Infernal Artist

Blood spilled.

The battle in the sky continues.

The clown stood there, laughing, while stretching out his hands to fumble around in various pockets on his body.

"Looking for cigarettes?"

The male cultivator handed over a cardboard box with a cigarette already halfway out.

"—No, I heard this thing is harmful to your health."

The clown shook his head, took out a candy box from his butt pocket, opened it carefully, took out a colorful candy and put it in his mouth.

He showed an expression of enjoyment.

"What are you doing?"

The male cultivator asked, looking down at the book in his hand.

I saw that the content related to the "Fallen Spell Master" gradually disappeared in the book, and was replaced by the text related to the clown.

"To please—are you pleasing yourself?" the male cultivator asked.

"No, I'm missing you." The clown said.

"What do you miss?"

"My time as a clown should be running out." The clown said.

"Oh? Are you about to advance?" the male cultivator asked with interest.

"I'm afraid soon."

The Joker draws a card from the void.

He put the card in front of him and looked at it, only to see that there was a double-barreled shotgun on the card.

The card blurred for a while, and the picture on it suddenly turned into a Gatling gun.

The Joker glanced skyward.

Although the card master only had one hand left, he opened his mouth and howled in pain, retreated quickly, and said: "Here comes the soul!"

"you are dreaming!"

The devil laughed as his body burst into flames, quickly spreading towards the entire void.

A soul that had just emerged was immediately hit by the fire and turned into nothing in the air.

The fallen spellcaster immediately flew back.

The devil gave chase.

The two sides fought vigorously, and for a while there was no winner.

"Ah - I'm afraid the machine gun can't kill him."

The clown murmured, put the card in his pocket, stretched out his hand and drew it into the void again.

Another card was drawn by him.

On the card, Andrea stood by a spring, looking towards the clown with a smile.

"You want to see me?" she asked.

"I don't employ child labor, but this is an invitation between friends." The clown said.

"What's the invitation?" Andrea asked.

"Fight," the clown asked.

"Can you kill the other party?" Andrea asked.

"Sure, go kill that guy."

The clown said, throwing the card out.

Lines of burning small words floated in mid-air:

"You drew the Heroic Spirit Card: Andrea, the True Red Lord."

"This 'pleasure' has taken effect."

"The heroic spirit Andrea is about to be customized."

"Andrea has grown temporarily with your power and gained a new name:"

"Demon-seeker Hatchling Andrea."

Bang!

White mist burst out, and a petite figure appeared in the mist.

Andrea!

She had twin ponytails and a colorful miniskirt. She grabbed a spear from the void and rushed into the sky.

"It's that heroic spirit - hell, I was deceived!" the fallen spellcaster said angrily.

He stretched out his hand to draw a card, but was hindered by the devil's several close attacks.

at the same time.

On the ground, the clown raised one hand again, made a shooting motion, and said:

"Bang!"

Around Dark Mist Town, all the magic circles gathered into a sea of ​​spiritual light——

This sea has been suppressed for too long, and now it finally turns into a pillar of light, instantly traveling across the sky and blasting towards the fallen spellcaster.

After all, the fallen spellcaster did not dare to be careless. He ducked to the side and was about to avoid the attack of the magic circle, but it was too late.

The next moment, Andrea was in front of her.

Her figure whirled, and spear shadows danced in the air.

The devil was about to take action when he glanced at her and immediately flew aside in fear, as if he was afraid of getting caught in something.

The fallen conjurer dodged back and forth among the beams of light and spear shadows, and finally avoided all attacks and flew away far away.

"Huh... It's too early for you to want to kill me." The fallen spellcaster said.

Andrea stood still.

Her crimson eyes exuded a faint light of flames, and she chuckled: "That's not necessarily the case."

She stretched out her figure and transformed into a graceful flame dragon in the air, spitting out a ball of flames forward.

The fallen spellcaster hurriedly pulled out a card and shouted: "Trajectory change!"

The fierce flames suddenly turned around and flew towards the sky above.

The fallen spellcaster breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly his whole body was shaken.

Opposite him, the flame dragon had disappeared.

Andrea appeared quietly behind him, the dark red spear in her hand having pierced his chest.

"The evil you have done will be swallowed up by my weapons." Andrea said.

boom--

The fallen spellcaster turned into a ball of human-shaped flames, passed through the long dark night sky, and flew towards the earth.

Andrea caught up, grabbed the body, and dropped it in the direction of the clown.

"This guy is our trophy."

she said to the clown.

"Actually, I was going to fly up and fight him, but you ended up killing him. It's a pity." The clown kept rubbing his hands, as if he was anxious because he didn't take action.

The clown and the male cultivator looked at the corpse together, and saw that the corpse of the fallen spellcaster had been casually discarded on the ground, leaving only a pile of bones.

Although with the help of the clown, the blow that triggered the formation forced the fallen spellcaster to dodge, but he killed the opponent with just one blow.

——Such strength is simply eye-catching.

The male cultivator took a step back fearfully and greeted the clown: "Your heroic spirit is very strong. No wonder the goddess will let you in and become a saint."

"That's ridiculous."

The clown reached out and took out a small bag from his arms and threw it to the other party.

"What's this--oh, clown, you're a lovable guy."

The male cultivator weighed the bag with a smile on his face.

The male cultivator looked at him, then at Andrea, thought for a few breaths, and finally said, "For your help, we should give you a reward."

"Sir, I want a life soul card." The clown said.

"That's okay - ordinarily, for entering the private world, we will confiscate all his belongings and fill the goddess's warehouse. But you helped a lot in the battle, so I will give you one." The male cultivator said.

He walked to the pile of bones and chanted an obscure spell.

A card flew out from the pile of bones and landed firmly in the male cultivator's hand.

——It’s that soul card!

The clown took the card and said with a smile: "Thank you very much. Isn't it just your surname?"

The male monk said: "You don't need to know my name. The chances of us coming out of purgatory are getting less and less. You may have to rely more on yourself in the future."

"Why is this happening?" the clown asked.

The male cultivator lowered his voice and said, "Behave well. Soon, you will leave this world of cultivation and return to purgatory."

"I still have two saints here." The clown said.

"They are trash, you don't want to compare with them, do you understand?"

"I see."

"Good, let's go."

The male cultivator nodded towards the clown, his expression froze on his face, and he fell straight to the ground.

He was transformed back into an unconscious corpse.

In the sky, the devil opened a huge burning door, walked into it and disappeared.

——They are all gone.

The clown walked towards Zhao Chanyi and gently pressed the life soul card on her heart.

Bang!

The entire card suddenly turned into a star-like brilliance, spinning rapidly around Zhao Chanyi, and then disappeared into her delicate body.

Lines of burning small characters appeared in the void:

"You used the card: Soul of Life on Zhao Chanyi."

"The opponent's life soul has been greatly replenished, and the vitality of the nine-life cat demon has begun to be restored."

Inside the restaurant, it was quiet.

Zhao Chanyi closed her eyes, feeling her breath quietly, and the corners of her mouth gradually raised an arc.

Behind her, a complete snow-white tail suddenly appeared.

"Wow, Liu Ping, my tail is finally back...meow, meow, meow, meow!"

She threw away her bamboo hat, rushed forward, hugged the clown, and kept rubbing her head on his neck.

"Okay, be serious." The clown said helplessly.

The cat was unmoved.

"Hey, there are people around," the clown said.

"The war is not over yet, and we are not happy yet." The clown said.

The cat ignored him.

"It's just a tail. You may lose your life again in the next battle. You have to be vigilant." The clown said.

"You know? Now that you are a human, don't act like a cat anymore. I can't feel your joy." The clown said.

The cat doesn't listen.

"I know you are happy, you can come down now." The clown said.

"The person just said that there will be drastic changes soon. We still have a lot of things to do, so we have to hurry up." The clown said in a serious tone.

——But the cat continued to nuzzle his neck happily.

Andrea stuck out her tongue on the side, shook her head and said:

"This guy really looks like a cat trying to please you."