Purgatory Artist

"Day and night parade."

"Strange card, the ultimate time card (the only card)."

"Explanation: Under the premise of not affecting major historical results, you can expend the power of the weird and make the ‘day’ in the real world history happen again and cover the original day."

"Cooling time: one hour."

"—A gift from the Lord of Time."

All the explanatory text disappeared.

Just because this card is burning blazingly, turning to ashes in front of everyone.

When it was burned out, another card hidden in it was exposed.

That is a black card.

The entire card seemed to be sealed by darkness, without revealing any ripples of power, and there was no effect at all.

"Is this a safe moment?" Liu Ping asked.

"Yes, the entire timeline has become insecure. Only this card records the only safe moment." The voice of the Lord of Time came.

Liu Ping looked back at everyone.

Huang Quan machine said: "The six contracts are not affected by the timeline. After you go back, I will contact you soon."

The historical recorder opened his mouth and said: "My mission has been completed, and I will leave with you, go to the nightmare level and tell the news to the only remaining humans."

Liu Ping nodded and said softly: "Master?"

"Go, you are already transcendent and sanctified, and you won't be able to help you as a teacher for the following things." Old Tao said with a smile.

"Will we meet again?" Liu Ping asked.

"Of course, I am an immortal in the heavens. Sooner or later, we will fight side by side again." Old Tao said cautiously.

Liu Ping's temperament changed drastically, and he said fiercely: "Don't die, you old man, otherwise I will have to avenge you and I will be so annoying."

"I won't die, you little bastard, go! Go!" Old Dao said with his eyes wide open.

Liu Ping snorted coldly and held the black card.

The voice of the Lord of Time comes from the card:

"Because this is the only moment I will intercept the stream privately, so I can only use it once—"

"You need to crush it."

Liu Ping Yiyan crushed the card.

Lines of burning small print quickly appeared before his eyes:

"You triggered the current secret card."

"A certain moment of the card's seal is re-attributing to the flow of time."

"You are about to return to that flow of time, insert from the timeline, and return to that moment."

"Start!"

All small prints are suspended.

Suddenly.

The whole world disappeared from Liuping's eyes.

He only felt a huge force coming from his hand, pulling him fiercely, and moving towards the endless fog of time.

The wind howled.

The sound of the wind was mixed with countless whispers, coming from all directions, talking about what was happening in the long line of time.

Liu Ping looked around, and saw that in the nothingness, vast expanses of mist piled up into mountains, floating above the timeline, as if trying to hide something.

The voice of the historical recorder then sounded:

"Attention, I have arrived at the moment when you accepted the challenge in the nightmare world, and I am leaving."

"Will we meet again?" Liu Ping asked.

"It depends on whether you can survive, because you have changed so much in the past that the entire timeline is constantly turbulent, changing, and changing." The historical recorder said.

A vague figure emerged from behind Liu Ping, and gradually separated from his advancing trajectory, falling towards the timeline below.

The recorder of history!

He looked back at Liu Ping and said softly: "Because of the absence of that moment, the things you experienced on that timeline will be blanked-you need to do it again."

"Take care of yourself!"

After speaking, he fell into the turbulent mist below and quickly disappeared.

As soon as the historical recorder left, Liu Ping suddenly appeared in a small burning line:

"Everything you have done in the past will be waiting for you in the blank moments in the future."

A card book suddenly emerged from Liu Ping's body—

Puppet of Revenant!

The card book opens automatically, and the cards inside are scattered in the wind one by one, falling toward different timelines.

Liu Ping quickly grabbed the card book and took a look, only a few of them were left inside.

"Why are they all gone?" He couldn't help asking.

A line of burning small print appeared:

"Because you have changed the past, their destiny has also changed, and they will return to the future."

"Only a few cards can follow you."

Liu Ping sighed as he looked at the two cards marked "Death".

These are the two members of the combat team, Xingchen and White Wolf.

If everything is reset, then what is the point of what I have done before?

No!

Because of everything I have done before, I can change everyone's destiny and let everyone have this only chance again.

This time...

Will it be different?

Liu Ping clenched his fists and suddenly shouted, "Come on!"

The mist rose into the sky like a mountain, caged him into it, and disappeared from the darkness of nothingness.

…

dark.

The dark sky enveloped everything.

In the endless cemetery, there is a simple barracks.

The surroundings are silent.

In the barracks, blood ran down from the wounded, ticking down the edge of the bed to the ground.

A line of burning small characters floats gently in the void:

"The follower is coming."

"Repeat it again, the follower is coming."

"the remaining time:"

"01:22"

"01:21"

"01:19"

"..."

Time passed slowly.

suddenly.

Those dripping blood flew back to the injured monks.

Everything is going backwards.

The small print in the void also retracted backwards.

In a few seconds, these small burning characters resurfaced:

"The follower is coming."

"Repeat it again, the follower is coming."

"the remaining time:"

"01:22"

"01:21"

"01:20"

"01:19"

"..."

Liu Ping suddenly opened his eyes.

He found himself standing in the dark eternal night, and the ground was lined with neat tombstones, extending to the end of the world.

—The vision is restored.

Not only the eyesight, but also new arms grew from the broken arm.

My age has changed from five to nineteen.

The body is intact, the meridians are unobstructed, and the spiritual power is limited, only about the level of the peak state of Qi refining.

A voice suddenly sounded:

"Friends, how is your injury?"

Liu Ping looked to one side, only to see a cultivator waved his hands, controlled the corpses to fall into the coffin, then covered the coffin and sent it into the mud to sink slowly.

Buried man.

So it's this moment...

Then it is obvious that the tracker is coming.

really.

Liu Ping was thinking that the practitioner had already put away the tactics, and smiled:

"Friends of Taoism, you can rest here, I'm going to visit Shangfeng."

"Good." Liu Ping said.

"I will report your matter to you. It is estimated that there will be corresponding arrangements soon. Please wait patiently here and pay more attention to your safety."

"Trouble." Liu Ping smiled.

The man nodded at him and swept towards the corner of the camp hundreds of meters away.

—On that corner, there is a small, inconspicuous teleportation circle.

The person stood up, and the teleportation array immediately began to move.

Soon, with a few spiritual lights flashing, he disappeared from Liu Ping's eyes.

he's gone.

Liu Ping lay back on the stretcher.

There was dead silence in the cemetery.

Only time is constantly passing by.

"00:04"

"00:03"

"00:02"

"00:01"

"The follower has arrived."

"The rewriting of history has begun. Please face this only opportunity seriously."

The small burning characters flashed, and quickly sank into nothingness.

The corner of Liu Ping's mouth curled slightly.

Next second.

Sand... sand... sand...

A sound of footsteps sounded from behind.

A burly cultivator opened the curtain and walked out of the barracks.

"It turned out to be such a place? The guys in charge of the treatment are really irresponsible. I obviously passed out in a coma, so why am I thrown into the mass grave?"

The martial arts practitioner said cursingly.

The two eyes met.

"Daoist, you were also thrown here?" asked the martial arts practitioner.

"Exactly." Liu Ping said.

"I am Wang Cheng, a disciple of Luyunmen." The martial arts practitioner clasped his fist.

"I'm Liuping."

"Liuping?"

"Yes, when I came this time, I really didn't bring too many spirit stones. It just disappeared without knowing what was going on."

"what are you saying?"

"I'm talking-I have a small gift for you. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Give me?"

"Yes, I have gone through a long time, and now I finally come back here and see you again-I really brought you a gift."

Liu Ping said with a gentle smile on his face, earnestly and politely.

If the veteran or historical recorder is here, he will definitely find that he was actually changed by one of the two seeds of power at this moment, so he is like this.

Wu Xiu was a little at a loss, holding a fist and saying, "...Friend Liu, you are too polite."

"It's okay, it's fate to meet, please accept it."

Liu Ping hugged his fist and saluted again, then gently turned the thorny ring on his finger.

Sudden change-

A towering golden peak suddenly appeared.

This turned out to be a mountain made entirely of gold!

boom! !

The golden mountain fell from the sky, and violently collided with the earth, and soot rose into the sky like a giant.

Wang Cheng didn't have time to react, and he was already crushed under the mountain.

Waited for a few breaths.

Liuping turned the ring again.

Jinshan suddenly disappeared.

Liu Ping squeezed out a magic trick at will.

Wang Cheng's body flew up and landed firmly in the coffin.

—Wang Cheng had already swallowed his breath, but his eyes remained unwillingly open.

It seemed that until the moment of death, he still couldn't believe it. Before he could even say a few more words, he was crushed to death by a golden mountain.

The coffin closed and sank slowly toward the ground.

Liu Ping raised his head, looked towards the dark sky of eternal night, and muttered in a low voice:

"Have been waiting, everyone."

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