　　 Male Xiu picked out the head of a monster about knee height from the corpse, and placed it upright on the ground, then sat up and said:

　　 "In such a beautiful world, you have to fight and kill, of course I will not participate."

　　 "But you are here today." The old man said.

　　 "I didn't make a move." The male monk said.

　　The old man thought that it seemed to be the same, and couldn't help asking: "The backbone of the various sects have been transferred to the front line. Where did you get so many good players?"

　　 "I found the Hidden Killing Tower and ordered sixteen dead men to protect them all the way." The male Xiu said casually.

　　 The old man questioned: "The hidden assassins are all shameless assassins, and they are not good at fighting in battle..."

　　 "So I transferred three hundred martial arts practitioners from Xie Xiu Valley, specifically to resist the attack of demons." Male Xiu Dao.

　　 "Demons come from all directions, and some of them are extremely evil. I'm afraid they can't resist it by martial arts monks alone." The old man said.

　　 "So I went to the Far North Sacred Sect again and found hundreds of masters of the holy demon who are proficient in magic." The male monk said.

　　 The old man asked: "When retreating, the leaders of the demons were hidden on the road, with your hands alone—"

The male cultivator cocked his legs and said proudly: "Of course, I also think it's almost meaningless, so I sent a large number of masters in advance to go to the demon clan imperial court to save the deposed and claustrophobic demon king, and agree to it. Supporting this scene for me, I helped it create opportunities for revenge-it is estimated that when we left, it had already fought hard with the monster leaders who overthrew it."

　　The old man took a few breaths in silence, and sighed: "Disciple, after all, you have subdued those evil demons and become the master of the demons."

　　 "No, I don't intend to do anything except save you." The male monk said.

　　 "Then why are so many people giving you their lives?" the old man asked.

　　 "Because I have money." Men's monasticism.

　　 The old man was startled.

　　 "I have always had a good reputation and paid the bills happily-this time I paid about three times as much as their usual business." Nan Xiu pointed out.

　　 The old man opened his mouth and was speechless for a while.

　　 The male Xiu lazily said: "I've counted it a long time ago, old man, today is your death, but fortunately there is me-after this is over, you will invite me to drink."

　　 "How much did it cost to count my death?"

　　 "Ten years of life."

　　 "It's not cost-effective at all," the gray-robed old man shook his head and said, "Smelly boy, today is my death date, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to invite you to drink again."

　　 "That's not necessarily."

　　 Male Xiu stretched out his arm and took out a pill from the storage bag.

　　 As soon as the pill came out, it immediately released a colorful light, illuminating the surrounding void, and it became a transpiring mist, which was really beautiful.

　　The gray-robed old man looked at the divine pill that exuded a faint brilliance, and said with a solemn expression:

　　 "Heaven and earth... There is only one pill, which is definitely not something you can buy with money."

　　 "That's right, I personally took this from the forbidden land of the Seven Schools." The male monk said.

　　 "If you steal the Shen Dan, you must have broken the restrictions of the seven schools-after the old man's death, those schools will definitely not let you go." The old man said.

　　 Male Xiu closed his eyes and said with disdain: "They can't catch me, besides, I have already considered a secret secret. With this pill, your death can be passed safely."

　　 As he said, he threw the pill away.

　　 The pill floats and falls silently in front of the gray-robed old man.

　　 At this time, the old man's face was getting worse and worse, and he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

　　 Male Xiu hurriedly said: "Old man, don't pretend to be a master, quickly eat the **** pill, or you will be really dead in a while."

　　 The old man looked at the **** pill in his hand, with a difficult smile on his face.

　　 "I can't make the old man," he said.

　　 Male Xiu finally showed anxious expression, and shouted: "I have counted the secrets. With this pill, it will be enough to help you survive the death."

　　 The gray-robed old man shook his head and said, "Time is also fate. Even if the old man survives this disaster, he can't change everything."

　　 The male Xiu looked at the old man in incomprehension.

　　The old man in gray robe sighed with emotion:

　　 "There are many practitioners in the world like crucian carp who crosses the river, but there are few who know the six arts."

　　 "For hundreds of years..."

　　 "I only have you as a true disciple."

　　 "You must remember—"

　　 "We have too many things. Not only do the demons want to kill us and then quickly, even the various martial arts in the human race, UU Reading www.uukānshu.com, are half awed and half suspicious of us."

　　 Male Xiu stood up and sternly shouted: "Stop talking about these useless things, and eat the **** pill!"

　　 The old man smiled softly, the wrinkles between his eyebrows gradually healed, but his eyes sharpened.

　　 He seemed to have made some kind of decision.

　　 "... Disciple, listen to me carefully."

　　 "Your talents are unique, but you are jealous of heaven and earth. You were born blind, one-armed, and lack of meridians, and cannot be cured by Taoism."

　　 "Your fate has been set long ago, and even the old man has been unable to change your fate for so many years—"

　　 said, the gray-robed old man suddenly exhausted his full strength, reaching out his hand and hitting the man's chest fiercely.

　　Nan Xiu didn't take precautions, and was beaten to a heartbreak.

　　 When he was dying, he opened his gloomy eyes and looked at the old man in disbelief.

　　 "My... of... death... so..."

　　 he reluctantly said.

　　 But the old man stuffed the **** pill into the male Xiu's mouth, stepped back a few steps, and closed his hands.

　　 Waves of profound and astonishing power radiated from the old man, condensed into spiritual patterns out of thin air, and then sank into the male cultivator.

　　 "Apprentice."

　　 "Use **** pill to help you change your life, this is the only thing that a teacher can do."

　　 Male Xiu reluctantly took one last breath and said, "Why..."

　　 "Because this war is only the beginning, and the end is already doomed."

　　The gray-robed old man sighed: "There is a great horror in the void. It has already stared at our world. I have been thinking about it for a long time, but there is no way to deal with it. I will die if I can't even see the truth."

　　 "Apprentice, I hope you can... live..."

　　 "This is my last wish."