Infernal Artist

Someone once said——

When life is faced with extreme danger, it will occasionally transcend the limitations of time and see everything in its memory past.

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 Taiping.

Wanren Plain.

The spells are flying, the swords are screaming, and the world is chaotic with blood.

The shouts of killing continued.

The decisive battle between humans and demons is gradually becoming fiercer.

at some point.

The demons all erupted into howls that shook the heaven and earth, resounding throughout the battlefield.

All the human monks felt something in their hearts and couldn't help but turn around and look -

However, several surging demonic armies were seen breaking into the camp of the human race leader.

Go straight to Huanglong!

This scene happened so suddenly that even the flag of the general's camp was crumbling.

"Come to the Savior's Camp——"

Someone shouted.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of war drums was as fast as a sudden rain, rang out from the main human camp and spread throughout the battlefield, calling for help to all practitioners.

The practitioners around the camp tried their best to resist, but the situation was precarious.

The hearts of all the practitioners were raised to their throats.

The time has come to decide the outcome of the entire battle!

The fate of humanity hangs on a thread! ! !

same moment.

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

A man with his eyes closed stands on 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 will 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 float away in the wind.

finally.

The last petal was torn off by him.

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

The man held the petal in his hand and breathed 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, followed by countless screams and screams:

"The Lord is in danger!"

"They invaded the general's camp!"

"It's done, we're done."

"The defense line has collapsed!"

"Come on, someone, come and save us!"

"General the savior!"

The man paused and leaned down to look under the clouds.

The general's camp was littered with corpses, and there were fewer and fewer monks still resisting.

The human race was defeated like a mountain.

The man watched quietly, with an unbearable look on his face, and murmured:

"Master..."

By this time the sound of drums had ceased.

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

His body shook, and his whole body turned into a light that was as fast as lightning, passing through the overlapping clouds and swooping down into the sky.

In mid-air, layers of demons immediately sensed it.

They rushed towards the light——

But I heard the male cultivator's angry shout coming from the light:

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

In an instant, masses of black mist appeared beside him.

Black fog filled the sky.

Masked monks dressed in black emerged from the fog and faced the demons one after another.

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

boom! ! !

Countless demons were blown away.

The light is gone.

The male cultivator wearing a mask stood in the center of the formation and did not take any action. He only blew a long whistle.

It seems to be some kind of signal——

The void opens.

Sixteen masked monks in black jumped out from behind him and cut into several pieces a demon who had just captured the human flag.

Sixteen people protected the man in the middle.

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

At this moment, the cultivators in the entire camp suffered heavy casualties and were no longer able to resist, while the boundless demons surged in like a tidal wave.

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

The man said and made a gesture.

The void behind him moved again.

Hundreds of monks in black appeared one after another and landed on the position behind him.

These monks seemed to have been prepared for it, and as soon as they appeared, they bravely faced the demon army.

The man then supported the old man, turned around, and broke out towards the other side of the camp.

Sixteen masked monks closely guarded him.

But this is a battlefield!

More and more demons are coming from all directions——

This is a decisive battle. The demon army has been preparing for a long time and will never give up easily!

The man frowned and whispered:

"all come!"

I saw clusters of masked people emerging from the void, quickly forming an array around them, and making spells and casting spells one after another.

One breath.

All the spells are ready, just waiting for the order.

"kill."

The man spoke.

All magic techniques are released together——

The world was filled with an aura of chaos, and thousands of roaring magic spells rushed around, opening a gap in the siege of thousands of demons.

"Walk."

The man picked up the seriously injured old man and flew away like a shooting star.

Sixteen masked monks tightly protected the man.

Countless demons came to kill them along the way, but they were blocked by many masked men in black, trying their best to open a way out.

Viewed from a distance, the entire escaping team looked like a black fish swimming up and down in the stormy waves. After many conflicts, they were almost crushed to pieces several times——

Finally, everyone fought their way out.

The man took the old man to another human defense barrier that was waiting for him.

The teleportation circle is already ready.

The man stood up with the old man and immediately disappeared from everyone's eyes.

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

——Someone rescued the general and defused the demon's sneak attack!

For a time, the morale of the human race was greatly boosted, and they launched a massive counterattack.

Thousands of miles away.

An abandoned city.

Corpses littered the fields.

silence.

The old man and the male cultivator fell down together.

The old man in gray robe barely stood up and looked at the male cultivator in front of him.

The male cultivator has taken off the mask on his face.

I saw him with his eyes closed, one arm in his sleeve, yawning with his mouth open, and a look of boredom on his face.

Although the armor on his body was broken and there were shocking scratches everywhere, looking at him like this, he seemed to have just woken up.

"Evil disciple, why do you need to do this?" the old man frowned.

The male cultivator sighed: "Lord Gua Sheng, I worked so hard to save you, can't you just miss me more?"

"I remember that you have many friends among demons, and you also swore a special oath not to fight on the battlefield." The old man known as the Gua Sheng sneered.

The male cultivator picked out a monster head about knee high from the pile of corpses, placed it squarely on the ground, sat on it, and said:

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

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

"I didn't take action." The male monk said.

When the old man thought about it, it seemed that this was the case, and he couldn't help but ask: "All the backbone forces of each sect have been deployed to the front line. Where did you get so many good hands?"

"I found the Hidden Killing Tower and asked for sixteen dead soldiers to protect them all the way." The male cultivator said casually.

The old man questioned: "The Hidden Killing Tower are all shady assassins, and they are not good at fighting in battle formations..."

"So I transferred 300 martial arts practitioners from the Evil Cultivation Valley, specifically to resist the attack of demons." The male cultivator said.

"Demons come from all directions, and there are some extremely evil spells among them. Martial arts monks alone may not be able to resist them," the old man said.

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

The old man asked: "When we were retreating, several leaders of the demons were hiding on the road. With just your men—"

The male cultivator crossed his legs and said proudly: "Of course, I also thought it was not that interesting, so I sent a large number of experts in advance to go to the Demon Clan Royal Court and rescued the former demon king who was deposed and claustrophobic, and agreed to it Protect this for me, and I will help it create opportunities for revenge - I guess when we left just now, it had already fought for its life with the demon leaders who overthrew it."

The old man was silent for a few breaths, then sighed and said: "Disciple, you finally subdued those evil heretics and became the master of the evil way."

"No, I have no intention of doing anything except saving you." The male monk said.

"Then why are there so many people working for you?" the old man asked.

"Because I have money." The male monk said.

The old man was startled.

"I have always had a good reputation and paid my bills quickly - this time the remuneration I gave is about three times their usual business." The male cultivator pointed with his fingers.

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

The male cultivator lazily said: "I've already made a calculation. Old man, today is your death disaster, but luckily you have me - after this disaster is over, you have to treat me to a drink."

"How much does it cost to calculate my death?"

"Ten years of life."

"It's not worth it at all," the old man in gray robe shook his head and said, "You brat, today is my day of death. I'm afraid I won't have the chance to treat you to a drink again."

"That's not necessarily the case."

The male cultivator stretched out his one arm and took out a pill from his storage bag.

As soon as the elixir came out, it immediately emitted colorful light, illuminating the surrounding void and forming a steaming mist, which was really beautiful.

The gray-robed old man looked at the divine elixir that exuded a faint brilliance and said solemnly:

"There is only one elixir in heaven and earth, and it is definitely not something you can buy with money."

"Yes, I personally took this from the forbidden areas of the seven major sects." The male cultivator said.

"By stealing the magic elixir, you must have broken the restrictions imposed by the seven major sects - after I die, those sects will definitely not let you go," the old man said.

The male cultivator closed his eyes and said disdainfully: "They can't catch me. Besides, I've calculated the secret. With this elixir, you can survive your death unscathed."

As he spoke, he threw the elixir out.

The pill floated in the air and landed silently in front of the gray-robed old man.

At this time, the old man's face became worse and worse, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

The male cultivator hurriedly said: "Old man, stop pretending to be an expert and take the magic pill quickly, otherwise you will really die soon."

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

"I can't make it," he said.

The male cultivator finally showed an anxious look and shouted: "I have calculated the secret, and with this elixir, it is enough to help you survive the disaster of death."

The old man in gray robe shook his head and said: "Time is destiny. Even if I survive this disaster, I can't change everything."

The male cultivator looked at the old man in confusion.

The old man in gray robe sighed:

"There are as many practitioners in the world as crucian carp crossing a river, but there are only a few who are proficient in the six arts."

"For hundreds of years..."

"I only have one true disciple like you."

"You must remember-"

"We know too many things. Not only do the monsters want to kill us, but even the various sects in the human race are half in awe and half suspicious of us."

The male cultivator stood up and shouted: "Stop talking about these useless things, and quickly take the magic pill!"

The old man smiled softly, the wrinkles between his eyebrows gradually smoothed, but his eyes became sharp.

He seemed to have made some kind of decision.

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

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

"Your destiny has been decided for a long time. Even I have been unable to change your destiny for so many years——"

As he spoke, the old man in gray robe suddenly used all his strength and reached out to hit the male cultivator hard on the chest.

The male cultivator did not take precautions and was immediately beaten to pieces.

Before he died, he opened his gray eyes and looked at the old man in disbelief.

"My...death disaster...it turns out..."

he said reluctantly.

The old man put the magic elixir into the male cultivator's mouth, took a few steps back, and made a seal with his hands.

A series of mysterious waves exuding astonishing power emanated from the old man's body, condensed into spiritual patterns out of thin air, and then disappeared into the body of the male cultivator.

"Disciple."

"Using the magic elixir to help you change your life is the only thing a teacher can do."

The male cultivator barely took his last breath and said, "Why..."

"Because this war is just the beginning, and the ending has already been determined."

The old man in gray robe sighed: "There is a great terror hidden in the void. It has set its sights on our world. I have thought about it for a long time, but I don't have any way to deal with it - I can't even see the truth clearly and I will die."

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

"This is my last wish."